Chapter 400

Jeff’s wives’ passion had taxed even the Prime this time. In their minds, they were rewarding him, but coupled with that was their, now relieved, worry that the kidnappers would kill him when he faced their weapons. Logic should dictate that his mind was faster than the kidnappers’ hands, and the women had seen him do many things with his TK, but logic and worry for their husband were entirely different things.

As Diana had later told Helen, “Words can’t express the relief I felt when those weapons fell apart.” Apparently that was the general feeling of his other wives as well.

When the women finally left him to prepare a late lunch, Jeff, instead of immediately showering, remained in bed staring at the ceiling. Wow. How did I ever get lucky enough to have fourteen absolutely beautiful women as my wives – not to mention that more wives was Diana’s idea? And... he thought with a tinge of worry, there are two more women waiting in the wings. True, they’ve only been here a few days, but Diana is starting to bring their names up more and more. If I don’t do something soon, first thing I know she’ll have them waiting in here with my other wives when I come to bed. She’s already threatened to do it. But dammit, it’s not fair to Ada or Charlotte. They need time to be certain I’m the one they want. Oh, I know that, with the enhancement, they’ll respond to me if I push a little – already have – and I’m pretty sure they love me just as I do them. But still, I want to give them time to settle in and get used to the idea. What the heck happened to weeks or months to fall in love with someone? Yeah. Yeah. I know – the enhancement. I’m an Alpha Prime and all that bullshit. But dammit, I’m just me.

Getting up, he headed for the shower while still thinking. Oh, what the fuck. I’m trying to talk myself out of having two more beautiful women for my mates. Any sane man would think I’m an idiot. Hell, maybe I am.

In the shower, he stood with his forehead against the wall and the hot water pounding into his back as it rejuvenated him. How many times did I come? I think I must have put sperm in at least half my wives. I did manage to get several of them to touch us as we were making love, so I didn’t actually have to penetrate all of them, but damn ... they were insatiable. As soon as they woke up, they were ready to go again. Then, with a grin, he chastised himself. Guess I’ve become a wee bit arrogant since I can keep an erection forever and come as many times as I want, but I sometimes forget that they have been enhanced too. Reaching down, he took hold of his sore dick. Hmmm, looks like you’ve had a workout today, Boy. I don’t get sore as easily as my women do, but what we just did wasn’t making love, no matter what they called it. It was straight out fucking. Two more. Oh, shit. They’re gonna kill me. Then grinning from ear to ear, But then again, as they say, what a way to go.

After soaping up his cock and balls, he turned around to lean against the shower wall as the water poured on his chest, his thoughts drifting to a different topic. I need to figure out this Moreau character before he manages to hurt or kill some of us. Well, if nothing else, maybe what happened this morning will be a wake-up call for Frank, and maybe he’ll get serious about his security around here. But, everything considered, Moreau had to have known that this attempt had little chance of succeeding. Then again, maybe he was just testing our defenses. Keep on, Bastard, he thought grimly. Sooner or later, you’re going to stick your head out of that compound you live in and Ship will snatch your ass. Of course, if she translates from out back – and she might well have to in order to get there in time – it’s going to make one hell of a boom. High up, it could just be distant thunder or a jet breaking the sound barrier, but how are we going to explain a ground level translation to the boring crew? Then again, they’ve probably already seen enough to make them wonder.

His thoughts turned to the General. I wonder if he’s been trying to call. Surely the AI would put his calls through.

“Computer!” he called out.

“Yes, Prime?”

I still wonder who told it to call me Prime? “Uh, have I had any calls since my wives and I entered the bedroom?”

“Yes. Lieutenant Mayfield called and so did General Whitworth.”

“The General called? Uh, what did you tell him?”

“That you and your wives were making love and did not want to be disturbed unless it was an emergency, of course.”

“Oh, shit. Oh, shit,” Jeff mumbled as he jumped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and was trying to dry himself as he rushed to the phone. As he sat on the bed and grabbed the instrument, he realized that he had a blue thong tangled around his wet foot. Kicking the tidbit of material away, he dialed the General’s private number.

Instead of his usual answer, the General asked instead, deadpan, “Get anybody pregnant?”

“Oh, shit, Sir. I’m sorry. I guess Arlene or Helen, or whoever has been screwing with the AI’s programming again...”

Laughing, Whitworth returned, “Well, it did tell me it would connect me if it was an emergency. Sounded fair under the circumstances.”

“Well, I uh...” Jeff stumbled out as Whitworth guffawed.

“My wives tell me that I need to be put in my place on occasion.”

Jeff wasn’t sure whether Whitworth was saying that he needed to be put in his place on occasion, or his wives occasionally told him that, but the Prime wasn’t going to ask.

“So, what’s your take on what happened?” the General finally asked.

Jeff grimaced. “I don’t know whether to be pissed that Moreau would think something like that would work, or just think that he was trying for what information he could get out of the situation. The AI tells me that Lieutenant Mayfield called while I was, uh, indisposed, but I haven’t returned his call yet. Maybe he has more information for me.”

“Well, I have some very interesting videos that he sent me. Those two SUVs were crammed with mercenaries raring to fight.”

“Oh, shit,” Jeff began, knowing that he should have put his wives off until he received the results of the helicopters checking out the SUVs.

But before Jeff could respond, the General went on. “Don’t sweat it, Colonel. I have wives, too. If they think I’ve been in danger, they try to fuck me to death as soon as they get a chance. Besides, worrying about shit like the SUVs is the Lieutenant’s job. That’s why I put his ass there in the first place. Let him earn his pay. Besides, it was just target practice for the crews.”

“But the SUVs?”

“Hell. They started the fight. The copters finished it. Their pulse cannons ended it in seconds. Wish we’d had those things years ago, not to mention the pulse rifles.”

“Yeah. Me too,” Jeff replied with a sigh.

“So. Watch the videos and give me a call after you talk to Mayfield.”

“Yes, Sir. Uh, when do you expect to be back?”

Whitworth hesitated. “As soon as I can. Fucking nitshit things to do. Oh, yeah, have Arlene and Ann reported in yet?”

Jeff was shaking his head. “No, Sir. And I’m beginning to worry about them. Oh, it’s only been a couple of days, but I damn sure want to know what’s going on with the aliens.”

“Let me know when they get back,” he said before hanging up.

“I have the videos available that the General referred to,” the AI said.

Jeff turned to face the TV. “Roll em.”

“Sir?” it questioned.

“Run the videos.”

Jeff had just finished watching the videos for the second time when Nat walked in. “I was sent to tell you that lunch is ready, and I want a kiss, too,” she said as she plopped down in his lap to do just that.

“I wasn’t done when I passed out,” she said after a prolonged kiss, while pretending to sulk. “Suppose we have time for a quickie?”

Jeff started to tell her they should go to lunch, but thinking about what she and the other two had gone through in the orphanage softened his heart. “What about if I kiss your pussy for a while, instead?”

“No way, Husband,” she said as she kicked her shoes off, snatched her pants and panties down, then knelt on the bed with her ass at the edge.

“Well, if we’re going to do this, I want access to those beautiful titties,” he said with a chuckle as he helped her out of her top.

Kneeling, he kissed her still-swollen nether lips, then dragged his tongue across her vulva to gently lap against her clit.

Turning her head so she could look in his direction, “Husband, I couldn’t be any more ready. If it’s going to be a quickie, you need to get started. Fuck me, Baby. Fuck me. Make me know you own me.”

Lunch was almost over – everyone leaving – when the two got there, Nat grinning from ear to ear, and Jeff blushing. There was no use trying to lie with the connection Jeff had with his wives, not to mention that they could feel their sister-wife when she orgasmed, too.

Diana set a heaping plate of fried chicken, mashed potatoes and green peas in front of him, in addition to a cup of coffee and a big glass of iced tea. Nat’s much smaller plate of food was soon awaiting her as well.

Ada came in and began wiping the tables down, everyone having left but Jeff’s wives. He reached a hand out and drew her to him, sliding his chair back as he pulled her onto his lap.

“I don’t get a kiss when you walk by?” he asked with a grin.

Ada blushed deeply, but before she could say anything, Jeff continued, “Since it’s obvious that Nat and I were late because we were making love, you were going to just ignore me, huh?”

“Jeff, I...”

And he kissed her – really kissed her – while sliding a hand under her blouse to cup a breast. “Hmmm. I see you left the bra off again. Thank you.”

“I still feel ... odd when the other men are here.”

“But none of the women wear bras unless they’re going out, so no reason to feel self-conscious,” he quietly told her while gently rolling a nipple between his fingers, then kissed her again.

“Caught you making time with my Mom,” Charlotte said as she walked over, smiling.

As Ada stood, “Just a little more and I would have been squealing like a schoolgirl,” she said, obviously referring to a near orgasm.

Jeff didn’t respond, but grabbed Charlotte and jerked her to his lap. Her startled, “Eeeeph,” was cut off as he locked his mouth to hers, then showed her firsthand what he had been doing to her mother.

As he continued kissing her and massaging a nipple, she bucked in his arms and moaned into his mouth. Afterward, she slumped against him, giggling. “I can’t believe I came that easily,” she whispered into his ear.

“Glad to oblige, Ma’am,” he said with a chuckle as he put her on her feet and began eating his plate of food.

When Ada and Charlotte had gone, Diana came in and slid into the seat to his right as he sat at the head of the table. “Well done, Husband.”

“You really want me to marry them, Babe? There are already fourteen of you.”

“How many times do we have to have this conversation, hmmmm?” she asked as she took a sip of his tea.

“But darnit. You used to be jealous of me. What happened to that?”

Diana stuck her tongue out at him, then got serious. “Well, as I’ve said before, for one thing – Jack. You were well on your way to divorcing me when Arlene and I had our little meeting. Then, I guess, she pretty well took things into her own hands, and what she planned turned out to be a lot more than I had planned. But it wasn’t long until I realized that it was too late to go back – and I wasn’t sure I even wanted to. My daughter and I were suddenly closer than we had ever been.”