Chapter 55

MONDAY NIGHT — SEPTEMBER 16

After the conversation with Caitlin, Joyce and most of the wives were in Caitlin and Joyce's suite, talking. Diana had gone to Evie's apartment. The little blond was seated at the end of her kitchen table with Diana sitting near her. As they talked, Diana took Evie's hands in hers.

"But ... but, what in the world happened. Dave and I leave this morning and when we come back, Jeff has two new women in the house checking them out as wives. I mean ... Well, we saw what happened with Joyce in the pool, and we thought that maybe you were considering Joyce, but this is unbelievable. I mean, we've been talking about — thinking about — Linda, maybe, coming into our household, then bang, Jeff has two more in the same day. I mean... Crap, Diana."

Diana squeezed Evie's hands and let go, getting up to get them coffee. It looked like Evie needed it. "Don't be upset." The plea didn't look like it had done a lot of good. She put the cups on the table and poured. "Got any of that ice cream we ate last time?"

Evie waved vaguely in the direction of the freezer, still caught up with the thought of Jeff practically taking two more wives while she and her husband were out for the day.

Diana got bowls and spoons. Putting a couple of scoops of ice cream in each bowl, she put the container back in the freezer, then slid Evie's bowl near her. "I told you I had been thinking about another wife for Jeff. Why so upset?"

Evie stared at her, eyes big. "'Thinking about' and doing is something else. And, crap — two. I mean, what does Jeff think about this?"

"Oh, he fought it tooth and nail until he kissed Cramer. Remember, I keep telling you that it works both ways. Jeff has said that for a while, and well, we all know that he loves us. We can feel it. But seeing him suddenly attracted to the new women just as they are attracted to him, tends to really make a believer out of me. And like we talked about before, I know that our race is far from being the same as the healer's, but the parallels make me seriously think that we're more related than I thought, and maybe not merely in the eons distant past. Anyway, just about everything that the healer has told us about Alphas and Alpha Primes has certainly fit our situation.

"Watching Jeff kiss these women and seeing his face and bearing change along with theirs tend to make a believer out of me," she said taking a bite. Then, "I don't know how far along Dave is in the Alpha process..."

At Evie's questioning look, Diana said, "I mean the enhancing of the abilities that he already possesses. But I suspect that after their first kiss, he and Linda are going to feel a strong bond that will form very quickly."

"Yeah, and then Bill is going to have a tirade about a 'grown man' going after his innocent daughter. And that's probably an understatement," Evie said, staring at her ice cream.

Diana took another bite, slowly pulling the spoon out of her mouth, savoring the taste. "Oh, that's so good it's almost sinful."

Evie didn't respond to the comment, just continued, "Diana, I like Bill, and I, of course, love my husband. I'm scared to think about them getting into a fight. They're both ... well ... I don't know. They're both strong personalities, and strong men, as far as that goes. To put it mildly, I don't think it would be just a little fight, if there were any such thing. If there isn't someone there to break them up, no telling what could happen."

Diana, suddenly realizing how serious Evie was, put down her spoon and pushed her bowl aside. Grabbing Evie's hand, she stared at her friend. "Sweetheart, they're not going to fight. Both of them are far too intelligent for that."

"Bullshit! They're men. Testosterone wins over brains any time. Men have fought over women for years — hundreds of years, thousands of years — certainly fathers and prospective suitors have. And Bill will think that he has right on his side because Linda is so much younger than Dave. He'll claim that Dave is cradle robbing. I'm just scared..."

"Stop," Diana said, slightly raising her hand. "We've already talked to Bill — long talk about this."

"When? I didn't know ... What did he say?"

"Well, a lot of things have happened lately. Jeff and I grabbed Bill and took him for a short ride up to the old ski resort. He certainly hasn't given in to this, but we made it clear to him that Dave was an Alpha, and that Linda would be drawn to him since they had been around each other so much. We gave him an abbreviated version of what's going on, without mentioning the healer. The scars are about gone from his back and he's getting the benefits of glorious health. He can't deny those things. He might rationalize the great health, somehow, but the scars suddenly leaving and new skin taking their place ... The thoughts about the Alpha part will grow in his mind as well. He'll eventually see so many things that he will have no choice other than to believe.

"Besides," Diana grinned, "I think that after he and his wife are divorced that his outlook will change. I also suspect that Kathy will pull out all the stops. She's a mighty darned good-looking woman. It's been a long time since Bill has had any pussy," she said, her eyes glinting. "If Kathy ever gets his pants down, he won't be able to walk the next morning."

Evie chuckled, despite herself. "That might go both ways," she said. "I'm sure walking funny a lot."

"All the more reason to get the ball rolling about Linda." Seeing the expression on Evie's face, she quickly continued, "Just thinking about Jeff with his two new women has me so excited that I'm afraid they will smell me when we're close. I think that when you really decide that Dave needs Linda for a second wife, the Queen Bitch effect is going to hit you hard. When it does, I'm going to sit and grin while you're trying to rationalize it to me."

Evie stammered as Diana grinned at her. Thinking she knew the answer, but asking anyway. "And speaking of Dave, where is he?"

Evie, glad to change the subject a little, smiled back at her friend, fighting not to giggle. "Well, when you called and said we were on our own for supper, I decided to have an intimate little meal for us. I lit a bunch of candles in the dining room, put out a bottle of wine, put on a short skirt, a tight top with no bra, a pair of spikes, and invited him to eat. He managed to empty his plate in no time, then had his dessert on the dining room table — me. Well, on the table the first time, then the couch, uh, then the bed."

"And he's..."

"Sound asleep, his dick sticking straight up. Honestly Diana, I was glad he was sleepy. I'm too sore to do it again."

Diana grinned at her, allowing the pause to grow. "Looks like you need a sister-wife to give you a little help."

Evie tried to glower at her, but the glower fell apart, winding up a giggle.

Joyce and Caitlin had showered together in the suite, reveling in the large, beautiful facilities. Dried off and wearing their oversize tee shirts that they favored for sleepwear, they had gone to bed without turning the lights off. Both were excited, mystified, and more than a little overwhelmed with the happenings of the day. They turned toward each other and lightly kissed for a time. Pulling back, Joyce looked at her lover. "I'm excited, but somehow..."

Caitlin smiled back at her. "Yeah, me too. I know that you've told me everything that you know about him, but I still can't get him off my mind. Do you suppose he really satisfies all those women and girls? I mean, those girls are... intense," she said, laughing. "Any one of them would be a handful for any man. All of them together..."

Joyce frowned for a second. "They tell me that he fucks them unconscious practically every night — all of them."

"Yeah, right. And if you believe that, I've got some ocean front property to sell you right here in Colorado," Caitlin said, but her tone didn't match her words.

"Uh, I didn't tell you everything. When he kissed me in the pool, I orgasmed. It was the most intense one of my whole life, and it just wouldn't stop. I woke up lying in his arms on one of the lounges. And he didn't even touch my breasts. Well, unless you count me pressing them against his chest while he was kissing me."

Caitlin stared at Joyce, wondering where her pragmatic friend that she had known for so many years had gone. "He kissed you unconscious?" she asked, not even bothering to try to disguise the wonder in her voice. She knew that Joyce never lied to her, so that didn't even cross her mind. "He must have drugged you, or something."

"Drugged me? How could he do that? Besides, I would have known. He didn't drug me; he kissed me. Didn't you like it when he kissed you?"

"Well, yeah. But he only kissed me for a little while, and he didn't even try to put his tongue into my mouth."

Joyce giggled. "He might not have kissed you for a long time, and I agree that it wasn't very lustful, but nevertheless, I could have hung a coat hanger on your nipples."

"You could not. I had a bra on as you well know."

"Yeah, but your nipples were still showing, bra or no bra."

"Well, it's been a long time since I've kissed a man, not that I don't like to kiss you," she hastily added.

"Maybe we need to..."

The bedroom door opened and Jeff walked in. Both young women had the sheet pulled up a little about their knees, showing bright bikini panties. Caitlin made an aborted squealing noise as she tried to jerk up the sheet.

"Don't you knock?" she snarled as Jeff calmly sat on the side of the bed next to her pinning the sheet from moving as high as Caitlin would have liked.

Joyce was a little jealous that Caitlin had chosen that side of the bed to sleep on.

Startling Caitlin more, Jeff reached out and gently cupped her chin. "I wanted to say goodnight and I didn't want to do it with us sitting in the other room. I'm not here to molest you; I just wanted to see you two again before I joined my wives."

The imaginations of both young women presented a vivid picture of what he meant by "joining" his wives.

Joyce felt her nipples trying to push their way out of her tee shirt. Jeff winked at her and glanced at the two plump bumps under her shirt. She had to force herself not to preen for him and push her breasts higher. No man has affected me like this, not even Ben, as much as I loved him. I guess I'm being manipulated by Jeff's pheromones and whatever else he does, like Diana says, but somehow I don't even care. Damn, he's good looking, he's rich, and ... he has seven wives, she thought. Well, two out of three aren't bad, she laughed to herself as Jeff's lips slowly descended toward Caitlin, who had the deer-in-the-headlights look.

"Do her the way you did me in the pool," Joyce found herself saying.

"No, I..." Caitlin managed before her world became Jeff's mouth on hers. The kiss continued for a while. Caitlin's arms came up and pulled Jeff to her, although she didn't realize that she had done it. After a time, the tip of his tongue teased her lips, asking for entry. She was certain that she clamped her lips together — well she had intended to — but somehow his tongue tentatively touched hers. She realized that while she hadn't noticed, his arms had circled her, pulling her to him. She had a strange feeling — more than lust — she felt Jeff's love for her and for Joyce. Felt it expand to all his wives. She thought of Ben and how much the three of them had loved each other.

Time drifted; she had no idea how long, but she realized that she was having an orgasm. She had always had to work at having an orgasm. Sometimes no matter what Joyce or Ben did, she didn't make it. She couldn't be having one from someone kissing her. The orgasm built, or was it another one coming on?

Joyce sat up in bed and pulled the sheet that was partially covering Caitlin down below her groin. Two orgasms already. Hah, he's got your attention my sweet Caitlin. And your panties are wet. It won't be long now.

Caitlin moaned, then shortly tried to scream into Jeff's mouth. Her body arched upward, tensed and held for a long time as she trembled. Suddenly she relaxed, her body and arms falling back to the bed. Jeff slowly released her, tenderly kissing her eyelids, then gently moved her body into a restful position.

"Wow," Joyce said, her eyes big. "I had my doubts that it would really work on her because of how difficult it is for her to achieve orgasm. She always has a hard time trying to climax," she finished, blushing to have said something so intimate about her lover.

Jeff stood, walked around to the other side of the bed and kicked off his shoes. Lying down next to Joyce, he pulled her into his arms, each of them on their sides facing each other. His lips touched hers. Shortly, she was pushing her breasts against his hard-muscled chest, her nipples feeling like they were going to explode. She wanted him to touch her breasts so badly, but he didn't. She tried to push her groin against him, but he prevented her. She felt herself building. Then the orgasms were coming one right after the other, then the big one...