Chapter 250

Idaho Springs, a little earlier in the day

After Bridget had told an abbreviated version of her story, she and Courtney continued sitting side by side on the couch, while Matt relaxed on the recliner. They had picked a TV show to watch, but it turned out to be boring, and tended to become more so as time went by. The two women had been talking during commercials, but eventually just continued when the commercial was over. Matt muted the television, let the recliner all the way back, and quietly listened. As he had on many occasions, he marveled at how easily his wife could get people to talk about themselves. The more he heard, the more his training allowed him to read between the lines, and the more respect he gained for this pretty young lady – and lady, she was, indeed. No matter what had happened to her, she didn't disparage anyone during the telling of the incidents.

When Bridget told about her attempts at hitchhiking, she had both Courtney and Matt laughing. Somehow, the way she talked about it, being splashed with slush from speeding traffic was funny. When she described the two perverts that stopped to give her a "lift," she made what must have been a terrifying experience into something that was almost humorous.

Equally interesting, but certainly not funny, was her description of her father's losing fight with lung cancer. Courtney openly shed tears along with Bridget, and Matt was hard pressed not to join them. But even then, Bridget had an anecdote or two that brought a chuckle from her description of her father's chemotherapy appointments and the things that happened while they were in the waiting rooms. In one, an elderly lady in a wheel chair got her revenge toward a grouchy receptionist by "accidentally" running over the grouch's foot.

Eventually, Courtney brought out another dessert. Matt raised an eyebrow, but quickly realized that his wife was providing extra calories for her guest, since she had obviously not been able to properly feed herself lately. With both Matt and Courtney recently enhanced, a little extra food was a welcome event for them as well.

Eventually, bedtime came and Matt excused himself to go shower. Courtney walked upstairs with her new friend, then hugged her at the guest's bedroom door. As they stepped apart, Courtney asked, "Think I did okay with my choice of a husband?"

Bridget smiled at Courtney. "We both know you did. Maybe I'll be as lucky someday."

Courtney saw Bridget's eyes drop to the older woman's breasts, and without looking down, Courtney knew what had drawn the attention. It was bedtime, and just thinking about what she and Matt were going to do had made her nipples pop. Since she had taken her bra off several hours ago, the material of her blouse did little to keep her excitement a secret, and excited, her nipples had begun leaking.

Smiling at Bridget, "Yeah, the wet spots are milk. And there's a story behind that, but you'll have to stick around to hear the details of it."

"I know you don't have a nursing baby, but how..." Bridget began, then realized she might be asking about something that Courtney didn't want to talk about.

"Yeah," Courtney said with a smile, "I'm lactating, and ... there's a reason for it. One day soon, I hope to be able to tell you about it, but I can't right now. I'll just say this, though. Shortly, my husband is going to have some more calories, and he won't have to eat another dessert to get them."

Bridget stared for a second before a blush colored her face.

Courtney went on. "My man likes breast milk, and I love for him to nurse me. I'm sure he would want to spank my butt if he knew that I was telling you that, but his nursing me, and other things, has brought us much closer to each other. I really think that we're more in love now than when we first married, so I'll apologize ahead of time for what you'll probably hear later. I can't seem to keep my mouth shut when we make love."

Bridget tried to think of something to say, then went with, "I, uh ... it won't bother me. I'm a sound sleeper."

Courtney smiled at the blushing young woman. "See you in the morning. Matt is off tomorrow, and I think we'll all go for a ride. There's someone who will probably have some good advice for you concerning college. Her name is Helen and she runs a school for some wealthy people who are also friends of ours."

Bridget reached to grasp Courtney's hand. "I can't keep taking from you. I have no way of earning money, and although I've already become very close to you, I can't keep accepting your charity."

But Courtney was shaking her head. "I'm lonesome when Matt is at work, and with his job, there have been occasions when I wouldn't see him for several days at a time. Plus, with his new job, he will sometimes have to go to FBI headquarters in DC, or to meetings in other places. I've decided – with the encouragement of my husband – to not go back to work. So with extra time on my hands, I could use a live-in friend. You want to further your education, and if you stay, we'll figure out a way to get you in school. It might not be an Ivy League college, but it will be a good one. So, just go to bed, stop up your ears, and I'll see you first thing in the morning. If the roads are open over the mountain, we'll go visit some friends."

When Courtney walked into their bedroom, Matt, in his shorts, was lying on the bed reading. "I thought you were going to take a shower," she said as she kicked her shoes off and unbuttoned her blouse. His eyes locked onto her swaying breasts as she slipped the material off her shoulders and tossed it on the foot of the bed. Sitting next to her husband, she pulled and wiggled her tight jeans off her ass, and eventually off her legs. Matt put his book down and sat up straighter to better see her bouncing breasts while she struggled with her jeans. His watching turned her on, and her breasts began to feel tighter. As she got up to put her things in the dirty clothes hamper, she felt a drop of milk run down her left breast and onto her tummy, but she acted as if she hadn't noticed.

Walking back to the bed, she made sure her breasts jiggled and swayed a little. She leaned over to briefly touch her lips to his, then just as he reached for her, twisted away, and giggling, ran for the shower. When he got to the bathroom, she was standing by the shower, stuffing her hair into a shower cap. "Good," he said with a grin, "I won't have to wait for you to dry your hair."

"Oh, really. Seems like I saw you nod off a couple of times while we were watching TV. Sure you aren't too sleepy..." she began to tease, but her train of thought was derailed as he locked his lips around a turgid nipple and sucked hard, a hand cupping her groin as he did so. In seconds, she felt her milk start. "They're full, Matt. I guess being around Bridget did it. She's going to make you a fine wife, and a great sister-wife for me."

He brought the hand up from her groin to grasp the breast he was sucking, while using his other hand to pull on her other nipple. She looked down at him as he sucked harder, feeling her milk beginning to flow freely. That feeling jumpstarted her first orgasm of the evening. It powered through her body, causing her to whimper and stagger against her husband. When it was finally over, leaving her weak-kneed, she kissed the top of his head as he continued to drink her milk. "Oh, gosh, Matt, my orgasms are getting stronger every day. That one made me dizzy. It used to take you a half hour of foreplay to give me even a small orgasm from sucking on my nipples. Now I go off ten times stronger in thirty seconds."

She could feel another orgasm beginning to build, and pulled back. After a short kiss, "Come on. Let's get in the shower before I wind up fucking you right here on the bathroom floor."

Laughing, Matt dropped his shorts and followed his wife into the shower. "So, what do you think about Bridget?" she asked, handing him the shower gel. "Think she'll be a good match for you?"

He stood with the gel bottle in his hand, staring at her. "Baby, we've gone over this. You're all I need."

He squeezed some gel in his hand, put the bottle on the shelf, then beginning at her shoulders, worked down her body, washing and massaging. She had to move his hands away from her breasts, or he would have "cleaned" them all night.

"Matt," she said, drawing out his name, "stop avoiding, and answer my question. What do you think about Bridget?"

He let out a resigned sigh. "Most any husband would know that's a loaded question. If I say that she's pretty, then you'll ask if she's prettier than you. Any answer I give will only lead to my getting into trouble."

She reached to catch her husband's hand as it approached her pussy. "Please stay away from there for now. We both know I'll lose my train of thought as soon as you touch me. Now answer me. And I'm not trying to get you into trouble – far from it."

Matt stopped to look his wife in the eye. "We both know she's a doll. She's beautiful, and so are you. But..."

Whatever he was going to say was interrupted by Courtney's squeal of joy just before she sealed her mouth to his. When she eventually pulled back, she looked up at him. "More often than not, you amaze me about women. Sometimes, the ones I think are pretty don't appeal to you. I couldn't imagine you not thinking she's beautiful, but still, I worried. If you like her now, do you think you can eventually learn to love her?"

He turned her around so he could soap her back. "Court," he admonished, "I'm a one woman man. I love you. I can't..."

"Not 'can't', Matt. Won't. Baby, you're trying not to love her because you love me. But I want you to learn to love her. Matt, listen to me. You're an Alpha – an enhanced Alpha. Diana says that all enhanced Alphas need more than one wife. Darnit, Baby, you can screw me to death. We both know it, and that was evident even on our honeymoon – before we were enhanced. I'm a Queen, or at least I'm beginning to be. This is more than just a whim, it's ... Matt, it's a drive within me. It's almost as if I have to get you another wife. Baby, please don't fight me on this. I want this with every fiber of my being."

"Hon ... I..."

She interrupted again. "If you're going to say something negative, then just don't say anything else about the subject for now." She stepped under the water to rinse, then getting some gel, began to wash her husband.

Matt took a breath, hesitated, then said, "Okay, okay. I agree. We'll leave it for now. We can talk about it some other time."

"Tomorrow, Matt. We'll discuss it more then, but Darling, please think about what I've said, and give her a chance." Courtney hesitated for a moment, then continued, "I'm going to have Diana talk to you about the subject, but for now, just make love to me. But I know it won't be long before Bridget is in our bed with us. I brought her in here this afternoon to check out her hair in our mirror. I made sure she noticed our bed. She's probably in there thinking about us in it, and ... what we're doing.

She finished washing her husband, spending extra time on his cock until it was standing up almost against his belly. Staring down at it, "Baby, if you have any control over it, that thing doesn't need to get any bigger, Little One or no Little One."

"I guess it has grown a couple of inches," he agreed.

"Yeah. And it was plenty big enough to start with. Now, it looks formidable, even to me, and after we've been married all these years. I can well imagine it would scare our pretty virgin down the hall."

"So, you think she's still a virgin. Didn't you say she's nineteen? Probably aren't many nineteen-year-old virgins as pretty as she is. You sure about that?"

"She said she was, and lamented not having sex with her boyfriend before he was killed. So, yeah, I really think she's still a virgin. I just hope her hymen isn't very strong. That bat between your legs is going to be difficult enough for a virgin to take. If she has a thick hymen, she's going to hurt really bad when you stick that log up her."

"My dick isn't that big, and besides, I think you're just trying to make me want her more by telling me she's a virgin."

"So, what if I am?"

He smiled at her. "We agreed we would discuss Bridget tomorrow. Right now, I want you in that bed," he finished with a laugh. After Matt rinsed, they toweled each other off and walked, arm-in-arm into the bedroom.

Courtney moved to the center of the bed, lying back as he maneuvered between her legs. After kissing her mouth, then nuzzling her neck, he trailed kisses down her front, avoiding her breasts, winding up kissing and tonguing her labia.

"Oh, Matt," she cooed, then tried to say something, but he locked his lips around her clit and sucked gently. Moving his mouth down a little, he very slowly licked upward, gently parting her labia, then licked across her clit. After a few slow licks, he locked his lips to her clit again, gently sucking with an occasional lick of her sensitive bud. Just as she started to say something, he sucked harder while batting her clit with his tongue. Her thighs crashed against the sides of his head, whatever she was going to say, forgotten.