Chapter 159

MIDVILLE, WYOMING

At six, Bill and his two wives walked into the restaurant with Luther and Megan. The sign now read, "PLEASE WAIT TO BE SEATED." But there was no wait. The waitress took one look at them and said, "Mr. Tingle told me to expect you. Right this way, please."

As they passed through the main dining area, Bill noted that only about a quarter of the tables were taken, even though it was a Saturday night in a town where there was almost nothing to do other than eat at the only restaurant. Bill had to smile at the waitress' comments about Tingle, even though Bill realized that Ray Tingle had been here for a couple of weeks to supervise the team, and Frank had only arrived this morning. Bill doubted if the room the waitress led them to had been used much in recent years; the private room was probably a sign of better times, long past. After Tingle, Luther and Megan had been introduced, they all sat at a large table in a room originally intended for parties.

"Not many people in the main dining area," Bill commented. "Suppose it's a little early?"

Cambridge shook his head. "No. There actually seems to be a few more customers than usual, even for the weekend." Then with a grin, "Some of them probably came to get a look at our big-city visitors. There isn't much else to do around here."

They didn't discuss business with the preacher and his wife in their midst, but Frank's demeanor was indicative of a plan satisfactorily coming together. Tingle did, however, very subtly question Luther and Megan about the town's history. Tingle also got up to follow when Bill went to the bathroom, stopping him in the hall for a short conference.

Later, as Bill, Jill and Kathy were leaving the restaurant, they walked past two men sitting at a table, both dressed as ranchers or cowboys. One of the men who was wearing a red shirt and jeans, his hat on the table beside his plate, looked up and his eyes locked on Jill. He had just lifted his iced tea to take a sip, but obviously forgot all about his drink. Bill had to choke back a laugh as the man steadily poured a thin stream of iced tea into his lap, without noticing what was happening.

Jill, accustomed to the reactions of men the first time — or the hundredth time — they saw her, seemed to pay no attention. Kathy was very pretty in jeans and a casual top, and beautiful when in an evening dress, but Jill was startlingly gorgeous in anything, or nothing, for that matter. Jill had grown up with what she, at times, considered a curse. Males from the age of puberty on, and some women, did dumb things around her.

As they walked out the door, Bill gave up and burst into laughter. "Oh, shit. I wonder how long it will be before he notices his wet crotch? Good thing he wasn't drinking hot coffee."

"I hate it when men do things like that. It's as if they've never seen a woman before," Jill grumbled. "It's embarrassing."

Kathy had choked back giggles until they were out of the restaurant, but when Bill laughed, she did too. "He was staring at you and pouring tea all over himself while the other guy just watched him with his mouth hanging open. He didn't have a clue what was happening."

"It's not that funny," Jill complained as Bill opened the doors for his women. "The idiot poured tea in his lap while looking at my boobs. Can you imagine how embarrassing that would be for his wife, if she had been with him — or his girlfriend?"

Kathy paused as she started to get in. "I'll bet he'll pull over to the side of the road and jerk off thinking about you. If he's married, you can bet his wife is in for a good time tonight."

"Well, I think that men who act like that are ridiculous," Jill fumed.

Bill knew that Kathy was coming dangerously close to getting her feelings hurt. With the women safely inside the vehicle, he walked around to his door and got in. "Yeah, and that cowboy probably isn't going to be the only one. I'll bet Tingle will be jerking off when he gets back to the motel, unless he brought a girlfriend with him." Turning to speak directly to Kathy, "I strongly suspect it was the combination of the two of you, not just Jill. I know I almost tripped over my tongue the first time I met you, Kathy."

"Me?" Kathy said. "But you never did anything — not so much as even a glance at my breasts — and you stared me in the eyes while you talked to me."

"I was married, and loyal to my vows to Jill."

Jill turned to Kathy. "There is one wonderful thing that has happened to me — to Bill and me — because of Ingles. If I hadn't left Bill to go with that asshole, Ingles, you two would never have gotten together. For that reason alone, I would go through everything again, if necessary, to have you as my sister-wife. I love you, Kathy, and you're every bit as pretty as I am. And don't you ever let some idiot cowboy influence you otherwise."

Jill leaned over to hug Kathy and brush her lips against the other woman's for a second. Jill continued with, "My looks almost got me sent as a sex slave to who knows where, not to even mention what that bastard did to me at his house. I hate that men stare at me, and I don't want to think about that now. I just want to go to our motel and make love."

"That can be arranged," Bill said as he backed out of the parking space and left the lot. "Tingle gave me our room key. Can you believe it? It's an actual key; not a keycard. I hope this place isn't a dump, but the outside looked good when we drove by."

Jill sat in the second seat watching her sister-wife and worrying. What do I have that other women don't? she wondered for the thousandth time. My boobs and ass aren't any better than Kathy's, nor my face, but there is always someone leering at me like that guy in the restaurant. I know that had to have hurt Kathy's feelings. Bill did a good job of trying to smooth it over, but darn it, I can't understand why it happens. I actually think she's prettier than I am, yet there's always some asshole making a spectacle of himself while he stares at me. Kathy laughs with me at their foolishness, but I could see the hurt in her eyes when we got into the SUV. I've got to make her see that she is every bit as beautiful as I am, if not more so. Hmmmm. I wonder...

A few blocks later on the main street, they pulled into the lot of an old-style motel, built in a "U" shape with outside corridors. Although the style was timeworn, the outside, at least, seemed to be well maintained, the paint was fairly new and the sidewalks, room windows and landings were clean.

"Two forty seven," Bill said, looking at the key he had taken from his pocket.

"Second floor, left side, all the way at the end," Kathy almost instantly replied.

"Sharp eyes there, Pilot," from Bill as he drove across the lot and parked near the stairway.

Kathy had felt a little bump from a slight adrenal surge when he called her, 'Pilot.' I've been a pilot long enough to get over the thrill, haven't I? she thought. Then again, not only am I a pilot, but I sit next to the sexiest guy in the world. And I'm sister-wife to someone who is so beautiful that cowboy poured tea on himself and didn't even notice. How did I ever get so lucky? But I wish I were a little prettier for Bill.

"Looks like most of the vehicles in the lot belong to our people," Bill noted. "Of course, this town isn't exactly a tourist attraction anymore, or a stopover for many weary travelers. With the town a mile from the Interstate, I suspect most people drive past and don't even know it's here."

Bill popped the hatch and they each grabbed a bag. The women stood beside the vehicle and conversed in whispers for a moment, but then quickly caught up with their husband as he stopped to wait for them at the foot of the stairs. When he opened the room door and they had stepped inside, Kathy, sounding relieved, said, "Bigger than I expected, and the carpet is nice."

The alcove they had stepped into had a large bathroom on the right with a shower stall separate to the tub, also a vanity area. There was a small refrigerator and a microwave, both far from new, but were clean, and as they discovered later, in good working order. The TV wasn't large, but at least it was a flat screen, and according to the channel guide, had a satellite connection. There were two comfortable chairs, a couch, a writing table and bedside tables for the king-sized bed. The furniture wasn't top-of-the-line, but it was far better than the cheap stuff often found in motels. A big window faced the rear toward a gravel lot and the unpaved back street beyond.

Both women did that contortion thing and pulled their bras out of their tops. "Oh, that feels good," they said in unison, then looked at each other and laughed.

"The room is clean and smells nice. Not the Hyatt Regency," Kathy said, "but it's a whole lot better than I expected."

Bill admired her breasts, her nipples erect and poking against her top. "Tingle told me the place is owned and operated by a man and wife. They live in a suite attached to the check-in office and are open 24/7. She does the room bookings, check-ins, etc., and he does maintenance. He's done a good job with that, according to Tingle, at least to the rooms our group has used. The couple also has a young woman who cleans for them.

"With this being the only motel open in town, they're going to make some money while our group is here, and a whole lot more in the near future. They might even have to reopen the section on the other side if Frank decides to go with the ideas the team is presenting to him at their meeting tonight. Tingle says the room rates were already cheap, and the owners even gave our team a discount on top of that because of all the rooms we're using."

"Where are they going to have their meeting?" Jill wondered aloud.

"Remember the building we thought was a realty company? Tingle's crew managed to find the owner, rented the building and cleaned it up. It had only been vacant a year. It's Tingle's headquarters for the time being."

Jill pulled down the nice spread and the top sheet, then leaned over to smell. "Smells nice. I was afraid the bed would be musty." Turning back to Bill, she walked over and put her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts against his chest. "Why don't you get your shower first?" she suggested. "That's a nice-sized shower, but it's not big enough for all three of us to be in there comfortably."

"Hmmm," he responded. "I think it is big enough, but if we are all in there together, things will happen and it will take a lot longer to get you two into bed. I'll hurry."

When Jill dropped her arms from his neck, Kathy slid into place. "We have a surprise tonight. I ... uh, we hope you'll like it," she said mysteriously as both women began to blush.

Bill kissed her, wondering, then got out his shaving gear and toothbrush from his case. Shortly, he was in the shower.

Jill stepped over and lightly brushed her lips across Kathy's. "You are still game, right?"

Kathy smiled at her sister-wife, "Yeah. I guess I'm a little scared, but I'm all for it. With an Alpha's hearing, Bill probably heard some of what we were whispering. He's a man, and he'll expect something sexual." She suddenly looked worried. "What if he's not pleased, though — or worse?"

While they had been talking, the women had opened their cases and were getting out what they needed, putting some of their things in the vanity area.

Jill stopped to look at her sister-wife. "I haven't seen anything to indicate that he'll be turned off, but if he is, we'll just apologize and attack him. One of us can suck his cock while the other tries to strangle him with her boobs. When he gets his rocks off, we'll apologize again and try to fuck him to death. Standard procedure, hmmm?"

Kathy managed a soft giggle. "I hope you're right. But whatever the outcome, I ... think I'm going to enjoy it."

"Me, too," Jill said, both women blushing again. They hugged briefly. In the vanity area a moment later, they quietly whispered, "What about our heels and other stuff? If we leave them in here, he'll notice, and if we leave them in the bedroom, he'll see when we pick them up to bring them in here to put on. We don't want him to see us until we're ready."

"Here. In the back of the linen closet," Kathy quietly said, pulling the stack of towels forward a few inches as they heard Bill beginning to sing off-key in the shower.

Heels, garter belts, makeup, perfume and hose hidden, the two giggled and went back to the bedroom to wait for their husband.

The shower stopped, and a moment later, the women met a nude Bill in the vanity area as he began to shave. Giggling, they both smacked his ass as they walked by for their shower.

"Suuurrre you don't want to squeeze in here with us?" Kathy asked teasingly, drawing out the word.

Bill stood in front of the mirror, razor poised for a stroke across his lathered face as he looked at them in the mirror. "It's tempting, but that big bed will be a lot easier on all of us, and if I don't get my face smooth, you two will look like you've been in bed with a big chunk of sandpaper."

Giggling again, they went into the shower. As he shaved, he could hear snatches of conversation from time to time, and a lot of cut-off giggling. What in the heck are they planning? Both of them have seemed a little uptight since we got to the room. I first thought it was just the trip — now all the giggling. I'm really beginning to wonder.

He finished shaving, dried his face, rubbed a towel vigorously through his hair, then ran the dryer a couple of minutes so his hair would not dampen the pillow. Nude, he walked back into the bedroom, shaking his head so his hair would fall back into place. As he sat on the bed and picked up the TV remote, the door to the vanity area shut. From time to time, with his acute hearing, he heard snatches of quiet laughter and more of the cut-off giggling.