Aboard the Decimator

The Decimator was on the second of its four year tour of the United System's so-called unknown territories, which was about one hundredth of the adventure it sounded. It was a good, stable position usually given to relatively recent graduates into the Forces in need of basic experience, and involved little chance of actual battle; their mission was to identify and catalogue the contents of each of the star systems they entered, week after week.

"How was your shift?" Vesser asked, gathering their bowls and placing them in the incinerator. With a flash, the remains of their meal crumbled to dust and was sucked into the ventilation system.

"Good!" Nirenna said, leaning back precariously on her chair. The smudges of grease on the front of her crew's uniform hinted that she had at least gotten some work done, rather than spending her entire shift doing manoeuvres and training hand-to-hand combat.

"We think we've found the source of that weird noise in the mess," she added brightly, standing up. "Not a serious fault that will soon suck us all into space, I'm happy to report, but rather a worn fan belt. You should have a listen tomorrow at mid-meal."

"Sure..." Vesser's attention had long since drifted from what Nin was saying, to the fact that she had walked over to the bedroom entrance and removed the upper half of her uniform. Left on her upper body were a thin, white vest that hugged the generous curves of her large, round tits, tucked snugly into a sensible bra.

The loss of sexy underwear was one of the disadvantages of military issued clothes, but then again - Nin's tits would look great in anything. She leaned down to unlace her work boots, trousers tightening around her perfect, round ass cheeks. She was definitely teasing him.

"Are you going to join me?" she grinned, turning to face him as she kicked off her boots and dropped her trousers like some kind of blue collar-themed stripper. "If you take too long, I might fall asleep before you get here."

With that, she pulled the vest off, leaving only her black cotton panties and matching bra. Vesser could see her nipples outlined under the thin fabric; fabric that struggled to contain the entirety of her breasts. Raising his gaze, he could see her grinning at him, having clearly noticed what he was staring at. One dark eyebrow rose, but the reprimand was offset by the sparkle in her soft, brown eyes.

"Don't just stand there, get over here!" She tossed her silky brown ponytail over one shoulder and turned, diving onto the large double bed. Tradition demanded that spouses who were deployed on the same ship were allowed to share quarters, and Vesser had heard rumours of friends getting married just to avoid the bunk beds that housed the rest of the crew. Married life was sweet - especially married life with Nin. Standing on all fours on the bed, she wriggled her panty-clad butt at him in silent encouragement to get undressed and join her.

"Damn it, Nin," he said, unfastening the first of four buckles that kept his white officer's uniform snug about his torso to regulation standards. "If - no, when - I get on the Admiralty Board, I'm going to have them redesign these things so that I can both decide to fuck you, and actually fuck you, within the same hour. There."

Boots kicked off somewhere around the second buckle's unclasping, he tossed the jacket onto the armchair by the door with a soft tinkle of the handful of medals he had managed to earn in his three previous tours, then spared them the indignity of what they were about to see by covering them with his trousers. Lightly toned and with a certain delicate beauty about him though he was, the presence of underwear on his form did not enhance his appearance in the same way it did for Nin, and so he left his boxers on the polished metallic floor before joining his wife on the bed. He groaned as he closed in behind her, hands moving to begin unclasping the tense fabric of her black bra, while his naked cock pressed against the soft, warm cotton covering her round rear.

"Gods, I've been wanting to see these all day," he said, countering the playful wiggle of her butt by letting the unclasped fabric go and instead giving one of her panty-clad cheeks a gentle smack. A moment later, he landed on the bed beside her, pulling her down against him, her dislodged bra pinned between their forms as they kissed.

"Know what else I found out today, besides the worn fan belt in the mess?" Nin said, her pretty face taking on a slightly more serious look. "Kardo got sprayed with oil, so after we got back he jumped in the shower."

Despite himself, Vesser ears pricked at the mention of Kardo. Nin's fellow Junior Mechanic had been flirting unsuccessfully with her ever since he got on board a few weeks ago, and though nothing had happened his increasingly inventive propositions had been the frequent subject of dirty talk between the couple.

"I didn't think much about it, just went about filling out the report, but then he said 'Hey look!' and I turned without thinking. He had opened the door of the shower cubicle and was just standing there, naked, with the biggest prick I've ever seen. And it wasn't even fully erect, just sort of... half at attention. And he must have seen me staring, because he grinned and said 'Sure you don't want a taste of this, Nin? Vesser doesn't need to find out.' And damn it, I really wanted to just say yes and join him in the shower." Nin chewed on her lower lip, a mix of frustration and arousal on her face.

Vesser slipped his hand down the front of her panties and was not exactly surprised when his fingers found the entrance of Nin's tight, hot slit and it was sticky with arousal.

"Maybe I should request a shift change before I do something stupid?" Nin said. "But it's sexy too. Fuck..." She rolled over on her side and pulled Vesser closer, planting a hot, eager kiss on his lips. "What do you think? Maybe I should just fuck Kardo and get it over with?" Though she did her best to sound like she was just talking dirty, there was an undertone of real temptation in her voice. However much Vesser enjoyed fantasising about his sexy, big-busted wife getting screwed by her colleague, he knew that Nin got off just as much from imagining Kardo cornering her after a shift change and having his way with her. Seeing him naked and finding out just how well-endowed he was just the latest in a long list of temptations.

"I..." Vesser opened his mouth to speak, but nothing more than a vague, non-specific noise came out. That Nin's story - and subsequent musings - had turned him on intensely could be of no surprise to either of them, and he pulled his hand back from her panties, enjoying Nin's little gasping moan as his retreating fingers grazed her clit.

"I did not realise I had it in me to be this turned on," he said honestly, staring at his wife's flushed, pretty countenance with a small grin. He was not sure whether the news of his wife's newfound intense and thoroughly practical temptation made him feel more enthusiastic, bemused, or simply deliciously hesitant.

With a throb of excitement in his prick and a twinge of exhilarating discomfort in his stomach, he lowered his fingers back to her pussy, slipping under the black cotton of her panties and purposefully slipping two digits knuckle-deep inside her. He slid them back and forth for a few moments and brought them back to glisten between them in the warm light of their bedroom.

"So, how much of this is down to me, and how much to him? How long have you been stewing, thinking about him?" If Nin did not already know her husband's tells and predilections to an encyclopaedic degree, the line of precum dripping from his prick to the dark blue regulation bedsheets made clear what answer at least part of him wanted to hear.

Nin's blush deepened, and she leaned forwards to take the fingers into her mouth and suck them clean of juices while she considered her answer.

"Mostly him," she finally admitted. "I've been thinking about his prick the entire evening. What it would feel like to touch it, to have it inside me. You know that time he said he could make a girl cum in less than five minutes? I think he might have been serious."

Her own hand travelled down as well, to wrap around the base of Vesser's cock and start stroking it, rubbing the fresh precum into his skin the way he imagine it might feel to fuck her after she'd been fucked by someone else. Like Kardo. Purely hypothetically, of course. Without really thinking about it, Vesser moved his hand back down Nin's panties and resumed his rubbing, though more aggressively now, making her moan and buck her hips up against his grinding, probing fingers.

"Fuck Vesser, I really want to screw him! Or for him to screw me. I don't know."

Vesser swallowed hard before he responded, shuddering slightly both at the thoughts filling his imagination, and the sensation of his wife's frantically stroking hand. Equal parts sick with nervousness and turned on beyond comprehension, he delayed saying the words with another brief, hot kiss before pulling back and taking the plunge.

"I want you to do that, Nin," he breathed. He turned away for a moment to grab the spare communicator from his nightstand, seeing Nin's gorgeous brown eyes widening in his peripheral vision as he pulled up the Maintenance Crew comms contacts on the circular holographic display.

"If you want to do it, you can do it.," he began, his juice-sticky fingers offering the communicator to her. "I'll... fuck, I'll go in another room, or up to the Officer's Mess, and you can invite him up here and cheat on your husband." His lightly toned chest was rising and falling quite rapidly, now, as sure a sign of his excitement as the hot, diamond-hard shape of his prick in Nin's hand. "Give him my beer, fuck him in my bed, blow him in my shower."

He shivered at that, an effect only previously achieved when Nin had filled her pussy with warm lubricant to simulate sloppy seconds for her husband some months ago.

"Are you sure?" Nin looked up at him, a mixture of concern and anticipation on her pretty face. At his sharp nod, she took the communicator and tapped Kardo's name.

"Kardo? This is Nin." She was careful to angle the communicator so that only her own face could be seen. Above the display, Kardo's square was hovering in the air, eyebrows raised.

"I've been thinking about earlier," Nin continued, too quickly for him to have time to speak. "And I'd like you to come over. Vesser is out having a beer with some friends, so we'd have the apartment to ourselves."

Kardo's mouth quirked up in a confident smirk. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" he asked. "You're offering me a full tour?"

Nin swallowed hard. "Yes I am." She angled the projector to zoom in on her breasts, threatening to fall out of the black bra.

Kardo whistled. "I'm coming right over," he said. "Why don't you lose that bra in the meantime, honey?" His face disappeared, replaced by the logo of the United Forces.

"Alright, you need to go," Nin hissed. "Get dressed! Or no, put on your pants - you can bring the rest and get clothed in the elevator." She jumped off the bed, tossing a pair of civilian trousers at Vesser while scooping a shirt and jacket from the closet. "I'll call you once we're done!"

***

Vesser spent the next three hours drinking soda after soda in the officer's mess, wishing desperately that he could have something stronger for his nerves, but just as determined to stay sharp so that he could absorb every aspect of returning to his quarters to find his wife recently fucked.

When his wristcomm finally chimed, it was not a call, just a simple message - "Come back" - and a hasty picture of his wife's spread pussy lips with a pearly liquid leaking out from between them. He had never been so glad that the door was tuned to both of them as when he entered the quarters and saw the naked form of his wife stretched out on the bed. Her dark hair was tousled and her beautiful face glowed with an energy that he had only seen a few times before after particularly intense fuck-sessions. She looked up at him with a stunned grin, one hand absentmindedly touching a pert nipple, her porcelain skin flushed with exertion.

"Holy shit, Vesser," she said, voice giddy with excitement. "That was amazing."

"Wow... Fuck," Vesser groaned, drinking in the sight of his wife's splayed out, well-fucked form. His prick, already stiff, now returned to the potent ache that had dominated it when he had left their quarters hours ago. He undressed in record time, barely remembering to take his shoes off before his trousers, and climbed on to the bed beside his wife. He shuddered with pleasure at the faint dampness that met his hands and legs against the bed, a slight clamminess to the sheets borne of a couple sweating against them. The scent of his wife's arousal - so much stronger than when he had left - was combined unmistakably with a muskier scent.

Nin smiled at him, moving closer across the sweaty sheets so that her tits touched his chest, warm and slightly sticky with sweat like the rest of her. When she kissed him, he could taste the sharp flavour of spunk on her lips, on her tongue, making his dick throb even harder.

"So?" he said, his hand reaching out to stroke along her back, finding it slick with sweat as though he'd visited her while she was hard at work. "What happened?"

"He arrived pretty shortly after you left," Nin answered breathlessly. "I barely had time to finish undressing..." Kardo did not waste any time - as soon as Nin had let him inside, he pushed her up against the wall with an eager kiss, one hand slipping down her back to cup a round ass cheek. Nin moaned into the kiss, relieved and eager to finally act on all her wet fantasies and bedside talk about fucking a virtual stranger. Kardo might be a colleague, but she barely knew him outside work - apart from the knowledge about his massive prick, which burned in her mind as the front of his trousers pressed firmly against her naked crotch. Resolutely, she reached down to unbutton his trousers, pushing them down to reveal his boxers.

'Well, aren't you eager.' Kardo grinned down at her, tossing his sandy blond hair out of his eyes. 'Did you have a fight with your husband or something? Looking for a way to... punish him? I'm happy to help.'

'Nothing like that," Nin shook her head. 'I just... I've been wanting to fuck you for a while, and after I got home tonight I just couldn't stop thinking of... Of your cock.' She blushed, but she also pushed down his underwear to find his prick hard and sticky with precum.

'Well, in that case I see no reason to dawdle.' Grabbing her waist with both hands, Kardo lifted her effortlessly, making Nin instinctively wrap her arms and legs around him for support as he carried her over to the bed. They both fell onto the dark blue sheets, Kardo on top and Nin still clinging to him. The older mechanic did not seem to mind, though. He reached down to adjust his prick against Nin's naked pussy, and before she knew it the tip of his prick was inside it.

"It felt even bigger than it looked," Nin told Vesser, her hand finding her husband's prick as if talking about Kardo's dick had brought about a need to feel it, to compare the size and girth of the two. Vesser realised with a throb that he was uncertain of the outcome - or rather, he suspected that the comparison was not in his own favour. "It was like my biggest dildo and a bit more, only warm and throbbing and smearing precum all over my crotch whenever he slipped out..." And given the relative sizes of Nin's tight, young pussy and Kardo's thick cock, it did slip out a few times before Kardo found a good rhythm, pushing deeper into Nin's wet heat with each thrust.

Soon, Nin was moaning, enjoying Kardo's hands roaming across her large tits, playing with a dark, firm nipple, bending down to leave a playful hickey on her tit as if wanting her husband to find evidence that his wife had been getting it from another man. Nin was too ecstatic to notice, however, her hands exploring Kardo's muscular back, drinking in the musky scent of his arousal, the hair on his chest tickling her skin as he rocked on top of her, each thrust bringing him deeper inside her, grinding against her. Before she knew it, she was cumming, and cumming hard, despite the lack of her usual method of rubbing her clit while getting fucked.

"And damn, Vesser, it felt so good I could barely believe it, but Kardo barely seemed to notice. He just kept pounding into me, leaning down to suck on my tits, his breath feeling like it was burning my skin..." Nin was gasping, her hips shooting up to meet her colleague's thrusts, any thoughts of her husband wiped away by the sensation of Kardo's prick slamming into her snatch, pinning her to the bed with his thrusts, his heavy balls slapping against her with a lewd sound of skin against naked skin. In that moment, if he had asked her to come with him back to his own bunk and stay there as his fucktoy forever, she would have happily accepted if it meant that she could keep feeling his dick inside her, filling her tight cunt to its limit and then some.

'Fuck Kardo, you've got to cum inside me,' she moaned, surprised by her own forthrightness. Fortunately, judging by Kardo's responding groan he found it sexy.

'Do you promise to suck me off tomorrow after our shift, in that case?' He pulled out - he actually had the nerve to pull out, to hold his big, delicious prick just out of reach of her throbbing, wet pussy, making her whimper with need.

'Yes, I promise!' she hissed impatiently. 'I'll swallow your load too, if you like.'

'I'll hold you to that.' With an annoyingly self-satisfied grin, Kardo slipped back inside her, making her gasp with relieved pleasure to be filled again. Nin reached up to kiss him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, longing to feel his taste fill her mouth. She was dimly aware that her colleague was slowing down, focusing more on depth than speed, and then he was cumming inside her, his hot, fertile seed splashing into her, filling her until it was seeping out of her opening to tickle the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

'Hope you're on birth control, or you might end up having an awkward conversation with your husband,' Kardo smirked, his prick dripping cum onto the sheets as he pulled out.

'It's... That's fine.' Nin licked her lips, eyes darting down to Kardo's cum-smeared member. Even in its current state it was enormous, the musky scent of sweat and cum tickling her nostrils and making her pussy throb despite her recent orgasm. She desperately did not want him to leave, not yet.

'Would you like a beer?' she asked.

In the present, she looked up at Vesser, her stroking hand faltering for a moment against his cock. "That's okay, right? I mean, you sort of suggested it, and in that moment, it seemed really hot to have him sit in your armchair, drinking a beer while I..." She hesitated for a moment, caught between excitement and shyness. "While I sucked him off," she finished.

Kardo watched her walking naked across the room, her tits bouncing slightly with each step as she fetched him a beer, then brought an opener, then disappeared off to find a hairband to tie back her long, dark hair.

'Leave it,' Kardo said. 'I like your hair. Come here.' Switching quickly between the TV channels he found a porno; a blond woman with huge breasts sucking the cock of a sitting man.

'Nice tits,' Kardo commented. 'I like yours more, though.' He squeezed a large, naked breast, making Nin groan.

She knelt between his spread legs, vaguely aware that he was watching the film while sipping the beer, one hand gripping her hair and wrapping it loosely around his fingers until she could feel him tugging at her scalp, keeping her firmly in place over his big, thick prick. It was only now, with his smooth cockhead already inside her mouth, that she realised the practical difficulties of sucking a dick this huge. That did not stop her from trying, however.