Founders Ch. 59

"No dreams back at you, girl," texted Aanya.

"So far so good," texted Berte.

"Really? Dish!" texted Aanya. She was showing Zach the messages with a smirk.

"It's a different and wonderful feeling. Nothing missing. Yummy orgasms! I feel so cuddly and happy," texted Berte. Zach was happy at this. He knew Ben would be good for her. Jenny always looked so happy, and she was a very authentic woman. He expected that Ben, for his part, was getting some healing.

"Yum!" texted Aanya. They signed off.

Zach and Aanya made love several times before bed, overnight, and in the morning, always vaginally. She missed the roughness and nastiness of having him in her anal passage. Such things were taboo where she grew up. She actually orgasmed more often when he had her vaginally, but still insisted it was better anally. It was another lesson to him of how much sex was a mental game for women. In contrast, in his experience, being a man was almost reflexively simple.

After breakfast in bed followed by more bed, Zach and Aanya turned their phones on. Their phones each had several messages. Charisse was pregnant. There would be a party tonight at 8 PM at Colby's, as was now the tradition. Zach felt guilty for thinking it. Given the timing of the conception, he had a passing concern for the paternity of the child. The Breeding Bitches had been careful about condom use at the gangbang. Even so, condoms were not one hundred percent effective birth control. She'd had twenty-four virile young men while he'd been attending her. She'd probably had several more while he hadn't been present or watching. Twenty four plus men against one were not odds to dismiss, condom or no condom. Ultimately, it was Charisse's decision. Even if the child wasn't his, the students had been reasonably young and smart. It didn't really matter. He would never treat a child who saw him as a father differently just because they weren't biologically his.

He swung by Alexis's place on the way to work and congratulated Charisse. He gave them all a good fucking to ease their day. He felt strong after being with Aanya even though they'd done it so many times. He worked until his lunch hour. He set something up with Beatrice and drove to his apartment to meet her.

Beatrice was on edge and lusty wet for Zach when they met. He pounded the heck out of her for a few hours. He went harder than he had before, but she took it better. She was adjusting to him. When she was moist, limp, and tenderized, he lubed up her anus and rectum and took it. At first he went gingerly, but with increasing force as he saw it was exciting and moving her deeply. He lasted almost an hour in her rectum before ejaculating. She had several deep groaning orgasms during. After he finished, she called it "a whole different experience" from her college years. She called it "our own special thing" since Eric had never shown any interest.

He had extra work to do given his recent long lunches. He stayed later and caught up. He got a call from Ben. "Ben! How are you doing?"

"Wonderful, wonderful," said Ben. "I was calling to ask you. It's the summer break for me right now. No classes to teach. Would you mind if I stayed in town and visited longer with Berte? She and I were talking about it. I wanted to make sure you were comfortable with it before making definite plans with her."

"I think that would be great," said Zach. "I eavesdropped on her text exchange with Aanya last night. It seems she's smitten with you. But at any rate, Berte is her own person. You don't need my permission for anything, just hers."

"I don't know Zach," said Ben. "I hope you know how Berte talks about you, 'my husband Zach' this and 'my husband Zach' that. She takes the husband and wife bond with you very seriously. It's funny, she talks about you and I talk about Jenny. She asks me a lot about Jenny. I think she's looking for ideas to use in her relationship with you. I keep telling her there's no algorithm. She's unsatisfied with that answer."

"You don't need my permission, Ben," said Zach.

"Sure I do," said Ben. "I understand that her freedom is important to you. You must appreciate that these are particularly difficult social waters. Autistic or not, clear boundaries in these matters are very important. She would never feel comfortable going farther in terms of openness than you've established as a couple. It's good and appropriate for us to communicate so I know the boundaries you've set in terms of openness."

"It's embarrassing to say, but we've never really discussed it," said Zach. "It seems like an obvious thing in retrospect. That is, considering we were looking for whatever you'd call it, experience, good experiences for her."

"You two discussed the one encounter Berte and I had sufficiently. Don't beat yourself up. I'm asking you about something more, thus the call," said Ben. "I would suggest that the two of you should meet and establish something broader. Establish something that would at least encompass the situation we're discussing. I'm happy to facilitate if you want."

"Please stay in town. I'll talk to Berte tonight and work out the details," said Zach. "There's a big NASA party tonight. We'll call you in the morning."

"Incidentally," said Ben. "Berte spoke to me about the arrangements among your crewmates. I had her bump me a dollar, so it's confidential. Zach, you're taking on a lot. I personally can't imagine. Doing the math, is it true?"

"Berte wouldn't lie to you, Ben. What of it?"

"I know how other oriented you are, Zach," said Ben. "Are you sure you're going to be okay?"

Zach snorted, "No! It would be foolish for me to be sure I'll be okay. I'm pretty sure I'm in less danger than the whole rest of the space flight thing. I can tell you it's not a grind, and I don't think it will ever become one. I'll be fine, Ben."

"I can't imagine," said Ben. "When Berte told me about it, my balls actually hurt."

"Don't psych me out, Ben," Zach chuckled. "I've got three of them coming up pretty soon."

"If you ever need to talk, if you need support, I'm here, Zach," said Ben. "Even after launch and on Mars, I understand the message turnaround to Mars is as little as six minutes and averages twenty-four minutes. Berte is a fascinating woman. She wanted to show me the equations, but I begged off."

"I'll remember," said Zach. "And thanks, Ben." They closed the call.

Zach swung by Alexis's house an hour before the party and made love to the Breeding Bitches. Charisse had lots of fun screaming new things like, "Pound my pregnant pussy!" Zach vetoed "Beat my baby basket!" The four showered together and drove to the party in separate cars, arriving only a bit late.

Berte was free. Zach grabbed her for a conversation. "Would you like to see Ben again?" he asked.

"I need to see Ben again!" said Berte.

"Great! He wants to see you, too," said Zach. "He called to ask me for permission. I said yes. More generally, he thinks we should come up with some rules... uh... like if the thing we're doing is a game, what do we want the rules to be?"

Berte switched to text. "This is too complicated for talking. Regarding our romantic or sexual relationships outside the marriage, it is a game, Zach. All situational phenomena are. That's elementary game theory."

"Yes," said Zach, "what you said. What rules should we have, do you think?"

"I think we should ask for and be granted permission to have contact outside the marriage," texted Berte. "We should each know approximately where the other one is at all times for safety. The requests and grants should be specific in terms of instances, or time frames. I don't think we need to get specific about activities."

"That sounds great to me," said Zach. "We're agreed, yes?"

"Agreed," texted Berte.

"In that case, I have some matters to disclose," said Zach.

"I know you boink all our crewmates, if you're worried about that," texted Berte. "They need and deserve your sperm. That's all fine with me. Permission granted."

"That's not all," said Zach.

"Interesting," texted Berte.

"I had five girlfriends before I got picked for the mission," said Zach. "Two of them broke up with me when I gave them the news. Two of them are seeing me. I didn't want to cut them off cold, you understand. One is busy but maybe wants to get together later."

"Interesting," texted Berte. "It seems you should be grandfathered in, since they predate the mission. But I think you need to tell everybody right away. Full disclosure."

"I will do that," said Zach. "And I have another situation."

"Interesting," texted Berte.

"Do you know what a freebie list is?" asked Zach.

"Yes," said Berte. "Do you have a secret famous girlfriend?"

"No, it's the other way," said Zach. "My neighbor's husband approached me, saying his wife had me on her freebie list. This was recently. And would I be willing to see her."

"You said yes," texted Berte. "Or you wouldn't be telling me. That's nasty, sweetie. Both of you. What does he do? Wait at home until his wife returns with cum soaked panties?"

"I don't know. It probably varies among couples," said Zach. "I wasn't waiting for you to return from Ben with cum soaked panties."

"You have a point," texted Berte. "Since there were no rules previously, I suppose you get a pass, although it seems dishonest, Zach. I'm disturbed. Your wetware let you down if you thought I would think this was amusing or even a neutral thing."

"I didn't think at all," said Zach. "I'm sorry. When I was approached, I should have brought it to the wives. I see that now. I simply wanted to make my neighbors happy. And she's a sweet woman. And yes, I was attracted. It seemed harmless. Anming and Colette have met her. You'd like her."

"They knew?" texted Berte.

"No, not about the fucking. Just about the friendship," said Zach. "Well, Colette suspected the fucking."

Berte sent a group text, "Trigonometry meeting. Master bedroom. Five minutes. Active members only. And Colette, we need you to attend."

Zach felt nervous. Berte was doing exactly the right thing, though. He was proud. Look at her, tackling a difficult social thing.

Anming, Colleen, Aanya, and Colette joined Berte and Zach in the master bedroom. "I'm going to use the screen," Berte said. On the screen, the text appeared, "I brought you here to sort out a social situation. We all know about Zach's activities among the crew. But he has other romantic, physical relationships that he hasn't discussed with us. Maybe this is trivial, but I'm out of my depth and need your help. Zach, please describe your other relationships."

"I had multiple girlfriends before I was picked," said Zach. I told them before the press conference, and most broke up with me. Two remain. I've gone out with Becky for over two years. We've seen each other twice since the press conference. At first, I honestly didn't know whether these women just wanted to talk, have some resolution, or..."

"Get real, Zach. You're you," said Colleen. "Of course they wanted to fuck your brains out, and I'd bet you knew this to a reasonable certainty. What do you want to do about them?"

"Becky wants to keep seeing me until the launch," said Zach. "You have to understand, we were probably going to start a family together. We were all waiting for what our course in life would be. You can understand that."

"Do you feel guilty that you did this?" asked Anming.

"No," answered Zach. "We all have personal lives to wrap up before leaving Earth. If any of you had asked me about it, I would have told you. Note that I haven't asked any of you whether you have existing loose ends, relationship-wise."

"That's because we already would have told you, Zach," said Colleen. That hurt.

"I'm sorry I let you all down. It wasn't my intention. I honestly thought of these as loose ends. But there is something I feel a little bit guilty about," said Zach. "When I was gone last Wednesday and Saturday nights, I was seeing Becky."

"You fucker!!" cried Aanya. "We were worried about you!"

"I told a white lie," explained Zach. "Becky deserved to see me to work things out for herself. I didn't really think it would amount to anything more. Most women are out the door the moment you cease to be a prospect. Most want to politely shut the door, slam it, whatever, say their piece on the way out. I support that."

"What do you intend to do about her?" asked Colleen.

"Well, she wants to see me periodically up until the launch," said Zach. "Now, I'm going to Mars with all of you, not her. If you demand that I dump her, I'll dump her."

"You don't feel the least bit guilty about this, do you?" said Anming.

"I don't," said Zach. "Trigonometry was founded on the semblance of monogamy, not the actuality of it. That was the big lie we all knew. I had the expectation that we were all not asking and not telling. Anyway, I expected this was a brief thing, not a big deal. I only just found out she wanted to keep seeing me until launch."

"The big lie was intended to apply to your other crewmates, not every bimbo you've ever met," said Colleen.

"Hey!" said Berte, pointing to the screen. "That's not all, is it Zach? Tell them about Beatrice."

Anming read the text and turned to Zach, livid, "You whore!" she screamed. Colleen held her, a little confused as to exactly what was going on.

Zach said, "Beatrice is my neighbor. I was on her freebie list. Her husband asked me to do it. I know I should have brought it up with all of you first. I'm sorry."

"Number one wife?" asked Colleen. "What should we do with him?"

Anming turned and fumed at Zach. "At party - good boy," she growled. "After party - fuck out of here!" She pointed in the direction of the front door. "We discuss! Call tomorrow ten hundred hours!"

"Yes, ma'am," answered Zach. Anming was exhibiting none of her usual deference or grammatical excellence. She was extremely pissed.

"Hey!" Berte cried. "Look at the screen!"

Berte texted, "To Zach's credit, he raised the subject with me the instant we created a rule that required it. We were establishing the rules of our open relationship. There was no agreement in place before I just now established one. I'm disturbed by some of the things he just told us. However, I acknowledge that he was under no agreed-upon obligation to disclose this information to us."

"We'll continue this later," Anming fumed.

"I admit I'm pissed too," said Colleen. "But also I find it laughably amazing. In the midst of all this, Zach was fucking yet more women on the side." She tittered. "What a fucking amazing slut you are, Zach! The Breeding Bitches don't hold a candle."

"Thank you?" said Zach.

Aanya was upset. Berte was hugging her and whispering to her. They seemed to be working it out between them.

When they all returned to the pregnancy party, Michaela and Charisse were anxious to hand out some gifts. Michaela had new stainless steel and impact resistant ceramic chokers for Trigonometry. They were the same design, replacing plastic with the much more durable ceramic and metal.

Charisse had a gift for Zach. It was a bronze replica of his penis mounted on a graduated wooden base. The bronze plaque on the base said "#1 Fuck Buddy Award." Before Zach could accept it, Berte snatched it. She put a piece of masking tape over the bronze plaque on the base and wrote in magic marker "ZACH IS A GREAT BIG PRICK." There was laughter and applause from most of the women. Those who didn't know better just thought it was a cute prank. Colby had a great big cathartic laugh. She almost pissed herself. Berte placed it proudly on the mantle over the fireplace.

The police came to the door regarding a noise complaint. But it wasn't actually the police. It was four male strippers. They started up a silly looking boom box with some cheesy music on it and started dancing. They were all bodybuilders ranging from an Asian stripper who was 5'11" to the black stripper who was 6'8". There was also a lily white redheaded stripper and a Latino stripper. Their strip show was very provocative.

Zach couldn't keep up with the mayhem they were causing in the room. Within a minute, Alexis was openly deep-throating the dick of the well-hung black stripper. His dick had to be 10" at least and girthier than Zach's. The Latino stripper got frisky with Ayana, chasing her, squealing, around the room. The Asian man was giving Anming a lap dance. They were chatting back and forth amicably in Mandarin. He was saying nasty things to her, because she was blushing and hitting him gently like he had misbehaved. He was trying to get her to spank him. He was waving his hardening dick in her laughing face. Now the white stripper and the Latino stripper had cornered Ayana. They lifted her up into the air and paraded her around the room, groping her at the same time. She was laughing uncontrollably and complaining, "I'm going to piss myself! I'll piss myself!"

These women were having way too much fun with these strippers. Zach continued to watch the fun. The huge black man had been made raging hard by Alexis's exquisite cock sucking. Now he had a hold of Colby, who had been sitting next to Alexis. He had lifted her off her feet and was stroking his giant dick on her panty clad crotch. He was stroking his hard dick back and forth along her slot through her panties. Without warning, he flipped her, and she shrieked. He pulled her panties aside and tongued her vulva and vagina deeply. In the meantime, his raging hard dick was right there. Colby did her level best to swallow as much of it as she could manage, spit drooling. He had to face it: he was extremely envious. It bothered him to see Colby playing with another man under the circumstances.

The Asian stripper had a big towel obscuring Anming and his torso. There was a look of pleasure on his face. He was making encouraging noises of pleasure. It seemed that behind the towel Anming was sucking the man's penis. Zach would not get up to look. Only Michaela, who was sitting between Anming and the wall, could see what was going on behind the towel. She was looking on with interest, so his guess was that Anming was going for it. Well, he had wanted her to sow some wild oats. Plus, this could likely be a result of her being super pissed at him at the moment. Zach knew he deserved it. Or, maybe the guy was just extremely persuasive. He couldn't understand a word they were saying to each other.

The Asian stripper dropped the towel and sprayed squirt after squirt of cum on Anming's face. He continued to ejaculate on her knit top and on her hands. She was laughing and trying to ward off the long and incessant cumshot. A roar of hilarity rose from Anming getting her front thoroughly basted. The Asian stripper then plopped himself down next to Colleen, stretched out in her lap, and started twerking gently. This man was a hardworking stripper.

Colby was nearly having intercourse with the black stripper at this point. He was rolling on a giant condom with her help. It was time for him to clear out. He whispered in Alexis's ear, "Okay if I sleep at your place?"

"Let yourself in and make yourself at home," said Alexis. "We'll be home eventually."

(To be continued)