Chapter 62

SHORTLY AFTER 3:00 P.M. — THE RETREAT

Amazing Jeff, there were absolutely no problems with the closing on the ski lodge property. Money transferred, everyone satisfied, including the creditors' representative, they were all served key lime pie afterward. Shortly the attorneys, creditor's person and accountant were sent on their way, full-bellied, and with visions of beautiful, young women on their minds. (Jeff's younger wives had served the pie.) Jeff, Diana and Arlene stood in the living room watching on the big screen as the vehicles played follow the leader down the driveway.

Diana hugged her husband. "That was a lot simpler than the closing on our house in Georgia."

Jeff chuckled. "Well for one thing, the money was there, and this time there wasn't a loan institution adding their bit of paperwork to the mix. And I guess it helps when both parties involved think they have been the ones to come out on top of the deal. We got the property for a whole lot less than we first estimated it to cost, and I think the creditor's guy was just amazed that someone bought it."

"So, now are we going to have a place to ski, Daddy?"

Jeff grinned at his daughter, knowing she was teasing. "Always trying to stir something up, aren't you?" he laughed. "It hasn't even been a week yet since you went down the driveway on that snowboard, so I definitely haven't forgotten." Then, "You know why I wanted to buy the lodge originally, but we now have an even better reason."

"Yeah, Mom told us what you said about security. So how is that going to work?"

Jeff didn't answer, but instead turned to pick her up. She giggled and locked her legs around his waist as he walked over to a couch with her. Unceremoniously dropping her so he could watch her braless breasts bounce, he quickly reached to pull her shorts and panties off.

"Dadddee," she squealed in mock fear. "What if someone comes in?"

"Then they can watch and take lessons," he said as he knelt and applied his mouth to her pussy. Shortly, her thighs clamped to his head as her orgasms began.

Diana sat beside her daughter, staring at her husband. She had loved him almost since she could remember. She pulled her top above her breasts and idly played with her nipples. She fought back a shudder as she thought of how she had betrayed him with Jack. Now that she knew most of the story about Jeff's bargain with the General for the Healer, she had come to more fully realize just what her husband had done for her, how he had freed her from a lifetime of pain from a broken ankle that would never have healed properly — but the cost ... the cost. And there was more — much more:

Diana had recently learned that her husband was far, far more important, influential and successful than anything she had ever heard about — more so than any man in the world, she realized. She now knew he was the point man for all of humanity's interstellar exploration, the world's only starship pilot/commander, and she had just found out how he almost died during that impossible mission he had traded for the Healer, all so she wouldn't be in pain. To Diana, Jeff, always her most important man in her world, just became the most important man to the entire world. She had tried to hold her thoughts back, keep them at an even keel since she had talked with the General, but watching her husband with her daughter set her off. Power is, indeed, the greatest aphrodisiac there is. Diana let the thoughts of what the General said flood her mind. This was her husband. The man who was now driving her daughter crazy with his tongue — the man who commanded a true starship. The Queen, the one everyone turned to for advice, the one who never lost her cool, suddenly surrendered to the love and lust that were always so close to the surface when her husband was near.

As Arlene finally succumbed to the orgasms and passed out, Jeff sat back to look at Diana. She snatched off her shorts and panties and fairly leapt onto him, pushed him, laughing, to his back. His shoes, pants and undershorts were gone as fast as she could make it happen. She grabbed his already-hard cock and shoved her mouth down on it, sucking so hard her cheeks hollowed, her mouth working up and down his shaft. Almost frantic, she knelt over him, lining up his cock with her entrance and slammed herself downward, dropping her whole weight onto him. His cock tore its way up her tightened tunnel, the head slamming against her cervix. The pain/pleasure ripped through her, her nipples suddenly spraying hair-thin streams of milk as her first orgasm hit, then continued on into the next as she worked her hips to almost frantically move her pussy on his cock, visions of babies she would one day have for her Prime vivid in her mind. She was hotter than she could ever remember being. She leaned forward, her face close to his so she could stare at this most important man in the world — this man she belonged to. I'm his Queen, she thought as her pussy massaged his cock that was buried so deeply within her. She vaguely felt his hands kneading her breasts, pulling on her nipples, making her milk spurt, but the unending orgasm was consuming her. She fought to stay conscious; she wanted to please this man; this unbelievably important man, her man who commanded more power than she could ever imagine. He grasped her hips and hammered into her, knowing that she loved to be taken. She reached a plateau of pleasure she had never reached before, and it went on and on.

He came. His semen/sperm boiled out of him; the force as it jetted into her, astonishing. She...

As consciousness left her, she slumped forward onto his chest, her pussy squeezing harder than he had ever felt before. He was afraid to move his dick within her for fear of tearing something inside her and maybe even hurting himself. The world swam about him as the last of his semen pumped into her, making an audible sound as it was forced out of her overfilled tunnel to mat their groins. He didn't know what had gotten into the now unconscious woman lying on his chest, but he darn sure liked it. After long moments that he spent just holding her lovingly against him stroking her hair, he managed to pull his cock from her.

Shifting, he came to his feet with her in his arms, then gently laid her on the couch beside Arlene. Getting a handful of tissues, he stuffed them between her legs, wiped his cock, then donned his clothes. Realizing that his face was sticky, he had just gotten a third handful of tissue when Dave walked into the room and around to the front of the couch where Jeff stood wiping his face.

As Dave glanced to the side, he saw Diana and Arlene sprawled on the couch, both minus the lower half of their clothes, and with tops pulled above their breasts. A large dollop of come pushed out of Diana's swollen pussy lips.

"Oops. Sorry," Dave stammered, quickly turning away.

Jeff threw the tissues in the trash can and grinned as his friend walked over to the fireplace and stood staring into the fire. "Now don't tell me you're embarrassed. Seems to me that I remember us all making love in here a few days ago."

"Well, yeah, but, I mean ... I was kinda busy at the time. I didn't see; I mean, I didn't expect ... Ah, shit, Jeff. I need some advice," Dave stammered out, the back of his neck a flaming red that matched his face.

"'Advice?'" Jeff chuckled. "Now that sounds deep." He looked over at a barely-conscious Diana, who had not yet made any effort to pull her top down, let alone put her shorts back on. "Maybe we need to go to your place. I could use something cold and wet right now, anyway."

They hadn't taken two steps toward the door when Susan bustled in. "Have you seen Diana?" she asked, obviously excited about something.

Jeff gestured, barely keeping his face straight. "Yeah, she and Arlene are over on the couch there," he answered, motioning.

The two men had just reached the door, when they heard a squawk from Susan as she walked around the couch. Chuckling, Jeff pushed Dave out the door and both men trotted down the hall until they turned the corner.

"Oh, shit. She's going to be pissed," Dave laughed. "You can bet she's having a fucking stroke right now after seeing Arlene like that."

"Damn. I wish she had walked in when I had my tongue buried in Arlene's pussy."

"Well, sometimes imagination is better than the real thing. I'll bet she's getting a pretty clear mental image of what happened."

"She hates me, as she calls it, 'fucking' my daughter. She won't acknowledge that I'm making love to my wife."

Dave stopped and turned to Jeff just as they got to Dave's apartment door. "Why won't you make love to Susan and get her past this? I heard Evie and Diana talking about it yesterday. Shit, man. Susan is a damn good-looking woman. And because of the Healer, the age is practically falling off her. She could pass for Diana's older sister now. In a couple more days, she'll probably look still younger."

"Dave, I have nine wives. That's nine, as in one less than ten. And they're all foxes. And besides, if I'm going to mess with anyone, it will be Kayla, and I'm putting that off."

Dave just grinned at him, but didn't answer. The men went on into Dave's apartment, stopping by the kitchen where they raided the refrigerator for a snack and a drink, then headed for his living room. They sat, Jeff on a chair and Dave on the couch where he slipped his boots off and propped his feet on the coffee table. Jeff continued, "If you're so concerned about Susan, why don't you take her?"

Dave barely caught himself before he coughed into his drink. "Shit, she's your family, and you know it. Everybody here knows that you will take her sooner or later. I'm just saying to do it sooner and get the woman out of her misery — and everyone else's."

"She hates me. Always has," Jeff objected.

Dave waved his hand a bit to negate Jeff's comment. "Bullshit. Tough love and all that. A few good orgasms and she'll follow you around like a puppy."

"If that's so, why don't you give her the orgasms?" Jeff said, about half meaning it; frustrated.

"Uh uh. No way. I'm not having your Queen after my ass. I'm just saying you're nuts. That is one beautiful woman. She, Diana and Arlene: three generations. And she damn sure doesn't look like any grandmother I've ever seen, and that was before Little One got to her. No wonder she wants to be called Meemi instead of grandma, or some such. In any case, you know you're going to take her sooner or later, anyway. I just think..."

"Alright, alright, enough about my future demise. Now what's this about needing advice?"

Dave flinched. Taking a long pull on his soft drink, he stared at a wall-mounted picture of the snow-covered retreat, his mood plummeting. "Ol' Buddy," he sighed, "I have a problem. I brought it on myself, though, but unfortunately, it's time to ... pay up, I guess you could say."

"Dave, if you need money, you know damn well you have it, no matter how much..."

"Thanks Jeff. I know, but it's not money — it's love. Love got me into this, and love is what's making it hurt so damn bad."

"Maybe you need to start at the beginning."

Dave took another sip of his drink, then sighing, "Oh, you know about it. Remember, there was a stipulation when Linda married me. Jill was gone, and during the year or so before they came here, Linda and Bill became much closer than father and daughter — well at least in a different way. Linda fell deeply in love with him; not just a daughter's love for her parent, either. He resisted and wouldn't take her cherry. She got him to agree, though, and then got me to agree that they would spend a night together during the first month of our marriage, but she was going to save her virginity for me, and did."

Dave took a bite of fudge, offering the plate to Jeff. When Jeff took a couple pieces, Dave put the plate back on the coffee table.

"So now, she's brought it up again?" Jeff asked, taking a bite.

"Yep, she says tonight is the night. She's already talked to Kathy and Jill about it of course. They're all for it. I did agree before we were married, but I was hoping she would forget about it — or just let it go — after we were married."

"But ... she didn't?"

Dave sighed out, "No."

"And Evie and Kim? What does Evie say?"

"They're for it, like I said. And when I tried to discuss it with Evie, she just took my face in her hands and kissed me, then told me she loved me. Just as she turned to walk away, she turned back, grabbed my face again and told me that Linda loves me too."

"That's it? No advice?"

"That's it. They won't even discuss it with me."

"And have you tried to talk to Linda about it? Told her how you feel?"

"Shit, no," Dave said, fidgeting.

"Why?"

"Because ... well, hell, because I agreed to it before we were married."

There was a hesitation, then, "You got any popcorn?" Jeff asked.

"Popcorn? What the crap has popcorn got to do with it?" Dave snapped, exasperation showing in his voice.

Jeff, halfway out of his seat, affected an air of innocence. "Oh, I thought we were through with the conversation. You said that you..."

" ... agreed to it," Dave finished for him, with resignation.

"Yep. You're an Alpha, and you gave your word. Now where's the popcorn." But even though Jeff's words were light, he knew how much Dave was hurting.

Dave looked at his Prime and thought: I made her a promise. I was afraid she wouldn't marry me unless I did. Now I'm acting like a wimp. I won't whine in front of my Prime, though. Oh, shit, this is going to hurt me like hell, but I told her I agreed. I need to go kiss her and hold her in my arms. I'm the only one she's ever had. That won't be true in the morning. It makes me sick to know another man is going to push his cock into her — pump his sperm into her. But I love her with all my heart. Bill is a brother Alpha and I really like him; respect him. Oh, shit. How did I get into this?