Chapter 147

FRIDAY MORNING, OCTOBER 31 — HALLOWEEN

Jeff and Kayla had finished their run, returned and showered. Jeff chatted with Dave, Bill and Frank while Kayla went to help prepare breakfast. A few minutes later, Art came in, got his coffee and sat with the men.

Expecting to be kidded again, he was almost disappointed when no one did. "You guys always have a big Halloween party?"

Jeff shook his head, turning to the new Alpha. "Arlene, Diana and I moved here in June. Everyone else came later — well as part of our group, anyway. Dave and Evie built the Retreat, so they were here while the building was going up, and of course, Frank and Margaret, since they owned the building, came here from time to time for a weekend or for a company function. I told you about Frank and Margaret having included the Retreat as part of the payment for my invention. The Alphas and I have gained our women in the last few months, so we haven't had a Halloween as a group before, if that's what you mean. I don't know about everyone else, but Halloween for Diana, Arlene and me has always been giving out candy to the kids when they knock on the door, and taking Arlene around in an outfit, or going with her when she entered her costume in the school's Halloween contest."

"But they were all in there cooking yesterday. I've never heard of baking for Halloween, at least not where I come from. Sandra and Bobby say there will be a lot more cooking going on today."

Dave leaned back and crossed his legs, his face breaking into a grin. "There's something you gotta remember. These women have been enhanced, just as you have been. In case you haven't noticed," he joked, "they're full of energy. Buying candy or cakes, or whatever they were baking yesterday, would have been too simple. And ... they love to cook. Oh, they have bought some packaged Halloween candy and treats to give to the kids at the trunk or treat, but I suspect we're all in for a treat tonight for our own party. Pun intended," he finished, grinning.

Bill broke in with, "And we love to eat."

Art chuckled, amazed at how relaxed he was around these men. Somehow, they almost did feel like brothers. It was hard to realize he had only known them for a couple of days. "But what are you guys going to wear to the party tonight?"

Jeff shrugged. "My women haven't told me, yet."

Frank, Dave and Bill chuckled, but Art looked worried. "I hope Sandra and Bobby are teasing me, but I'm beginning to really wonder. They keep talking about an 'adult' party. It's not that I'm easily embarrassed, but..."

"I don't think they'll go overboard with the costumes," Jeff said, although his voice didn't convey the assurance that Art had hoped for. Jeff frowned, beginning to worry, himself. "I doubt that our costumes will be that bad. The adult party won't start here until after Selina's bedtime, but she's told us that she used to sneak around and spy on the servants at her home, some of the neighbors, and of course, her parents as well. I could demand that she never do that here, but is it right to restrict a genius in such a trivial thing? Besides, other than sex, we have nothing to hide from her. She's a full member of our family.

"I asked her to go into my lab and the range only when I am present, and we did get her to promise to not enter our bedrooms without knocking first. Also, if she walks in on us making out in another part of the house, she is to immediately leave that area. It's not as if she hasn't seen sex before. She freely admits to having secretly watched porn at her parents' house, and has watched her parents having sex, but she has promised that she won't watch porn here, or spy on us when we're making love. The bottom line, so to speak, is I'm hoping the women won't do anything at the party that Selina shouldn't see, in case she might be sneaking around. That should leave us with most of our dignity," he finished with a sick grin, now more worried than he had been before. Damn, I really don't want to dress up in some ridiculous costume, he thought.

Art, not convinced at all, said, "Sandra and Bobby were talking about ordering painted on costumes. Admittedly, that female cat costume was something else, but they talked about me wearing a painted-on outfit, too — a tomcat outfit. Those outfits each have a modesty guard that has to be glued on. They're, uh..." he realized that he was going to say more than he should about his women, and hesitated.

"They won't have the problem with glue that you will," Frank offered.

"I am not shaving my groin," Art responded with a sick grin.

"Maybe they'll help you shave," Bill chuckled.

Dave mimicked holding something up with the thumb and index finger of his left hand while making shaving motions with his right. "Oops," he said with a jerk of the imaginary razor.

Art got a vivid image of one of his women holding his dick up as she shaved around the base of it. Before he could respond, Frank spoke up, "No one is going to get that close to my dick with a razor."

Diana walked into the room a moment later as the men were sniggering. "What are you guys up to?"

Jeff put on an innocent face. "Nothing, Dear."

His Queen put her hands on her hips to glare at him, but broke out in a grin as the men chuckled. "Well, breakfast is ready to go as soon as Joyce gets here."

As if on cue, the computer announced that Joyce had just turned into the driveway.

Joyce, in her uniform, came into the kitchen, her mood apparently almost bubbling. Diana and Jeff were standing near the door talking. "Hey, Husband," Joyce said as she came up to him, grabbed him behind the neck and kissed him hard.

Turning to Diana, she said, "Hey, Wife," and kissed her the same way.

"Wow," Diana said when Joyce broke the kiss. "You must have had a better night."

"Yep. The fairies must have run out of dumb dust. I only had three domestics, none of which required an arrest, one minor wreck, and a couple of prowler calls. I wound up with more time spent patrolling last night than I have in a while. And ... best of all, I have tonight off." While talking, she "popped" her belt keepers, unhooked her gunbelt and put it and the keepers on the kitchen counter. "Oh, it feels so good to get rid of that weight," she sighed. Turning back to her husband, she grabbed his hand and dragged him toward the steam table. "I'm hungry."

As they were filling their plates, Joyce continued, "The two experienced police officers who transferred from Denver are up to date on our procedures and are no longer with a training officer. They seem to be doing fine. The two deputies who graduated from the academy have to be with their training officers for another couple of weeks, then they will be ready to go on patrol alone. We've hired four other experienced officers now that our pay increase has made our department more competitive salary-wise, and two of them are already on patrol, with the other two having almost completed their orientation. The Lieutenant says that in the near future we're going to have two regular off days a week, and no more double shifts. I'll feel like I'm on vacation."

Spinning around to point a slender finger at her husband, "And don't you start about my quitting. I'm not ready to do that, yet. Besides, I love donating my salary to that orphanage in Denver."

"What?" Nat, Nicki and Whitney said as one.

"You're donating your whole salary?" Whitney asked.

The blush lit up Joyce's face like a Christmas tree. "Me and my big mouth. Heck, I thought you knew. It's not as if it's costing me anything. Our husband pays for everything, anyway, and Caitlin and I started donating our salaries as soon as we married this hunk here, actually well before you guys became part of us," she finished, pulling Caitlin close and hugging her.

"Still," Nat said, "we think that's great."

"Can we go and visit, sometime, you think?" Nicki asked.

Joyce looked at her husband for a second, and at Jeff's slight nod, "I don't see why not. How would you like to take presents to all the kids at the orphanage?"

The three young wives stood stunned. Shortly their eyes riveted on Jeff. "Can we? Really?" Whitney asked.

"What better thing could we do?" Jeff said as he watched tears spill from the eyes of the three young women.

Joyce winked at her husband before turning back to Nat, Nicki and Whitney. "Caitlin and I will talk to the lady in charge and get a visit set up. You guys decide what you want the presents to be. Now let's eat," Joyce said as she heaped on some scrambled eggs. "I'm starving."

The three young wives stood quietly talking among themselves, obviously stressed about something, and Jeff thought he knew what it was. He put his plate down on the steam table and put his arms around all three of them. "Stop and think," he said, pulling them to him. "If just one of you were married to me, one on one, then that one would have no problem realizing that what was mine also belonged to her, hmmm. In other words, she would be a multimillionaire just as I am, right?"

The three nodded their heads, their eyes big.

"But I have fourteen wives, and one of those wives is my Queen. Now why should my wives feel any differently about finances than that one wife would? We are all rich. We are all part of a real marriage. We won't waste our money, or throw it away on ridiculous things, but with all Di and I have given away, our net worth is still increasing every day. Take your time in deciding, and run your decision by Diana, Joyce and Caitlin, but when you decide, you can deliver your gifts to the orphanage. We obviously can't give every kid there a million dollars, but that doesn't mean that we can't give them something that is very nice, indeed."

The three hugged and kissed their husband, but Jeff suddenly realized that they still considered themselves not quite on a par with his other wives. The effects of that damn orphanage are still with us. I need to talk with Diana about this.

Breakfast over and Caitlin off to work, Joyce, still in a good mood, her gunbelt over her shoulder, "dragged" Jeff off to make love before she took a nap. In the suite she used for her day sleeping, she hung the gunbelt on a clothes rod in the closet, then stripped off her vest and clothes. She usually showered before she made love, afraid she would have sweat on her body under the vest, but today she didn't start for the bathroom.

Jeff, nude, was waiting on the bed for her. As she slid under the sheet with him, she said, "I haven't showered, so don't make love to me with your mouth — just fuck me unconscious. I've set the alarm for three hours. I'll shower when I get up. Since I'm off tonight, I don't want to sleep all day and then not be able to sleep tonight. I want to enjoy my night off with all my sister-wives and you."

Joyce sat up and flipped the sheet off them. Leaning over, her mouth descended onto his already-hard cock. "Hhhmmmmm," she said as she tasted his precome.

Jeff didn't know whether she really liked the taste, or the taste just excited her, but the end result was the same — her enthusiasm soared. A minute or so later, she stretched out on her side to be more comfortable as she sucked him. He put a hand on her shapely ass, then slid it between her legs to touch her wet pussy. That started her rear to moving in small circles, accompanied by a muffled groan.

Smiling to himself, knowing she was going to fuss, he reached over, grabbed both her legs and lifted her, settling her pussy over his mouth.

She took her mouth off his cock for a moment to hiss out a, "Nooo. I'm not clean."

He didn't pay any attention, but went straight for her clit, licking it lightly and setting up a pattern of licking her lips, then sucking her clit. She protested for a moment, then abruptly came — and came hard. After she had several orgasms, he lifted her off his face and stood by the side of the bed as he pulled her into a kneeling position. She grabbed a pillow to bury her face in as he lined his cock up with her dripping pussy.

Pushing himself slowly in until he was seated inside her, he filled her completely. "Oh, Jeff. Oh, Jeff," she cried over and over, shivering in her excitement. After a few moments of his stroking her, she pulled her head back from the pillow and screamed her way through another intense orgasm, her pussy clamping down hard on his cock. After a minute or so, she collapsed her face back on the pillow, mumbling as he continued to stroke her.

I'm going to have to thank my Queen yet again for teaching all my wives to use their inner muscles. Walking around while squeezing on that little dildo all day has made their pussies feel so tight, it's like fucking virgins, only tighter. As Joyce's pussy began a rhythmic milking of his cock, he sped up, his strokes shaking her body, her breasts swaying and jiggling.

"Oh, Jeff, I'm gonnaaa..."

And he tripped her switch.

She bucked hard up against him, her body shivering, took a breath, and screamed herself unconscious.

Later, Joyce lay sleeping deeply with the sheet tucked to her chin and a washcloth between her legs as Jeff quietly left the suite.

The computer announced Fred's group, showing Carla's big pickup starting up the driveway. Jeff stood to look at the big screen. The truck was stacked high and wide. It looked as if there wasn't room for another bale of hay on it.