Mike & Karen Ch. 30

"To what am I to take offence, darling?" Jenny asked, smirking. "The fact that you're right about it being easier for me, or you using the rather vulgar term 'bumfuck'?"

Lisa blushed, while Janet and Mona snickered. Karen shook her head.

Jenny winked at Lisa and tilted her head at Mike. "Have you forgotten how improper I can be? Bumfuck? What do you think Michael was doing to me last night?"

"Jenny!" Karen gasped, looking at her friend in feigned shock while Mona and Janet both burst out laughing. Even Lisa was giggling. It was nearly thirty seconds before the girls had calmed down. Mike and Alex just watched in amusement. This was part of the tradition, after all. And it was only going to get grander.

"So now you've met the guy who captured your beloved Princess' heart, the man you moved aside for without even knowing him, and he's drilling you in the butt?" Janet asked in her predictably blunt manner. Jenny, equally predictably, was not at all fazed by it.

"Just so," she confirmed. "Kat loves him more than even she understands. I think only Michael and I do. And yes, at the time, I was hurt, but not jealous hurt. I loved Kat too much to not let her find her happiness, and I prayed every night through my tears that she did."

Karen took Jenny's hands in hers and they pressed their foreheads together, sharing a moment. Janet bit her lip as she tried to not cry.

"In any event," Jenny continued, smiling at them again. "Having met Michael some two weeks ago, it was immediately obvious to me why Kat had fallen for him. And to my perverted delight, she has no problem in sharing him with me. Or, more to the point, he has no problem with sharing Kat and myself. I confess, I hardly presented any challenge to get into bed."

"Speaking of playing to type," Karen said dryly, making the other women all giggle, especially Jenny. "Ladies, it grows late, and tomorrow is the beginning of a spectacular new arc in all our lives. What say we embrace sleep and meet it head-on?"

"Li'l dramatic there, Kar," Mona laughed. "I mean, we've had these reunions before, and we're thrilled to see Jordan and the Cuntess again, but... new arc? Maybe for you, becoming queen of your family and all."

"Heresy," Karen sighed, shaking her head as Mike helped her stand up from the couch, followed by Jen and Millie, while Alex helped his aunts up. She looked at Lisa now. "Do you need to call Donna?"

"I guess I should," Lisa admitted, not exactly relishing the idea, but knowing she needed to. "She's two hours behind us, so she should still be awake. I wish I could send her pics and stuff, but this junky ol' phone doesn't have a working camera, or any media capability."

"We'll find a laptop to put in your room so that you can access email and so on," Karen said readily. "Let us wrap up for the evening, ladies."

Everyone stood in a little circle, holding champagne glasses while Val filled them with bubbly. Mike held up his glass, and everyone put their arm around the waist of the person on their left. Val watched on quietly nearby.

"To old friends, new beginnings, and new adventures," he declared.

"New adventures," they all said before draining their glasses.

"Mmmm, naughty boy," Janet teased, looking at Alex. "You're not old enough to drink yet, y'know. Your aunties are going to have to spank your butt."

"Just don't use your palm, I've nearly broken mine a few times over that thing," Karen pointed out, making the women laugh while Alex played his part and rolled his eyes. "By-the by, in the morning, no makeup for any of the ladies, okay?"

"Ooh, lemme guess, you're bringin' in some spa people and we all get yummy facial treatments?" Mona laughed. "I'm down with that, Princess!"

Everyone got lots of hugs and kisses, promising to see one another again in the morning. Mike and Karen led the way out of the room, followed by Jen and Millie, then Mona, Janet, and Lisa, with Alex bringing up the rear. Val stayed behind to clean up and close down the lounge.

She was humming to herself as she put things back where they belonged and placed the glasses and plates on the cart she'd been serving from. It made her heart flutter to watch all these wonderful people reunited, and she restrained a giddy squeal and little dance at the thought of Mona, Janet, and Lisa seeing Alexa again tomorrow.

She couldn't wait.

***

Down the hallway, the east wing...

"So what is becoming of you two?" Mike asked, looking down at the countess and the baronetess, who was walking arm-in-arm, just as he was with Karen. "Planning to roll the dice and sleep in Jen's quarters?"

"I love the sound, but that is simply a recipe for disaster," Millie sighed, shaking her head. "No, Little Lord Prat must be seen to, I am afraid."

"Then let me do it, lovey," Jenny said, turning to face her younger sister and holding her gently by the arms. "He is my grandson, after all, and it's my fault you got stuck with him. I'll take this watch. You sleep in my room."

"Oh, I don't know, Jen," Millie said uncertainly.

"I'll make sure Miss Prospero brushes your hair again," Jenny offered with a sly smile.

She could tell Millie was weakening but there was still the hesitation.

"And I want to go to bed," Mike announced, nodding his head, like Zeus. "Jen, go sleep with your grandson. Millie, you'll sleep in your sister's luxurious bed, and you'll like it."

"Yessir," they both said reflexively while Karen smirked. She understood better than anybody, after all. The four of them hugged before going their separate ways, with Millie slipping into Jen's suite while Mike and Karen entered the master suite and closed the door. Jenny took the stairs down to the second floor, making sure her grandson didn't escape and burn the place down.

"So, husband," Karen lilted as she strolled into their bedroom and did a slow, elegant twirl while stepping out of her heels. "Was today everything you imagined?"

Mike nodded as he came up to her and began undressing her. She waited in quiet anticipation, sometimes biting her lip while she looked up at him. "Indeed it was. I expected the girls to enjoy their surprises."

"I imagine getting laid by two horny cougars didn't hurt your mood either," she quipped, allowing herself a smirk while she held her arms out and allowed him to slip her blouse off. He knelt and began undoing her skirt now.

"I don't need to tell you that they just warmed me up for the main event, Gordon," Mike replied, pulling her skirt away, leaving her clad only in her lacy black bra, her garters, and the stockings they were holding up. She hadn't, of course, been wearing panties.

"I'm counting on that, DeBourne," she breathed, feeling herself already on the verge of squirming. She wondered if he could see her getting wet. She certainly could, a tingle she did not want to deny. "I have, after all, gone without since early this morning in the shower."

"That must have been an eternity for you, Princess," he mused, smiling at her, standing up now to tower over her. She ran her palms over his broad, powerful chest, allowing herself the pleasure of reveling in it before he bent at the waist, allowing her to pull his tee off.

There was no one else for him to see to tonight, there was only her. Not Jenny, not Mona, not Janet, not even Miss Prospero. He was hers alone.

And tonight, that felt perfect.

She tossed his shirt away, circling around him for a moment, trailing her soft hand over his muscles before kneeling in front of him, unbuckling the belt and his jeans. For now, she ignored the bulge in the front of the pants, looking up at him instead, maintaining eye contact.

It was one of those little things she'd been taught all those years ago in her courtesan training. Stay focused on your partner, and never treat them like meat, or a mere collection of body parts. There were times for that sort of reaction, and this wasn't one of them.

She would never stop showing this man she worshipped him, just as she knew he did her. It was the fundamental truth that held her existence together, more than any law of science could.

Karen pulled the jeans down his muscular legs, and he stepped out of them, leaving him clad only in his boxers. Soon enough, these too were gone, and she finally stared hungrily at his engorged manhood, resting mere inches in front of her. Tonight, she would go first.

She put her hands around its girth, lifting it slowly. He wasn't erect, but she could tell he was getting aroused at the sight of her body, her presence, her scent. Her mere existence drove Michael DeBourne wild in a way no other mere woman could. It thrilled her no end to be the vessel chosen to bring excitement, lust, and fulfillment to him. What a duty to be given!

The bronze-haired goddess began kissing him around the head and shaft slowly, her free hand resting on his powerful, sculpted thigh, bracing her in place as she was servicing him. She let out a sigh that he could hear, an indication of her bliss, her yearning for his pleasure. She slipped him inside her mouth, relaxing her jaw and beginning to bob back and forth, her pace slow, deliberate, languorous. She was in no rush tonight.

She moaned as she felt his erection swelling in her mouth and throat.

***

A mostly dormant room down the hall...

"Yeah, I'm turnin' in for the night," Lisa said, speaking into her phone. "No, I'm in this big ol' room by myself, D, I... no, nobody is sleepin' in this room with me."

It wasn't a lie, there would be nobody sleeping in this room with her, if for no other reason than she wasn't sleeping in here either. She'd be sleeping next door with Janet and Mona. They were no doubt getting ready for bed themselves at this point. She worried she was missing out on excited chatter and gossip. She'd missed it all so.

"How'm I supposed to prove it, D?" she asked, trying to sound reasonable. "This phone doesn't have media or internet functions, remember? I suppose I could borrow a laptop and a camera and try to send... no, I don't think my inability to send you photos is a direct consequence of being here and not back home. I couldn't do those things back home, either."

She listened quietly for a moment, staring blankly at a wall. "Yeah, it's one of the guest rooms, a big one on the third floor. Yeah, the third floor is the top level, D. I certainly never meant to make the place sound like Drumpf Towers. It's a lot classier than that."

Well, except maybe for Blong in the foyer... she mused.

"Yeah tomorrow's another day where they're gettin' ready for the big housewarming, I told you, it's kinda important. Kar's the first woman in her family's thousand-year history to be the head honcho, the matriarch of the whole thing. First ever. I- oh, c'mon, D, don't say that..."

She pulled her hand down her face, listening to her wife go off about how this woman's ascent to temporary power was no threat to the patriarchy, and even worse, she was still a member of the enemy, the elites who kept everyone down. Lisa knew already not to mention philanthropists like Oprah, Diane von Furstenburg, or Mackenzie Scott, because they were still wealthy women, and that made them the enemy.

"Look, I don't think I'm gonna go sleep under a bridge tonight to prove a point, it's not exactly warm out, y'know," Lisa sighed, despairing of having called, as she usually did. "You've already made it abundantly clear that I'm not allowed to stay for Mona's birthday, or Alex's, despite the fact that I'm his godmo- yes, I hear the horn-thingy, and the drum, you're all being summoned to your circle again."

She shook her head.

"I s'pose you'd better get going, D, I know you're a big deal in that circle and they rely on you for guidance. Get in there and knock 'em dead," Lisa said halfheartedly, making little pretend uppercut motion in front of her herself. "Yep, I'll call in the mor- okay, you call me. Yep, have fun. Love you. Bye."

She really hoped she'd restrained her groan until after the call ended. She couldn't be too sure will this janky old phone, after all. Taking a moment to compose herself, she took several deep breaths and then headed out of the room and back to the one she shared with Janet and Mona, smiling as she walked in.

"So, what did I miss?" she asked brightly. Her friends were already in their Pussycat pajamas, giggling and laughing as they had a little pillow fight. "You guys aren't mad at me about the whole havin' to wear clothes to bed, are you?"

"Haven't we told you that like four times already, girl?" Mona asked, pausing to give Lisa a wry look, but she got thumped by Janet with a pillow for her efforts and knocked over into the pile of endless cushions and pillows. "Gah! You skank!"

"Y'snooze, y'lose, Bresc!" Janet cackled, putting her foot on Mona's butt and striking a triumphant pose with her fist in the air. Lisa was snickering, watching them mess around, the way they always had. Normally, she would've been involved, and they would've been naked. But times changed, and she wasn't happy about that.

"As I was saying, before Cheaty McSlut here got in a free shot," Mona grumbled from down in the pillows. "We told you we understand, Li. If wearing pajamas is the price we gotta pay for you to crash in here with us, so be it."

"Guess I'm just feelin' guilty about it," Lisa said with a shrug. "Time to put my PJs on."

"Y'want us to give you a moment, hon?" Janet asked, lifting her foot off Mona, who began to stand up now.

"'s'no need, guys, I can just go into the bathroom and get-"

"Your pajamas are in here, doofus, and you should stay here to get changed," Janet pointed out with a laugh. "Bres'n'me will go wait outside while you do your thing. Get hoppin'."

She took Mona by the hand and led her out of the room. Lisa sighed and shrugged, stripping out of her clothes and getting into her pajamas, which matched those worn by her friends.

"Gonna take a while to loosen her up about the whole thing, isn't it?" Janet mused as she walked down the hallway, hand-in-hand with Mona.

"Can't blame her, she's here without her wife," Mona said with a shrug. "I mean, even if she's excited to see us, she's gotta be feelin' some separation anxiety. She's only been married five years, it's hardly the thirty that Princess and Mongo're celebrating."

"True enough," the brunette agreed. "And it's as long as my first marriage lasted."

"Li'll be happy to know she beat you at something," Mona giggled. "She can claim she was a better wife than you."

"Oh, shut it, you hussy," Janet sighed, turning and pulling the still giggling Mona into another room, closing the door behind them and then pressing her against the wall. "I figure we give her two minutes, and then go back in, right?"

"Sounds about right," the black girl breathily agreed, unbuttoning and opening her pajama top, exposing her plump breasts. Janet did the same, and then they both pulled down the pajama bottoms, letting them puddle around their ankles. Janet then pressed her body into Mona's, their breasts squashing and their pussies touching. "Two minutes is about all we'll need, I figure."

"For a good-night kiss? Should be sufficient," Janet murmured, kissing her friend lovingly as they squirmed their bodies together.

***

The west wing master suite...

Alex was lying naked on his bed, rolled onto his side and watching his laptop screen intently, smiling as he stroked his hard cock with a lubricated sleeve. On the screen, he was watching Alexa fucking Freja and Jeanie, the three of them in a big, sapphic tangle on the girls' bed. They were all flushed, slick with sweat, and moaning loudly. Thankfully, he had his earbuds in.

"Y... y'watching, Alex?" his wife panted, looking over at the camera of her laptop for just a moment before she squeezed her eyes shut and writhed in response to Freja's wicked tongue in her pussy. "See what we're doing for you?"

"I'm watchin', and lovin' it," he assured her. "You look amazing together, but y'don't need me to tell you that."

"Bet you're wishin' you were here, stud," Jeanie panted, squirming heatedly since she had Alexa's fist inside her, while the gorgeous blonde sucked on her clit. Jeanie's eyes were glazed over, Alex was impressed that she still remembered how to speak, frankly. "We wish you were, best believe it."

"Soon enough, you'll be able to do that stuff here again," he pointed out. He watched as Freja rolled Alexa onto her stomach and then pulled up on her lower body. The incredibly flexible blonde's spine bent easily, and then Freja was standing on the bed, straddling and scissoring her legs with her lover's. She pressed her pussy down on Alexa's and began grinding hard, making his wife moan into Jeanie's crotch. Jeanie's hands gripped Alexa's long hair as she writhed in pleasure.

It wasn't long before all three girls were wailing loudly, and then they bucked, shuddered, and began to cum together. Alex grunted, jerking his cock hard and spurting cum into the toy wrapped around his length. Granted, it didn't feel anywhere near as good as cumming inside his wife, but it got him where he needed to go.

He sighed contentedly as all three girls collapsed onto the mattress, chests heaving and bodies glistening with cum and sweat. They caressed one another feebly, not able to do much else. Finally, Alexa pulled them both in to share a slow, wet kiss. Freja and Jeanie snuggled into her tiredly. She smiled at him now.

"Alex, can we leave the cameras on overnight?" she asked, her voice betraying her exertions. "If I wake up, I may wanna see you, even if you're sleeping."

He nodded. "I'll keep the camera on for you, no problem. What time're you getting here?"

"Well, Kar told me they're all gonna go have morning tea over in Jordan's cottage early, so we'll be back once we know they're all over there," Alexa said, still sounding like she'd run a marathon. "You're planning on letting them find me by myself, right?"

Another nod. "Fre and Jeanie'll stay up here with me, and then I'll wait for the signal from dad to join. After that comes the fun part of lettin' 'em all in on our secret."

"I may die of anxiety before that," she sighed, shaking her head. "How can you be so calm?"

"We'll, I'm full of endorphins because I just jerked off," he pointed out. "And I know my aunts."

"Knowing shit is cheating, DeBourne," she sniffed, making Freja and Jeanie giggle. "We oughta finally sleep, gotta be up early and shower, right?"

"We'll get all your final prep done here, but yes," Alex confirmed. "Look forward to it, Alexa, I know I am. It's important to me that they know you're back, and that you're my wife."

"It means everything to me, Alex," Alexa assured him, and her angelic voice brooked no doubt on the matter. "Sleep well, I'll talk to you tomorrow morning. I love you."

"Love you too. G'night, guys..." he said before getting out of the bed to go clean himself up and get ready for sleep. Tomorrow was the biggest day yet in a parade of big days over the past several months, and while he wasn't nervous, he was a lot more giddy and excited than he let on. Like his dad, he'd be the calm and collected one. Look after everyone else first. See to yourself later.

Tomorrow couldn't get here soon enough.

***

Jenny's guest suite...

Millie was lying on her side and took a deep inhale. The pillows and sheets smell like Jen. She doesn't let them change the sheets back at Heatherly for at least two or three days either. It's so comforting.

Even if Jen was the 'reckless' one, the smell of Millie's older sister had always brought her comfort, reminding her of happy times. And here she was, back at Blackshack, surrounded by the smell of her sister, and getting ready to embark on new adventures.