Mike & Karen Ch. 27

Jen smiled slyly. "Don't give away too many secrets about your Master's rammer, you wouldn't want to ruin the surprise when it's finally Glenda's turn, would you?"

Val looked up at the taller woman and smirked. "My lady, I have no idea what you're talking about."

Jenny laughed gaily and kissed Val on the forehead. The servant girl curtsied gracefully and then exited the room.

Jenny clambered into her bed and sighed as the room lapsed into darkness. What a whirlwind of a three days... she was reunited with her dearest and most beloved friend, she'd just been ravaged over the past several hours with the best sex of her life, and she was about to take an extended vacation that promised to be nothing but pleasure, fun, and love.

Jenny Penrose, you may not deserve this, but just don't do anything to screw it up, she instructed herself, although that seemed fairly obvious. Can a splendid life get even better?

When she woke up in the morning, she'd find out.

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Karen's boudoir, next door...

"That went well," Mike remarked as he stood behind his wife, towering over her while he brushed her lustrous bronze hair. She seemed to be letting it grow out a little again, and he enjoyed paying attention to it. "I think Jen enjoyed herself."

"Your gift for understatement has been duly noted, sir," Karen sighed, trying not to purr as he pulled the brush along her scalp, giving her shivers of pleasure. Nobody, anywhere, had ever been able to brush her hair as well as her husband could. At moments like this, she swore she would have married him for that trait alone. "But yes, I think the countess is well and truly pleased with her decision to visit."

"I'm glad for her, but I'm enjoying the effect it had on you," he remarked, her silken hair spilling through his fingers as he brushed. "You're pretty much on Cloud Nine, aren't you?"

"I'm always on Cloud Nine, my love, and that has everything to do with you," she said, her enchanting voice touching him as it always had, since the first night he'd met her. "With Jenny around, the cloud may just be a little fluffier somehow, that's all. With you, Alex, and Alli in my life, only you could find a way to make said life a little more like... Heaven."

"One does what one can, of course," he reasoned, making her smile. He finally put down the brush and helped her to her feet. Karen took his arm and then walked slowly into the bedroom, where she shrugged her robe off, leaving her naked in front of the titan man she worshipped and loved more than anything. Smiling up at him, she undid the knot of his robe and slowly pushed the garment off his massive frame, exposing him to her. She went slowly to her knees.

She couldn't help it. Even after over thirty years, the sight of this man's body made her mouth go dry.

She also knew that the night wasn't finished until he'd climaxed inside her. He'd done so for Jenny already, of course, but he still needed to see to her. He wouldn't have it any other way, and she loved him for it.

Karen traced her fingers along his long, thick shaft before lifting it and giving the head kisses. Soon, her tongue was snaking around it, while her hand massaged the length, causing him to swell. It meant the world to her that nobody, even after all these decades, was able arouse this magnificent man like she could.

She pushed her mouth down his length, feeling him hardening, and she moaned around him, reveling in the feeling of his powerful hands clasping her, fingers in her hair while she knelt before him. She slowly began bobbing back and forth, shivering at the swelling she felt, her pussy already wet from knowing that mere minutes from now, he'd be deep inside her, making her cum.

She knew he'd leave the manner of their lovemaking tonight up to her. He'd dominated both women when they'd had sex earlier, his immense strength thrilling them both. Now, it was time to treat his wife with the reverence he felt she deserved, and that meant she would choose what he did for her now. Forget the sheer size of his member, and where it touched inside her, forget the incredible power of his body, he was always a generous lover. He always had been, since the night she gave herself to him.

He was good and hard finally, pulsing in her mouth and between her lips as she moved them back and forth. She pulled back and looked up at him seductively, her hand massaging along his shaft. She rose to her feet and then slinked over to the bed, smiling at him over her shoulder. Silently, she clambered onto the plush mattress and stayed near the edge on all fours. She smirked and wiggled her behind at him, showing him her wet, slippery womanhood, ready for him.

Mike stood behind her, taking hold of her hips while she braced herself. With one hand, he maneuvered his cock into position, teasing it against her pliant lips and the pulsing clit just below. Karen shivered and bit her lower lip as she felt him penetrate, her sigh becoming a loud moan as his member slid slowly into her, right to her core.

Still on her hands and knees, Karen hung her head, trembling and letting out a muffled gasp as she tried to adjust. He'd already had sex with her tonight, but this still felt different somehow, because it was once again only the two of them. His strong hands gripped her, holding her tight, making sure she knew she was pinned to him, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Once she had adjusted, Karen began to rock, pushing herself slowly along his length, to the place where only the head was still in her, before taking him deep inside again, stretching and filling her like no one else. She sighed and moaned, starting to grind her hips in circles as well, leaning lower so that her face was almost in the covers, her rear the air, an incredibly submissive position.

Mike took over, gripping her hips as he sank deep into her at a different angle, making her shudder. She felt his cock slide down inside her, pushing her tunnel wide. Her mouth dropped open as he fucked her, took control of her, and claimed her. There was nobody else who could do this for her. She could never belong to anyone else the way she belonged to him.

And she knew that he felt the same about her. Nobody but her held his heart, protected it and owned it like she did.

As wild and wonderful as these three days had been, this denouement was perfection; just the two of them and a world around them to be ordered. Jenny was with them, and the semester would soon be drawing to a close. They would both be fifty that summer, but they were as wildly in love as they had ever been since meeting in their second year of university. So many things were coming into place now, a new and wonderful chapter awaiting them.

And as long as they had each other, life was complete.

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Author's Notes: Don't forget the stinger after these notes, folks!

Well now, Jenny has landed, discovered that she feels like she belongs, and is resolved to stay. Rest assured, that will keep things interesting and refreshing for some time, especially for the staff. I'm quite looking forward to what comes next.

Speaking of, the first chapter of my spin-off, 714 Bridle Path, is just around the corner. I've got another MK chapter to fit in, then you'll see it published. Of course, it runs side-by-side with Mike & Karen, as well as Freja & Jeanie, and the miniseries stories about Lisa, Mona, and Janet, once they arrive. This universe keeps getting bigger and bigger.

Also very likely is a miniseries called The Intimate Memoirs of Lady Jenny Penrose, which I have a few great ideas for already.

The plot was pretty straightforward, I like to think, and touched on a lot of people. A lot of hints about things past were dropped, and they'll be delved into with the flashbacks. For once, I think I had no music to reference or delve into. Been a while since that happened.

Watermelon, cantaloupe, watermelon, cantaloupe...

In theatre, if you're supposed to make indistinct crowd noises, that is one of the possible things you can mumble. It's quite a popular trick in London's theatre scene, which is funny, since what the Hell would those fogbreathers know about either of those gourds?

Do you get the feeling that Mike and Karen had Val's outfits made in bulk? "I want one hundred of these maid outfits." "One hundred, sir?" "Just get to sewing."

I imagine the hookah lounge is gonna be a popular room where a lot of scenes take place. Same with the onsen and the tea house when they're finally ready in the late Spring. And let's not forget the arcade and the gaming room, after all...

Are you now a little more prepared for dinner with Her Majesty? You know you're going to try that fork thing, right? Don't worry, it'll be our secret.

With this chapter, the Alexaverse is taking a very brief nap, because I have several stories to catch up on- Time Rider, The Great Khan, Sapphic Serenity, Amberley Bloodstar, and My Naughty Neighbour all need some TLC. Thankfully, Amberley, Sapphic and Time Rider's next chapters are nearly done already, so I can storm ahead. Then back to dealing with our crew here.

I have over four thousand followers, and when I started writing on here, I never would have guessed hitting that number. I'm flattered, and I'm grateful. If you're still reading the Alexaverse, that means you're invested in the outcomes and well-being of these characters. I know I certainly am. And I know that Mike & Karen has been a slow burn in many senses, but I think you'll agree that it's worth it. They're my favourite power couple.

Stay safe, don't get monkeypox, punch Nazis, and stand with Ukraine.

Oh, and keep your stick on the ice, of course!

• Management

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CNE Bandshell, 1984, a very wet evening...

"Well, I wasn't expecting that," Mike sighed as he walked, holding a huge umbrella over Connor and Ronnie while Orion and Anne came behind, under another umbrella. "Is it me, or was Sinatra surly and drunk?"

"He seemed to be," Orion grunted, shaking his head. "Bad manners too, storming offstage like that. I don't know how your mom managed to convince you to not go back to his dressing room and give him what-for, but I'm glad she did."

"I was real close," the very large fourteen-year-old said, trying not to glower as they trudged through the downpour that had ended the event, even if Sinatra's tantrum on stage hadn't. "But when mom gets that tone in her voice..."

"And don't you forget it, Michael Elvis Charlemagne DeBourne," Anne chided, making Connor and Ronnie laugh. They weren't terribly into Sinatra or the Rat Pack in general, but it had still been fun.

"Did he really forget the words?" Ronnie asked, seeming surprised. "I thought those old-timey guys were all pros. They look like it on TV. My childhood is ruined forever."

"Still, nice trip down to Toronto," Mike mused with a shrug. "Can't really think that we missed much of anything, right?"

They disappeared around a corner as they headed to the parking lot where their old station wagon was waiting.

Mere seconds later, another small group rounded the same corner.

"I must say, I didn't expect that," Jenny remarked as she walked away from the venue, arm-in-arm with Kat, followed closely by Jonathon and Miranda. "Is it just me, or was Sinatra drunk while he was performing? Not to mention forgetting all his words."

"He certainly seemed to be," Karen grumbled, scowling as Jordan held the large umbrella over them. Jonathon was holding one for himself and his wife. They were heading back to the limo through the pouring rain. "The nerve, getting angry and walking off stage like that, before he'd completed his set. Who does he think he is?"

"He's the man who got told off in his own green room by a fourteen-year-old girl about having no manners," Jenny laughed. "I can't believe even you did that."

"That makes at least two of us, my dear girl," Jonathon said from behind, staying close. "When my kitten insisted on going back there and bullied her way past the security guards, I thought I might be heading for a night in the cells."

"Count on Kat to make the impossible happen," Jenny gushed, hugging Karen's arm as they marched along. "And yes, maybe Sinatra was drunk, and maybe the thunder was too loud, maybe we got rained out of a concert we were all looking forward to, but... I still had fun! What could we possibly have missed to make it better?"

If they'd only known...

~fin~

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