Chapter 173

Arthur and Wilma Jackson stood in the hallway for a second as the faint but distinctive sounds of the bridal march reached their ears. "Oh, crap," Arthur said as he looked at his watch, "I didn't realize it was this late. Where did the afternoon go?"

"Maybe we can sneak out..." Wilma started before she remembered where they had left their vehicle. My husband seems like a new man. When we came up here, he certainly could not have walked back to our car, but he screwed me until I'm sore. Problem is the way I'm dressed...

"Our clothes would be okay to attend the wedding, I suppose," Arthur reasoned, "but I'm not interested in a wedding right now, even though they did invite us. We just need to get to our car and find a restaurant. I swear my stomach feels like it's gnawing on my backbone."

Wilma was shaking her head. "I'm hungry, too, but no way am I walking all the way down that driveway in these heels, and besides, we would freeze with just the light jackets we have with us. Mrs. Henson said they and the Matthews lived on a mountain, but somehow I didn't realize how high up we would be. It can't be much above ten degrees outside. It was almost forty in Denver when we left home, wasn't it?"

"Something like that, I guess."

Wilma took her husband's hand. "Come on. Let's go back into the suite while we decide what to do. We don't need to be out here in the hall with that wedding going on."

Inside, she stopped to carefully watch her husband as he walked over to sit on the couch. "You screwed my brains out a little while ago, and you're walking without any problems that I can see. Your heart isn't bothering you at all, is it?"

"Not a bit, Baby. I can't remember ever feeling this good. Oh, I guess I did when I was young, but that's been so long, I must have forgotten how good I could feel. I feel strong, and... hungry."

Both of their glances fell on the small refrigerator at the other end of the sitting room. "Do you suppose?" Arthur asked.

"Only one way to find out," Wilma said, putting action to words as she quickly walked over, her husband not two steps behind her. "Hey, there's a note on top," she added, picking it up.

Mr. and Mrs. Jackson;

We didn't want to wake you, but we will explain things later. There is a meal for each of you in the fridge. Three minutes in the microwave for each platter of food should be about right. We'll come and check on you as soon as the wedding is over. You're invited to the wedding, should you be up in time. We realize you don't know the people who are getting married, so if you choose to remain in your suite and relax, watch TV, or whatever, that will be fine, too.

See you when the wedding is over. You are invited to spend the night, and please understand, this is a heartfelt invitation. We would be very pleased to spend some time chatting with the two of you before bedtime, and we will have a breakfast bar you should love, so stay if you possibly can.

Diana

Arthur had the refrigerator open in a flash and one of the covered platters out. "Wow, look at that steak," he gushed as he raised the cover.

" ... and all the trimmings," Wilma added. "I can't believe they did this for us."

But if Arthur was paying any attention to her, he said nothing. Having already put his platter into the microwave, he punched up three minutes and hit Start.

Wilma was leaning over, continuing to look into the refrigerator. "What do you want to drink? There's an assortment in here."

"Something wet," Arthur said, never taking his eyes off the timer.

Wilma stood as a giggle burst from her. Other than earlier today, she couldn't remember the last time she had giggled. Fully realizing that her husband must, indeed, have been healed, she mentally gave thanks to God for whatever had happened to them. She knew that Jeff Mathews had done something, but she thanked God for allowing them to come up here so Jeff could heal Arthur and for the invention that had done the healing.

Arthur noticed her standing with her eyes closed while holding two soft drinks, and reached over to hug her. "Baby, if you're worrying about this not lasting, I think you're wrong. Whatever he did, or somebody did, the way I feel, well, I just know it's going to last. My body feels strong. Strong like I felt when I was in my twenties. Even that might be less than the reality. Like I said before, I can't ever remember feeling like this."

The microwave's timer dinged. He opened the door as Wilma handed him a couple of paper towels. He took them and lifted the platter out as she put the other one in.

"I'm just as hungry as you are," she told him.

"Good. Let's put this on the coffee table, and we can share the food while the other plate of food is warming."

Twenty minutes later, Arthur put his fork down, leaned back on the couch and laced his hands across his stomach. There wasn't a scrap of food left on either plate. Putting his hand on his wife's leg, he grinned and said, "Oh, man was that good."

"Superb," she said as she picked up the plates and eating utensils. Taking them into the bathroom, she rinsed them, then dried them with a towel. Back in the sitting room, she put everything on the coffee table and threw the empty drink bottles into the trash. Smiling at her husband, she sat on his lap as he chuckled just because he felt good. After a moment, she wiggled her ass a little. "Hmmm. What do I feel?"

"Suppose we could pass the time away..."

Wilma kissed him hard, then pulling back, "I would love to, but there's no way we're going to let them catch us in bed like a couple of teenagers. And besides, I'm a bit sore. We had better wait for bedtime."

"So, we're going to spend the night?"

"This is a beautiful building, hotel, or whatever. Why not? And besides, I have my husband back. We can pretend it's a one day honeymoon."

"Sounds good to me. But if we can't make love, can we just sit here and make out then?"

Wilma giggled at his remark, wondering as she heard herself make the sound again that she hadn't made in years. "No. That make-out session would last until you sucked on my nipples, then we would be making love when the Matthews walked in here." She found the TV remote and turned the set on.

"Spoil sport."

"Horny spoil sport," she laughed. "I'm just as horny as you are." She slid off his lap to sit beside him. Handing the remote to him, "Now find us something for you to watch while I sit and watch you."

Chuckling, Arthur began surfing the channels looking for something that would interest both of them.

This is no big deal. This is no big deal, General Henry Whitworth kept telling himself as he stood by Jeff and Diana, watching Ellen and Barbara as they came down the staircase. I've been married to Ellen for all these years, and Barbara joined us in our bed five years ago, thanks to Ellen's urging.

Despite his protestations to himself, he felt his knees grow weak as the two women reached the bottom of the steps, hesitated, then began their slow walk toward the front. They look so young. Little One has given all of us our youth back. Oh, I still look old enough to be a general, I guess, but I don't want to look any younger. Hell, I feel like I'm twenty, though. Barbara and Ellen look much younger than I do. Despite having seen the women nude countless times, his eyes followed the contours of their wedding dresses, imagining what lay beneath. They have always been pretty, but with Little One, they've become even more beautiful.

As the women neared, he felt his cock begin to swell. Oh shit. I can't be getting a hard on now. It's that damn shake Diana made me drink. Since Little One enhanced me, I surely haven't had any problems servicing my women. I didn't fucking need that shake. Go down, dammit, he told his cock. Now, I remember Jeff's griping about his women giving him one of those shakes before he married a wife. I thought it was funny then, but I damn sure don't now. Go down.

As the women took the step to the short stage, their unfettered breasts shifted slightly under their dresses. It was all he could do to keep his dick from going to full erection. Sweat began to trickle down the center of his back.

Whitworth continued to fight back nerves that he couldn't understand. Why am I nervous? I'll sleep with Ellen and Barbara tonight just like I always do. He had thought the wedding unnecessary. He was legally married to Ellen, but that couldn't happen with Barbara, not legally, anyway, but since his women wanted this to happen, he had gone along with it, even pretended enthusiasm.

A few minutes later, when Jeff and Diana put their hands on his shoulders and declared the three husband and wives, Whitworth had an awakening. There were no words to describe the bond that he felt form. Oh, he had loved both the women, would have gladly given his life to save theirs, but this was different. Jeff had told him that a deeper bond would form, but saying that was a bit like saying there are a few stars in the sky.

As they felt the bond, the three of them took an audible breath at the same time. I almost told my women there was no use in this, he thought. No wonder Jeff and Diana hesitate to describe this ... bond. No one would believe them. And to think that I used to fuck with this man because he wanted out of my organization. I knew when he leaned over my desk that day that something had changed about him. That something has continued to grow. I wish I could hear what Little One says about a Prime. I would just about bet that Jeff has not told us everything. Shit, I'm supposed to be his boss, but deep down, I know I will do anything he asks. But he hasn't pushed it. If he does, I won't ever be able to say no, no matter what he wants.

Still mentally reeling from the intensity of the bonds forming, the General and his wives turned to be introduced to the audience. Jeff's team was present, plus all the off-duty security officers. On-duty Security were watching on their helmet vids and on screens at the old ski lodge. The General had been talked into letting the personnel on the base also watch the wedding, after Jeff had assured him that everyone knew that Barbara was every bit as much a wife as Ellen. So Sergeant Higgens transmitted the proceedings to them from the back of the room.

I was certain I had been circumspect, Whitworth had thought. Well, I know there are several men on the base with more than one woman living with them. I've never tried to dictate morals as long as it didn't interfere with duty. Now I'm doubly glad I didn't.

Arthur Jackson got hastily to his feet to answer a knock on the suite's door. Jeff and Diana Matthews stood there, along with Dave and Evie. As Arthur ushered them in, Jeff pushed a serving cart in before him.

Thinking they were bringing more food, Arthur hastened to say, "That steak was wonderful..."

"That's good," Jeff said. "We were hoping you would like the meal. We expected you to be very hungry, but this isn't about food. Let's all have a seat, if you don't mind. We have a lot to talk about."

Somewhat puzzled, the Jacksons glanced at each other and sat on the couch. Jeff and Diana slid seats over, but Dave and Evie sat a little farther away.

Jeff hesitated, leaning forward in his seat, wondering how to proceed. "Uh, I guess you two have noticed the changes in your bodies – the changes in your apparent health?"

Arthur just nodded, but Wilma blurted, "I saw something. I saw a hand come past the bedroom door, and it had something in it. Then everything turned blue, and I had weird dreams involving a blue light."

"You're an inventor," Arthur said. "Is that what happened? You invented something that cured my heart; helped our bodies somehow?"

"Yes, I am an inventor," Jeff said, realizing that he could just let them continue thinking along those lines for now, "but ... I have a problem. A very big problem. When I realized how bad your health was, my conscience would not let me alone. I had to help you, but ... what has happened to you must never get out to the public. If it did..."

"There would be thousands of people here by morning, all demanding to be healed," Arthur interrupted to say. "How long before you're in production? Since it isn't headline news, I assume that what Wilma saw is a prototype?"