62: Sunday August 16, 2043 2100 hours CST: Semen Real Soon
The doorbell rang. Zach opened Colby's front door to the cool Houston evening. There was Becky looking both businesslike and luscious as usual. "Come in! Come in," he waved to her. They hugged and kissed. He pushed the door shut behind her.
"Welcome back!" said Becky. "You traveled today?"
"Yes, we started off this morning," said Zach.
"And what is this party I've been invited to?" asked Becky.
"This is because our wife Aanya is now pregnant. Being invited is a singular distinction," said Zach. "Everyone else is crew."
"I'm happy Anming thinks so highly of me," said Becky. "Am I to understand that after this, we're all going to sleep together? As in sleep together sleep together? There's, what, eight now? How do we fit in a bed?"
"It's only seven. Colette's off doing other things. She's at the party, as you see-"
"Yes, crawling around on all fours. That woman has her on a leash. She looks like the most comfortable woman on a l- oh, ugh!" said Becky. This was in response to the sight of Ayana pulling down her pants expectantly. Alexis directed Colette to lick Ayana's anus. Ayana shut her eyes and cooed with pleasure. Alexis smiled.
"I don't think you've met everyone," said Zach with embarrassment.
"Only the five I met before," said Becky uncertainly. The doorbell rang. "I thought you said everyone is here."
Colby answered the door. It was supposedly the police about a noise disturbance. "Charisse, what have you been up to?"
Charisse ushered in eight muscular men. "You're right, officers. My crewmates are not making enough happy noises. Can you help?"
"And not enough cheesy stripper music," said Colby.
"Let me show you the bedroom," said Zach to Becky. "It's about to get wild out here, and I know you have questions."
"What now?" asked Becky as Zach ushered her down the hallway to the master bedroom.
"Male strippers, a lot of them," said Zach. Some manhood was about to be unleashed back in the living room. He was not at all sure he wanted to see how his lusty wives would respond. It was better for him to make sure Becky was as calm and informed as she could be. She was facing an unusual evening. "Becky, about what Colette did to Ayana back there. That's entirely their thing. Nobody is going to pressure you to do something you're not into."
"Look, this is clearly a wild, wild group of women!" said Becky, trying to reassure herself. "It figures, jet pilots and so forth. I could never do that."
He shut the master bedroom door to dim the pounding technopocalypse music from the strippers' boom box. "Here's our bed."
"Wow," said Becky, kicking off her heels and climbing on. "This IS a big enough bed." She lifted her little tweed hentai skirt and wiggled her ass at him. "I missed you so much, Zach." He pulled her panty hose and panties gently off her flawless and shapely tan ass and legs. "What are you doing, mister?" she accused, as if she didn't know.
Less than ten extremely pleasurable minutes later, Zach was resting to the hilt in Becky, her gorgeous legs spread wide. Her beautiful long brown hair was spread out across the bed, much like herself. Her front was unbuttoned to expose her yummy C tits and dark puckered nipples. He was massaging them gently. They had her hips pointed towards the ceiling. He was aimed straight down into her. "That's wonderful. I can feel your hot sperm racing for my egg, Zach. Mmm. Those little guys are going for it."
"I like your play-by-play," Zach said. They hugged, kissed, and rested quietly together, napping in their post-ejaculation bliss.
The door opened, and Becky twitched hard underneath Zach. "Who the fuck are you?!" Colby yelled over the banging beat of the stripper music. She pushed the bedroom door shut behind her, drowning the shrill music down to a thumping.
"Uhh... hmm..." said Becky, regarding Colby. For the first time since Zach had met her, Becky was at a loss for words.
"She's Becky, darling," explained Zach. "You remember, the woman the other wives invited to join us?"
"What other woman?!" Colby yelled.
The music blared again. "No, no," said Colleen from the doorway. "Wait, wait Colby. I was supposed to tell you. This is my bad."
Colby turned to face Colleen. "What am I supposed to think?" she said. "I come in here to be a good girl. Here I come to not be tempted to rub up against all that throbbing hard dick in the living room. Here he is in our bed balls deep in this... ahem... lady... I've... never had the pleasure of meeting."
Becky was making eyes at Zach and nodding her head towards Colby as if to ask, "Who the hell is this woman?"
"Oh," said Zach. "Becky, this is Dr. Colby Lincoln, yes, of Rensellad fame, and other startups she's founded. She's the wife you haven't met yet. Colby, this is Becky Baines, Attorney at Law. She's the best litigator in Houston."
"I was supposed to brief you, Bee," said Colleen. "I'm sorry you were upset by this. It's my fault."
"I'm pleased to meet you, Doctor Lincoln," Becky said. They shook hands. Even flat on her back, legs spread wide, with Zach on her, Becky's iridescent personality made an impression.
Colby backpedaled. "Well, hmm, pleased to meet you, Becky. Zach, given your position on... the matter, I think you might be biased about the litigator thing."
"Ha ha, yes, bribing the witness," said Becky. Zach knew she hadn't liked the joke. She was sensitive about people challenging her credentials. But she was bending over backwards to be friendly towards Colby. "I'm sorry about the misunderstanding."
"I'm sorry, too," said Colby. "I just got him back, so you can imagine, I'm a little sensitive." She stopped to smirk at them, "I'll grant you're the best litigator in the world. That's certainly the firmest handshake I've ever received from a woman flat on her back in the middle of... heh... a merger. Well, it's the only handshake I've ever received under the circumstances."
"We were just finishing up," Becky smiled, implying a request for Colby and Colleen to please piss off.
The door opened and stripper music blared. The door shut, and Berte was there. "So loud I can't think," she told the four of them, not taking in the scene. "Touching and rubbing. I don't want it," she said. "Hi Becky!" she said brightly, waving.
"Hi, cutie," said Becky. "Sorry, I can't get up."