Chapter 19

Three quarters of an hour later, fully clothed, they were all sitting around the larger of the kitchen tables. Diana looked at her husband and smiled. The girls all looked smug. Jeff looked a bit traumatized. He had never sat at a dinner table with a cup of sperm sitting in the middle looking like some kind of obtuse decoration.

"Diana, uh..." he began, looking at the cup.

"What's the matter, Darling? I drink it almost daily these days. What's wrong with a little sperm sitting on the table?"

Jeff glanced at his wife, only to see her smile sweetly at him. Shit, every time she smiles like that, I think about the cat that ate the canary and still had feathers sticking out of its mouth. What is she up to? And how in the hell am I going to get this stopped before I get into an even bigger pile of trouble?

The sniggering teenage girls didn't help a bit. At least Laura is trying not to laugh. The semen had gradually turned to a semi-clear, thick liquid.

Somehow, dinner was finally over. "Darling, you really didn't eat as much as you usually do. Don't you want another helping? Wasn't the food good?"

Crap. The only thing she left out was something about keeping up my strength. But the way everybody is grinning, they got the innuendo, anyway. "No, Sweetheart. Everything was delicious, and I ate plenty."

Diana began picking up the plates, but she and Laura were shooed out of the kitchen as the girls took over cleanup.

Laura started for her apartment, but Diana grabbed her hand, then followed Jeff into the living room. When Jeff sat down, Diana sat in his lap. Laura picked up the remote, but didn't turn on the TV yet; just sat down to wait.

"No use getting uptight, Sweetie," Diana said as she lightly kissed Jeff's lips. "I'm done for now. But don't you ever lie to me again. I don't like you doing this, whatever it is. But if you have to go, just say you're going. Don't call it an engineering trip."

"Baby, all but a very few of those trips were just what I said they were. And I did not have a choice."

Diana let the subject drop. She and Laura watched TV for a while. Finally, Diana punched Jeff in the ribs. "Get up and go to bed, we can't hear the TV for your snoring."

Jeff mumbled something about not snoring, but left for the bedroom.

Muting the TV, Laura looked over at Diana. "You got me to thinking with the measuring, and the other things you talked about." Hesitating a moment, she continued, "What are you going to do about his two latest conquests?"

"You mean Jennie and Melissa?" Lighting a cigarette, Diana looked at Laura. "Oh, they're just having a good time. They're not conquests, at least not the way I think you mean. Jeff won't fuck them."

"Okay. I'll put it like this. Did Arlene act differently after she got her first dose of Jeff's sperm?"

Taking another pull on the cigarette, Diana answered, "Well, you know she did. I mean, she fucked her dad. That's not exactly the same relationship they had before," understating the obvious.

"Yeah," Laura sighed, "She undoubtedly loved her dad before, but she's in love with him now. And so is my daughter — not to mention me. And yes, I loved him before, have for years, but not like now. It's almost unbelievable how much I love him. When he fucked me the first night, I passed out and he didn't come in me. The second night, he did, and I knew. And maybe some of it is just primordial instinct to submit to the male of the species. But I think it's more. I sure haven't had that instinct with anyone else."

Laura let the silence remain as she stared at the carpet as if she found something fascinating there, then looking at her friend, "Have you ever told Jeff no? I mean about sex. Just flat out told him you didn't want it?"

Diana took a long pull off the cigarette, then put it out in the ashtray. Pushing herself back in the recliner, she glanced at Laura, "Turn off the TV. I don't know where you're going with this, but I can't concentrate with that thing on."

Laura picked up the remote and shut off the TV. "You're stalling. Have you ever told your husband no?"

"We've been married sixteen years, and he's never really fucked me until we came out here. I've told him that I didn't want to make love before, though."

"I'm not talking about that. Heck, I can see he's changed, but do you mean to tell me he never fucked you before? Just bent you over the bed, the table, a chair, or something, and fucked the shit out of you?"

"Oh, I guess we've used most of the positions, particularly after Arlene was born and we were still in our teens — but not like what you're talking about. Not before, that is."

Diana caught her friend's eye. "Look Laura, Jeff is big. You know that. The first time, in the car, when I lost my virginity, it hurt really bad. All through my pregnancy, even very gentle sex hurt. I now know that happens to some women while they are pregnant. I guess I was one of them. But he continued to make gentle love to me when we started back after the baby was born. We were both virgins when we conceived Arlene. I never had anyone else before Jack raped me, or seduced me, or whatever you call it. Jeff swears that I was the only one before Arlene, when she and I cooked up our little scheme to distract him from leaving me."

Diana picked up the lighter and turned it round and round in her hand, thinking. "Why would you ask such a question? All wives, over time, probably tell their husbands, no. Sometimes a woman just isn't in the mood. I've told him no and meant it twice since we moved out here."

"What happened? And toss me the cigarettes and lighter."

"When did you start smoking?" Diana asked, a grin teasing her lips as she handed Laura the pack and lighter.

"I've smoked one of your cigarettes from time to time," Laura answered, smirking a little.

"Bullshit, you've decided to tease Jeff with his fetish. Did he say something to you about it, or was it just my talking about it?"

Laura told Diana about the conversation in the car.

"What did he do when you lit the cigarette?"

"Blushed. Oh, you should have seen him. Then he tried not to look at me, but I know he did."

Both women were quiet for a moment. "Are you mad at me Diana? I guess I went too far, huh? I won't do the cigarette thing again. I'm sorry. She put the cigarettes and lighter on a table."

Diana looked at her friend and burst out laughing. "No, no. You misinterpreted my expression. I think it's hilarious. Oh, I don't mean Jeff's fetish. Heck, I kinda like to do it, now that Jack got me started with it — certainly now that my husband likes it. I've even looked at myself in the mirror holding a cigarette in my hand, you know, holding my hand up, trying to look haughty, as Jeff calls it. I see what he means. And Arlene is damn good at it. You won't make me mad doing it. If that's what my man wants, he's sure going to get it."

Laura felt relieved, and showed it. "Thanks, I guess I'm still scared to death that you're going to change your mind about Jeff and me making love, and tell me to get out of your house."

Diana popped off the recliner and pulled Laura to her feet. As Diana put her arms around Laura and hugged her tight, Laura suddenly hugged her back. After a little time, Diana pushed back and looked at Laura. "I don't want you worrying about that. It makes me feel really bad to think you have been. We've never fought. We have always gotten along, just like our girls. No matter what happens, this is your home. And it always will be. I don't back out on deals, and Jeff certainly doesn't. I knew what would happen when I first thought about you being Jeff's assistant."

"Thanks," Laura quietly said.

Diana took Laura's hand and led her to the couch. They sat, turned a little so they could face each other, with Diana still holding Laura's hand. "I've known for years that you love him. I've seen the way you looked at him when you thought no one was watching." When Laura started to interrupt, Diana shushed her. "Oh, you hid it well. But the times I tried to set you up with someone, I noticed that if Jeff was around, you nixed the idea instantly. Plus, the few men you did let get into your pants couldn't make you come. Remember, you bitched about that one guy having too much to drink and fucking you 'half the night' because he couldn't get his rocks off — if I remember the expression you used — but you didn't come once. That's the last guy you were with, isn't it?"

At Laura's nod, Diana grinned. "The way I was before, I just couldn't share him. I guess I couldn't break out of society's conventions, or I would have told him to make love to you. I was jealous, then not jealous, back and forth, when Arlene started fucking him. I won't say it won't come back at all, especially when my PMS hits, and I am going to be number one female around here, period. But I'm not going to start bitching about your smoking to tease him, or fucking him, or plopping down in his lap and kissing him whenever you decide to. You don't have to walk on eggs around me. So just stop acting like a whipped pup."

Diana leaned over and kissed Laura on the mouth for a second. Standing up and going over to the table where Laura had put the cigarettes, Diana said, "If you're going to do it, I'll show you a couple of things that I think he likes."

After a demonstration, and playing around with the cigarettes for a while, both women looked at each other and broke up laughing. Diana started giggling and then couldn't stop, which triggered Laura. When they finally wore themselves out, Diana sat sprawled out on the couch waving air in her face with a magazine.

"All right," Laura said, "that was sure fun, but let's get back to the no you told him after you moved out here. What did he do?"

"Fucked me until I thought he was going to drive my womb out through my throat," Diana laughed.

When Diana didn't immediately elaborate, Laura looked exasperated. "Come on, tell me about it."

"Okay, I guess, but I was really pissed about it for a while." At Laura's questioning look Diana sighed and continued. "The first day the girls were here, they were decorating the living room for Arlene's birthday party. I'm sure my daughter had already filled them in about Jeff fucking her, because shortly they were all braless and making sure their titties bounced and jiggled as much as possible. Jeff really got a show. I guess I got a little jealous because when he told me how hard it was not to get a hard-on, well, one thing led to another and he fucked me leaning against the kitchen counter. That's when Ann caught us. That was definitely a no time."

"Did you just tell him no and he went on anyway, or what?"

"Well, I guess so. I mean I even tried — hard — to slap him. He just rammed in dry, fucked the crap out of me, and yanked on my nipples until I came."

Grinning, Laura asked, "Was there another time?"

"About the same thing," Diana said in an odd voice. "I was bitching at him again about watching titties, when he put me on my knees, grabbed the back of my head, and crammed his dick down my throat."

"What did you do?"

"After I got through strangling, he made me pull on my nipples, and I came."

"Were those two times it for sixteen years?"

"I guess the first time was when Arlene and I set him up. When it didn't work, Arlene sort of sent me out of the room, then sent Jeff to fuck me — not make love to me — but to fuck me."

Laura laughed. "Yeah, you told me about that. How many times did you come?"

"I don't know. A bunch. I passed out."

"And you never told him no before this?"

"Well, sure I did, but that's back when he only made love to me. He usually just ignored me for awhile, or if we were in bed, he just held me in his arms and went to sleep."

"Diana. If Jeff walked in here right now, unzipped his pants, pulled his dick out, stuck it in your face and said 'suck it, ' what would you do?"

"You know I would suck it. Look, Miss Psychoanalyst, I know I've changed. Jack fucked me until I fainted, and my husband saw the tapes. You know that, too. I had to change if I wanted to keep him."

Seeing that Diana was getting stressed, Laura squeezed her hand. "I know you've changed, but I think you have changed a little more than you realize. And I think that Jeff has changed more than either of you realize. Ever heard of an Alpha Male?"

"Oh, come on Laura, that's an overused, worn out catchphrase for someone that is an asshole. Jeff is a really nice person. He's just changed a little about sex. I pushed him into it by acting like such a slut in the playroom when Jack fucked me with Jeff watching. Jeff even calls it the 'Jack approach.'"

Laura shrugged. "Maybe you're right, but then again I think that old adage about not being able to see the forest for the trees would be very appropriate right now. Since you're so close to Jeff, I mean you were with him all the time he was home — still are — you just haven't noticed how much you have changed. But, looking back, I think I can see a pattern that's been developing for the last couple of years. But I noticed that he had become more sure of himself, and heck, we both know he was a type 'A' personality to begin with. Like you mentioned about his body, he's changed, and not all at once. I've always gotten wet when he touched me, or even got near me for any length of time, but for the last year or so, I really didn't trust myself around him."

Diana grinned at her friend. "You don't have to trust yourself now. Just go for it."

Laura smiled back. "Thanks, more than you will ever know." Hesitating a moment, she continued, "When we were in that restaurant and he told me he was going to carry me back to the hotel, bend me over and fuck me, I almost came just hearing him say it. I don't even remember what we ate. We were in this beautiful, expensive restaurant that I could never afford, and I don't remember what we ate. Diana, the man has changed, I tell you, and I don't mean just coming a gallon, either."

"Gallon?" Diana said, giggling.

"Oh, you know what I mean. You started this in the kitchen. I'm telling you the man is a fucking Alpha Male."

"Okay. Okay. I was just teasing," Diana quickly responded. "I didn't mean to piss you off. So what do we do?"

Laura shrugged. "Heck, I don't know. I haven't gotten that far with my little theory," she laughed. "I guess we lie down and spread our legs when he walks by. Or maybe get on our hands and knees and stick our asses in the air. He's come in us; we don't have a choice."

"Do what?"

Laura looked straight at her friend. "I guess I don't have any way to prove it, but I think that once our Alpha Male puts a load of come in us, we belong to him. You don't realize it because, whatever the change was, it was gradual with you. But I'm telling you, I felt the change. I loved him. I didn't think I could love him more. When he came in me, it was wonderful. But in a few minutes, I was his."

Diana had an odd look on her face. Quietly she said, "He's used a condom for the last couple of years, and I hadn't sucked him off in a long time until we came out here. I wonder..." As she looked up at Laura, Diana could see the beginning of tears in Laura's eyes. "I know you love him, and I love you, too. But don't go overboard with this." Strengthening her voice, "I don't believe in this Alpha Male shit."

Laura wiped at her eyes. "Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating things, but mark my words, you're going to have problems when Melissa and Jennie have to leave."

"Why? Oh, I know they're going to hate to leave. But even if your idea is for real, Jeff didn't come in them. They're just going to hate leaving their friends."

"Obviously, I don't know if it is the come, or some psychological aspect of his coming in us. But, I don't think the come has to, necessarily, be in a vagina. They both sucked him off. Jennie got a whole load. She almost strangled. And Melissa got a little in the kitchen, probably more in the shower. She looked determined when she left the kitchen. Even if she didn't, she is bound to before they leave. Both of them are, or will be, in love with Jeff by the time they leave. Didn't you see the way they were looking at him at the table? The only reason they haven't fucked him is that he won't. And no matter how determined he is, they're probably just as determined to get that big dick of his up them before they have to leave."

"Oh, shit, Laura, this is far out." After a moment of silence, Diana sighed, deep in thought. "I sure hope you're wrong."

"I hope so, too, but I'm not. And momma and daddy will wonder why their girls suddenly fell in love with Jeff while they were out here. Particularly the daddies, since they're fucking their daughters. They might be just a wee mite jealous. And I'll bet my left nipple that when they go home, Daddy won't get any more pussy from them."

They looked at each other for a moment, then Laura quietly said, "Di, we need to talk to Jeff."

They could hear the squeals when they opened the door to the sitting room of their suite. With a sinking feeling, Diana walked across and pushed the bedroom door the rest of the way open, fearing that Jennie and Melissa had managed to seduce Jeff into fucking them. She sighed with relief when she realized it was Arlene riding Jeff's dick. She thought how ironic it was that she was glad it was her daughter that was riding her husband's cock.

Jeff was on his back, hands clasped behind his head, enjoying the view and the tight pussy of the bouncing teenager astraddle his dick.

"Hi, Mom," Arlene gasped out, still bouncing. "I've come eleven times, and I'm going for twenty," obviously nearing her next orgasm, if the gasping and shivering were any indication.

Diana leaned over and kissed her husband. "Finish her off, Jeff. We need to talk."

"What?" Jeff asked, as Arlene squealed and thrashed wildly, chalking up number twelve.

"Finish her off," Diana repeated, louder. "We have to talk."

"Diana, I..." Jeff started, grabbing his daughter's hips before she tore his dick off with her gyrations.

"Finish her off, Jeff. And don't play dumb with me."

"Oh, all right," he grumbled, clamping down on his daughter's hips with his hands, taking over control. A couple of minutes later, Arlene screamed until she ran out of air, then collapsed. Jeff, groaning, stroked a couple more times, his daughter's shivering body riding his chest, before he relaxed.