Chapter 489

The Retreat

...”So, you have already seen this?” Kei asked.

“Yep, but it’s certainly worth watching again. Want some more popcorn?”

“No. Uh, I suppose I forgot to eat while we were talking, but I am anxious to watch more of the ... uh, show.” Absently, she began to eat her popcorn.

Jeff again caught his wife’s eye and raised an eyebrow while desperately trying to project, I don’t need another wife.

Diana just winked at him.

A couple of hours later, Kei left for her suite after insisting that she help with the minor cleanup. Jeff, with Kayla on one side and Diana on the other, and with Arlene following, were walking toward their suite. “I haven’t seen the animals all night,” he commented.

Diana looked up at him and smiled. “I asked Selina to keep them entertained tonight so we would have some uninterrupted time to talk with Kei.”

“Well, I missed playing with them, but I guess it was nice to be able to sit and watch the videos without them making a road out of me as they played. But then again...”

“Yeah, I know. They’re just as much a part of our family as the rest of us.”

After a moment of thought, Jeff said, “We should do something special for Selina to make it up to her for babysitting, but I can’t think of anything off the top of my head.”

Kayla gripped his arm. “Oh, I can.” she said while all three women giggled.

“She’s a child,” Jeff returned indignantly.

“Who says?” Arlene responded.

“That’s not funny,” Jeff grumped.

Diana tried to keep a straight face. “Okay. Okay, we’ll be serious if you want, but returning the favor would be simple. All you have to do is spend some private time with her. She would absolutely love that. Just invite her to sit on your lap and, while she’s there, ask her what she’s working on at present.”

As they walked into their suite, Jeff grinned as he responded. “And I will understand virtually nothing she tells me.”

“So what,” Arlene broke in to say. “She’ll be talking about something she cares about while sitting in the lap of the man she loves. She’s just waiting for her sixteenth birthday so she can truly show you how much she loves you.”

A giggling Kayla added, “Because of the way she fairly thumbs through complicated textbooks while assimilating everything in them, she’ll be the absolute authority on anything sexual by the time she’s ready for marriage – probably already is, come to think of it. Remember, she reads everything. If you think the rest of us manipulate you now, well, Husband, what we do won’t be a patch on what she’ll be able to do.”

“Hah,” Diana joked, “who says she can’t do it now? All she has to do is pout a bit and he does whatever she wants.”

“And that goes for the rest of you, too,” Jeff tried, but the grin on his face spoiled it.

While they had been talking, they, and several of his other wives, had been stripping the Prime. The Clan Queen, now nude herself, fell back on the bed while pulling Jeff down on top of her. Looking between them, she reached for him. “Stiff as an iron bar,” she whispered as she pulled him toward her very ready pussy. Then with a grin, “Hmmm, looks like Kei’s snuggling against your chest has you turned on. Just think about her little pussy as you push that big cock into me.”

“What?” he responded with a deep frown on his face.

“I don’t mind, Silly. You know darn well that she’ll be in this bed with us as soon as her divorce goes through.”

Jeff’s cock, the head still touching Diana’s pussy lips, was beginning to fade. “Why would you ever say something like that?” he asked. “I think of the woman in my arms while I’m making love to her. Who the hell do you think I am?”

Diana had only been trying to excite him and had spoken without thinking it through. “Baby, I didn’t mean to make you mad. I guess I’m just enthused about Kei, and spoke without thinking. Hon, please don’t be mad at me, but I really do think she’ll make you a perfect wife. I was only trying to make sex better for you.”

Arlene spoke up. “Daddy, don’t start. Mom didn’t mean anything by it. If nothing else, what she said only goes to show you how much she loves you. Now, fuck her brains out and quit acting all ... whatever,” she finished as she grabbed his cock, stroked it a couple of times and lined it up again.

Jeff gently pushed into his wife while noticing the sheen of tears in her eyes. After kissing her, “I’m sorry. I overreacted. It’s just that I love you more than you could ever realize. I don’t have to think about someone else when I have the epitome of sexy right under me.”

“You tell all your wives that, and before you say anything, I know that you mean it for every one of us. But sometimes it’s hard to realize that you care so much about me after the things I’ve...” But she didn’t get to finish as Jeff’s mouth covered hers and he pushed his cock hard against her cervix.

Jeff entered four of his wives before any of them slept, and with the mental connection, all sixteen enjoyed the sex as if it were physically happening to each of them. As usual, they covered the wet spots with towels before cuddling together for the night. Diana snuggled her head onto Jeff’s shoulder and whispered into his ear. “Sorry about what I said, but Kei really will make you a great wife. Just you wait and see.”

“But, I don’t need another wife,” he whispered back, “and chances are Kei will have her own ideas about marrying anyone, let alone me.”

“Ha,” his Clan Queen responded, “you’re blind if you can’t see she’s head-over-heels in love with you.”

“Bull. And while we’re on the subject,” he continued, “Baby, darnit, I can’t understand why you keep shopping for more wives for me.”

“Because you’re my Prime,” she responded matter-of-factly. “You need many, many children, and you deserve as many quality women to bear them for you as I can find. Jeff, that’s part of what a Queen does for her husband. Besides, you promised we could start having babies when we leave Earth.”

Ignoring her last remark, he responded, “And how the heck do you know what a Queen is supposed to do for her husband?” he groused, not for the first time.

“A Prime’s Queen just knows,” she returned as if she were stating the obvious.

“I really think you’re way off base this time,” he whispered back while kissing her on the top of her head, but she was already drifting to sleep, a smile adorning her beautiful face.

At four, Jeff awoke and began trying to extract himself from a sleeping Diana who was still clinging to him. Arlene came awake, wiped her eyes, punched Kayla, and both of them worked their way past the heap of sleeping women. Jeff had moved his Clan Queen’s arm a bit and began to slide from under her leg when she awakened enough to grumble sleepily. Putting her leg back, she pressed her still-wet pussy against his hip.

“Di, Baby. I have to get up for my run,” he whispered to her.

“Just a few minutes more,” she whined. “I’m too sleepy to get up yet.”

“Not you, Baby. Me. I’m going for my run.”

He must have gotten through to her, because she released him, but looking down at her beautiful face, not to mention the perfect breast peeking from under the sheet, made him want to stay, and he might well have succumbed to the temptation, but Arlene and Kayla were already up and in the bathroom waiting for him.

In the shower, both women made certain to clean themselves thoroughly since they had been two of the ones who received his sperm last night.

“When are you going to have Little One turn our baby factories back on?” Arlene asked as she snuggled against him for a quick kiss, not wanting to give him an open-mouth one since she hadn’t brushed her teeth yet. “Moreau has taken his trip to the sun and we’re in no danger now...”

“ ... other than a probable attack by aliens,” Jeff finished for her.

“So,” his daughter responded as she looked up at him. Then, rubbing her pussy on his leg, “I’m going to pilot an interceptor. Who says I’ll survive the war to have those babies?”

“That is one very good reason you should not be an interceptor pilot,” he started to snarl back, but caught himself in time to make it come out a little less forcefully.

“And let someone else take the risk,” she returned. “Someone who isn’t quite as good at piloting an interceptor as I am, and consequently will stand a greater chance of dying than Ann and I will. You’re an excellent commander, and you know it. You will send the best on this mission, just as you would on any difficult mission.” With that, she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth, which shut him up, as she well knew it would.

At breakfast, a listless Kei pushed her food around on her plate. While she was distracted by Nat, who was trying to engage her in conversation, Diana whispered to her husband, “Maybe I should have let you kick that SOB’s ass after all.”

“Did you speak to Frank about an attorney for her?” the Prime quietly asked.

“Yeah. He said he didn’t know any in the area that handled divorces, but would get back to me as soon as he checked with his people, promising that he would soon have a recommendation for the most cutthroat divorce lawyer around.”

Jeff glanced toward the other end of the table where Kei was sitting. “I hate for her to have to give that bastard anything, but since she makes so much more than he does...”

“Yeah, I know, but I’m afraid, now that she’s made up her mind, she’ll give him way too much just to get the divorce over with.”

“Like I said, attitude adjustment. A little pain and he’ll want to settle just as much as she does.” After a pause, he went on, “I wonder how long he’s been abusing her. Hell, I thought they were getting along just fine. As far as that goes, why didn’t she wait until he was asleep and adjust his attitude with a skillet? Show him how it feels to be beat on. Women have damn sure done it in the past.”

Diana sighed as she watched her sister-wives trying to distract Kei. “Like I said, she’s a classic case. She just allowed him to abuse her, somehow thinking part of it was her fault. At least she got out of it before he wound up killing her. From what I’ve read, abusive husbands usually get worse instead of better.” After a couple of moments of silence, “Baby, have you ever wanted to hit any of us?”

“Sure,” he said without hesitation and with a diabolical grin pasted on his face, “Not only have I thought about it, but I’ve done it many times, and every time I spank one of you, her pussy drips.”

Diana giggled despite herself. “Jeff, darnit, I’m serious.”

He sobered immediately. “I can’t believe you seriously asked me that. Only a fool would beat on a woman he loves. The answer, if you must have it, is not just no, but hell no. A man who hits a defenseless woman is fucking sick. But sick or not, I would love to kick Edi’s ass just to show him how it must have felt when he beat on her. But, Di, I couldn’t disrespect that deputy. He had the situation in hand and my running in to help would have been an insult under the circumstances. Besides, he certainly didn’t need any help with that little wimp. But ... I really, really want to pay Edi back for beating on her – pay him back in spades. After all, in your mind, you probably have Kei and me married already, so that basically means he’s been beating on a wife of mine. That will be avenged, somehow, someway.”

Diana had seen that look in her husband’s eyes before and knew he would never be swayed. She also knew he was perfectly capable of getting away with it. “Just don’t kill him,” she said with a sigh.

“My Prime, the General would like to meet with you in his office at your earliest convenience,” the AI said.

“Tell him I’m on my way.”

After stopping by the kitchen, Jeff made his way to Whitworth’s office, and while balancing a tray, rapped on the door before going on in.

As the Prime put the tray on Whitworth’s desk, “I didn’t find any fresh coffeecake or doughnuts, but I did snatch a small pound cake that’s just out of the oven, and ... I brought along a jar of peanut butter, knives and forks, as well as a jug of ice-cold milk and glasses.”

While Whitworth stared at the jar of peanut butter, Jeff went on as he poured the milk. “Have you ever tried peanut butter on pound cake?”

The General frowned, but Jeff went on before the other man could answer. “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.” After cutting two pieces of the still-warm pound cake, he slid Whitworth’s plate in front of him. That done, he opened the jar of peanut butter and spread a thick layer on his own piece before sliding the jar over to the other man. “Come on; live dangerously and at least try it.”

“Oh, what the hell; I guess one piece won’t kill me, but peanut butter? That’s for kids.”

Grinning, the Prime took a big bite followed by a gulp of the milk.

Whitworth took a tentative bite. After a second, a smile touched his lips, then a frown as he quickly took a drink of milk.

“Oops, forgot to tell you that it sometimes sticks to the roof of your mouth.”

“No shnit,” the General mumbled as he tried to tongue the concoction lose. After swallowing, he said, although a bit begrudgingly, “That is pretty damn good. How did you come up with the combination?”

“I really can’t remember. I always spread peanut butter on Mom’s pound cakes when I was a kid, and I haven’t seen any reason to quit.”

“Must be one of your Southern things?”

“Don’t know,” Jeff responded. “I just know that I like it, particularly if I have really cold milk to go with it. Sooo, what’s going on?”