Chapter 171

HONEYMOON SUITE, 7:45 A.M.

After one more session with each wife, this time in the shower, Art went back to the bedroom while Sandra and Bobby dried their hair. He sat rubbing a towel briskly through his own mostly-dried hair while he thought. Damn, I'm tired. We can't have slept more than an hour or two last night, and even that time was spread out over several short naps. How does Jeff do it? He has fourteen wives. And I've overheard enough of his wives' comments to suspect he does them all every night – well, other than Joyce. I think they make love after breakfast, since she sleeps days. To top all that off, he gets up at four and runs twenty miles or more just about every day.

Art sat for a minute, his mind focused on needing to exercise. I've worked out a few times in the Matthews' gym, and I would love to run with Jeff and Kayla, but she says he holds back to her pace until she can't run any farther, then he goes back to his pace for the rest of the run while she rides with Security. Maybe I should ask him about adapting my shoes so they work on ice and snow. I haven't run since college, but I would rather run outside than on a treadmill.

Running on that mountain road will be a bitch, particularly the return uphill part of it, but if I don't do something to build my stamina, my wives will kill me. They warned me they were going to make up for all the sex they had missed out on, but damn, I didn't think they would try to catch up all in one night. He slid his cock out of the front of his shorts. The head is a dull red and swollen. Those last two times in the shower almost did me in.

He eased his bruised cock back into his shorts as he listened to his wives talking over the sound of their hair dryers. They're proud they'll be walking funny, and unfortunately, I will be too – walking funny, that is. Jeff and Dave are going to rag me unmercifully if I walk the least bit tentatively, but crap, my dick is sore. It's a weekday and almost eight o'clock. Maybe Dave will be gone somewhere. I guess everyone else ate at six. Oh, fuck. General Whitworth is going to be here the entire week. He's bound to be waiting on me. If one of my wives sits in my lap the wrong way, it's going to hurt like hell. I need to mention that to them. Jeff's teasing probably won't be as bad as Whitworth's, but between them, they won't have any mercy.

He slipped on a shirt and jeans, and was pulling on his shoes when Sandra and Bobby came back into the bedroom wearing bras and panties. They kissed him and were soon dressed in shorts and pullover tops that clung to their bodies. Slipping on shoes, they were ready to go.

Oh, shit. They look sexy. I don't want to get an erection. I don't want to get an erection, he said to himself over and over as he felt his dick swell against his clothing. Multiplication tables. That will do it. Twelve times twelve is one hundred and forty four. Twelve times thirteen. What the hell is that? I used to know it...

Sandra and Bobby looked a question at him. "Uh, ready to go, Baby?" Sandra asked for the two of them.

"You bet, Ladies."

"We're famished," Bobby commented.

As they stepped into the hallway, Sandra winced. "Maybe we should have forgone that last time."

Bobby smiled over at her, "Yeah, but it was fun."

"Well, you both saw what I look like. Just be careful if you decide to sit on my lap, please."

"Oh, poor Baby," Bobby laughed, "maybe we should kiss it and make it better."

"Don't even tease me about that. I'll get another erection, and when it rubs against my pants..."

"Oh, okay, Spoilsport. We'll behave." Sandra grabbed his hand, then her sister's. "Let's go face the music. You know they will kid us, but we'll be able to kid someone else tomorrow."

"Uh, maybe not. Aren't the General and his women scheduled for tonight? He told me they had been living together for years. They just want to have the Prime and his Queen marry them. Surely that wouldn't be the same as our having never been with each other before."

"Guess we'll have to wait and see," Sandra allowed.

Their walk down the hallways was at a moderate pace with arms around each other, all hoping that no one would notice they were taking small steps.

Art pushed the kitchen door open and held it for his new wives. Jeff, Dave, Bill, Frank Wainwright and the General were sitting at the kitchen table with coffee in front of them. Diana, Laura, Arlene and Ann were at work in the other end of the kitchen.

"Sit, you three. We'll have your breakfast in a moment."

"We'll help..." Sandra started.

"Sit," Diana reiterated. "You can help cook in the morning if you want."

Art was certain they were going to be kidded mercilessly, but other than offering warm greetings and congratulations to the three newlyweds, the men simply continued their conversation for the couple of minutes before Diana and the others began to put the food on the table.

Diana stood smiling at them. "We've already asked the blessing when we ate earlier, so eat. You're bound to be hungry."

They had raided the small refrigerator in the suite during the wee hours of the morning, but the smell of the hot food suddenly keyed Art's appetite. I'm ravenous. Not that I don't seem to be that way most of the time, anyway, he thought. His wives put some scrambled eggs on their plates, then handed him the platter. He put a generous helping on his plate, only to hear a quiet sniff from Diana, who reached past him. Taking his butter knife, she held the platter near his plate and pushed double the amount of eggs onto it.

Arlene placed a platter of steaks on the table just as Laura came with the biscuits, Ann following with a platter of home fries.

"I'm going to be as big as a house," Sandra said.

"You and me, both," her sister agreed.

"Won't happen," Diana laughed. "Eat. When you're finished, we'll have fresh-baked sweet rolls on the deck."

"Deck?" Sandra wondered aloud.

"Yep. It's enclosed and has a big Jacuzzi," Arlene said. "It's great to soak in the water and look out at the snow." Then leaning between the two new brides, she whispered, "Mom has some cream that will really make a difference. Between the cream and the Jacuzzi, things will be a lot more comfortable, shortly."

Sandra's and Bobby's faces flushed red for an instant, but they quickly whispered their thanks.

Art was still eating when his women finished, kissed him on the cheek and were whisked away by Jeff's wives.

At Art's inquisitive expression, Jeff said, "Soak in the hot tub and some girl talk. In a little while, your private night will be general knowledge among the women, although they'll never admit it."

There was a quiet, "Oh, shit," from Art.

Jeff grinned at the young agent. "If you dared to discuss with us what you did last night, your pussy would probably be cut off for no telling how long, and ours too. But the same rules don't apply to women. Welcome to married life."

"But they do have all the pussy," the General added.

"Yep," Jeff, Frank, Dave and Bill all chorused, then all laughed when they realized what they had done.

"You need a soak, too?" Jeff asked, almost keeping his face straight, then went on before Art could answer. "You could use the hot tub in your suite. Diana left a tube of her 'pussy cream' with me. It works on a man, too, and I've used it more than once. If things are too bad, Little One can take care of you or your women."

"You have fourteen wives. I don't see how you do it," Art quietly said.

Jeff refreshed everyone's coffee before he returned to his seat. "Art, we all started out with just one woman, then things gradually progressed. You started out with two – two women who had already been enhanced. Little One has a much more amplified power source now, and she does things differently. When she first started with Diana, Arlene and me, everything progressed very slowly, leaving much of the energy expenditure to our bodies. Over time, she was able to gradually increase her abilities as well as gaining the power source I just mentioned.

"Even though I have more women, I had time to adapt. I have no real idea what actually happened last night, and that's your private business, but I do know that your women were enhanced and obviously were looking forward to their wedding night. They teased you openly about that. You will always be able to take care of them, but being a little sore after a wedding night is certainly nothing to be ashamed of. We have all been there. Seriously, the cream really helps, and we're not trying to mess with you."

Jeff slid an unopened box containing the tube of the cream down the table. Art, his embarrassment almost gone, looked over at the other men. Suddenly, it all struck him as funny. His grin became a chuckle, then turned into a full belly laugh, the other men joining in. "They damn near killed me," he got out.

"Been there; done that," Dave said very earnestly, which seem to set them off again.

Jeff slapped Art on the back as they all stood. "Meet you in the living room."

Art stopped by a restroom and used the cream. Returning the tube to its box, he walked on into the living room. I'm married, he thought. I'm married to two beautiful women who love me. I'm married. It's hard to believe, but I'm married.

He pulled up a chair to sit near the other men, putting the tube of cream beside him to keep it out of sight. Somehow, it embarrassed him. He knew the kidding would start now, but was no longer uptight about it. To his amazement, they didn't tease him, just ate their sweet rolls and continued their conversation about Midville, paying him barely any attention at all.

After a bit, the conversation lagged for a moment until Wainwright turned to Dave. "How's business?"

"Oh," Dave said, sitting his coffee cup on a nearby table as he stood to cut himself another piece of the sweet roll, "about par for the beginning of winter." Glancing at Frank, he motioned to the roll, but Frank shook his head.

Seated again, Dave continued, "We have several inside jobs going, and on good days we get some other work done outside. We finally had some warm weather and got the foundations poured for Martha's restaurant. In a few days, we'll be in the dry there and can work inside. We also have a small strip mall we're renovating, as well as several other projects, plus several houses that Evie and I bought. We cut back on hours when we have to, but we try to keep everyone working. We also try to encourage vacations in the winter, but people with kids can't do that very well."

"I need someone to build a town."

Dave had just reached for his coffee cup, but froze for a second before completing the movement.

Wainwright continued with, "Well not exactly a town, but new store fronts, all the same western decor on the front of all the existing buildings, and a covered old-style wooden sidewalk throughout the town. Eventually, there will be buildings to demolish and new ones to be constructed. I want an elegant, period hotel built, and also a high-end bed and breakfast, all maintaining an old west decor. Many other things to build as well."

"Midville isn't exactly next door," Dave began. "Someone closer..."

" ... would probably require additional personnel to oversee them to keep me from being cheated. Why not have my brother's company do the job to start with? That way, I would know that everything would be completed to the highest standards and I wouldn't be ripped off."

"I would have to hire..."

" ... additional personnel. Surely some of the locals would fit in. If you have to train them, well that's one of the things we promised the mayor and town council we would do."

"Evie and I are partners. You saw that from the beginning when we came to you in Saint Louis. Hang on a minute and let me get her in here."

Dave picked up the phone and dialed. Turning his back to the men, he walked a short distance away as he spoke with his little Queen for a few moments. When Dave ended the call and returned to his seat, Art stood. "This looks like a business meeting, and I'm..."

"Sit," Dave and Frank said at the same time.

Frank Wainwright looked the young Alpha in the eye. "As Jeff says, Alpha business is Alpha business. That means that your place is right here. I don't have secrets from my brothers."

Evie walked in the door before Art could respond. "What have you gotten us into now, Husband?" she said as she plopped down in Dave's lap.

"I want him to build me a town," Wainwright offered with a grin.

"Would tomorrow do, or should we schedule a day next week to build it?" she instantly responded, deadpan.