Arlene and Jeff
Chapter 470

Copyright© 2006 by RoustWriter

Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 470 - While Jeff is away finalizing the sale of his invention, a local bully coerces Jeff's wife and daughter into having sex. Jeff has to put his family back together and clean up the situation with the bully, while at the same time, moving to a retreat that they are converting to an enormous home, high in the Rocky Mountains. He has to juggle keeping his family going, while protecting the secret of the healer, and where it came from. Smoking fetish.

Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Ma/ft   Fa/Fa   Fa/ft   Blackmail   Coercion   Consensual   Romantic   Heterosexual   Science Fiction   Extra Sensory Perception   Incest   Mother   Father   Daughter   Spanking   Group Sex   Harem   First   Lactation   Oral Sex   Size   Slow  

Denver

As Mike and Marie approached Denver, the young wife turned to her husband. “Okay, you said you would tell me when we got to Denver. So, what’s the big secret? Obviously, we aren’t going back to the Retreat tonight, because you insisted that we pack our bags for several days. Are we going on to Colorado Springs after we eat, or are we going to stay in Denver?”

Mike grinned as he glanced at his wife. “As a wedding present – well, make that another wedding present – the Matthews – Diana, Jeff and his other wives, I assume, have arranged for us to eat at a supposedly famous restaurant in an upscale hotel. I didn’t tell you earlier, because Diana wanted it to be a surprise for you, and... she swore me to secrecy until we reached Denver. The restaurant is supposed to be very nice, but I haven’t been part of the higher circles, so I’ve never even heard of the place. She claims it’s worth eating there and, like I said, she has arranged everything as a wedding gift, and ... she has also reserved us a room for the night.”

“Mike,” Marie hissed out. “You should never have accepted. They’ve already done so much for us.”

“Yeah, I know, but how successful have you been with telling any of them no, let alone Diana, huh? Besides, I tried. She just hugged me, said it was a done deal and her accountant had already prepaid everything. We either eat and stay there, or they would lose the money, anyway. She also said the rooms were fairly reasonably priced, so I don’t think she went overboard with the arrangements.”

Marie just stared at him as the GPS directed them to take the next exit off the Interstate. “You are so gullible, but I love you anyway,” she teased as she reached over to briefly tickle a place on his neck that she knew was ultra-sensitive.

A little later, just outside the city limits on the opposite side of Denver, Mike slowed as their destination came into view. “Reasonable?” Marie said with a chuckle. “You can bet that is a five-star hotel. It even has its own golf course, see?” she finished, pointing.

“Oh, shit,” Mike whispered as they turned into the drive to see an elaborately liveried doorman standing at the entrance, and beside him was another uniformed person who Mike assumed was a valet. He was wrong. The second person turned out to be a porter who took charge of their luggage, and yet another uniformed person soon appeared to park their vehicle.

Mike hit the switch that raised the rear hatch and was barely out of the Escalade before someone opened Marie’s door and helped her out. “Mr. and Mrs. Hall, I presume?” the doorman asked.

At Mike’s nod, “Congratulations on your wedding, Sir and Madam. You are already checked in. Would you rather go to your suite and freshen up before your meal, or go directly to the restaurant?”

Mike realized that the “Just Married” written on the sides and back windows, and probably a phone call from one of the Matthews giving the couple’s estimated arrival time had obviously narrowed down who they were.

“We would like to freshen up first,” Marie answered for them.

They were no sooner inside the luxurious-appearing entrance when another well-dressed man approached and introduced himself as the hotel’s concierge. While pressing his card into Mike’s hand, “Anytime I may be of assistance, Sir. And, Sir,” he said just loudly enough for Mike to hear, “I have been instructed by management to inform you that gratuities and all other expenses during your stay have already been taken care of. Enjoy your stay and please remember to call should you need anything.”

Mike had a feeling as they followed an employee to the elevator, and ... that feeling was enforced when the elevator went all the way to the top floor.

Moments later, as the person opened the door to the suite and stepped back, Mike carried his giggling bride across the threshold.

A porter brought in their luggage while a very well-dressed woman pointed out the suite’s amenities and gave them their key cards.

When she finished, she smiled at them. “You have been booked for a three-day visit, but if you wish to extend your stay with us, just let me or the front desk know,” she said as she handed Mike her card. “Congratulations and please remember to contact me should you need anything. Oh, yes, Room Service closes at midnight and your food and amenities are part of the package.”

When the door had closed behind the woman, “Crap, I’m going to kill Jeff when I get back,” Mike grumbled as he turned to find his new wife staring out the window at the beautiful golf course laid out below them. “The bridal suite, no less,” he said as he took in the splendor of the suite, the beautiful bed, the expensive furnishings and the large bouquet of roses, before walking over to put his arms around his wife from behind. Pulling her close, he kissed the top of her head.

After gazing at the golf course for a moment, Marie turned in her husband’s arms to look up at him, “What did the concierge whisper to you?”

“That the gratuities had been taken care of.”

“And what’s this about room service being part of the amenities? Granted, I know nothing about wealthy living, but that just doesn’t...”

“I have no idea, either. What the hell is it with Jeff and Diana, anyway? No telling how much they’ve spent on this suite,” he said, motioning around them. “It just doesn’t make sense – all that they’ve done for us. We’re nobodies to them. So I lost my job because I allowed him to risk his life. He owes me nothing. And I surely don’t feel like I’m an Alpha, whatever the hell that is. And even if I am one, what would that have to do with them spending all this money on us?”

Mike was reaching for his phone when he realized that Marie was already dialing.

Upon Diana answering, Marie’s first words were, “You lied to me. There can’t be anything reasonably priced about this beautiful place. The bridal suite no less. I can’t even begin to think about the cost.” There was a pause before she continued, “Well, no. They didn’t say anything about the cost, just that everything was paid for, and that we were booked for three days unless we wanted to stay longer. Even room service is supposed to be part of the accommodations.”

“Put it on speaker,” Mike whispered to his wife.

She did so just as Diana said, “Go eat a great meal to fortify yourself, then screw your husband’s brains out. Oh, yes, please give me a call before you leave for Colorado Springs.”

Mike spoke up. “No way. You’ll just spend more money on us.”

Diana never even hesitated. “I have a reason. We did a lot of sightseeing when we first moved out here, and we met a local in Colorado Springs who told us about some very quaint places to eat as well as some other things to see that the travel brochures never mention. So give us a call when you get ready to leave Denver – please,” she finished with an almost whine.

Eventually, Diana got a promise out of them to call before they left. “Now have fun until you can’t walk,” she finished with a giggle, ending the call before they could comment further.


After a short make-out session, the newlyweds dressed and went down to the restaurant. As they walked in, the maître d’ asked what name would appear on their reservation. When Mike told him, he ushered them to a secluded table, congratulated them on their marriage and introduced them to their waiter.

After they had been served with drinks and had ordered their food, Mike came to his feet, excused himself, and said, “Sweetheart, I’ll be back in a moment.”

Marie started to ask him where he was going when she realized he was probably just going to the bathroom.

“Okay, Hon.”

Just outside the restaurant, Mike took his phone out, checked the number on the concierge’s card and dialed. After explaining what he wanted, the concierge assured him it would be taken care of while Mike and Marie ate.

When they were through with their meals, Mike was worried that the concierge had not had time to complete his mission, so he encouraged Marie to move into the bar with him. Disillusioned by the taste of the beer, and having already discussed it with Marie, Mike ordered Arnold Palmers for both of them. (Lemonade and iced tea mixed.)

After looking through one of the brochures in the suite, Marie had suspected that her husband might want to dance, so she had worn her sexiest heels. “We used to do this a lot,” she said into his ear as she snuggled to him while pressing her breasts against his chest as they swayed to the music. “And ... you do remember that dancing with you makes me horny, Husband,” she finished with a giggle. “Hmmm, considering that lump that I feel pressed against me, I think you’re ready for something other than dancing.”

Twenty minutes later, their waiter having assured them that their meal was paid for, Mike had finally gotten control of his erection and the two strolled out of the restaurant, meeting the concierge as he walked past. Marie didn’t catch his subtle wink directed at her husband, but Mike did.

Damn, I could get used to this, the young husband thought. All I need is a few million here and there. Oh, well, it will be something to remember, and maybe Marie will like what I planned. Perhaps one day we can repay the Matthews in some way.

When they stepped into the suite, Marie gasped, and Mike had begun to have second thoughts. Shit, I was thinking a couple more bouquets of flowers by the bed, and a few candles around the hot tub.

There were four large vases, each containing several dozen red roses, positioned on stands around the bed, which was itself round, and the candles, huge beautiful creations, were themselves on golden stands completely surrounding the hot tub.

“Oh, Mike,” Marie sobbed out. “It’s ... it’s beautiful.” Then turning and burying herself against his chest, “I think I’ll keep you,” she said past tears that had already begun wetting his shirt.

Mike almost slipped and said that the concierge had overdone his request, but stopped himself in time. I know that the gratuities are supposed to be taken care of already, but I’m going to see that this guy knows he’s appreciated. “Want to try out the hot tub?” he asked the beautiful woman in his arms.

“After I make love with my husband,” came the laughing reply as Marie dragged the man of her dreams toward their bed.

The Retreat

...”What...” Jeff started before Diana leaned down to whisper into his ear, “Go take a shower; we’ll be there in a few minutes.” Before he could respond, she added, “By the time the wedding reception and the clan meeting were over, it was late and we had a short night. Though you did a wonderful job of making love to us, my sexy husband, we’re all still behind on our loving and ... you’re going to get an early start on it tonight.” As soon as she finished with her comments, she locked her mouth to his with her tongue trying for his tonsils.

When she turned him loose, his cock was hard and her nipples were trying to tear holes in her top. “Uh, yes, Ma’am,” he returned with a grin.

When Jeff got to their suite, he quickly undressed, and to show that he was a dutiful husband, made sure to put his dirty clothes in the hamper. Strolling into the giant shower area, he was met by his newest wives, Ada and her daughter Charlotte. Both were now exquisite examples of womanhood at its best, and there was little apparent difference in their ages. Both had beautiful bodies with high, full breasts, perfectly proportioned to their body size. Their beautiful faces were complemented with equally beautiful heads of hair that, for the moment, were secured under shower caps as they stood smiling while the water poured down on them.

 
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