Chapter 481

The Retreat

Jeff was in his basement office, trying, yet again, to unravel why his force field would not strengthen.

It works great for stopping butterflies from escaping the school upstairs, or flying insects, mosquitoes or other such creatures from entering a restaurant, small building or room, even keeps the pests from entering a tent you might be sleeping in. But ... no matter what I try, its field strength remains puny. At least it uses very little power, he grumbled mentally.

Despite the weak field, Frank Wainwright used one of his companies to promote, manufacture and sell the force field for various purposes. Its sale added to an already impressive flow of money going into Jeff’s bank account from the continuing sales of his radar. But not being able to increase the effect of the force field continued to bug the Prime.

Diana had teased him that even his mistakes made money.

When he thought about the energy exhibited by even the shields in one of Ship’s scouts, which were weak, indeed, when compared to the strength of the shields in the interceptors, he became even more frustrated. Ship, being immensely larger than the smaller craft, was able to use dimensional shields that the interceptors and scouts had no hope of having room for, nor were they capable of supplying the power needed.

While he sat there staring at the equations on the computer screen, the door opened as Nat, Nicki and Whitney came bouncing in. Women seem to be born knowing how to make their breasts jiggle, he thought, yet again, as the girls surrounded him and Whitney dropped onto his lap.

Grabbing his right hand, she shoved it under her top. “And what do we have here?” he teased as he gently squeezed a fully engorged nipple.

“We’re horny, Husband, so we thought we would come visit you.”

“But, we’re having company for supper,” he tried.

“Yep, and Diana ran us out of the kitchen, telling us to go fuck your brains out. We always do what our Clan Queen tells us,” she said while they all giggled. “Of course, some things are more fun than others. Besides, there’s time if we hurry.”

“Oh, hell. I’m stuck, anyway,” he said while trying to sound put upon, but they all knew better. “Guess I’ll just have to struggle on with my husbandly duties.”

The girls weren’t impressed with his fake melodrama. While he shut his computer down, Whitney hopped out of his lap. A moment later, the three pulled their willing husband to his feet.

Picking Whitney up, he started toward the couch with her. By the time he covered the few steps needed, his jeans and shorts were around his ankles. Standing on first one foot, then the other, he allowed the girls to rid him of his shoes and lower garments, impressing them with his balance.

It only took a moment to remove a giggling Whitney’s few clothes – she wasn’t wearing a bra or panties – and place her gently on the couch.

“Just fuck me, Husband. We don’t have a lot of time,” she said while spreading her legs. “I’m ready and my pussy is wet and waiting.”

Kneeling between those beautiful legs, he acted as if he were going to mount her, but quickly leaned to place his mouth on her slit. Before she could protest further, he began licking and then sucking gently on her clit, not bothering with his usual slow and teasing approach. He had done it so quickly that he caught the young woman by surprise.

As soon as his lips and tongue touched her, he licked through her folds before settling his lips around her tiny clit. With an intake of breath, she shivered, but tried to protest. “Oh, wait, Jeff. We don’t have time for...” But, her voice trailed into a quiet moan. “Oh, Jeff. Oh, Jeff,” she whispered as she arched her back upward, seeking to force more contact with his mouth and tongue.

Mindful of the time limitation, he quickly raised himself into position and slid his cock partway into the now-drenched little pussy. Even though he had made love to her last night, it still took him several gentle thrusts before he reached the bottom of her channel. She, as his wives usually did, came as soon as she was full of his cock. He could work the entire length into some of his wives, but not with any of these three. With her legs locked around his hips, he quickly brought her to two more orgasms, before he gently pulled out, kissed her firmly and came to his feet.

Nat was already in position, bent over the arm of the couch with her cute butt in the air. “Puppy-fuck me, Husband,” she said enticingly as she smiled at him.

Nicki was last, but she got a load of sperm for having waited. A few minutes later, they were in the lab shower, and shortly after that, were headed for the kitchen. When they got there, Kei, sans husband, was talking to Diana while helping with supper preparations.

One glance at the girls when they walked in, nipples prominent and a glow about them as they hung onto their husband, and Kei blushed.

Diana didn’t help any. “You guys have a good time?” she asked without thinking.

“Oh, yeah,” the girls said in unison.

“We did, indeed, have a great time,” Nicki finished for them, emphasizing the word.

“And you, my Husband?” Diana asked as she went over for a kiss.

Jeff knew there was no use in trying to hide what had happened from Kei. “My wives are wonderful to me, and I’m the luckiest man on Earth,” he said before taking his Clan Queen in his arms for a deep kiss.

Smiling from ear to ear, an unsuspecting Prime turned to Kei. “And where is your Hubby this fine afternoon?”

Suddenly, there were tears in Kei’s eyes as she mumbled her apologies and scurried out of the kitchen.

As one, Diana, Susan and Helen glared at him before hurrying after Kei.

Jeff just stood there mute, his good mood gone. “What the hell did I do?”

Since Nat, Nicki and Whitney had been with Jeff when Kei arrived, they didn’t know what was going on, either.

Laura, who had been working near, stepped closer. “You didn’t do anything, Husband. I suppose that the comments followed by your question made Kei realize what she was missing. Just a few minutes ago, she told us that she walked in on her husband screwing a casual friend of theirs.”

“Today? This afternoon?” Jeff asked.

“Yeah. When she returned after the fortress inspection.”

“Shit. I had no idea. I was happy because the girls...”

“We know, Baby.” Laura said as she hugged him. “When something like this happens, I think we tend to realize that we sometimes take you for granted.”

“But I have multiple wives, yet none of you seem to care if I take one, or, in this case, three aside and make love to them.”

“‘Wives’ is the operative word, Husband,” Laura broke in to say. “You aren’t doing anything behind our backs. You’re married to all of us, and, just as you say, you frequently take one or more of us aside and make love to us. That winds up making all of us feel special.”

Jeff smiled. “And I do love all of you with all my heart, but back to what’s going on. I thought that Kei and Edi were an ideal couple. They just ... Oh, hell, I don’t know.”

Laura sighed. “We did, too. All of us, I suppose, but I guess that appearances can, indeed, be deceiving. When she caught them, he apparently threw her success in her face. Suddenly, with all the work we have given her with several buildings for the Midville project, the fortress and the upgrading of the ski resort, in addition to the work Frank Wainwright’s friends have sent her way, well, she’s become a very successful architect while her husband is still a glorified office manager for the company – for her company. I suppose her being extremely intelligent factors in there somewhere, too. She said he had some derogatory comments about that, as well. But she swears he is every bit as smart as she is. She told us they had been having problems for months, but ... walking in on him having sex with someone came as a total shock to her. She seemed so matter-of-fact about it that none of us expected her reaction when Diana teased you guys.”

While they had been talking, Laura had filled a cup with coffee and handed it to her husband. “Thanks, Baby,” he said. After taking a sip of the coffee, he stood thinking for a few seconds, “I don’t mean to defend Edi for violating his marriage vows, but maybe it’s as simple as Kei not being able to keep up with him sexually.”

But Laura was shaking her head. “That doesn’t fly, Husband. She told us that he hasn’t touched her in weeks, and he has continued to rebuke her attempts at sex. She said she has begged him to tell her what was wrong, but he just ignored her.”

“Maybe I need to go have a chat with his sorry ass,” Jeff grumbled.

“No,” Laura snapped. “We don’t need our husband in jail, so just nix that idea right now.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right, but maybe I should talk with her.”

That garnered a grin from Laura as well as a somewhat derisive chuckle. “Diana will handle it,” Laura assured him. “Besides,” she continued while nodding toward the monitor above the cabinets, “Mr. Higgins is on his way. Why don’t you go meet him? You two can sit in the living room and chat for a few minutes while we’re finishing up in here. Maybe Kei will have herself together by then.”

The Prison Planet

... Grumbling good-naturedly about hardheaded men, Jasmine opened the laptop, but when he walked away, she smiled. I’m falling hard for you, Mr. Morales, but I think I have chosen well for my husband.

After booting the computer, she opened her file, but just sat staring at the screen, her mind in planning mode.

Her gaze shifted to him as Morales hung his shirt on a wall peg and set about splitting wood only thirty feet or so away. Soon, a thin sheen of sweat covered his upper body as she sat watching his muscles flex when he slammed something that looked like a singled-bladed axe into the wood, the pile of firewood steadily growing as he did so. So much for his being tired, she thought.

While she watched, her thoughts continued. For the future, I think it would be best if we confined our visits of the column area to late at night. If General Whitworth is really refraining from any chance of observing us nude, involved in bodily functions, and so forth, and, indeed, I think he’s a man of his word, then we can be fairly certain that his cameras won’t be following us during the night. But ... come to think of it, although we haven’t mentioned anything specific about the area – I hope – I’m very worried we have already said too much if, indeed, the General is paying close attention. And even if he isn’t, the Sergeant who reviews the vids probably is. That means, at best, he knows we go through the ice wall and hang an animal skin over the crack to keep his cameras out. She thought back about the things they had said to each other. At worst, he knows almost as much about the place as we do.

Crap. Is he readying a team even now? But then again, he has teams on a number of planets studying many interesting, and occasionally profitable, things. Maybe he isn’t nearly as concerned as I am about what’s in the column area.

With an unconscious smile on her face, she persisted in watching Morales as he worked, her thoughts continuing. If it were not for him, I would be back on Earth petitioning the General for a team to research the column area. Of course, I would also soon be back to my gopher status, but I might have my name on the paper the docs would eventually write, and that couldn’t hurt when I turn in my thesis, particularly if I could somehow work the research into my paper. But that would be a stretch, and I know it. Besides, I have almost enough material to, at least, outline my thesis, and I’m steadily learning more and more about Mr. Morales’ and the wolves’ communication. I haven’t learned much about how they do it, but I’ve observed more instances of what has to be their mental communications. Now, if there were just some way to tie that into the column area, I would be a lot closer to my doctorate. But then I would be responsible for his not having a home anymore. We are not giving up this cave. Darnit, there has to be a way for all of this to work out. There just has to be.

I guess I need to talk with the General, but not just now. I need more ... leverage before I approach him; something to make it logical for Morales’ cave and home to remain intact while the column area is researched ... and for me to remain here with him. I need more information, and I dare not slip up or I’ll lose the man I’m falling in love with, she finished as he leaned the wood splitter against a wall and started toward her.

Her face flushed as soon as their eyes met. It will be time for bed in a few hours, and I’m already getting horny, and ... scared. I want him – maybe even desperately – but I don’t want to do anything too soon. I can’t risk it. I don’t want to be just another warm pussy for him to deposit his sperm into. He told me he used to save up his money so he could have a call girl come over. If they cost that much, they must have been beautiful. I can’t compete with that. Well, not unless he really loves me. I know he wants to tell me he loves me, but is it real, or is it just because he hasn’t had a woman in a long while? And how can I ever be sure?

Forcing her mind to things at hand, “Are you going to strip logs tonight?” she asked as he sat down beside her.

“No. I guess today used up my energy. Splitting that little stack of wood wore me out more than I expected. Could I just sit and stare at you?”