Mated To The Pack Ch 03

In Wisconsin, Jessica reaches out to some high school friends who might mate with wolves like she's going to. Her parents begin having sex with Conor and Brigitte, and the bodyguards capture a rapist. After a werewolf reveal, a secret comes out. This chapter contains oral, lesbian and interspecies sex. For those who were wondering, Brigitte is pronounced Bruh-GEET-tuh, not BRIDGE-jet. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial assistance.

Mated to the Pack, Ch 3

Jess Finds Some Family

Conor was driving, so I texted Melinda and let her know we had the pizzas and should be there in fifteen minutes.

They were surprised that I'd brought two other people with me.

"We didn't know anyone else was coming," Martin said.

"I understand. This is kind of in the nature of show and tell, and they're kind of necessary for the show part. This is a married couple, Conor and Brigitte O'Leary," I said. "Like you, one of them has a fertility problem, although in this case, it's Brigitte. Like you, they're a little desperate to have a child. I'm the answer to their prayers. I'm going to be a surrogate mother. Conor is going to inseminate me. When the child is born, I will give the baby to them to raise. That's why I invited them. Conor, Brigitte, this is Melinda and Martin Johansson. Melinda graduated with me. Martin was a year ahead of us. Why don't we start in on the pizza while it's still hot, and then we can get down to some details of what I'm suggesting."

We started in on the pizza, getting to know each other a little bit better with some small talk. At some point, there was scratching at the door, and Martin got up and let a little terrier type mutt inside.

"Get in here Rags, so you can meet our new friends."

Unfortunately, to Rags, their new friends didn't smell like people. They smelled like wolf. He began growling and barking at Conor and Brigitte. Conor lowered his hand toward Rags, and he snapped at his hand. Conor was fast enough to pull away. Martin snatched the dog off the floor and held him.

"He never acts like this with people," Martin said.

"I was around some tame wolves this morning," Conor said. "I was petting them. He must smell them on me. Probably smells them on all of us to some extent, although Jessica didn't get too close to them."

"How many?" Martin asked.

"A half dozen, at least."

"Are you sure they were tame?"

"Quite sure. There was a lot of licking going on."

"Let me put him in the other room."

Other than the Rags incident, the meal went well.

When everyone had their fill, I got down to business. Both Martin and Melinda took a seat on the couch, leaning forward to hear every word. Martin's hand was in both of Melinda's. Throughout much of our discussion, one of them would squeeze the hand of the other.

"As I mentioned, I'm going to be a surrogate mother for the O'Leary's, since it's Brigitte that can't conceive. I came to visit my parents to tell them I'm going to be a surrogate mother, so they could meet and they'd realize why I was having a child when I wasn't even married.

"At the place where the wolves were today, I was telling a man named Gerhard what I was doing. He said that they had a few couples he was familiar with, who had the same sort of problem, like a genetic trait. When Mom and Dad were bringing me up to date on some of my classmates, they mentioned that you were having a similar problem. I thought if I could help Brigitte and Conor, perhaps you could help other couples. Now, what I was thinking, is that perhaps you could have a child for an infertile couple, and in return, they could provide you with your own baby. Perhaps, you could even have your own before providing one for them. No IVF costs involved, and they'd pay all medical costs for the child you provide for them.

"Martin, I know you're extremely disappointed that you can't give Melinda a beautiful baby of your own. I know how frustrated Brigitte is that another woman will be growing her husband's child inside of her. We've tried to become friends, so it doesn't seem like a stranger is carrying her husband's baby.

"Here's the really hard part for you, and the reason you may not wish to proceed. An insemination has to occur naturally for their baby. It may be possible for your own child to be conceived artificially, but theirs cannot. There is a sound medical reason for this, which will be explained to you before you decide to proceed. But a lot of men might have difficulty with their wife having sex with someone else."

Martin leaned back against the couch they sat on, a tear quickly forming and trailing down his cheek. Melinda squeezed his hand for about the tenth time.

"Are you having conception with Conor naturally?" Melinda asked.

"I am. As I said, there are sound medical reasons for doing so, and Brigitte knows what these reasons are, and accepts the need."

"We all wish it were otherwise," Brigitte said. "We've explored every other alternative we could think of. This offers our only chance to bring a baby into the world."

"So I'd be having sex with another woman's husband to have their child?"

"That's correct, one spouse is required to suffer the indignity of their spouse having sex with another during each of the two pregnancies. I'm sure that doesn't make Martin feel much better, knowing some other fellow's wife is going through what he's going through, but the truth of the matter is, no matter how a child enters your marriage, Martin is not going to be the father, whether it's a sperm bank, adoption, or this way. For the five days that Melinda is ovulating, someone else is going to provide the sperm, one child for you, one for the other couple. They will not have any contact with you after conception of your child. They were merely providing a service that you needed.

"For your child, the natural father will butt out of your life, and have nothing to do with your child, its rearing, or anything else. For the other child, you have to abandon any claim to that child yourselves. You can have no part in raising it. The child becomes theirs. For some mothers, especially one who wishes to be a mother as much as Melinda does, that could also be a problem; carrying a new life for nine months, then giving it up totally. I'm sure you'll understand why that's necessary before you have the baby."

"Would this genetic abnormality appear in our child?" Martin asked.

"It would not. The man chosen to father your baby will be much like Conor here. Conor, could you pull off your shirt, please."

Conor pulled off his shirt, revealing his physical perfection, and that was only above his waist.

"Like Conor, he'd be strong, handsome, healthy, intelligent, an ideal male, to father your child, who would be healthy, smart and as handsome or beautiful as Conor or Brigitte is. I'm sure you might even have a way to select certain characteristics for your child such as hair or eye color, to more closely match Martin's own characteristics."

"If we decided to proceed, what else has to happen?" Martin asked, sitting up and leaning forward once more, perhaps accepting the necessity for such a dire alternative for his wife, and ultimately, his marriage.

"Melinda would need to have a medical examination to ensure that she's capable of successfully carrying a healthy child to term. Your own doctor can be used for this and the exam would be paid for by the couple interested in your surrogacy services. There's some paperwork that has to be signed, and once it is, the medical details I alluded to which requires a direct insemination, and the exact abnormality would be explained. You can choose to back out any time prior to conception, but once pregnancy has occurred, you'll be obligated to deliver the child and give it to the parents. If you're allowed to have your own child first, you must still contractually provide a child to the other couple. It's too late to back out, once you have your own child. For that reason, they may want their own first, but you can work those details out with them.

"I know this is a lot to take in, and you certainly don't have to make up your mind now. I'll only be here for a couple weeks, but I'm not necessary for the process. I merely bring it to your attention because of my own similar involvement. Before I return to Maine, I will provide a phone number for the person who will monitor the transaction. Conor, you may put your shirt back on."

"You've given us a lot to think about, Jessica. I'd like to thank you for bringing this to our attention. You're right that it may be difficult for us to see our way through with this option, but, so far, it's the best option I've heard. We'll talk about it and contact you with our decision," Melinda said.

"Everyone who meets you, can see how much you love one another," I said. "It would be unfortunate if the stresses imposed by this difficulty caused a serious breach in your relationship. Already, it's caused you to separate as you considered your way around this dilemma. I know that no matter what you decide to do, it will be difficult for both of you. Good luck to you."

I stood up and shook both of their hands, then Melinda clutched Martin's arm and leaned against his shoulder, momentarily interrupted when both Conor and Brigitte took their hands and wished them well.

"What do you think they'll do?" Brigitte asked, once we were back in the car.

"I think they'll agree for her to provide a child, but when she finds out she'll have to fuck a wolf, that could be a problem, and it could go either way at that point. I'm trying to imagine which would be more difficult for Martin, his wife fucking a wolf, essentially an animal in their mind, or the wolf in human form."

"How so?" Conor asked.

"Because fucking the wolf, he knows that she could never love or would ever consider fucking one again. The alternative is the wolf in human form, with your physical perfection, who she would be physically attracted to. Even if it were a real human, there lies the rub. I think most people are afraid their spouse can find someone more physically appealing, more sexually arousing, a better lover, and that they'll fall out of love with them, and fall in love with the new person in their life, creating jealousy and fear. Wolves are so casual about sex. Humans aren't. For most of us, sex is wrapped up in our emotions. Most people have to care about someone before they'll fuck them. Wolves get fucked whether they want to be or not, as acts of submission to Alphas, or other ranked wolves. Emotion plays a very small part in your sex lives unless you're mated, and even after your mated, other wolves will fuck your mate. Your sex lives are not part of your emotional lives. That's what makes it difficult for both of them. The emotional landmines they'll have to navigate, the feelings they need to deal with."

"Understanding that, which way do you feel is the most superior?" Brigitte asked.

"As a single person who's never been in love, the wolf way seems superior, but I wonder if I would give the same answer if I were head over heels for someone like my parents are, or Martin and Melinda. That the emotional aspect wouldn't make the physical pleasure that much more enjoyable. I'll happily concede you're both the best lovers I ever had, but I didn't love any of my other sexual partners either, mostly just having mild affection for them, and in Carl's case, no affection at all, just too much alcohol."

"Do you care for us?" Conor asked.

"I think I care for you both more than any of the other lovers I've ever had, but I know I'm not in love with you. In a way, the fantastic fucking may have colored my emotions. It's hard not feeling something for someone who gives me so much physical pleasure."

Conor laughed and Brigitte smiled.

"By the way; I told my parents they were welcome to fuck you if they both wanted to and thought their marriage could withstand the emotional trauma. They were going to think about it and let me know. Tomorrow, I have to contact the other two breeding possibilities and see if they will take money for puppies."

"You're working awfully hard to find Gerhard some breeders," Brigitte said.

"Well, I did like the wolf, and I did live here, so it's not that hard. I just have to approach some acquaintances and have a chat."

"Will you work that hard for the New England pack?" Conor asked.

"I'll definitely put in my two cents worth to anyone who's interested."

When we got back to the house, Mom and Dad were having sex again. At least it was in their bedroom. I'd never experienced anything like it, even when they were younger, although I might have been oblivious, but this was so far out of my experience, I wondered if they were the horniest people I'd ever met.

"Let's go swimming," I suggested. Conor's cock had already sprung to attention, almost as soon as he entered the house from the sounds and smells of sex. He was a teenager, I guess that was to be expected.

We went down to the dock and shed our clothes. It was already after dark, but it was a full moon, so we had plenty of light. I ended up riding Conor's cock in the water, slowly sliding up and down his pussy filling prick while kissing Brigitte, who's lips were softer and more pliable than Conor's. She was definitely the better kisser. Some boats would go by on the water, and I'm sure they saw enough of us to know what we were doing, despite most of it being under the water, though I really didn't care if they knew. I was having too much fun.

Conor had cum, but his cock was still semi-hard and filling me nicely, although I was no longer riding him, just enjoying the lingering sensations. I suddenly felt both of them stiffen and they sniffed the air.

"A shifter?" I whispered softly.

"No, one of the men in the boat from earlier," Conor whispered. "He's upwind so his scent is clear, but he's trying very hard to be quiet, so I suspect he's up to no good."

"Bridget, do you think you can get close enough to him to take photos and movies of him sneaking up on us to provide evidence to the police in the event you have to shoot him?"

"Does a wolf shit in the woods?"

"Not all of them apparently."

She grinned, showing her teeth, grabbed a gun and her phone from the dock and disappeared. I couldn't hear her, and I was listening. I don't know what Conor heard. We kept fooling around, presenting a tempting target and splashing enough to draw our pigeon in.

Fifteen or so minutes later, I heard Brigitte's voice very clearly. "Drop the gun, asshole, or the next place you go is a hole in the ground."

There was a distinct thunk from twenty feet away and moments later, the driver of the boat was marched into view with Brigitte's gun pressed to the back of his head.

"Did you get the evidence?" I asked.

Brigitte held up her phone, "Right here."

"Excellent. Keep your gun on him until Conor and I are dressed, then Conor can cover him while you get dressed, then we'll call the police. I'll probably tell my parents the cops are on the way so they can get dressed too."

We climbed out of the water, dried off and got dressed. Brigitte's gun never drifted an inch from asshole's head, and he knew it. He was staring into the eyes of death.

Then Conor had his turn, while Brigitte dried off and dressed. His eyes weren't any friendlier.

"You picked the wrong people to fuck with," I told him. "Both of my friends are licensed bodyguards."

I called 911.

******

A detective, Mike Ferguson, was questioning me, away from the others, so they got our stories pure, without collaboration or conferring. He was making notes.

"When did you first see the perpetrator?"

"Tonight, or earlier during the day?"

"Earlier."

"I was making phone calls down on the dock for privacy from my parents. I kind of forgot I was naked, and after I finished a phone call, I waived at this passing boat with three men in it. Just Midwestern friendliness generally, until they turned towards shore. Then I realized I didn't have a stitch on, and tried waiving them away, but they insisted on coming towards me, so I sat down on the bench out on the dock my father fishes from, so I wasn't standing there starkers. They asked if I wanted company, and I told them no, I had plenty of company. I can tell you the exact time, because the call should be logged on my phone.

"I told them I'd just been friendly and wasn't interested in them. They said they could be friendly, and I got the overall impression they thought I was willing to have sex with all three of them, which wasn't my intention at all. I kind of felt like they'd be insistent. Then my male friend came down to the dock to check up on me. He reaffirmed that no one here needed any company, and they left. I had no further contact with any of them until just before I called the police. We heard someone sounding like they were trying to sneak up on us when we were having sex. We didn't know if they were just a voyeur, or it was something more sinister. Brigitte snuck off with her phone and gun, and shot some video of him sneaking up on us while armed, then got the drop on him and flushed him out of the trees. That's when I recognized he was the boat driver from earlier. That's basically, all I know."

"He said you told him earlier you wanted to meet with him later tonight."

"That's a lie. If I wanted to meet with him, he wouldn't have needed a gun, would he? Nor would he have had to sneak up on us, which he was clearly doing in the video."

"Do you frequently go naked in broad daylight?"

"My friends are naturists, and I've taken to being naked when they are. This is private property. It's not like I was running around naked downtown. You can't tell me there aren't a bunch of people in the area who don't go skinny dipping. I've seen others do it."

He smiled and made a note.

"He was being pretty sneaky. I'm surprised you heard him."

"I didn't hear him. My friends heard him. Too much rock music in my youth, I expect."

He smiled again. "They have good hearing, do they?"

"Very good. I'll show you. How far away would you say the male is right now."

He turned to look. "About twenty feet."

"Would you expect him to hear something like this?" I said something in a soft voice, slightly louder than a whisper.

"No."

"Turn and watch him." The detective turned to watch Conor. In the same voice, I said, "Conor, please stand up." Conor stood up. "Conor, please turn and face me." Conor turned to face us and he had a smile on his face. "Jump up and down, Conor." Conor jumped up and down.

The officer sitting with him said, "What the fuck are you doing. Sit down and answer my questions," loud enough my detective could hear him. Conor sat down.

"Wow, that's great hearing."

"I know. He constantly amazes me, Detective Ferguson. He's also a great lover, and that amazes me as well."

He smiled again. "I think you're a very lucky girl. We've had several rapes in the area recently, and I suspect you apprehended the bastard. DNA evidence will tell us if we got the right man. Do you intend to testify against him?"

"If Wisconsin pays for my airfare tickets back here, I'll be happy to testify. Gives me another chance to visit with family."

"What do you think should happen to him?"

"Generally, or specifically?" I asked.

"Either."

"Well generally, I think he should go to prison for a very long time. Specifically, since he came here for a rape, I think my male friend, who is very generously endowed, should rape his ass without benefit of lube to prepare him for his life in prison."

Conor heard me and started laughing. So did my detective.

"Do you think the other two men in the boat this afternoon were involved in the rapes as well?" I asked.