Chapter 11

Captain Madison met Jeff, Diana and Arlene with a slight tip of his hat and a formal, “Good morning Miss. Happy sixteenth birthday.”

Arlene, giggling, replied sweetly, “Thank you, Captain.”

Only after speaking to Arlene did he acknowledge Jeff and Diana, but he had made a hit with their daughter.

“We’ll have to refuel when we get there. So, my guesstimate is about one, but that could vary. Shall I call you when we take off from Georgia? I can give you a more accurate time on our return then.”

“That would be great,” Jeff said. “You do have my cell number?”

“Yes, Sir. I have your card with all your numbers.”

“Could I speak to you in private for a moment, Captain?”

When they had walked off for a few steps, Jeff turned to Madison. “There’s going to be four teenage girls on that plane, and they can get very loud. I don’t think you will have any problem with them, other than being noisy. I want you to know, though, that you have my full permission to make them behave. I don’t want you having to listen to full-bore hard rock all the way. Don’t let them abuse you.”

Madison laughed, “I too have a teenage daughter. And although I appreciate what you are saying, I will be willing to bet they will all act like ladies. The copilot and I, as well as the flight attendant, have noise-canceling earphones that will cut out anything that gets too loud for us. I don’t think we will have a problem, but thanks anyway.”

Jeff shook his hand, and a moment later, Captain Madison held out his arm for Arlene to take to walk up the steps and board the plane. She forgot to hug her mom and dad good-bye.

Jeff and Diana went back inside and watched until the jet was airborne, its lights flashing in the darkness.

“I guess our daughter is growing up,” Diana said, holding back tears.

Jeff’s gruff, “No shit,” didn’t fool Diana one bit.

As they walked back to the SUV, Diana asked, “What do we do? Drive home and back at one? That will take almost four hours to do that.”

“No. First thing is to get something to eat before we go car shopping.”

“Car shopping? We have a brand-new SUV,” she said, motioning to the Escalade, “and two other cars at home.”

“Yeah, I know, but mine is ten years old, and yours is eight. I know where they can find a good home, and we need another vehicle, especially when Arlene starts back to school. Also, can you imagine how much luggage those three girls will bring with them? Six people, plus all that luggage is going to be an iffy thing, even in the Escalade.”

“Jeff, it has to have four-wheel drive, or all-wheel drive — whatever they call it. I’m not driving in those mountains with a vehicle that doesn’t have it. The weather has already convinced me that it can snow any time it wishes.” Looking at him, she asked, “What was that about our old cars going to a good home?”

“Well, if we tried to sell them, we wouldn’t get anything much for them, and trading them in would only be a gift to the dealer, so I thought Fred could use one for his business. An older nondescript car should come in handy for a detective. The other one, I would like to give to my druggist friend, if he wants it and if you agree?”

“I can’t believe we’re talking about giving our cars away. Just a few days ago, I was worried about how much longer mine was going to last, and where we would get the money to buy a new one. It’s still difficult to realize that all this has happened to us — good and bad.”

Jeff grinned down at her. “Well, if you don’t like the Retreat, we could always go back to the old house.”

Diana poked him in the ribs. “Oh, I suppose I’ll just have to tough it out somehow,” she tried to tease, but her face broke into a grin, anyhow. “It is a monster as far as size is concerned, but it’s the most beautiful building I have ever seen, and I’m already in love with it.” Abruptly changing the subject, “Let’s eat as you suggested. I saw a restaurant a few blocks from the airport. Want to try it out?” At Jeff’s nod, she fastened her seat belt. “Now, what kind of vehicle were you thinking about?”

When Arlene stepped onto the plane, she was met with streamers, whistles and balloons. They sang an off-key, happy birthday to her amidst laughter and a hug from Kathy, the flight attendant. There was a beautifully decorated box from Mr. Wainwright that had a note to wait to open at her party.

Not long after the seat belt light went off, however, she was sound asleep. Kathy was soon asleep in her seat, as well. In the cockpit, the copilot leaned his seat back and did the same while he could.

A few hours later, Kathy woke Arlene, suggesting that she freshen up before they started their descent. Shortly after seven-thirty, they had landed in a much smaller airport near Atlanta. Captain Madison and Kathy entered the building with Kathy holding a sign with Arlene’s name on it. Her friends saw it and came hurrying over.

The girls and their parents received the royal treatment from the flight crew while they loaded the luggage. Two of the parents were concerned that their daughters had brought too much, but Captain Madison assured them they had plenty of room.

Kisses and hugs later, the parents were back in the terminal, and Kathy ushered the girls up the steps and into luxury. As they were seated, the flight attendant went over the safety rules with them. Two of them had not flown before, leaving Melissa to be the pro. Kathy had just finished explaining everything when Arlene stepped out of the cockpit and said “Hi, guys,” with all the nonchalance she could muster.

Captain Madison, who had remained at the doorway waiting for Arlene to make her grand entrance, thought he might well be using the earphones, after all. The little redhead had hit a note when she screamed that had literally made his right ear ring. Then again, he mused, he could put up with a little racket for the abundance of eye candy on this trip. The girls were all sixteen or seventeen he guessed, but they were certainly young women, too.

The redhead that had screamed out such a high note was the shortest of the four, about five, two or three, but like the others, she was stacked. She had shoulder-length red hair with a blend of auburn. Her breasts were high and round; her face, as well as that of every girl on the plane, was very pretty. If he remembered correctly, her name was Ann.

The other two girls were within an inch or two of Arlene’s five foot six, he guessed. All three could have worn each other’s clothes in a pinch, and if they were anything like his own daughter, they probably did. Although there were variations that he could even notice through their tops, which were cut conservatively, their breasts, as was Ann’s, were set high on their chests. Arlene’s breasts seemed to be more pointed than the others were, and from time to time, he got a glimpse of her thick nipples. Now that he took particular notice, the excitement had caused other nipples to pop, also. He tried not to look, or at least to not be caught staring.

Arlene and Melissa were brunettes, with a mane of hair to their waists. Arlene had hers done in dog ears that made him want to grab hold of when she passed, but he refrained and hid behind his professional air.

Jennie was a dirty blond that looked entirely natural and beautiful. Her face was as exquisite as the others, although her breasts weren’t quite as large. Her smaller breasts seemed to fit her smaller frame perfectly, however.

“Okay, ladies, time to belt up. Our fuel is on board and our copilot has just given me the high sign. Ready to go to Boulder?”

That brought him a round of cheers, accompanied by party whistles, and giggling — lots of giggling.

Kathy winked at him as he walked by. “Going to visit with us some during the flight, Captain?”

“You’re damn right,” he very quietly conceded. “Oakland got some shut-eye on the way down, and he’s going to get some flight hours in on the way back.”

Kathy glanced at the front of his pants. No tent. He had more willpower than she had given him credit for. Then, louder, “Come visit with us when you can, Captain. Let the copilot get some flight time,” she said, loud enough for the girls to hear. He thanked her with his eyes. Oh, well, he was a genuinely nice guy, and any man not stone dead would appreciate this flight. The captain would have probably been back anyway, but this would give him a plausible excuse. Now, if she could just get him to look at her the way he did this group of girls...

The giggling, laughter and chatter quietened as the plane accelerated down the runway. Kathy grinned as they climbed out and banked to their heading. Madison, you are not in that fighter anymore. You are going to impress them a little too much, and someone will puke or wet her pants. But that was the only thing he did. Maybe he had to avoid a flock of birds or was obeying the tower’s instructions. He sure as heck got their attention, she thought with a grin, but still wondered at the sudden hard turn.

After the seat belt light went off, the rest of the flight was as smooth as glass, the engines barely audible. The girls/young women played video games, giggled and listened to rock music. They eventually went into a whispering huddle, occasionally interspersed with a giggle cut off by its owner clamping a hand over her mouth. I would surely like to hear their conversation, Kathy thought. It’s bound to be about boys or sex. But they’re one and the same, aren’t they?

After they had been airborne for an hour or so, Captain Madison returned. He told jokes for five minutes, nonstop before he succeeded in getting the girls to begin talking about themselves. Eventually, he told them about his fifteen-year-old daughter. As he walked by Kathy, he squeezed her shoulder and quietly said, “Thanks.”

She grinned back and replied, “Anytime.” The word had a double meaning, and he knew it, but he had never gotten out of line with her, or anyone that she had ever seen. His wife has a jewel there. If she ever divorces him, I’ll be there to console him in a heartbeat.

Captain Madison gave Jeff a mock salute and a smile as the girls piled out of the plane and came running over. A few minutes later, they were rolling out of Boulder in two vehicles. Ann had asked to ride with Jeff in the new Expedition.

Since cell phone reception around the mountains was spotty, Jeff waited until he saw a cell tower before dialing his wife’s number. As he looked into his rearview mirror, he could see Arlene answer. “Do you want to stop and get something to drink, or something to eat?” Ann had told him they had eaten on the plane, but he would not have been amazed if they all wanted to eat again. After all, they were teenagers with bottomless pits for stomachs. If they had been boys, he knew damn well they would have wanted food.

“Hang on, Daddy.” After a minute, Arlene said, “We’re not hungry, but we would like something to drink.”

“How about the drive-in we used the other day?”

“Mom said that would be great.”

None of them were hungry, but they all had a large ice cream each, anyway. Jeff, laughing, pulled onto the highway with the Escalade following.

“You’re in a good mood, Mr. Matthews,” Ann said, eyeing him, a smile on her face.

He thought for a moment. “I guess I am, at that. Well, my pretty daughter is sixteen today. I came into some money, and I don’t have to work anymore unless I want to. Some stress was lifted that I have been under for the last couple of years, and yeah, I guess you’re right. I’m happy.”

“Arlene is lucky.”

“How’s that?”

“She has both parents. I never knew my dad. Well, you know that. My mom works very hard and is gone a lot. I, pretty much, take care of the house, and have for years.”

“I know about being gone a lot. You and Arlene have been friends almost your whole lives. You certainly know how much I’ve traveled during the last two years.”

“Yeah, but we have other problems. Mom is afraid she might lose her job.”

Jeff glanced at her before returning his eyes to the road. “Why? What’s going on?”

Ann sighed. “So far, it’s just rumor. But her company has been bought out by some big, what’s the word ... conglomerate as Mom calls them. Anyway, they’re talking about downsizing. As you know, she’s a great programmer. She received several promotions, and she’s been a systems analyst for about a year now, but I can tell that she’s worried — really worried.”

Jeff glanced back at her, now worried as well. “I haven’t seen Laura in several months, I suppose. I’ve been away so much that I’ve lost touch with things. This is the first that I’ve heard about her job problem. I thought you two were doing much better since her promotion.” Jeff didn’t know what else to say, so he tried to steer the conversation onto safer ground. “You’ve been to the Rockies, haven’t you?” he asked, knowing the answer.

“No, Sir. We go to the beach for a week every couple of years, as you know, since Arlene usually goes with us. But we’ve never been out here. I bet Mom would love it.”

“How about forgetting the ‘Sir’. I had rather you and everyone else call me Jeff. I thought we had gotten over the ‘Sir’ a while back. Just because we haven’t seen each other in a while, doesn’t mean we should be all formal,” he teased.

Ann blushed a little and nodded as Jeff continued, “I’ve never seen anyone who didn’t like the Rockies. They’re certainly a drastic change from the city. Atlanta, Houston, New York, all the big cities have their charm, but so does the Rockies. Oh, they have the grandeur, the majesty, all that, but there’s another thing about living out here. I’ll show it to you one night soon. It is so unbelievably quiet. You can go outside, and when the wind is blowing from the right direction, hear a truck, or a car horn from miles away. I heard an eighteen-wheeler the other night that I swear had to be at least ten miles away. That’s the nearest road that’s legal for one to travel on.”

Ann began talking about school and the things she liked, prattling on until they started the switchbacks. She looked down at the first turn and became very quiet. When he could, Jeff looked in the mirror and saw his wife grinning from ear to ear. Now a mountain woman of three whole weeks, she was enjoying the scared-shitless teenagers in the car with her.

When they were home, Jeff began unloading the vehicles. The girls stood around staring at the conference center/retreat, stunned.

Somebody kept saying, “This can’t be a house. No way can it be a house,” until Jeff loudly cleared his throat and looked meaningfully at the pile of luggage. Suddenly, there was a line of girls grabbing the bags as he handed them out. As soon as they were inside with a load, they would come running out to get another bag.

Amazingly enough, each girl only had two bags (although the bags were large), and a makeup case, plus a few odds and ends, and, of course, a present each. Everything was in the house in minutes. Sorting out which girl had which suite took longer. With the kitchen door open, Jeff was making coffee and listening to the calls and giggles from a group of lifelong friends reunited.

“They’re something, aren’t they,” Diana said as she came in.

“I know I haven’t seen them very much in the last year, and seldom all together, but...”

“Down, boy. I know what you’re thinking.” Then whispering, “You’re thinking about Melissa’s and Jennie’s fathers fucking them. You dirty old man,” she accused, chuckling.

“I’m not old,” he said, swatting her on the ass.

“Behave, Mister. We have houseguests for the next two weeks. The only pussy you’re going to get is from this old woman.”

“Thirty is knocking on your door, isn’t it?” he teased. “And why? Can’t Arlene sneak into our room now and then?”

Jeff leaned against the counter as Diana put down cups and poured coffee. After handing her husband his black coffee, she stirred in creamer and sweetener into hers while looking at him. “Seriously, Jeff,” she said while blowing on her hot drink, “we can’t do anything like that while they’re here. I can vividly imagine the resulting chaos should Arlene let out one of her screams. How would we explain that?”

“I like the way your lips purse when you blow on that coffee. It reminds me of things.”

“Jeff Matthews, those girls have you all stirred up,” she said, glancing at his pants. “At least you don’t have an erection.”

“Yeah, but you don’t know how hard it is not to have one,” he said, chuckling at his choice of words.

“Seriously, you’re the one that was cautioning Arlene that you could get into big trouble if word ever got out.”

“Diana, do you actually think that Melissa and Jennie haven’t heard all about what’s going on? I’m probably Long Dick Malone by now, at least according to Arlene.”

“Who is Long Dick Malone?” Diana asked while trying to suppress a giggle.

“Hell, I don’t know. I just made him up,” Jeff responded as he laughed with her.

“Well, Mr. Malone,” Diana said as she leaned to kiss him lightly on the lips, “I had better not catch you with an erection around those girls. Not if you want some of this ol’ girl. If you get a hard-on, it better be because of me,” she finished, not laughing at all.

She’s going to get her ass on her shoulder, again. And I’m getting a little pissed myself. How would Jack handle this? Oh, yes. He waited until Diana put her cup on the counter before putting his down and saying, “I guess you’re right. It wouldn’t be right for me to get an erection after getting near constant stimulation from two beautiful women for a whole week straight. I must have had more sex from you during the last week than I have had in the last year. Now why in the world would I get excited?”

He could see Diana’s face flush. She was getting pissed. Now the Jack approach. If she keeps fucking with me, I’m going to start telling her it’s the Jack approach. Just as she started a retort, he pushed her against the counter, grabbed the back of her neck, and kissed her — soul kissed her. She tried to push away, but he tightened his hold on her neck and pressed against her. That really pissed her off. She squirmed and tried to talk into his mouth, but he managed to get a hand under her short skirt and yanked her panties down enough to get to her pussy. She tried to buck, but he pressed her against the counter with his body.

That’s the Jack approach, Babe, he thought. You came for Jack and even passed out for him. You’re not going to be the hot little wife for a few days and then go back to being the bitch who doesn’t allow it to be rough when her husband is around.

He turned her neck loose and slipped his hand under her top. She jerked her mouth from his and hissed out, “Stop that. One of those girls could walk in any minute. Do you want them to see us?”

“Oh, I imagine they have caught their mom and dad playing before. Two of them have been playing with their dad, anyway.”

While he was talking, he got her front-catch bra unsnapped, and grabbed a nipple. He also found her hole and was trying to insert a finger, but she wasn’t wet, and he wasn’t having much luck.

“Jeff, stop this right now.”

“Oh, you only get hot when Jack manhandles you? Is that it?” he said, not about to back down, now.

Her face lost all color in a second, and she tried to slap him, but he was too close for her to hit him with any real force. He jammed his finger in, curling it for her G-spot, gently twisting and tugging on her nipple at the same time. After seeking out her clit with his thumb, he proceeded to finger fuck her. He had her wedged against the counter and added sucking and kissing her neck to the titillation.

After going at her for several minutes, he was beginning to wonder, but he wasn’t going to give up. By damn, either she will respond to me, or we are going to have some serious problems — not to say anything about the giant hickey she’s going to have on her neck. She’s not going to start being Miss Chaste after what I’ve seen her do with that scumbag. He could see tears start in her eyes. But, he vowed that she was not going back to their old ways — not as long as she remained Mrs. Diana Matthews.

Diana stared at her husband. I don’t know what’s gotten into him. But, somehow, I’ve pushed the wrong buttons. I guess his ego is still fragile, after all. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this mad. But if I don’t respond to him, he’ll be right. Jack could please me whether I wanted it or not. So why can’t my husband? I was scared of Jack, but I’m not afraid of Jeff. But I was terrified of his leaving me a week ago. Has that changed? By the look on his face, it hasn’t? Oh, Shit. He’s not doing a damn thing to me that Jack didn’t do, and I came all over myself. Suddenly, she was coming. She bucked against his hand and wiggled her ass. He stripped her nipple so hard she almost screamed, but she came again.

She heard his pants hit the floor, felt him jerk her panties down and off one foot, felt his knees forcing her thighs apart. Abruptly, his finger was replaced by his cock, which he proceeded to ram upward into her. He pushed her back against the counter and rammed in again as her high heels scrabbled for purchase on the slick tile floor. He let go of her breast, yanked her top up, and rammed again.

“Oh, shit, Jeff, that hurts,” she admonished. Ignoring her, he pulled almost out before slamming into her even harder, the head of his cock hitting her cervix again and again. She grunted and bit her lip, knowing better than to whine. A couple of minutes later as he continued to slam into her, she came so hard she almost blacked out. Her long breasts were bouncing and shaking, the front of his shirt already covered with her milk as he gave her a few short, fast strokes, then rammed in and held. He was perfectly aligned with her cervix and she either felt or imagined that she felt warmth go inside her womb as his cock repeatedly pulsed. She came again, going higher and higher until one orgasm blended into another and the world grayed out. She slumped against her husband and mumbled, “I love you,” as he shivered out the last of his sperm.

Diana looked toward the door and caught Ann’s eye for an instant before she eased the door closed. “Oh, shit,” Diana managed to say.

“Is that all you have to say, just, ‘Oh, shit’?”

“We had an audience,” she managed to get out as her orgasm faded and her breath came back.

“Who?”

“Ann.”

“Didn’t Arlene say that she was still a virgin?”

“Virgin, or not, she got an eyeful that time,” Diana said, frowning. “Oh, Jeff, I need to talk to her. This could upset her enormously.”

Jeff pulled out and quickly gave her a dishtowel which she held to her drooling pussy. After wiping, she handed him the towel. After pulling her panties up, she adjusted her skirt and top, “I’ll be back after I talk to her. Maybe I can do some fence mending.”

“Tell her that I’m sorry.”

A few minutes later, Diana found Ann in the living room with the other girls. Trying to act as if nothing had happened while desperately hoping Jeff hadn’t made a hickey on her neck, Diana asked if everyone had found a suite and gotten moved in. When they all said they had, she continued, “Okay. Let’s take a little break. You can explore the house and grounds. By the way, Arlene, don’t forget to tell them about the bears.”

“Bears?” everyone but Arlene screamed in unison.

Arlene just grinned. “I’ll tell them, Mom.”

“Okay. Everyone have fun for thirty minutes or so, but meet back here so we begin decorating for the party.”

As they started out the door, led by Arlene, Diana pulled Ann aside. When the others were out of earshot, “I apologize for what you saw in the kitchen. Later today, I would like to talk to you about some things.”

“Mrs. Matthews, you don’t have to apologize. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I know Arlene told you I’m still a virgin and my friends aren’t. That does not, however, mean that I’m a dumb little kid.” She blushed prettily, but continued, “Besides, I thought you looked so very, very sexy. I wish I were as pretty as you,” she finished before she took off down the hall after the rest of the girls, leaving Diana standing there wondering what had just happened.

Jeff had all the noise he could take for one evening. Even with noisemakers, whistles, and rock music, he was amazed that four girls could produce that much racket. A shriek cut the air like a knife, accompanied by giggles and laughter. Well, there was certainly no doubt whatsoever that they were having a great time.

Diana looked at him with that all-knowing glance of hers. Caught again while looking at the bouncing titties. He didn’t think he had ever seen so much jiggling, and even he came to realize that it could not all be accidental. They were doing, at least some of it, so that he would notice them. He didn’t mind a bit, but he could not stand the noise any longer. After retrieving his glass, he left the room and started down the hall on the way to the back deck. A good breath of the cool night air and he would turn in early.

He had just leaned against the railing, looking up at the stars, when the sliding door opened and Diana stepped out.

“Noise get to you, too?” he asked her.

“They are loud, but I thought I would tell you that I spoke with Ann for a minute after I left the kitchen.”

“Was she that upset?”

“That’s the thing. She didn’t seem to be at all upset about what we were doing...” After hesitating for a moment, she continued. “She told me that I looked sexy, and she wished she were as pretty as I am. That’s not what I expected her to say.”

“How did you respond?”

“I didn’t. Before I could, she ran off down the hall to catch up with the others.”

“Well, at least she didn’t run crying to her suite.”

“Jeff, I know that four teenage girls, particularly these girls, are a distraction for you, but seriously, you have to cool it while they are here. No telling what Ann will say to Laura.”

“Who cares? Besides, Laura is your best friend. I was fucking my wife, and you were coming like a freight train. Too bad some shithead has to show me what turns my wife on,” he added, in a disgusted voice.

“Look, Honey, just because I came, doesn’t mean that I particularly like it like that. We need to make love in the bedroom while the girls are here, and...”

“Diana, stop the bullshit. I made love to you for years. Every time I got a little too aggressive, you would rein me in. You don’t respect a man who makes love to you. Oh, you think that’s what you want, but your orgasms speak differently. Throughout our marriage, your one orgasm per lovemaking session was little more than a whimper as you came. When Jack fucked you, you had more orgasms than I could count, because they ran together into one continuous come.”

“Look, you only saw Jack fuck me once. You act as if you saw things that never happened.”

Jeff’s face flushed with anger as he said through gritted teeth, “Don’t be too sure about that. Turns out that Arnie thought I knew more than I actually did. When we went over to his house to get his hard disk, he gave me the three videos he recorded of you and Arlene fucking Jack. Arnie isn’t as dumb as he looks; he took some great vids.

“I watched Jack lick your pussy until you passed out. And I watched you stick your ass up in the air so he could fuck your cunt. You came so damn hard that you fainted that time, too. When you sucked his cock, you acted as if you were starving for a swallow of sperm. And you cleaned his dick off, time and again, without even being asked. When he was dog fucking you, you turned your head to give him a profile of your face with a cigarette hanging out of your mouth like a damn bar whore. You were also doing a fine cowgirl imitation a couple of times. Shall I go on? If I had seen those videos before I kicked his ass, I might have handled things differently. I’m tired of your trying to be miss prissy ass with me when you fucked him like a whore.”

Jeff could see Diana shaking, even in the dim light on the deck. “Jeff, I...”

He grabbed her hand and jerked her over to him, then down to her knees. A moment later, he leaned back against the railing and commanded. “Get to sucking. You’re right; my hard-on is because of all the jiggling titties in the living room, not that your tits aren’t just as good or even better, but you’ve started getting that holier-than-thou attitude again. Some of that is okay. I like your haughtiness to an extent, but I am not going back to the once-a-week make-love sessions. For the last week, I’ve gotten my rocks off at least four times a day. I haven’t been able to do that in years. But with you and Arlene acting like sluts — don’t say anything, I like you to act that way — my balls seem to fill up as fast as I unload them. I am not going to start sneaking around and jerking off the way I’ve had to do for years. I should have turned your ass over my knee and lit said ass up long ago, but that’s all behind us now. Jack has changed things, and be damned if I’m going back to watching you lay there under me faking death.”