Chapter 464

The Retreat

Half-awake, Marie staggered out of bed, took the first step and winced. Glancing back at her sleeping husband, she smiled and thought, You outdid yourself last night. When she thought of her sore pussy, she added, And me, too. If anyone has ever had their brains fucked out, I certainly have now.

Just thinking about what they had done began to have an effect, but she knew she would never be able to walk to the dining room if she got back in bed with him before her pussy had some time to recover. It’s as much my fault as his, she thought as a grin spread across her face. Every time that beautiful cock went down, I just had to suck on it. Then, the next thing I knew, he was back inside me again.

She had to force herself not to wince with every step to the bathroom. After peeing, which stung, she was about to get into the shower when the phone rang. Hurrying, she snatched the offending instrument up as Mike rolled over and covered his head with a pillow.

“Hello,” she managed in a mostly-polite voice, hoping the snarl wasn’t too apparent.

There was a chuckle on the other end of the line. “Top drawer of the bedside table. Use a full applicator now. By the time you’re dressed for breakfast, you’ll be feeling a lot better. Oh, as soon as your guests are on their way home, Jeff and I need to have a meeting with you two. And, before you ask, there is absolutely nothing wrong. Conversely, you’ll love what we have to discuss with you. See you in the dining room in thirty minutes.”

Marie managed an, “Uh, okay,” but a chuckling Diana had already hung up.

Sliding the drawer out, the new wife picked up the box. After reading the directions, she went back in the bathroom, closed the lid and sat on the commode. The applicator going in her sore pussy almost took her breath, but within moments, the discomfort was already beginning to ebb.

After walking back into the bedroom, but still using mincing steps, she jerked the sheet off her sleeping husband. Leaning to kiss him on the mouth, “Wakey. Wakey. Time to screw your wife unconscious again.”

There was a moan as Mike opened one eye. “What time is it?” he mumbled. “We just got to sleep, didn’t we?”

“True,” she responded as her eyes locked on his red and swollen member. Not erect – just swollen. “Looks like Mike Junior had a rough night.”

The cock’s owner rose up enough to stare down at himself. “Yeah,” he finished with a chuckle, “but he had the best time of his life.”

Marie, giggling like a schoolgirl as her new husband gingerly adjusted his cock, said, “Go get a shower and you can use some of my cream. It’s made me feel better already, so I can’t imagine why it wouldn’t work with your problem, too.”

“Gotta pee. My eyes are about to float,” he said as he came to his feet, paused even in his hurry long enough for a brief kiss, then practically ran to the bathroom, all the while continuing to hold his dick.

Marie heard him hiss in a breath as he let the stream go, and decided that he must be almost as sore as she was.

Sore or not, I’m going to shower with my husband.

A few minutes later, they stepped out of the shower together. Although he had kissed both her mouth and her breasts, he hadn’t suggested they have a quicky before breakfast, much to her relief.

As they dried each other, he stopped to stare into her eyes. “I love you, Mrs. Hall, and ... I can’t believe we did all that last night. I mean...”

Marie was again quietly giggling. “Yeah, we’ve been sleeping together and having sex for six months, but getting married did something to me. I ... I just couldn’t get enough of you last night,” she said, her blush increasing as she played with the hair on his chest. “But I’m broken this morning. The way my pussy feels, you might not get any more for a week, but ... Diana called and told me that she had left some pussy cream for me. It has helped a lot. The tube is on the back of the commode. Go put some on that beautiful cock of yours. And we need to hurry if we’re going to be in the dining room by nine. Trust me; we do not want to be late. I don’t know about your friends, but those nurse friends of mine will not cut me any slack, and their teasing will last long after I return to work.”

They made it on time, but the teasing was there, anyway.

It was midafternoon before all the guests were gone and the newlyweds had time to think about their meeting with Jeff and Diana.

Holding hands, they entered a vacant and now again pristine living room. Marie stopped to stare. “My goodness. How did they get this place clean, all the chairs gone and the furniture back in place so soon? I didn’t even think about all the mess while we were visiting with our friends. Now I’m really feeling guilty. We need to find Diana and Jeff and thank them properly.”

Mike just stared at his pretty wife. “Uh, I’ve been here longer than you have, but I haven’t the foggiest notion where their suite is, although I have heard them mention it in passing. They told me to explore, and I have, but I still can’t find my way around very well. I do know where the kitchen, the main dining room, the gym, this living room, our suite and a couple other places are. I suppose...”

“May I assist you?” the AI interrupted to say.

Mike and Marie stared at each other, Mike thinking, I knew it would answer when we called out to it, but it monitors our conversations, too? Aloud, he said, “Uh, we were supposed to have a meeting with Mr. and Mrs. Matthews...”

“I will notify them that you are ready for that meeting.”

“Tell them at their convenience,” Mike quickly added.

A moment later, the AI spoke. “Diana and the Prime are on their way.”

“Prime?” Mike mouthed to Marie as he raised an eyebrow.

She shook her head, but when Mike didn’t answer the AI, she said, “Uh, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” the AI returned.

“That can’t be a computer,” Mike whispered to his wife. “It used a contraction. Computer simulated voices don’t do that.”

“Nor do they understand contextually the way that one does,” Marie pointed out, not nearly as quietly.

“Thank you. My programming is a continuing enterprise with input from Laura, who is my primary programmer, Ann, her daughter, Helen, who teaches us all, and, of course, Arlene.” It didn’t bother to add that much of the current additions to its code came from itself/himself.

“I wonder what a Prime is supposed to be?” Marie whispered to her husband, but before either could continue, Diana and Jeff walked in. “What are you two doing standing around?” she teased. “For goodness sake, have a seat,” Diana said as she motioned to a sitting arrangement near the big window. “We have what we hope will be really good news for the two of you.”

Marie and Mike chose a couch while Jeff and Diana chose seats that they moved a bit closer, with Jeff continuing to push other seats nearby to form a loose circle.

Before he was done, Arlene came in pushing a cart loaded with soft drinks and snacks. Moments later, Susan arrived and assisted Arlene. When everyone had what they wanted and they were all seated comfortably, Diana turned to the newlyweds to say, “I know that you’ve noticed how much we eat, and well, that’s also something we’ll explain as we go along.”

The group chatted for a few moments, before Diana turned to her husband. “Jeff?”

The Prime set his empty cup down, leaned forward a bit and said, “We’re going to tell you two things that ... in the beginning might well be a bit hard to believe. All I can do is swear that what we’re about to tell you is absolute truth. I have no reason to lie, and I’m certainly asking nothing from you – well, other than your trust.”

Mike and Marcie exchanged glances.

Jeff chuckled. “Honest. This isn’t a sales pitch. I just need your absolute trust for a few minutes.”

When Arlene rolled the serving cart near, Jeff smiled his thanks and reached to a lower shelf to uncover a silver band, almost a helmet. Holding it in his hands while slowly turning it around and around, he continued, “We have secrets that could well affect all mankind, but with this, those secrets remain within the family. And... we have, all of us, decided that we would like for you two to become part of that family.”

“Family?” Marie asked, wondering just what he meant.

“Everyone that was here for your wedding, well, excluding your guests and Security, of course. Security is privy to everything, and I do mean everything, and we make a concerted effort to not speak of our secrets outside this building. In addition, there are other items that we’ll talk about later.”

It was obvious that the two were beginning to be worried, and both Jeff and Diana picked up on it.

Diana reached over to take the silver band. “Here is where the trust comes in. I assure you that all of us have had this used on us. There is absolutely no discernable effect during or after its use unless you try to speak of our secrets to someone not blocked. If you try to tell someone about them, you will feel nausea that will increase only if you continue to persist in that line of communication.”

“But what could be so secretive that you would want to do this?” Marie queried.

“So this is government?” Mike interrupted to ask.

Diana hesitated, “Only peripherally. It does involve General Whitworth, whom you have already met, but it does not include the Federal Government at all,” she finished emphatically.

“Everyone here has had the block used on them,” Susan emphasized while Arlene nodded in agreement. She did not, however, mention that Jeff had removed the block from his wives.

Jeff spoke to the young couple. “If you will allow this, we’ll be able to ... give you a gift that will last practically forever. We can’t say anything more about it at this point, though. If you refuse the gift, nothing will change. You’ll still be our friends, and Mike, your new job will still await you. We’ll help you, Marie, to find a good job, and we’ll also help the two of you find a nice home. It just won’t be with us, although we will still welcome your visits. You will remain our friends, but you won’t be family.”

“We can give you one hint,” Jeff continued as the two looked at each other, mystified,. “We introduced you to all of us, but do you remember that Susan is Arlene’s grandmother? And ... that Di is Arlene’s mom? Look at them and think about that. And, before it even crosses your mind, rest assured that neither Diana nor Susan has had any type of plastic surgery.”

“They look like sisters,” Marie whispered.

Diana spoke up. “I know that requiring you to accept the block is a lot to ask, since you know so little about us...”

Mike turned to lock eyes with Jeff. “Does this have anything to do with your ability to lift the boring machine?”

Jeff spoke without hesitation with a simple, “Yes.”

“What?” Marie responded as she turned to stare at her husband.

There was an odd look on Mike’s face as he answered her. “Mr. Matthews – Jeff – did something no human being could do. That machine weighs tons. There is no way any man on this planet could lift that thing, but he did, and I saw him do it.”

Marie’s eyes got big. “Oh, Mike. Are you sure?”

“Positive,” he said with emphasis.

“Oh,” she whispered.

Mike and Marie were already holding hands. Squeezing gently, he told her, “I want to do it.”

His new wife looked back at him, hesitated, then quietly responded, “I’ll do whatever you decide.”

Mike touched his lips to his wife’s before turning to Jeff. “We’re ready. What do we do?”