Chapter 22

At eight on the dot, he carried a laughing Jennie into an instantly quiet kitchen. Still in his arms, Jennie kissed him. Turning to the other wives, she gave the proclamation, "I'm full of come," then followed with, "but ... I'm broken."

That started the usual scramble, but they had the pussy cream in the kitchen this time, and Jeff insisted that he carry her to the hot tub. He kissed her tenderly, then was shooed away by Diana, who kissed him and whispered. "That glow on her face shows it all. Thanks for making her feel special. Now get your butt out of here and let her tell us all about it." Diana grabbed his ass as he turned to go back to the kitchen.

Apparently, Arlene, wearing a red negligée sans panties, was the designated cook this morning. When she set his coffee on the table, she straddled his lap. He got a generous helping of breast milk before he got around to his coffee.

As soon as he was done with his breakfast, Arlene unbuckled his pants, pulled them off, and engulfed his dick with her mouth. When he was sufficiently hard, she forced her tight pussy down his shaft. She rode him almost frantically until he stopped her, kissing her tenderly. "We've got all the time we want, Sweetie. There's no hurry, but I am going to take you to bed," he said, kissing her. Standing up with his arms locked around her bottom, she looked startled, then wrapped her legs around his hips. As they walked down the hall, with each step, his cock moved a little inside her, and Arlene kept up a near constant massage with her pussy muscles.

By the time they reached the bedroom, they were both highly excited. As soon as he struggled onto the bed with her, her hips started rhythmically rotating back and forth, sliding his cock in and out in short strokes. In a few minutes, he was draining himself into her as she clutched him and shuddered.

A little later, he rubbed Arlene's pert little ass and said, "Go get some jeans on. We're going for a ride."

As Arlene took off for her room to get dressed, he picked up the phone, punched intercom and dialed the deck that had the hot tub. When Laura answered, he said, "Tell Diana that Arlene and I are going to take a little drive. We should be back in an hour or so."

"Okay, be careful ... Bye."

As he and Arlene got into the Escalade, she questioned, "Where're we going, Dad?"

"I want to stop by our neighbors down the road and ask about a couple of things. It will get you out of the house for a bit."

A few minutes later, Jeff turned the Escalade into a drive that wound through the trees to a very nice brick, two-story house. As they got out of the SUV, the front door of the house opened and a man walked down the steps to meet them. Jeff guessed him to be in his late sixties. He seemed to be in good physical shape.

Jeff stuck out his hand. "Hi. I'm Jeff Matthews. This is my daughter Arlene."

Jeff noted the firm handshake as the man answered, "I'm Steve Sperman." Glancing at the Escalade as he turned Jeff's hand loose, Sperman asked, "Aren't you the people who bought the convention center at the top of the mountain?"

"Yeah," Jeff laughed, "that's us. How did you know that the place was a convention center?"

"Oh," he said, preoccupied as he smiled at Arlene, "we watched the construction go on for a couple of years, and word gets around a small community." He nodded to Arlene. "And how are you, little lady?"

Arlene blushed and answered. "Just fine, Sir."

There she goes with the little girl act. She'll have him eating out of her hand before he knows what hit him.

Sperman clasped Jeff on the shoulder. "Come on in. I'm forgetting my manners." Leading the way up the steps, he opened the door for them and ushered them inside.

As his wife entered the room, "This is my better half, Marcie. Marcie, this is Jeff and Arlene Matthews from up top."

Jeff noted that the tall woman, like her husband, did not seem to have any excess fat about her body, despite her apparent age of sixty or so.

Marcie invited them into the den, made over Arlene, then after asking what everyone would like to drink, she took Arlene with her to the kitchen.

Sperman picked up a pipe from the table by his seat. "Mind if I smoke?"

"No problem. My wife smokes, so I'm used to it," Jeff replied, "and I like the smell of a pipe, besides."

As Sperman filled his pipe and tamped the tobacco down, he commented, "I have heard your accent a number of times. I used to work with a person who was raised in Georgia. Am I right?"

"I didn't think I had that much accent. Not with all the traveling I've been doing for the last few years. You even nailed the state, " Jeff answered, impressed.

"It's just a hobby of mine, but it tends to drive my wife crazy because I keep bugging strangers when we go out, wanting to know where they are from. I guess I have embarrassed her from time to time."

As Sperman lit his pipe, Jeff asked, "Have you always lived here in the mountains?" knowing that he probably had not.

"Oh, no, no, no. Marcie and I have lived all over. I'm a retired metallurgist and she used to be a chemist. We have only been out here about five years."

Before the conversation could go any further, Arlene and Marcie came back with a couple of trays. "Dad, Marcie makes her own doughnuts. These are fresh baked this morning."

After the coffee was poured and the doughnuts passed around, Jeff sat up a little straighter as he took the first bite. Turning to Marcie, obviously sincere, he said, "These are the best doughnuts I have ever put in my mouth. Is there any way you would part with the recipe?" Ah, hell. I sound like and old woman swapping recipes. But I don't care. If Diana learns to cook these things, it will be a small price to pay, he thought.

Arlene giggled and waved a paper at Jeff. "I asked for the recipe as soon as I took a bite in the kitchen. She has a stack of recipes already printed out. Mom is going to be pleased."

Marcie laughed, "They came from a recipe my mother got from an old cookbook. I got tired of writing out the directions for everyone, sat down at the computer and printed a number of copies. The donuts take a little while, but they're not hard to make. Arlene and I have already put a dozen in a bag to take with you."

Jeff ate two, and wanted a couple more, but refrained. If the glint in Marcie's eye was any indication, she knew that he had forced himself to quit.

Jeff took another sip of coffee. "I didn't really mean to barge in on you people. I had the intention of just stopping by and asking a couple of questions about the snow here."

Sperman looked at his wife and winked. Turning back to Jeff he said, "The snow is what got Marcie and I hooked on this area. We came out on vacation one summer about twenty years ago, fell in love with Winter Park, then decided to come back in the winter. We have been skiing every chance we have had since then. We bought this property ten years ago, then built the house a little later. When we retired, we moved out here and stayed."

"Where do you ski?" Jeff asked as Marcie poured him more coffee and offered Arlene and Steve more. As she set the pot down, she answered for her husband, "We do the most of our skiing around Winter Park. There are several really nice slopes that can be quite challenging. But we don't do much of the challenging part any more," she wistfully said. "Both of us have a touch of osteoporosis, which means that our bones aren't as strong as they once were. Our doctor pretty strongly advised against anything that could result in a hard fall. So we take it easy most of the time."

Jeff laughed, "I guess I misled you. The nearest I have ever been to skiing was on water, and I never did that enough to get good at it. What I meant to ask was how are the roads in the winter? Unless we set up some type of home-schooling, I'm going to be driving up and down this mountain every day with four girls in the car, carrying them to school. We thought we would get your advice Mr. and Mrs. Sperman."

Sperman grimaced, "Just Steve, please. I left the Mr. at work."

Jeff laughed. "Yeah, me too. Just Jeff, if you please," he said, with a little mock nod.

"Okay, Jeff. But you know what they say about opinions?"

Marcie interrupted with, "Steve. Now watch your mouth. We have a young lady with us."

Arlene giggled. "Everyone has one? Right Mr. Sperman?"

Steve burst out laughing. "Just so, young lady. Just so." Turning back to Jeff and sobering somewhat, he said, "Get yourself a snowplow. From here to where you live is going to get really interesting in about another month or two. You can look for three hundred inches or more at the top during the winter. You're not all the way to the top, but even so, the last mile of the county road, not to say anything about your driveway, is going to get an awful lot of the white stuff, not to mention ice. No offense, but it is a lot of snow even for the locals, and you're a southern boy. It took us a while to get used to that much snow, and we had been around snow quite a bit from time to time."

Taking a sip of coffee, he continued, "Marcie and I have been up to your place a couple of times when they were building it, just to look around and be nosey. Your driveway is going to get damn dangerous when it ices over." Draining the last of his coffee, he continued, "Come on out back and I'll show you our rig," he finished, placing his cup back on the coffee table and standing.

"Mr. Sperman, is it okay if I come too?" Arlene asked, getting up when her dad did.

Turning to Arlene with a very serious look on his face, Sperman said, "On, one condition." When Arlene's face became serious also, he continued, "If you stop calling me 'Mr. Sperman'. I keep wanting to look over my shoulder to see who you're talking to."

Arlene grinned, "Yes, Sir, uh, I mean Steve."

They all laughed as they started for the back.

A couple of minutes later, they were standing in a very well kept back yard, next to a large four-wheel drive, extended cab, pickup. Steve pointed to the red snowplow sitting not far from the truck. "That's a Western Ultramount that we got a couple of years ago. They aren't cheap, but it hooks up in about two minutes, and it works really well. All you have to do is drive into it, pull up a couple of levers, push in a couple of safety pins, and snap in the wiring. Takes longer to say than to do. That's a salt spreader over there. You're going to need one of those, also."

Showing them the mounts under the front bumper that attached to the frame, he continued, "It takes about a day to get the framework, hydraulics and wiring installed. What kind of vehicle do you have?"

"I've got the Escalade out front, and an Expedition. But if I get a snowplow, I'll buy a truck to mount it on. I thought you would probably know more about what I needed than I did, and it sure seems like you do. I'm certainly glad for the advice. I thought about a snowplow, of course, but I didn't want to be at the mercy of some salesman that might not know what he was talking about, or that didn't have much personal experience with mountain roads."

Marcie spoke up with, "We just leave the plow on the truck most of the winter if we are just going to Winter Park or somewhere around here. If the roads down below are plowed out and we're going to Denver or Boulder, we drop the plow off at a friend's house. If you do get a plow, I'm sure we can make arrangements for you to drop yours off if you need to. They have about forty acres, and there's plenty of room out next to the road; so it's convenient."

"Thanks Marcie, we really appreciate that." Turning to Steve, Jeff asked, "Would you write down the type of plow and spreader that you recommend, as well as your preferences for a pickup that will do the job? We would really appreciate it, and recommend a dealer for each, if you would."

Twenty minutes later, they walked in the back and Jeff picked up the nearest phone. Tapping the PA button, he said. "Hey gang, meet me in the kitchen. We've got homemade doughnuts."

A couple of minutes later, he set the sack on the table. Ann was the first to take one out. Looking at it, she remarked, "These aren't the best looking doughnuts that I've ever seen..." Whatever else she was going to say faded away as the smell hit her. After a tentative bite, she grinned and took a bigger one.

Arlene and I have already had ours, Jeff offered, as they started dividing up the doughnuts. Each had two, and it was obvious that they only let Arlene and Jeff have one more each because they were loved.

"Mom, Marcie gave me the recipe."

That did it. With list in hand, Laura and Diana were immediately in a discussion.

"We've got everything we need right here. But maybe we should pick up a couple of packets of yeast, though. We have plenty, but it was here when we moved in. We'll have to check the dates to make sure that it's still good."

Diana put the recipe on the table, "Okay, everybody, we'll make the doughnuts later. We still have our errand to run. Everybody get dressed and we'll do what we talked about yesterday."

Laura and the girls took off, leaving Diana and Jeff in the kitchen. "The head bitch has spoken," Diana teased.

Grabbing Jeff, she hugged him, giving him a good feel of braless titties as she pressed against him. Putting a hand behind his neck, she pulled him down to give him an intense open-mouth kiss. "I've got to get ready, too," she said, as she broke away from him.

"Where're you guys going? I need to pick up a few things. I'm already ready."

"Not this time, Lover. You can't go with us on this trip."

"Come on Diana. Why the secrecy? I really need to pick up some stuff, and I need to stop by the snowplow dealer."

"We'll take the Escalade. You still have the Expedition. And come to think of it, you promised Laura her own vehicle. We're going to need more than two SUVs from time to time. But you can not come with us today." Giggling, she added, "Though you can come in us later."

Jeff gave up, kissed her and headed to the study where he picked up the phone and dialed the snowplow dealer. Just before he got off the phone, Jennie climbed into his lap. Grimacing a little as she adjusted herself, she hugged and kissed his cheek, then lightly ran her nails across his groin, teasing his dick through his pants. He barely managed to keep a coherent conversation going. As he hung up she said, "Thank you again for last night. I'll remember it forever."

"Seeing you in pain, "Jeff said, hugging her, "makes me think I should have quit before I did."

Whispering in his ear, Jennie proudly replied, "I'm your woman now." Giggling, "A sore pussy is a badge of honor around here. I have no regrets, and I'll be fine in a couple of days."

Putting her hand behind his head, almost like Diana had done, she gave him a kiss that practically scorched his socks. She giggled again, and broke the kiss when she felt his penis push against her ass.

In a few minutes, everyone was dressed and filing by to get a kiss and a grope. Diana was last. As he squeezed her breast through her blouse and bra, she chided, "Not this time, Big Boy. We're running a little late on our secret mission. We'll be back before dark, though. You'll have to fend for yourself for lunch."

As they all left the study, she admonished, staring him in the eye, "No masturbating while we're gone."

"Okay," he mumbled, having had that exact intention.

"This is Laura's night. And since you have already had her several times, unlike Melissa and Jennie, she's probably going to give you a lot more of a workout. And, incidentally, she put one of the shakes in the big refrigerator. You might want to drink that about five and take your nap."

"Laura is going to do this, too?" Jeff asked, a little nonplused.

"Certainly," Diana answered, with an unfathomable look on her face. "What did you expect?"

Before Jeff could answer, Arlene poked her head around the corner. "Everybody's in the Escalade, Mom. What's keeping you? Can I drive?"

Giving her husband's dick one last squeeze, she took off out of the den. "No," she said, "we're in a hurry."

Jeff heard a halfhearted, "Oh, Mom," as they went toward the back.

Guess I'll check on the construction and have a talk with the contractor. He acts like a pretty sharp guy. He doesn't seem to have tried to cut any corners with the lab. I'll show him my plans for the indoor range and see what he says.

Instead of entering the basement from inside the house, Jeff walked around to the back and came in through the basement door that he had assigned to the contractor and his crew. As he opened the door, he wasn't subjected to the sound of circular saws and big nail guns in a confined space as he had been a week ago. There was the smell of paint, and an occasional quiet "pap" from a finish nailer as a carpenter put up molding.

Seeing that the contractor was having a discussion with an electrician, Jeff waited and just strolled around. When the contractor saw him, he waved to Jeff, and a couple of minutes later, the tall, good-looking man came over.

"Hey, Mr. Matthews, I didn't see you come in."

"How's it going?"

"I think we'll be able to finish in two or three days, unless Murphy strikes again," he said, ruefully.

Jeff raised an eyebrow, and waited.

"Oh, no problem, really. Just one of those things. The electrician screwed up on some of the computer wiring, and I didn't catch it until today. Now we have to pick up some of the flooring and rerun the wiring properly. But since you designed the floor to be removed for just that purpose, it's just a little aggravation — not a real problem.

"He's not happy, but hey, he was the one who screwed up. I gave him exact plans; he just left a cable out." Frowning in the direction of the electrician, who, with another man had started lifting floor panels, the contractor continued. "He's not one of my regular electricians, he's from one of my subcontractors. My other electricians are tied up and the one I was going to use on this job broke a leg on a job about six weeks ago. He's due back next week. But don't worry, it will be right when I sign off on it."

Jeff shrugged. "Just remember what I said in the beginning. I want everything done right. I hate doing things over. If it takes longer, then it takes longer. I haven't bugged you or tried to look over your shoulder. And this is far from the last project that I have on the drawing board."

"It will be right, Mr. Matthews. You told me to give you an honest, fair price, and I did just that. You didn't balk or try to talk my price down. Our company gets a lot of return work because of good work at a fair price. I'm not going to lessen my standards now."

"Good," Jeff said, with a little grin. "Then let's go talk about some more of that 'return' work." A couple of minutes later, Jeff stopped and pointed. "I would like to have a small handgun range installed about here," indicating an area in the basement. "I've had an architect draw up the plans for a state-of-the-art indoor range. Suppose we go up to the kitchen, drink some coffee, and look over the plans."

When they entered the kitchen, Jeff put the drawings on the table and set about making a fresh pot of coffee as Henson studied the material. Jeff put a cake out that Diana had baked, along with plates and silverware. The contractor was so engrossed, he barely noticed, not even answering when Jeff asked if he wanted cake. Jeff grinned and cut him a piece, anyway.

"I've never built one of these. What about this waterfall?"

"I talked with a representative that makes it. It comes in modular form, and they will send someone out to assist in installation. It pretty much has to go in first, then everything is built around it, I guess. At least that's what I got out of the conversation.

"Actually," Jeff continued, "the falls doesn't have water. The liquid is a fairly viscous type of vegetable oil. Environmentally friendly, in other words. As the oil spills down the surface of the falls, the bullet hits the falls, is directed upward to an overhang that keeps it from ricocheting, then drops back down to the bottom of the falls. There, it lands in a type of trough that has a slow-moving conveyor belt in it. The conveyor moves the bullet to the side of the falls, where the bullet and the oil or separated — the bullet winding up in a container that is automatically sealed when it is full."

"The system is not just built around safety, but almost totally eliminates any lead particles from entering the surrounding air after the projectile hits the falls. And speaking of lead particles, the air filtration system directs outside air to the shooting stations. The air is then filtered through two water fall systems, plus mechanical filters, before it is released into the atmosphere, they claim, cleaner than when it went in. The filtration system is supposed to be that good. Again environmentally friendly.

"Of course, the walls and ceiling of the range are designed to make it impossible for a bullet to penetrate. Any wild round fired will be directed toward the waterfall. There is absolutely no way a projectile or fragment can come back toward a shooter, or endanger anyone in the house, for that matter."

Jeff poured coffee for both of them.

Henson pushed the plans aside, put sugar and cream in his coffee, nodding thanks to Jeff. After taking a sip, he pulled the plate with the piece of cake over. Looking at Jeff, he said, "This thing is going to be expensive. I may even have to take out a section of wall to get materials into the basement. Have you considered an outdoor range?"

Jeff took a bite of cake. Damn, Diana gets better all the time. Not only is she ten times better in bed, she even cooks better. Aloud he answered, "Well, I have considered an outdoor range, but I want to be able to shoot anytime, and that's not going to happen if the winter here is anything like I have been told it is. Hey, we had a couple of inches of snow two weeks ago, in the beginning of July. The snow was gone in a day, but we frequently have nights that are quite cool. My neighbors tell me that we're going to start getting real snow in a month or two.

"So, I do want the indoor handgun range — and yeah, I know it is going to cost me. But I also want an outdoor rifle range. There are several hundred yards of relatively flat area behind the house. It could be smoothed out and target equipment put in. I can give you some rough plans for that in a few days."

Henson pushed the empty plate aside and finished his coffee. Pulling the plans back in front of him, he said, "I'll start going over this as soon as I get back to the office, and work up an estimate for you. Appreciate the cake and coffee. Tell your wife that is fine cake."

As they stood, Henson put out his hand. When they shook, he continued, "Like I said, this is going to cost. It's a real headache getting steel in here. I can't bring an eighteen-wheeler up your drive. I have to offload everything and bring it in with smaller trucks. Mr. Wainwright had some connections that I don't have. He had a lot of the long steel beams flown in by helicopter when we first started building the convention center. This will be sheet steel, not nearly as long, but it will be heavy."

"Maybe after we agree on a price, you should concentrate on getting the materials up here first. If the materials won't come in the work entrance, they might come through the bay doors on the north end. If you have to widen the doors, then so be it. I would suggest getting the sheet steel in sections small enough to handle easily, then welding them together after you get them into the basement. You might have to install the ventilation system and get it going before you do anything else. That way the welding won't bother you, or us. Just work up a plan. But you decide and get back with me as soon as you can. I would like to see the range done before the snows get too bad."

As Henson started to roll the plans up, Jeff interrupted him. "Leave those for a minute, if you will. I want to show you another little project that I want you to do first."

"Another little project?" the contractor said, motioning to the plans on the table.

"Well, this is a little project compared to the range, I guess, and it's a bit more straightforward. I just want a couple of walls knocked out, and some other stuff. Come on, I want to show you the master suite. Well... one of them," Jeff grinned. "I still can't seem to get used to how big this place is. You might want to bring your pad with you to take some notes. I don't think we'll need an architect for this."

Jeff briefly wondered how big the contractor's company was. He had built the large retreat/conference center, yet he was apparently bossing a small crew that was building Jeff a lab in the basement. That seems odd; who knows? But I really like the guy — there's just something ... about him.

After showing the contractor what he wanted, he spent some time on the Internet checking out prices on four-wheel drive pickups, then printed out addresses and maps to expedite finding the dealerships when he went into the city tomorrow. Maybe I'll get Diana to go with me first thing in the morning to buy a truck and carry it over to the snowplow place. The salesman there said we should be able to pick the truck back up with everything mounted, in a couple of days. Better to get things set up now than to wait for the snows to get here and maybe have to wait a week or two to get the plow mounted when business picks up.

Having nothing better to do at the moment, he walked the half mile or so to where the first of the two big wind generator towers stood in the natural "V" that nature had formed in the slope of the mountain. Man, Wainwright doesn't do anything half-way. These monsters were obviously made for a power company. After standing and watching the blades spin for a while, he walked back toward the house where he stepped off three hundred yards that could be turned into a rifle range. He would have to take down a couple of trees, clean up some brush, and do a little leveling, but the range would have a natural backstop.

I won't have to worry about bothering anyone with the sound. The only people that could possibly hear anything will be the Sperman's, although they're at least a mile away. I doubt if they will mind, anyway, especially if I bring them up for a visit and let them shoot from time to time. Most people like to shoot a rifle if they get the chance, even if it's just a .22. I'll bet Steve will love my 7 mm magnum. Yeah, this will work, he grinned to himself as he started toward the house.

Turning and glancing back toward where the range would be, he thought, I guess I'm acting like that proverbial kid in a candy store. But hell, almost everything we ever bought had to be used, or a "great deal" that we had to wait for until we had the money, or had the charge cards paid down enough to buy something. I never dreamed that we would have enough money that I could have a rifle range, let alone, an indoor pistol range. Mentally shrugging, deep in thought, he started back.

After arriving, he found a book and went out on one of the decks, killing time. The hot tub beckoned, so he took off his clothes and sat in the water for awhile. After a little, the wind turned cooler and he reached over and touched the button that closed off the deck from the outside. The deck was constructed so that the house bordered on three sides, and the deck also had a glass roof. There was a glass wall that could close the deck and hot tub off from the outside. It's going to be neat out here sitting in a hot tub with six females, and snow on the ground right up to the wall. Who am I kidding? It's great sitting in a hot tub with that bunch of beautiful female flesh, no matter where the tub is.

After awhile he got tired of sitting in the tub — it just wasn't the same by himself. I can't seem to get my mind on this book. I keep wondering what Diana is up to with her secret trip. It sure was a lot more fun sitting here watching jiggling titties and feeling a tight pussy sliding up and down my cock.

Putting the book down and getting out of the tub, he dried off, put his clothes back on and went inside. Damn, I'm so horny I can't stand myself. And Diana just had to tell me not to jerk off. With the way things have been going for the last few days, I'm getting less pussy than I was when there was just Diana and Arlene around. Everybody is talking about this as if they are real marriages. I can't expect these girls to really be my wives. They're bound to find someone their age, and decide to have a family, or move away or something, but they're all making a big deal out of this. I'm afraid that I'm going to fall so deeply in love with them, that when they do leave that I'm going to have a hard time of it.