Chapter 30

A little earlier:

Picking up the keys to the Cruiser, Fred casually walked to the door. “I’ve got an errand to run. Be back in a few minutes.”

Carla, wiping the counter down in the galley, stopped to look at him. “Where are you going? I don’t like for us to be separated this far from home. It makes me uncomfortable.”

“I’m only going up the street a little way. I won’t be long,” he said as he stepped over to her for a hug. “I’ll be back in thirty minutes.”

Still uncomfortable with his leaving, she, nevertheless, hugged him. “Hurry back.”

When the outside door closed after him, Jessica looked at her mother. “He’s acting too casual. He’s up to something.”

Audrey walked over to the two women. “My ex used to sneak out and buy Playboy. I told him he didn’t have to do that and I would even look at the pictures with him. I tried my best to be part of his life, but he...”

“We haven’t been together long,” Carla answered, “and with the farm, we’ve been too busy for him to go most anywhere by himself. If he wants to buy a girly magazine, he’s welcome to do so. Heck, Jessica and I will be glad to give him a blowjob while he’s looking at the pictures, if he wants us to,” she said as she chuckled. “Right, Jess?”

“You bet,” Jessica giggled. “I never thought of that. It would be fun.”

“But I don’t think that’s what he went after,” Carla continued. “We passed a mall up the road a little way, and I’ll bet his trip has something to do with you,” she said as she focused on Audrey. “We’ll just act as if we haven’t noticed anything out of the ordinary. We won’t mess up his surprise.”

“Me? Are you sure?”

Carla laughed. “No, but he had that oh-so-innocent look on his face. And this is your night, so...”

“My ex bought a Christmas present for me our first Christmas. From then on, he never bought me anything – any time of the year. I even had to put up the Christmas decorations myself while he bitched at me for doing it.”

“You should have shot the bastard, instead of divorcing him,” Jessica snarled.

Laughing, the women went back to their cleaning.

Fred had returned, but hadn’t said anything about his trip. Later, as they sat by the lake, he excused himself to go back in the RV for what the women assumed was a bathroom break. When he returned, he resumed his place and pulled them to him. The moon was up, but scattered clouds intermittently obscured it as the four sat on blankets and snuggled together. The gentle lapping of the lake only a few feet from them was a soothing sound, despite the barking of a dog somewhere in the distance.

“I keep listening for the phone to ring with a camper saying he had forgotten something, or had broken his lantern, or wanting some more firewood, – needing me to open the store for him. Also, I keep thinking I need to go to bed so I can get up at 4:30 to start a new day.”

Audrey was leaning back against Fred’s chest, his arms around her. He squeezed her gently for a second, “Yeah, that’s the way it was for me when I first retired. Then I got my detective business going full-time, and the hours got worse. I eventually sold the business, and Brenda and I bought the Tourmaster, but she ... died before we got to do anything.”

“But we have,” Brenda insisted in his mind, the others hearing because of their contact with Fred. “I could be in that grave in Atlanta, instead of here with you. Even though I can’t hold you in my arms, this beats the heck out of that hole in the ground,” she finished.

Although she had kept her mental voice light, the sadness still came through a little, and she realized it. “Time to get going. We can’t sit out here all night. Why don’t you pick up that pretty woman and show her how Fred Wilson makes love?”

“Want to do that, Baby?” Fred whispered in Audrey’s ear. “Or do you want some more time, and maybe, just sleep the way we did last night?”

Audrey turned around, coming to her knees and sitting back on her thighs facing him. Reaching over, she touched his face for a moment. “My husband made love to me several times before we said our vows, and for a few weeks after we were married. Then he seemed to tire of me, and there was just sex. After a while, even that changed until he just used me to get off. I guess he never loved me.”

Looking around at Jessica and Carla, then back at Fred, “I’ve been happier in the last couple of days than I can ever remember. I guess this could wind up being the way my marriage was, but I can almost ... feel your love for me, so I just can’t believe it will ever go bad. I’ve never been a person who goes into things halfway, though. I felt something the first time I saw you. I love you – all of you,” she said as she included Jessica and Carla with her eyes. “And Brenda,” she said grasping Fred’s hand. “I include you in there, too.”

“We love you, too,” Brenda assured her.

After a group hug, Audrey went on. “Uh, I know this sounds, maybe, a little selfish. But when we got married, Alex didn’t carry me across the threshold. This isn’t the same – I mean we aren’t getting married, but well, I haven’t had sex since I caught my husband with the teenybopper, and I...”

Fred stood and pulled her to her feet. Scooping her into his arms, he gently kissed her and walked toward the RV. “Close enough,” he whispered to her. “Close enough.”

Audrey buried her face against his chest and savored the moment as Fred stepped up into the RV with her held tightly in his arms. He smells like roses – no, the RV smells like roses, she thought as she looked up at a grinning Fred.

The others had gathered up blankets and cups, and were right behind them.

“Put me down,” Audrey whispered as soon as they were in the living room. “Look,” she called out to Carla and Jessica as they came in. “Look at the rose petals,” she said, pointing to the floor.

Audrey, joined by the other two women, quickly followed the trail of rose petals into the bedroom.

“Wait, I was going to carry you in there,” Fred got out too late, but the women were already in the bedroom.

“Oh, wow,” Jessica said in a loud voice as Fred walked in behind them.

There were four vases with two dozen red roses per vase sitting about the bedroom. Fred had the florist pluck the petals from another two dozen and put them in a plastic bag for him. While the women thought he had gone to the bathroom, he had gotten the roses out of the Cruiser. Putting the vases out, he had then covered the bed with rose petals. Having some left, he used them to make a trail to the bedroom.

“There are four vases, Fred,” Brenda said in his mind.

Now why should I stop buying you roses just because you’re dead? he teased.

“I wish I could kiss you,” Brenda said as she snuffled in his mind.

Me too, Baby. Me, too.

Jessica, followed by Carla, kissed Fred with enthusiasm, both mother and daughter sniffling a little. When Fred turned to Audrey, he realized that she was openly crying.

“I’ve never gotten roses before,” she sniffed.

Suddenly she was in Fred’s arms, hugging him so tightly that neither of them could breathe properly.

“Then I’ll have to make sure this happens again,” Fred said as he kissed the top of her head.

“Check your card,” Fred said as he directed the women to the vase meant for them.

Carla pulled her card from the little holder buried in the flowers. Opening the tiny envelope, she read:

I love you with all my heart and soul.

Will you marry me when we get back to Colorado?

Fred

Carla sank back to sit on the bed. “Yes,” she whispered looking up at him, “but...” she finished, thinking of her daughter.

Fred smiled at her, “Wait,” he said simply.

“Jessica, you’re next. That one,” he said, pointing.

Jessica’s reaction to an identical card was a little different. She launched herself at him saying, “Yes, yes, yes,” until he stopped her repetitions with a kiss.

“Now you, Audrey,” the big man said, motioning to the third vase.

Hers was, of course, identical. “Oh, my.” She said as her hand holding the card shook. Turning to Fred, she asked, “Are you sure? I mean...”

“I’m positive. How about you?”

“Oh, yes,” she said running to him. Jessica barely got out of the way in time. “Oh, yes. Oh, yes.”

Laughing, Fred kissed her too.

“Is Brenda okay with this?” Carla asked, her voice quiet.

“Ask her?” Fred said, holding out his hand. “Both of you as well.”

All the women touched him. “I love each of you, and I feel Fred’s love for each of us. Jeff and Diana have a beautiful living room that’s just made for weddings, and I know they would be thrilled to let us use it. I would be honored to have the three of you join Fred and me in our marriage.”

After the rain of tears, the spell was broken for a few minutes because they had to take a short shower to get rid of the insect repellent they had used outdoors, but the shower lightened the mood, and the women teasingly wouldn’t let Fred shower with anyone.

After his shower, Fred had tied a towel around his waist because all the jiggling titties had produced the obvious result, and said result wasn’t going down anytime soon.

With all of them gathered around, a laughing Jessica snatched his towel away. When Fred realized that Audrey had grown quiet, he stopped his play to look at her as she stood staring at him. She wasn’t actually shaking her head, but she might as well have been, for it was obvious she was beginning to have doubts. This was the first time she had gotten a good look at him in the light with him standing, and he was even bigger than she thought.

Jessica instantly changed from a laughing teenager to a caring mate. Moving to stand beside Audrey, she reached out to touch the other woman’s face. “I wasn’t a virgin when we made love, and we only did it one night so far, but he didn’t hurt me. All I could think about was having him fully inside me. I walked funny the next day, though,” she said with a little giggle, “but I was ... heck, I guess you could say I was proud. Still am proud that we made love; proud that he’s our man.”

A look of concern touched Jessica’s face as she continued, “Forget Alex; he was an ass. I think from the way you talk about him that he would probably hurt you if he had a cock like Fred’s, but Fred will never hurt you; he’ll just make you come about a gillion times,” she finished with a giggle.

Her fear lessened, Audrey grinned at Jessica, only to shriek as Fred picked her up and fell into bed with her among the rose petals. Instead of her mind worrying as Fred gradually worked toward the act of sex itself, he began blowing raspberries on her sides – an area that was extremely ticklish to her. Somewhere the raspberries changed to kisses, and the kisses were suddenly on her lower stomach and headed southward. As his mouth neared its goal, her hands found his hair and she held her breath. This man, unlike her ex, had no problem with pleasing her with his mouth; on the contrary, he loved the taste of an excited woman and set about to prove it.

After a short bit of teasing, he reached his goal. Audrey’s ass lifted from the bed; a moment later her knees slammed against the side of his head, but he was prepared for them. Taking a gulping breath, her body went rigid, arching upward, and the most intense orgasm she had ever had in her life – even better than the ones she had given herself last night – washed over her. It seemed like it would never end. Finally she relaxed to the bed, sweat already coating her brow, a silly grin on her face – then he began gently sucking on her clit, interspersed with batting it with his tongue.

Amazed, she felt herself already nearing orgasm again – and again – and again. Later, she didn’t even realize when he had moved his body between her legs and held himself at her entrance with most of his weight supported on his forearms. She tasted herself on his mouth as he kissed her, though. Somehow, it made her even more excited. She felt the pressure at her entrance increase, then the head of his big cock popped in, a momentary uncomfortable feeling that quickly went away as he waited for her to become accustomed to his size. He pushed up a little higher on his arms, and she briefly wondered why, then as Carla’s and Jessica’s lips fastened to her nipples, gently pulling and sucking on them, she knew.

She had never had a woman do this to her before – had never wanted it done, but as Carla and Jessica nursed her, it was more than just a sexual act; although, that part was building her pleasure as well. It was obviously an act of love from the women. She groaned as he pushed his cock slowly deeper, opening her up. Soon, he was past where her husband had been able to go. Her womb seemed to welcome him as he spread the depths of her pussy to push against her cervix. Her legs came up to lock around his hips. He pulled back a little and then pressed again into her, setting up a rhythm. Shortly, she screamed into his mouth, clinging to him, as a series of orgasms tumbled through her body and mind, one peak right after the other.

The two women stretched out beside Audrey, whispering encouragement into her ears, telling her how much they loved her, all the while kneading her breasts, interspersed with occasional tweaks of her nipples.

Afterward, she could not remember how long Fred made love to her, but the orgasms seemed to run into each other until they became continuous. He sped up, then held tight against her cervix. After a second, he rammed into her several times, rapidly – hard – then held again. She felt his cock pulse. She had felt her ex-husband’s dick jerk from time to time when he came, but this was different. Different because Fred’s cock was thicker – much thicker, and much longer. In addition, she had never actually felt her ex come in her, just the jerking, sometimes. But with Fred, she felt the splash of sperm-laden semen against her cervix, over and over; felt the warmth of his seed spread throughout her pussy; felt as if she were becoming part of him as his pulsing cock seemed to consume her being.

He leaned down to lock his mouth to hers. Screaming into his mouth, she wiggled her groin against his, his seed squirting out around their junction as he stroked one last time before holding tight against her cervix again. She was certain she could feel warmth in her womb. The warmth seemed to spread throughout her body as she bucked against him, shuddered as she clung to him, and collapsed. Taking a shaking breath, she tried to say something, but was quickly out mid-word.

“Shit, we forgot the towels,” Carla said as Jessica scrambled out of bed to fetch them.

Giggling, the two women pushed washcloths under the still-connected couple. “Too late,” Carla laughed. “Well, I guess it was too much to hope that we wouldn’t have to change the sheets.”

Jessica stared at their connection and the thick semen that had already been forced out past it to mix with the rose petals. “I hope she hasn’t missed any of her pills.”

“She said she took them regularly,” Carla said.

“You going to lie there and sleep?” Jessica said as she stroked Fred’s back a few minutes later.

Fred grinned over his shoulder at her. “Nope, but be ready with that cloth. I’m going to pull out.”

When he turned over to flop on his back, Jessica caught the spill, and Carla took care of cleaning Fred’s cock with her mouth. Shortly, Jessica knelt near the side of the bed on her hands and knees. “I want it from behind,” she announced as she watched her mother suck Fred.

Carla pulled her mouth off. “Do my daughter. I’ll be waiting for you.”

Fred smiled at Carla. “Thank you, Ma’am,” he said as he stood and positioned himself behind the teenager, not noticing the rose petals clinging to the sweat on his back and butt.

I barely felt you when I was making love to Audrey, Fred thought to Brenda as he lined his cock up with Jessica’s tight pussy and pushed the head just past the lips of her tunnel. What happened?

“I didn’t want to scare her. She was excited enough as it was, and more than a little apprehensive.”

Okay, I can relate to that. But there are four of us here. I can’t make love to you the same as I can to them, he thought, referring to the three women, but what we did night before last was good for all of us. You seemed to like it, and I know I did. Carla and Jessica both fainted repeatedly. So be part of this, please.

“Put it in,” Jessica insisted. Then, “Oh, shit,” she shrieked as Fred pushed to her womb on the first stroke.

“Put a guard on the basement door until the rest of the house is secure. I want to go down there with you,” Jeff instructed.

“Yes, Sir,” Lieutenant Richardson responded as he sub-vocalized the command via his throat mike to the others.

A couple of minutes later, every space big enough for a person to hide in the house had been checked. At a word from Jeff, the lights came back on throughout the neighborhood, but there appeared to be little visual difference outside as the storm raged. Few people would even notice the short time the power had been off in the middle of the night.