Chapter 233

Characters that appear in this chapter.

Matt – Alpha. New Denver SAC for the FBI.

Courtney – Matt's wife who thinks the Matthews may be aliens.

Jeff – The Prime.

Diana – Jeff's wife and Clan Queen.

Arlene – Queen, wife. Diana and Jeff's daughter.

Helen – Genius wife and teacher.

Kayla – Jeff's wife who first worked for the FBI, but then went to work for the General, and now she is Jeff's last line of defense.

Selina – Six-year-old genius.

Art – Alpha. Young FBI agent from Georgia.

Lieutenant Mayfield – Lieutenant in charge of Security.

Sergeant Higgins – Security Sergeant.

Billy – Kitten that can teleport.

Spike and Sugar – Chihuahua puppies.

Matthews Mountain

Matt and Courtney, heading home, waved to the Security trooper at the bottom of the drive, then turned onto the first of the county roads.

After several minutes of silence, Matt glanced over at his wife who was staring out the passenger side window. "Penny for your thoughts."

With a grin, Courtney turned to her husband. "I was just thinking..."

"Yeah, I had that much figured out," he teased.

Courtney reached over to lightly pinch her husband's arm. "Turkey," she called him, but there was love in her voice. Then, "Baby, you know I wasn't pleased about coming up here. Heck, that quiet helicopter setting down in the dark near our house really scared me, and that just started things off. The Matthews are some very unusual people. And I'm still not sure that the word 'alien' doesn't fit better than anything else." That elicited a chuckle out of the both of them, but Courtney went on. "I can't think of many things we've done on a long weekend that would compare favorably with this one, though."

A grinning Matt began, "I can..."

Courtney couldn't help but blush. "Okay, a weekend other than our honeymoon," she amended with a giggle. "And come to think of it, it would have been nice to have had Little One with us then. The next morning after our wedding night, I was reminded of what we had done with every step I took. And if you remember, I was too sore to give you any pussy the next night."

"But I surely did get plenty during the rest of the week," he added with a smirk.

"And ... your dick is hard again just talking about our honeymoon," she said as she reached over to briefly squeeze the bulge in his pants. "Are the instant erections caused by being at the Retreat around all the sexy women, or is it the enhancement thing?"

"Uh ... I happen to be sitting beside a very beautiful woman. And darnit, Baby, you know you turn me on."

"Uhmmm. But I'm the same woman you sleep with every night. And in case you haven't noticed, we've spent a large portion of the last three nights making love – or fucking, if you will," she finished with a giggle. "If this keeps up, you're going to be a zombie at work with so little sleep, and ... Diana says the sexual drive will continue. She says an enhanced Alpha needs a lot of sex, and is certainly capable of having it. Let's face it, Matt. We fucked like rabbits the whole weekend." When he started to say something, she motioned for him to wait a second, then continued, "I'm certainly not complaining. I'm staying just as horny as you, and I've had the best orgasms of my life. Now, I even orgasm when you suck on my titties. But you have to work five days a week."

"Uh, Babe, where are you heading with this?"

There was quiet for a few seconds, then, "I ... I don't really know. I just know that we've made love this weekend even more than we did on our honeymoon, and ... well, you don't seem to show any ... Hon, I'm not sure I can ... keep up with you. But when you touch me, I can't tell you no. Just your touch sends me into heat, I guess you could say."

"Oh, bullshit," Matt broke in with a laugh. "You've just said that I have to get up and go to work mornings, implying that I can't keep making love to you all night and do justice to my job. Now you're saying that you can't keep up with me. Which is it?"

"Uh, both, I guess."

Matt waited to answer as he slowed for a steep curve on the narrow road down the mountain. Then, "Are you saying you're tired?"

Courtney took time to think for a second. "Nooo. I don't think so. As a matter of fact, I feel great, and have ever since Little One did whatever she did to us, but ... I don't know. Maybe I'm just confused. I had a long talk with Diana and I asked her some rather pointed questions."

"Oh..." Matt encouraged. "And what might those pointed questions have been?"

Courtney looked hard at her husband and blurted, "Multiple wives. I was positive there had to be a lot of jealousy. I just, point blank, asked her how she handled it."

"Court, that wasn't very nice," Matt admonished.

"Yeah, I guess."

"Court, not just 'guess, ' you know that was rude for a guest to ask such a thing. The Matthews have been super to us. Hell, we're even driving one of their vehicles home."

"Well, I don't think I made her mad at me. She seemed more amused than anything else, and the answer ... well, it astonished me."

Matt glanced at his wife, and when she didn't immediately continue. "Court?"

"It wasn't the answer I expected. First off, Diana giggled. It was as if the whole idea was ... preposterous to her. After a couple of seconds, she took pity on me and tried to explain. She started out by saying her husband was an Alpha, as if that totally explained it. More than that, she called him an Alpha of Alphas – a Prime. And yeah, I know they tried to explain to both of us what Alphas are and what a Prime is, but she went into more detail this time.

"Then she asked me if I wanted to be a Queen. I knew that several of the women mentioned the word as they referred to Diana, but I wasn't sure what a Queen was, or is. I'm still not positive I believe her, but she tried to explain the concept. She said that most of the Alphas had a Queen, or probably will have one of these days. Anyway, she tried to describe how a Queen came about, but I'm not sure I fully believe that either..."

Matt broke in with, "You didn't believe several things they told us, but we went to the Moon, anyway."

"Okay. Okay. I must have a few relatives from Missouri. Sometimes I'm a little slow to believe," she said with a chuckle. "Anyway, Di said that one sign of a Queen is that she has milk in her breasts – without first having a baby. The Queens have it all the time. And this is the biggie as far as I'm concerned: she said that generally a wife becomes a Queen through the process of caring for her husband."

"'Caring for her husband?'" Matt repeated as he pulled up to a stop sign, then turned onto the larger county road.

"Yeah, but more than just cooking and cleaning his house, uh ... more than that."

"Come on, Court. Don't leave me hanging. This is becoming interesting."

Courtney took a breath and blurted, "A Queen finds suitable wives for her Alpha. When she achieves that mindset, the Queen ... uh, process is initiated. There is much more to it than that, but that's what generally kicks off the process."

"Uh," he started, but was afraid to say anything, lest he stir up trouble. Finally, "Baby, before this goes any further, you're more than enough for me. I know that the Alphas we saw had more than one, uh..."

" ... wife," Courtney supplied for him. Then smiling at her husband, she dropped the non sequitur, "Do you like breast milk?"

"What?" he almost gasped out with a quick glance at his wife.

"Simple question. Do you like breast milk?"

Matt was becoming a bit worried. "How should I know? I've certainly never tasted any. Well, I think I do remember my mother saying she did breast-feed me until I was six months old, but I surely don't remember how it tasted."

They drove on for a few minutes, each with his or her own thoughts.

"Diana says there are three Queens in Jeff's..."

"Harem," Matt supplied with a grin.

"She said family, but I suppose harem would fit just as well. Anyway, all three of them have milk that either Jeff drinks, uh, nurses, or they have to express it."

"And all this conversation is going ... where?"

Courtney took a breath, then in a rush, "I want to be a Queen – your number one wife."

Matt flinched, jerked the steering wheel, corrected, then looked over at his wife. "Baby, you have got to be kidding me. I have one wife, and I love her with all my heart. You are my number one wife – my only wife. The wife I'm totally pleased with. I surely don't need another. And ... we've just been talking about how much we made love this weekend. I surely wouldn't want to, uh, leave you hanging while I, uh, had sex with another woman..."

Courtney let out a soft sigh. Then almost to herself, "I can't believe I'm going to say this." Turning in her seat to fully stare at her husband, she said, "Find a place and pull over. I want your full attention before this conversation goes any further."

"Court, we don't need to continue this conversation. I'm not now, or ever have been, unsatisfied with you. Why in the world would I want another wife?"

"Find a place and stop."

"Look, Baby, if I pull over I'll risk getting stuck in the snow where the plows have pushed it out of the traffic lane. We can continue this conversation when we get home."

"Find a place, Matt – please."

"Okay, okay." After thinking for a second, "When we went into Winter Park yesterday, I remember passing a restaurant just before we got to the main highway. It should be only a mile or so ahead. We can pull in there for a few minutes."

Courtney didn't say anything, but nodded her agreement.

A little later, he turned into the parking lot at Martha's Restaurant and began looking for a parking place. "Jeff said they knew the owner here and suggested we stop in sometime for an excellent meal. Judging from the number of vehicles in this parking lot, the food must be really good. Want to?"

But Courtney was shaking her head. " Not this time. I just want to continue our conversation. There," she said, pointing. "There's a parking place all the way at the end of this row."

Matt parked, left the engine idling, slipped off his seat belt and turned in his seat to face his wife. "Okay. You have my full attention."

"Did Jeff teach you how to please more than one woman at a time?"

"I told you he did, or tried to. He described the, uh, process to me, then put his hand on me as he went over ... what I should feel – mentally."

"Do you think it will work?" she asked.

Matt shrugged. "How should I know? There would have to be at least two women before ... Court, I'm not interested in this. I don't need another woman, and I certainly don't need this ... this, uh, process without a second woman."

"Diana said it worked by either touching Jeff or the woman he was making love to. She said that the only difference was that the other woman or women didn't have sperm in them afterward, but their pussies would be swollen and feel stretched just like the one he was actually making love to, and the other woman or women would have every orgasm that the one that was actually making love did. So, Husband, if we do this, I won't be left out, nor will your second wife."