Arlene and JeffChapter 230
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Tuesday morning, Meg Kimbrel awakened early. As she lay there in bed, she thought about yesterday afternoon and last night. She was now the proud owner of a brand new, bright red Jeep Grand Cherokee, and she even had a prepaid Visa card to buy gas with. She, Steve and Marcie had stopped by her house on the way back from Denver. While there, she scooped the cat boxes, then petted and fed her animals. She had also picked up a set of pajamas and a change of clothes to wear while at Steve and Marcie's home.
She had been concerned because she had agreed to spend another night with the Matthews, but Marcie had told her that Diana and her family were sleeping on the Ship until Arlene returned, and wouldn't really be at the Retreat anyway, and in addition, the women would be attending pulse rifle training during the day.
Although Meg had certainly enjoyed being at the Retreat, she had wanted to spend time with her friend, and with this ... enhancement that the little alien had done to her, she wanted to be able to talk about it with her close friend. No better way to do that than to spend time with Steve and Marcie.
Marcie had insisted on preparing a big plate of food to be left in the refrigerator in case Meg got hungry during the night. According to Marcie, Meg would probably be just as hungry tonight as she was last night. When Marcie and Steve had finally left her alone, Meg had stood before the full-length mirror in one of the very nice guest bedrooms just staring at her nude body.
Diana had told her some of the things to expect, but Meg hadn't thoroughly understood what Di was trying to say. Standing there scrutinizing herself, she now was beginning to better understand what Diana had been endeavoring to explain. Subtle changes made a lot of difference. One of her breasts was shaped a little differently than the other, and was a little larger than its mate. Now, they were identical in size and shape, both perfect – just the way she had always wanted her breasts to look. Her nose had been a little too wide for her face, but now, it seemed to fit with the rest of her face perfectly. Eyes, mouth ... everything was perfectly proportioned and balanced. Her tummy was now flat and her ass was smaller and tight. Even her pussy looked different.
She had brought her hands up to cup her breasts, then tugged gently on her nipples. A sensation, many times stronger than she had expected, roared through her, almost sending her to her knees with its intensity. She staggered back to sit on the side of the bed. Sliding a hand down to pull a finger gently across her vulva, she finally touched her clit at the top of her stroke. She could have sworn that sparks flew from her little bud. The most powerful orgasm she had ever felt gripped her and the only reason she had not screamed out was that she kept her teeth clamped tightly together.
When the orgasm finally released, she fell back panting, grabbed a pillow and held it over her face while she stroked her pussy again. Biting on the pillow helped, but she still wondered if Marcie and Steve could hear her whining. Thirty minutes later, she couldn't remember how many times she had come, but her body was sweaty as she staggered to the en-suite bathroom for a shower.
Dressed in pajamas, she turned the lights out and snuggled under the sheet. Now that she wasn't making a noise of her own, she began to hear something else. Although Marcie and Steve's bedroom was at the other end of the big house, she realized that she was hearing her friend screaming. With what had just happened to her, she knew what was going on.
She had arose, and feeling like a child sneaking around to spy on her parents, cautiously made her way down the hall. Not far from her friends' bedroom, she stood listening for a while, but the noise had stopped. She had almost decided to go back to her own bedroom when she heard muffled voices. A couple of moments later, she began to hear a quiet "slap, slap, slap." accompanied by an occasional deep grunt from Steve and a squeal or gasp from Marcie. The sound of the slapping noise increased, then suddenly the speed of the noises increased also, as did the volume of the squeals. A moment later, those squeals built into a crescendo of screams accompanied by a loud, prolonged groan from Steve – then silence.
Throughout, Meg had a vivid mental picture of what was going on in the couple's bedroom. Biting her lip to keep from screaming out as her fingers flew across her clit, she had orgasmed over and over. She didn't know how many times Marcie had come, nor could she number her own orgasms, but her clit was getting seriously sore.
Staggering back to bed, she was too tired even to wash her pussy, let alone shower the sweat off her body. As she pulled the sheet up, she heard the couple start again. She couldn't help but grin as she lay there listening to the faint sounds coming from the other end of the house. No wonder Marcie is smiling all the time, she thought as she gradually slipped into dreamland.
Sometime in the night, Meg awoke with a driving hunger, and had quietly made her way to the kitchen. After warming the plate of food that Marcie had prepared, Meg dug in, drinking two large glasses of milk with her meal. After rinsing the plate, fork and glass, she put them in the dishwasher and went back to her room. She couldn't help it; she again stood looking at herself in the full-length mirror. The protruding bumps on her top almost looked indecent. She slipped a hand under the top and pulled on first one, then the other of her nipples, the sensation still so strong it almost took her breath away.
Back in bed, she managed to keep her hands away from her pussy until sleep overcame her.
The next morning, she awakened feeling wonderful. Will this last? she wondered. How can I ever repay Diana and Jeff? My face looks forty-five or so, but my body looks like a twenty year old.
She couldn't help it; she had to touch her pussy again. She first pushed one finger into her channel, then added a second, bumping her clit with her palm as she fingered herself. Minutes and a half dozen orgasms later, she staggered to the shower, worried that Steve and Marcie had heard her while she had been standing outside their bedroom last night.
Dressed and knowing that Marcie kept extra sheets in the bathroom closet, Meg stripped her bed and remade it, worried that the sheets smelled of pussy. After finding a can of room deodorizer, she gave the bedroom a couple of sprays. Satisfied that everything was pristine again, she threw the sheets into the clothes hamper and made her way to the kitchen.
As she walked in, both Marcie and Steve turned to greet her. As soon as their eyes met, Marcie blushed. "Did we ... disturb you last night?"
Meg started to lie, but at the last second she found herself saying, "I think it was the most exciting thing that's ever happened to me."
"So you heard us all the way at the other end of the house?"
It was Meg's time to blush. "Well..." she answered quietly. "I did hear you, but..." Suddenly, there were tears in her eyes. "Oh, Marcie, Steve, I apologize to both of you," she said, looking from one to the other. "I don't know what came over me. I walked down the hall and stood listening at your bedroom door for a long time." Suddenly, she made up her mind. "Look, I know that I've abused our friendship. I'll get my stuff and go on home..."
Grabbing her friend's hand, Marcie tried to calm her. "Megan Kimbrel, you will not. That's total nonsense," she declared, hugging Meg and kissing her on the cheek; all the while Steve stood trying to decide what to do. He couldn't understand why Megan was so upset. He quickly decided it was a bit of a turn-on to find that their friend had listened to them last night. Eventually Marcie got Meg to sit at the kitchen table.
"But I stood in the hall listening to the two of you making love. I invaded your privacy..." Meg started, but was interrupted by Marcie.
"If there's any blame to pass out, then Steve and I are the ones who should receive it. Oh, granted, I'm a screamer – always have been – but with the enhancement, well, I tend to get really loud, as I'm sure you noticed. With the enhancement, making love can go on for a very long time. My husband has always been a real man in bed, or anywhere else for that matter," she said, winking at Steve. It was his time to blush again as Marcie went on. "But with the enhancement, we're like newlyweds – on steroids." After a pause, she sat next to Meg, then went on, "Diana and I have talked a lot and have become quite close friends." After a moment of hesitation, she continued, "She's told me lots of things."
Steve put out coffee cups and poured for all of them, then pushed creamer and sweetener toward Meg as he took a seat across from her. She smiled at him, then thinking about what she had heard last night, blushed furiously.
Meg busied herself fixing her coffee, then sat quietly as Marcie did the same. Finally, Marcie turned to her friend. "You're aware that Jeff has fourteen wives, right?"
"Yesss," Meg responded, dragging the word out as she continued to stir the already-stirred coffee.
"And you're aware that Arlene is his daughter and Susan is his mother-in-law, and ... both of them are his wives, right?"
Meg looked up as she responded, hesitantly, "Yes, Diana told me."
"And what do you think about that?" Marcie queried after a glance at Steve.
"Well, at first I was shocked, I guess you could say, but I had met Arlene when she came with her dad to get the puppies, and she seems like a very nice young lady ... but, well, I just can't understand how..."
" ... Jeff takes care of all of them, and ... makes love to his daughter and his mother-in-law, too," Marcie finished for her.
Meg's blush was even deeper this time as she nodded her head.
Marcie reached out to take Meg's hand again. "You do realize that a man who has been enhanced is... all he can possibly be, as Diana puts it?" Then before Meg could respond, Marcie blurted out, "Steve can fuck me senseless every night, and he can do it all over again a few hours later, if ... I don't get too sore. And he chases me around the house like we were teenagers. Sometimes, I wonder if my pussy will ever not be sore again."
Steve had difficulty swallowing a mouthful of coffee, but he steadfastly continued to stare at the tabletop, his face deeply flushed.
"Oh, Steve knew that I was going to talk to you about sex," Marcie responded to the look on her friend's face.
Steve came to his feet. "I, uh, think I need to go see if we got any more snow last night. I might need to get the snowblower out," he said as he hurried out of the kitchen.
"I love that man more than life itself," Marcie said as she stared at the doorway her husband had just left through.
"He's a good guy," Meg agreed. "He's always treated me very well."
"I'm sorry I didn't realize how bad your arthritis had become."
"Oh, nonsense. It's something that comes and goes. Uh, well it used to come and go, I suppose."
"Well, now you have a nice new vehicle, and your arthritis is gone, so you better get your butt up here to visit with us more." The conversation wound down for a time. Finally Marcie reached over to squeeze Meg's hand again, "So, how do you really feel?"
"Wonderful."
"Sexually?"
"Marcie," Meg admonished. "You know I'm a private person..."
"Darn it, tell me, Meg. I have a reason for asking."
Meg looked at her friend, then looked down at the table while blurting out, "I played with myself last night as I was listening to the two of you. I have no idea how many orgasms I had, but they were the most intense of my whole life." With her eyes still avoiding Marcie's, and with a trembling hand, Meg brought the cup to her lips to sip at her coffee.
There was a pause as the two women sat quietly, then out of the blue, or it seemed so by Meg, Marcie asked, "Would you like to make love with Steve?"
"What?" Meg said, sharply, sitting her cup down with a thump, her head turning as she locked eyes with Marcie, positive that the woman had lost her mind.
"He never complains, but he takes a lot more showers than he used to, and at odd times of the day. I know he's jerking off in the shower, even though he screws me senseless every night and several times during the day if I'm not too sore."
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