Chapter Thirty
May 8
th
, 2021
As much as he used to love travelling, Andy was finding that getting around in the post DuoHalo world was a lot more complicated than it had been before. Of course, he had nearly two dozen people relying on his health and schedule now, so perhaps that was why it felt like any time he wanted to go anywhere, it was a major undertaking.
The plan was this afternoon they were going to fly out to DC, so that Andy could have appointments with the other members of the Oversight committee as well as the President herself on Monday and Tuesday. He was anticipating flying back Wednesday, so it wouldn't be
too
disruptive to the schedule, but it still meant some people needed to get dosings before he left, so he'd fucked eight partners in the last twenty-fours, and Emily, who he was inside of at that very moment, made nine.
He was sat up in the bed, his back against Piper, who had her back against the backboard, while Emily was bouncing up and down in his lap, a sort of seated cowgirl that allowed the small English woman to take her time, weaving her hips back and forth to let her slide up and down along his cock.
"Where are you, Andrew?" Emily asked him, turning his head to make him look at her. "You know it's rude to be thinking about something else when you're fucking your wife." The expression on her face was still kind and understanding. Emily had grown a lot emotionally over the last half a year, but she still had elements of self-doubt and concern that she wasn't good enough for him. Andy had done his best through constant reassurance and repeated praise to convince her that she wasn't just Sarah's partner who'd come along for the ride, but her own woman that Andy had also fallen in love with along the way.
"Sorry Em," he said, kissing her neck. "Just some heavy things on my mind, but I shouldn't let them interfere with our time together. I'll try and stop thinking about it."
"What can I do to get you more focused on the here and now?" she giggled, wriggling in his lap. "A bit of roleplay? Having me on all fours?" She moved to nibble on his earlobe. "I'm quite eager to feel you cumming inside me, my love. I think I'm at that sweet spot where you might knock me up, and I'm oh so eager to be bred now that we're wed. Doesn't that excite you? Knowing your blushing British bride is a wanton, desperate bitch for you, yearning to be fucked until she's knocked up, proudly bearing your child? Let me give you a child, Andrew. Claim me. Mark me. Fulfill my body's wants. Own me. Give it to me. Cum in this tight young British
cunt
."
There was something special about Emily whispering profanities into his ear - the fact that she always did so with her posh upper class British accent somehow made the words more exquisite, more taboo, more delicious. And even though he was still nervous about the information Phil had dumped on him mere days earlier, his body knew it had a job to do and when he felt her inner muscles clamping down on him, his body responded in kind and provided her with a load of cum to set her at ease, to fill her body's yearning needs, their lips locking as his orgasm triggered hers, and the two releases entwined into one intense shared moment, linking the two of them in the shared pleasure of the orgasm.
When the moment started to pass, Emily pulled back from the kiss and peered into his eyes, her fingers stroking across the back of his shaved head. "You've still got that worry in your eyes, beloved," she said softly to him. "Sooner or later, I wish you'd let me in."
Piper leaned in and kissed Andy's other cheek. "I think it's probably time, Andy," she said to him. "You can't keep it on your shoulders forever."
"You think Ash can handle it? Now?"
"I think Ash is the toughest woman I've ever met, and I spend my summers surrounded by Olympians, Andy," Piper giggled, stroking his face. "Have a little faith in her."
Andy drew in a deep breath and then sighed it out again. "You're probably right," he agreed, leaning his forehead against Emily's, as the tiny blonde smiled impishly at him. "You're both probably right. Okay, Piper, send out a message and why don't we have all the wives meet us in the Bird Cage in about ten minutes. The three of us should definitely hop through a quick shower first."
"I'm not
that
messy," Piper said with mock indignation.
"M'love," Em giggled, "you've still got his cum dripping down onto your inner thighs."
"Okay, so maybe I
am
that messy."
Piper sent a message out to the wives' chat group before they headed into the bathroom and took a quick shower, although Andy did have to politely ask Piper not to try and push for a
second
dose while they were showering, the athlete's engines seemingly running hot that day. After the shower, the three got dressed and headed out of the master bedroom, heading down the hallway, giving a polite wave to the Air Force repair crews that were rebuilding the walls around the hidden elevator that had been damaged during the assault less than a week ago.
It was astonishing how much it felt like happened on any given day for Andy anymore. He missed the week's long vacation they had had for their honeymoon, when the lot of them had simply sat on a beach and enjoyed the surf and the sand, even on the day when the rain had threatened to flood them off their deck chairs.
"It's nice of you to fly me to D.C., Andrew," Emily said to him as the three of them walked over to the bookcase, finding it already open, meaning at least some of his wives were already upstairs and in the little study. "Hopefully your meeting about Ibanez won't be any crazier than the sort of nonsense that I imagine a director's going to get up to after a year of sitting idly on their bottom. Sometimes they can be like feral creatures, directors, willing to scratch at anything and anyone that upsets their delicate sensibilities. It's so strange, having to break up our shooting schedule by allowing people time away to go back and visit their partners, but I suppose this is going to be more common moving forward."
"What are they doing on the weeks while you're not there?"
"Shooting other people's scenes mostly, but also coverage, pickups, and 2
nd
unit work," Emily said to him, walking with his right arm around her shoulder. "I'm first on the call sheet, but 'Looky Loos' is an ensemble show, so I'm only in like 35-40% of the show's scenes. There's lots of scenes they need to shoot that I'm not in, and that is going to be typical for a lot of productions now. So the scheduling and planning will take more work, but if they really need me for all of a project, they can shoot it in California. If the project was here, I could just take a day off to fly up from LA, have a quickie and then fly back down, but because it's on the other side of the world, that's less plausible."
"Well, the show's set in London, Em," Andy said to her, "and a lot of it is set outdoors in well-known locations, so yeah, it's kinda gonna have to be shot over there. And besides, you're the one who agreed to the show."
"Oh, I'm not complaining, Andrew," she said with a smile, leaning her head against his chest. "I am simply pointing out that these are the things producers need to keep in mind from now on. For the larger teams, it either needs to be less distant from their talent's cock on tap, or they need to prepare to work around on-again-off-again shifts. I'm going to miss you terribly while I'm away. Sleeping by myself sounds truly gruesome."
"You could take Sarah with you, you know, if it'd help you sleep better."
"Maybe for the second or third week while I'm away, but I need to be able to stand on my own two feet at least a little bit," she said, as they reached the top of the stairs, seeing that Moira, Sarah and Niko were already there, hearing Fiona helping Ash's very pregnant, very swollen form up the stairs right behind them, as Andy stepped down to help her up the narrow stairwell.