Mike & Karen Ch. 32

"We can do that," Alex replied readily. "The guys keep their instruments here at this point anyway, so we'll set up now and meet you in the dining room."

Everyone else cleared out while Alex began directing his friends. Alexa looked back at him, smiled and winked, blowing him a kiss before following the others to the Old Lounge for drinks.

"Right," he said, nodding and pointing at the dais. "We're gonna move that harpsichord, carefully. It's from the 1770s, and dad'll kill us all, resurrect us, and kill us again if we breathe on it wrong. Once it's down, you handle getting the instruments up there and I'll get speakers in place..."

They were hauling equipment back and forth, determined to make a good impression, when somebody wandered into the ballroom. Alex had his back to the entrance and was kneeling down hooking up wires. Tad, Dave, and Anthony, on the other hand, found themselves confronted with a little person they didn't know.

"Who're you?" Percy demanded, scowling at the three young adults he'd never seen before.

"Oh, uh," Ted said uncertainly, wondering why there was a child wandering around the Manor, seemingly unsupervised. "Well, I'm Ted, and that's Anthony, and that's Dave. We're friends of Alex. What's you're name?"

"You sound stupid," the boy sneered. "I'm an earl, and that makes me better than you!"

The three young men stared at him in bemusement while he scowled back at them before pointing at the floor in front of himself.

"Kneel!" he demanded.

Dave looked at his two friends. "He's jokin', right?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Percy shrilled. "I'm better than you! Kneel!"

Behind the speakers, Alex sighed as he bipped a button on his smartwatch.

"Andrea," he said quietly. "Don't suppose you're near the ballroom and avails for some baggage retrieval?"

Percy was still sputtering and shrilling at the three new arrivals when Andrea walked up behind him. He was so busy giving orders that he didn't notice her until she'd picked him up by the straps of his little prat overalls.

"Oi!" he protested angrily as he left the ground and dangled off it. "Put me down! I'm an earl! You can't do this!"

"Can and am, your majesty," the tall, muscular woman said, shaking her head as she kept a firm grip on her new accessory. She looked up at Anthony, Ted, and Dave with an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that, guys, I know you're busy. Lemme go put this where it belongs."

"Put me down!" Percy howled, sputtering and thrashing to no avail. The three guys watched quietly, wondering what the Hell had just happened. "I'm an earl! I'll tell people."

Then it was quiet as they rounded the corner at the far end of the long hallway.

"Damn, and I thought Hugo de Rune was fucking annoying," Ted muttered, shaking his head. "Alex, do we even wanna know?"

"He's my aunt Jen's grandson," Alex explained, popping up from behind the speakers. "He got dumped on her very suddenly when her sister came over, and believe me, none of us can wait for him to be going home, Jen and Millie included."

"For real? She's old enough to be a grandmother?" Anthony wondered, seeming surprised.

"She a few months younger than my mom, and mom's gonna be fifty in August, you know that, doofus," Alex laughed. "They went to school together and were girlfriends."

"Yeah, but we keep forgetting your mom's about to be fifty, dude," Dave pointed out. "She doesn't look it, y'know? She must've had you when she was, like, twelve or something."

"The term you're looking for is 'neanimorphic' and you're idiots, that's what I know," the blond boy chuckled. "Hopefully aunt Jen can straighten you out. If anyone can, it's her. Right, let's get the cables run and do a quick tuning before dinner. Anthony, check your third pickup, you were coming in slightly sharp last time..."

The Percy incident forgotten, they went about getting ready to impress the womenfolk.

***

An office, not far from the Old Lounge...

"Do you think anyone will miss us?" Karen asked breathily, sitting on the edge of the sturdy desk, looking up at her husband with lust glinting in her eyes while she kept her legs parted. Mike was reaching down and gripping her pert ass cheeks to hold his wife in place while he thrust back and forth, plunging his cock in and out of her wanton pussy. They knew they didn't have long, but the need to fuck each other had been rather acute.

"Don't draw this out, Gordon, and they won't even notice, I'm sure," he replied, giving her a smirk. "Alli and Jen will no doubt keep them busy with their anecdotes."

"Good," she said huskily, squeezing her inner muscles around him, massaging his massive tool as it delved deep inside her. "Because this simply could not wait, my love..."

She pulled him down and kissed him eagerly, getting as close as she could to him. She loved the power of his body, the feel of his hard muscles against her. Those strong arms around her, a shield against a world gone mad. She reflected back on how for over thirty years, since practically the day she had met this man, that she had always felt safe, no matter what crisis faced them. It was one of the great foundations and unshakeable foundations of her life and reality. Like the sun coming up in the east.

He marvelled at how she made him feel, every moment he was in her presence. There had been a time in his life where he had worried that even with the infinite realms of scientific discovery, the depths of history, and the harmonious realms of music would not suit him, it would not be enough. He'd known love, but somehow he was still worried.

Then this most remarkable of women was in his life, and he suddenly knew his purpose. Even before he knew (or at least was willing to admit) that he was in love with her, he found that his world now had meaning. From the simple need to impress her, then to helping her achieve her desires, and finally to finding their destiny together, everything he did was for her.

They lost themselves in one another, in a way they never had in anyone else. Their bodies moved together in a perfect rhythm and unison, one not only developed over three decades, but simply because they were meant to move this way together. If quantum entanglement was a thing, if different particles in different places really were always in sync, then this was its most loving demonstration.

Karen squirmed and thrust, squeezing around him as he slid deep inside her, his giant hands fondling her exposed breasts exactly how she needed it. Sometimes it stilled stunned her that she'd lost an entire year of knowing this man, making love to him, when she had first met him. She'd been so stubborn and so very scared of the implications. There was a sense of relief when he'd told her that he felt the same way, the terror and the joy of predestination.

They often had little competitions, seeing who could make the other climax first. This wasn't one of those times, though. They were working toward the singular shared goal of a perfect, quick climax together. He hadn't been inside her more than two minutes before they could feel it building, and they pumped and ground into each other more fiercely, their roistering activities as yet unnoticed by those in the lounge, as long as Karen could keep from crying out.

She was panting and kissing him feverishly as she heard his own breathing get heavier, pulling him still closer to her, her body crushed to his. He was almost squeezing the wind out of her, and she loved it, enthralled by his power. She clenched her pussy muscles around him as hard as she could, desperate to feel his cum inside her.

Karen wailed and Mike growled through the kiss, pumping and almost slamming together as they shared the climax they'd created. He plowed deep inside, filling her greedy pussy with her essence, and she massaged and fluttered around him, sucking the pearly offering out of his throbbing cock. They bucked and gyrated until they were both panting, spent and relaxing as the pleasure flowed through them.

When it was time, Mike took a small step back, his erection popping out of his wife. She got off the edge of the desk and went down to her knees, taking his cock in her mouth. She bobbed back and forth, shivering in delight and moaning at the taste of their mingled cum while she cleaned him off. When she had finally finished, she smiled up at him, still stroking his manhood.

"Hopefully our absence has yet to be noticed," she mused, grazing her fingernails along his powerful thigh. Her blouse was still open, her full breasts on display to him. "Although you got me so heated sir, that I might have to change clothes before we return, and that will out us in any event."

"Then we just go back in as is, Gordon," he chuckled as he helped his enchanting wife stand while she pulled his pants back up and buckled his belt.

"Very well, then," she allowed, giving him a smirk. "But you really should allow me to do my shirt back up before we join them."

Mike laughed jovially and picked her up into a spinning hug, making her squeal and giggle in feigned protest.

***

Dinner...

"So, lemme get this straight," Mona said, looking at Anthony, Ted, and Dave, who were all spread around the table rather than being allowed to sit together. "You guys're moving in after the housewarming for a few weeks, to act as Jen's cabana boys?"

Ted blushed. "I mean, there's a little more to it than that, but I guess that's the unwritten contract, yeah."

"The countess said she'd train us to be more like, well, Alex," Anthony added. Maybe that didn't sound like a good thing?

"Hey, if we need 'em for anything, can we borrow 'em, Jen?" Janet asked, winking at Jenny across the table.

"Uh, can she do that?" Ted asked, seeming uncertain. "Loan us out, I mean."

"Of course I can, now that I own you," Jenny said simply, digging into her lamb again. This really was quite excellent! Roast lamb in a spiced yogurt crust; she would have to try and wheedle the recipe out of Theresa to bring back to her own chef, Marcel. "Consider it part of your training, Theodore."

"I dunno what I'd do with a cabana boy on loan, forget a cabana girl," Lisa said with a shrug. The yogurt crust was roasted, she hoped it wouldn't give her issues later. "I don't have a lot of stuff for you to carry around, and I don't drink as much as these other lushes."

"Yeah, but havin' someone to rub your feet on command sounds good, doesn't it?" Mona pointed out.

"Oh, Donna would love to hear about that," the redhead sighed, shaking her head. "Her wife getting bougie foot massages from indentured teenage boys. Viva la lesbian proletariat."

Everyone was laughing (except Percy, who sat politely but somewhat sullenly between his tima and mimi, where he couldn't cause trouble), and Karen made a show of smiling and rolling her eyes. "The most interesting conversations happen at this table."

"How did you even recruit the boys, Jen?" Janet asked. "I mean, you met them through Alex down at the university, obviously, but how did this whole slave ring come about?"

Jenny smiled...

The day before, during a quiet moment in the Wellington Lounge...

The countess sighed lightly and happily, smiling down at something with adoration.

"What's up, Aunt Jen?" Alex asked, glancing up at her. She was sitting on the long chesterfield, and he was lying stretched across it, his head in her lap. This chesterfield was long enough for his father to recline on it, so there was plenty of room for him.

"I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have you for a nephew," she lilted, stroking her fingers delicately through his mane of blonde hair. "I simply must find a way to thank your mother and father for such a precious gift."

"Pretty sure you already have that worked out," he said with a smirk. She giggled and booped his nose before returning to stroking his hair. "Buuut shouldn't you be the one lying here and I should have your head in my lap? Respect and reverence for my elders and betters and all."

"Tosh," she chided, still stroking, while her free hand rested idly on his muscular chest. If this magnificent specimen of a boy hadn't been Kat's son... "I'm a surrogate aunt lost in her very strong emotions for her wonderful surrogate nephew, and if stroking his hair is how I can express it, then I most certainly shall. It has been intimated to me that if it were not for Alli's presence, then Mona, Janet, and Lisa would be fawning all over you constantly, rather than her."

"Okay, fair," he allowed. "Still, shouldn't you be getting pampered up all the time?"

"P'raps, and Miss Prospero does an admirable job when she is available," Jenny confirmed. "Still, my mind is stuck on how I can make my little man's life more wonderful, I admit. Your coming tribulations about marrying Alli aside, things seem rather idyllic for you, my boy."

"Guess they are," Alex said cheerfully. Certainly, he had no complaints. "I've got my family, my studies are going well, I have my social life and my little garage band..."

"Aren't they also your... what's the term... gaming group?" the blonde woman queried.

Alex nodded. "Yeah, right now we're playin' Warhammer. They're my band, but they're kinda nerdy. Honestly, I sometimes feel like I'm doing them more harm than good, hangin' around with them."

"How so?" Jenny asked, still stroking all that golden hair. She'd never tire of it.

He sighed as he thought about how to say it. "Well, they're great guys, but they're nerdy, y'know?"

"Alex, you're not bragging if you're being objective, and certainly not around me when it's just the two of us," Jenny cooed, smiling down at him and caressing his cheek gently. "What you're saying is that you, as the superior genetic male specimen, get all the attention, and in direct comparison, they come across as rather beta, borderline omega, yes?"

He saw no point in denying it. His aunt wanted his honesty. "Yes."

"And it can be difficult for you to train them, since you're their friend," she continued. "Kat was in a different boat with the ladies, this is more akin to what your father went through with his own little nerd herd, Gergo, Indur, and Ping, I am told."

"That's pretty much it," Alex agreed. "They love hangin' out with me, but they're in my shadow, Aunt Jen. And I feel bad about that. And they're all stupid around girls. I don't mean crass incel stuff, but they don't know what to do. Y'oughta see them around mom and Alexa. They forget how to speak."

There was silence for a moment as he thought of what to say next. "I need to find someone who can train 'em to keep up with me, at least somewhat. For their own good, you know?"

And then it happened. Her brown eyes met his blue ones, and they both smiled knowingly. They had their answer, and it would work out so very well for everyone.

It looked like Jenny would be getting her pampering after all.

Back at dinner...

"The thought just occurred to me," Jenny said casually, eating some of the grilled tomatoes and asparagus that accompanied her lamb. Apparently there was pear and cashew pudding for dessert, she couldn't wait to try that as well. "We all agree that it will be a beneficial arrangement. In return for catering to me, I am instructing them on how to be young men that women everywhere will gaze upon longingly."

"It sounds ridic at first, but that's actually really a great idea, auntie," Alexa said, nodding. She was sitting between Ted and Dave at the table, and she put her arms around them both and unexpectedly pulled both their heads down into her cleavage. The effect was telling, since she'd worn a tank top to the table. "I wouldn't want them to faint every time I did this to them in public."

Everyone was laughing (except Ted and Dave who were suddenly red and trying not to panic, and Percy, who was staring in wide-eyed shock), and Jenny shared and knowing smile and wink with Alex. This was going to be fun.

Half an hour later...

Dinner and dessert had ended, and while the day had felt rather full for everyone, it was still only early evening and there was still entertainment to be had. They were back in the ballroom, milling about in a small crowd while Alex and the boys were up on stage tuning their instruments. He grinned at his aunts. "So what do you wanna hear? We've been practicing a lot of classic stuff, since we jam with dad so often."

"Glad to know you guys understand what real music is," Janet quipped. "Pick somethin' with a good beat and fun lyrics. Nothin' sappy."

Alex turned and consulted with his bandmates once they were in position. Dave was sitting with the drums, and Anthony and Ted had their guitars slung. A few seconds later, Alex returned to the front of the dais, flanked by Dave and Anthony. He smiled at everyone while he finished tuning his bass.

"Right, we picked a number with some pep, so here goes..."

The audience waited while Alex counted out, and then the band crashed into the song. The older women in the group all exclaimed and clapped excitedly. Mike laughed and Dave chuckled as they watched on. Tunde and Ari watched with interest, although they didn't know the song. Val was clapping along with the other women, even if she didn't know it either.

The main rhythm of the song began, and Ted and Anthony began moving side to side in sync with Alex.

"Ha!" Lisa yelped in glee as she watched, clapping with the music. "They've got the Roller rock! The wiggle, whatever it is! They're doin' it!"

They were indeed moving in unison, which the group who had originally performed the song were famous for onstage. A shifting foot and a bit of a bounce. Alex leaned into his mic and began singing.

"I get my kicks from rock and roll

A twelve-bar boogie gonna bless my soul

Want to dance to that rhythm

Get down to that rockin' beat,"

"I don't want to play no heavy jazz," Anthony kicked in, singing into the mic now.

"With high-class music

And its stuffed-shirt nights,"

"'Cause I want to be a rock 'n roll star

And make my money out of playing' guitar..." Ted warbled before the three boys all joined Alex in the chorus.

"'Cause I'm a rock and roller

I'm gonna rock it, gonna roll all over

I'm gonna shake it to the midnight stroller,

And rock the night away!

'Cause I'm a rock and roller

I'm gonna rock it, gonna roll all over

I'm gonna shake it to the midnight stroller,

And rock the night away!"

By now, the entire audience was jumping up and down exuberantly, the girls waving their arms in the air and cheering loudly while the boys played to them. Alex took over singing again.

"I don't want to play no Memphis soul

I don't want funk, just rock and roll

Gonna dance to the rhythm get down to that rockin' beat,

Make my name in the headline news

There I'm busted singin' the blues!"

"I must find myself a rock 'n roll band,

"I'll play my music just as fast as I can..." Anthony crooned before the next chorus.

"'Cause I'm a rock and roller

I'm gonna rock it, gonna roll all over

I'm gonna shake it to the midnight stroller,

And rock the night away!"

During the instrumental, Dave shouted from his place at the drums, making people cheer and clap along even harder.

"Okay people,

Get your rockin' shoes on!

Stroll us with the

Rock and roller,

Rock and roller!"

Yes I'm a rock and roller

Yes I'm a rock and roller!"

They all began singing again.

"'Cause I'm a rock and roller