Chapter 663

A Luxury Hotel in Berlin Germany

Six Weeks Earlier Continued.

Phillip awoke with Dessie’s breast pushed firmly against his right chest and her groin moving slowly but rhythmically against his hip. Between his full bladder and her body, he was as erect as he was ever going to get.

“Want a blowjob to start your day?” she whispered sexily into his ear.

One of the hardest things he could remember doing was to say, “We agreed there would be no more sex until we were on the trail.”

“That ... might not have been the best joint idea we’ve ever had,” Dessie said with a slight groan. “The tent is going to be too warm or too cool, depending on where we are at the time. The sleeping pad will come in a distant third to this fine bed we’re in right now. Besides, my nipples need to be sucked, and before you say anything to break the mood, no, I do not want any of my past bedmates to do the job. I want my husband to do it as only he can.”

Phillip’s voice was devoid of emotion as he quietly said, “We agreed we wouldn’t do anything until we were on the trail, and we went over the reasons why we should wait. If you can’t wait, I’m sure Eike would help you out.”

Dessie pushed herself into a sitting position. “I just might,” she snapped but then relented as she tried to still her anger. “Phil, we agreed there would not be anyone else ever again. You were just as much in favor of the boob job and the work on my face as I was. Are you sorry for that now? Did we wait too long to stop what we were doing with the others?”

Phillip came to his feet. “I need to pee before I do it on myself.”

Dessie was waiting for him to come back into the bedroom, but she eventually heard the shower going. Since she was already nude, she hurried to the area and slipped in with him. After soaping a bath sponge, she washed his back and used her breasts to smear the soap around. “I’m not trying to seduce you. I just like the way my nipples feel when I’m loving you with my breasts.”

They stood with her hugging him for a moment. “What’s wrong? Baby, I don’t want to fight. Please, let’s enjoy the day.”

Phillip turned in her arms to stare down at his wife. “I suppose I just grew tired of watching some guy fuck you as if you were some whore on the street. We started with only occasional swaps. A few years went by, and I realized that you were fucking multiples several times a month.” She started to say something, but he shook his head and went on, “I know what you’re going to say. I was fucking multiple partners, too, but ... not quite. ‘Our’ friends soon turned out to be just your friends, and I wound up with their wives or girlfriends, not because they particularly wanted to be with me, but because they came to a swap party with their husband or boyfriend and had to fuck somebody.”

“Wait, Honey. It wasn’t like that. They wanted to fuck you, too. They were begging to fuck you.”

“Bullshit. How were you to know? You were gone with the latest big-dicked, muscle man as soon as we got there. Their wives were the leftovers, just as I was.”

“It wasn’t like that,” she insisted, tears now rolling down her cheeks.

“It was like that. Just like that — for years. You just didn’t have the time to sit down and discuss it with me.”

“But we did. We talked about it frequently.”

“Yep. You talked. I got to listen to how many orgasms your latest big dick had given you while his wife and I went off to watch TV or maybe fuck for a while as we listened to you scream out one orgasm after another.

There was quiet for a few minutes as they dressed. Later, as they sat in the hotel’s restaurant drinking coffee while waiting for their meals, Dessie took up the conversation as if there had been no time lapse. “I ... somehow, I don’t remember it the way you describe it. In my mind, you were enjoying the sex as much as I was.”

Phillip hesitated with his cup halfway to his mouth. “I suppose it was like that to begin with, but it progressed from an occasional swap between close friends to parties with a dozen people — supposedly to keep our sex interest up — at least according to you. Eventually, it seemed to progress with you to something you could barely do without between parties. The group expanded ... and guess whose idea that was. No need to guess; we both know. After a while, I seemed to have less and less to do with our ‘extra activities.’ In the meantime, our youngest child was recording everything we did.”

“You’re saying it was my fault that we couldn’t seem to live with Selina?” she asked.

“No, I’m not. I fully admit that I had used up every idea I could come up with, not to mention the child psychologists that we threw money at with absolutely no result other than giving Selina a great deal of amusement. It quickly became apparent that she knew more about their subjects than either of those two, and she handed that one guy his ass when he kept trying his little tricks on her. Neither psychologist could believe that she could intelligently discuss their doctoral dissertations with them, let alone debating the central logic of those dissertations with finesse. No matter how many times we told them how super-intelligent she was, I don’t think either would admit, even to themselves, how much more she knew than they did. I shudder to think just how little time it took her to surpass them with her book knowledge on the subject.”

“So,” Dessie said, “at that stage, we had our own, live-in, two-and-a-half-foot-tall child psychologist who could thumb through a textbook, memorize and cross-reference it in an astonishingly short time. And, that was around the time we discovered that Selina had been recording all of our adult... sessions.”

“Something like that, but we, at first, thought it was only the one session — remember?”

“Yeah, but our disillusionment, as they say, was looming on the horizon. We should have known better. She answered truthfully when I held up a flash drive that contained her recordings of our... interludes and asked if that was all of them.”

“Yep, Phillip said, “it was, indeed, the only flash drive she had with our sexcapades on it; however, she didn’t mention, and we failed to ask, about the cloud. The little bitch can lie more convincingly and with a straighter face than any adult I have ever seen.” From the inflection in his voice, it was obvious that the “little bitch” comment was actually a compliment.

They had progressed through much of their meal when Dessie sighed and said, “Looking back, it would probably have been better if we had pretended that we didn’t know about her recordings and just ignored them. Lecturing her certainly didn’t do any good, and probably only made her sneakier. I think that she saw us as her adversaries in that general time frame. I did not want that to happen. I loved my daughter — and still do. Unfortunately, as far as the handling of our genius daughter is concerned, we progressed into being just as stupid as the two child psychologists, and wound up losing Selina in the process. Now Jeff and Diana get to be a part of her growing up while we watch from the sidelines.”

Dessie’s voice was loaded with tears before she finished. “Now, besides losing my child, I’m in the process of losing my husband,” she finished as she stood, dropped her napkin onto her plate and walked out of the restaurant toward the elevator banks.

Phillip’s first impulse was to hurry after her, but instead, he poured himself a refill from the carafe and sat thinking.

The Prison Planet

Jeff worried that the alien women would quickly tire of the monotonous job of gathering vegetables in the hot sun, but the new didn’t seem to wear off quickly for them. They had been outside only a few times in their lives, and never in a place like this. Exercise on the machines provided by Ship had become a part of their lives, and they also liked the results. They had been bred to be beautiful, but now their bodies were becoming toned and even sexier. They had received only a partial enhancement, but with the added effects of the exercise machines, they were now proud of their bodies.

Until the chemical was removed from their bodies, they didn’t care much about their looks and only did what was required of them. Now, with their minds clear, they wanted to be the best they could be, intellectually as well as physically. This was a different exercise as well as a learning experience for them. Ship had fed them vegetables along with various meats, but now they were beginning to understand where vegetables came from — originally. Much of Ship’s food had been duplicated from already-cooked food brought to her by Jeff’s wives. The alien females had been learning to cook, and now they were experiencing vegetables in their original state. This was a step closer to nature as they picked the vegetables from the plants that grew them. To the average human, this would be of little consequence, but to the Miadax women, it was an amazing step in their learning experience.

In their enthusiasm, they had dropped back into their native tongue interspersed with an English word now and then, since there was no Miadax word for the vegetables such as cucumber, squash, etc. They listened raptly to any of the humans when they commented on things concerning the garden. Amazing to them, the ground here was not covered with the turf that existed in the large open area behind the Retreat where Ship hovered. Here, there was loose dirt that they could touch. Morales even pulled up a large weed at the edge of the field to show them its root system. He had forgotten most of his high school biology but stumbled through a rough description of photosynthesis that he hoped made sense.

Jeff had expected the aliens to be quickly exhausted as they bent to pick the vegetables, but their enthusiasm kept them excited and willing to work, even when the sweat had popped out on their bodies or trickled down their faces.

Morales and Jasmine had returned to the canning, and lunchtime was drawing near when Diana motioned to the aliens while asking her husband, “Should we call Morales to bring the trailer, or will Ship move our produce and us to the cave?”

Jeff chuckled and said, “She would be insulted if she wasn’t allowed to help. She has even offered to assist in picking the vegetables with her tractor beam or use some of her mechanicals. She could probably do it much faster than all of us put together, but I think the Miadax women need this.”

“I agree, but I think it’s time to have them bring their current baskets on over to the area where the full ones are, and then give them a chance to clean up a little in the cool water of the stream.”

“You know that Ship could put them back in her, and they would be standing under a shower in seconds...”

“And also miss out on the fun,” the Clan Queen said with a chuckle. “I think they would much rather wash off in the stream.”

Jeff called everyone and told them to bring their baskets in, full or not, so they could have lunch.

Suddenly, there was a stack of towels and washcloths on the table, and quizzical looks being cast toward Diana from the aliens. “That’s right, Ladies. Let’s go wash off a little in the stream.” She didn’t have to tell them twice.

In moments, the aliens were wading in the shallow water of the ford. These were women who basically lived nude until they met the humans. Hot day and a cool stream with massive trees to offer shade to block out the direct sun, and there were suddenly clothes lying on the bank, with laughing, nude females enjoying themselves in the cool water.