A reconciliation, of sorts

"Um." Grant is suddenly, painfully aware of being aroused. "Uh...sure?"

"Perfect," she says with a smile. "Bring Olivia and Amanda with us." He beckons the two of them, suddenly a bit nervous, and leads them down the hall after Mary, who's striding purposefully away. She leads the three of them to the master bedroom and shuts the door behind them.

"What is this?" Amanda asks warily, arms crossed.

"Call it an intervention," Mary says brusquely. "For you two, but also for Grant. Who's the reason we're all here, yes?" Olivia and Amanda both nod immediately. "Both of you would do whatever it takes to keep Grant safe and happy?" Again, affirmative nods - strong ones, this time. "Grant, you see how eager they are to make you happy?"

"Uh. I guess so," Grant mutters, torn between arousal and discomfort at the way Mary continues to take charge and speak bluntly about this new world's dynamics.

"Good. Then Grant..." Mary leans close and breathes into his ear, "I want you to fuck them. Take your time, release your energy. Trust me when I say they want you to. But you need to practice taking control. Because in this new world, it's the people who take control who will decide the shape of the future. And better you than most people." Grant stiffens, starts to protest, and Mary shushes him. "This is part of it, Grant. Reminding people of their purpose, settling disputes, doling out justice if you feel it's needed...this won't be the last time you do it, if we play our cards right. But it'll be a lot easier with your claimed women. So practice on them." She grins. "And have fun!"

She starts to go, and Grant blurts out. "I - I'm not sure...how."

Mary hesitates. "It's really whatever you want, Grant. But...do you want me to help? Get things started?"

"Yes," Grant says desperately. He's torn between embarrassment at the paralysis he feels and a conflicting sense that he shouldn't be doing this, that it's wrong. But in the new world...maybe it's not? He feels confused.

"I'll need you to give me some of your authority," she says softly. Grant senses Amanda and Olivia shift slightly, uneasily, in the corner of his vision.

"All right," he says, breathless.

Mary nods to the other two women. "Tell them."

Grant looks over to Amanda and Olivia. "I want...I want both of you to obey Mary. Whatever she says goes, ok?"

"If I have to," Amanda says coolly.

Olivia shrugs. "As long as she doesn't say anything crazy. But I know she'd never suggest anything to hurt you, so." She smiles at Mary.

"Good," Mary says. "Olivia, strip."

There's a brief, tense moment, then Olivia chuckles and nods. "This has seemed to me like the best way to make Grant happy. I've been wondering why we weren't doing it before." She reaches behind her and, quite casually, pulls the string of her bikini top until it comes undone, then pulls the loose top over her head and tosses it aside. She slides the bottoms down and steps out of them, straightening up and putting her hands on her hips as she smiles at Grant, completely nude.

Grant, for his part, is painfully aroused. Olivia's body is stunning: all tanned skin, gorgeous curves, and trim muscle. Her full breasts are capped by small pink nipples, and her blonde pubic hairs is trimmed into a neat little patch over bare labia. Olivia smiles at him as she feels his eyes roam up and down her body, and Grant feels his hardness straining against his jeans.

"Hmmm. So that's what drew your husband away. How does seeing Olivia's body make you feel?" Mary asks Amanda, not unkindly. The older woman crosses her arms, looking away. "Answer me."

"I...jealous, I suppose. And angry."

"Those feelings are totally understandable," Mary says soothingly. "You're not wrong to feel them. But tell me, Amanda, what's more important to you right now - your conflict with Olivia over your husband, or making Grant happy?"

"Making Grant happy," Amanda admits.

"Good! Then you get naked, too." Amanda hesitates only a moment before nodding and beginning to shuck her clothes. It's a slower process, both because she's wearing more and because she's clearly more self-conscious about her nudity than Olivia is. She pulls off her belt, pants, and thin red turtleneck, revealing a sensible set of white panties and bra. Her body is markedly different from Olivia's, thickened by age and beginning to sag and wrinkle slightly in places, but Grant can still feel his erection stirring in her direction, drawn by the curves of her hips and her full breasts. Amanda unhooks her bra, takes a deep breath, and tosses it away before stepping quickly out of her panties. She shifts uncomfortably, not standing confidently or meeting Grant's eyes like Olivia, but makes no attempt to hide her sloping, globular breasts or her neatly trimmed pubic mound.

"See?" Mary says softly. "Your body is also lovely." Grant gasps as she reaches down, standing at his side, and brushes a hand over his erection. "Grant's responding to both of you now - not just Olivia. You're still beautiful, Amanda." The older woman swallows and smiles faintly at her, giving her the tiniest nod. "Both of you, on your knees."

As the two women kneel, Mary turns to Grant. He's paralyzed with the closeness of her, her scent flooding his nostrils as she leans in, one hand grazing his erection ever so lightly through his pants. "This is where I'm gonna step out, unless you want me to stay, Grant. But I think you should take some time to remind these two of their new purpose. You both want to please Grant, don't you?"

"Oh, yes," Olivia says as Amanda mutters, "Desperately." Both of them are kneeling upright on the bedroom floor, nipples standing out on their breasts as they watch Mary and Grant eagerly.

"And that's your new purpose," Mary says firmly. "All this stuff about your husband - the affair - it doesn't matter anymore. The world is new, now. We're moving into the...I don't know, if not the post-Apocalypse, definitely the post-Source. You can't keep focusing on the things that used to matter. Focus on this." She grasps Grant's cock through his jeans on the last word, and he gasps.

"Mary..."

She turns to him and smiles, mischief sparkling in her eyes. "They're all yours, master. It's up to you what you do with them...but I'd put their eagerness to use. If you feel there's something to be corrected here, correct it." She leans in to his ear and whispers. "But establish your command over these women. They're aching for it." She smiles and squeezes his shoulder. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need me!"

And with that, she's gone, shutting the door firmly behind her and leaving Grant and his aching, throbbing erection face to face with two of his claimed women.