Founders Ch. 68

68: Sunday Oct 11, 1400 hours CST: Colby's Week

Zach approached Colby, whose torso was buried in the guts of a large autonomous vehicle. She heard him approach and looked up from the optical bus plane she was working on. "Here's your chocolate," he said, holding out the square to her.

"Thank you," said Colby, wiping her hands carefully on her rag. She took the square of chocolate and popped it into her mouth. Her eyes squeezed into crescents as she savored it.

It seemed to Zach that this practice never lost its luster for either of them. It brought him back to the very beginning of their relationship. He said, "I can't stop thinking about you since Becky's pregnancy party. When I saw Ethan fingering you during 'Pin the Tail on the Becky,' I wanted to be him."

"Why weren't you him, then?" asked Colby pointedly. "All I got from you was a little peck on the cheek."

"I felt the pressure to do the game justice," Zach countered.

"Oh, so you had to play your little game," Colby chided. "Now that fine man Aiden had his priorities straight. Did you see him rubbing his cock furiously in my ass crack? He almost came. I almost came," she purred. "But you didn't notice. Winning was more important. At least Mateo apologized later for not feeling me up more."

Zach smirked, "I apologize for not feeling you up more."

"It's about time," Colby grinned.

"I need you," said Zach.

"What, now?" asked Colby. "You're about twelve hours too late, buddy. I've got my hands in a- oof!"

Zach pressed his straining cock against Colby's magnificent ass. His body mashed her front against the large vehicle. He unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. They were well back in her shop. Someone would have to walk all the way in here to see them. He tugged at her jeans. They were tight. Her panties were coming down with them. His cock was like iron in his pants.

"You dirty dog, you're still Berte's husband!" Colby fretted. "It's our week starting tomorrow, you crazy fiend. Can't you even wait until tomorrow? Then we'll be the official couple for a whole week."

Zach stepped back. "I can if you need me to." His relationship with Colby was solid. He trusted it as an axiom. But her rules for him in their relationship seemed fluid with her mood. They both knew he needed to be available to other women. Not only was he available to Trigonometry, but also Michaela, who was still trying to get pregnant. Colby knew about the other crewmates, the ones who pounced on him and the ones he pounced on. She seemingly ignored the Trigonometry calendar and his schedule of dalliances with Beatrice and Emma. They didn't discuss any of it. He knew Colby didn't want to share him. For her sake, he didn't want to be shared.

Zach, being totally honest with himself, didn't dream of a monogamous life any more. It was important to him to be honest and stick to the rules in any relationship. He had been monogamous before. Right before the selection, though, he'd been dating five women. He could tell himself that was because it was hard for him to say "no." He could make all kinds of excuses. The fact was, that was not a part of Colby's future dream he truly shared. It was a normal life, but not his preferred life. Given this, he wondered how long Colby would stick with him. He was desperate not to lose her. He always would be desperate not to lose her. But he was not sure he would give up everyone else for her. So he would probably lose her. He hated himself in that moment.

Colby regarded Zach. "Ohhh. I see that look. I'm not one of your slave girls, but I don't ever want to cause that look again."

"I have a look?" said Zach.

"You do," said Colby. "It's an 'I'll tolerate this and be strong' look. But you don't fool me." She pulled her jeans and panties down the rest of the way. She kicked off one flat and pulled her leg out of the jeans and panties. She put her hands on the side of the vehicle, spread her legs slightly, and bent over. "I'm done being the cause of- ummmm..."

In an instant, Zach was on his knees between Colby's legs. His tongue explored her vulva. She tasted divine. He tasted a hint of her breakfast omelet. There was also a hint of machine oil along with her usual tangy acid taste. She was juicy already. Curiosity goading him, he asked, "Who have you been thinking about?"

"A girl needn't feel guilty about anything that happens between her and her vibrator," Colby replied cryptically. "Aaa! Fuck!"

This as he began to rock his penis into her slippery vaginal tunnel, taking care all remained slick. He filled her mightily as he pushed in. He prompted, "Well?"

"Pregnancy is, uh! Making me horny-! So yeah I-yiy-yiy... I snuck into the toilet with the vibrator right over on that shelf there, see it? To rub one out. Oh, Zach..."

"Who did you think about?" Zach breathed mischievously in her ear.

"A little rubbing and flirting at the party isn't a crime. I've been faithful."

"Faithful? Please don't think like that. Our marriage is open," said Zach.

"Yes, and I invited them in, because they're good women, and you were the only man," Colby said. "You were going to be the only man. God help me... It wasn't fair to keep you from them."

"Who you thought about, it must be juicy," said Zach. "You keep changing the subject."

"You know- huh- you can see- huh- the Trig calendar- huh- Nobody on there..." said Colby.

"Jason?" asked Zach.

"Yeah sommmme..." Colby purred. "And you in fact, thinking about our week..."

"Aww, that's sweet," said Zach.

"Don't you know me, baby?" Colby felt Zach's hot breath on her neck as he continued to fill her to bursting. A nasty thought gripped her. "We're cheating on your cute young blonde wifey-wife, but you can't help it, can you?" she panted. "You need some of this sweet chocolate, oh yeah." His long thick cock swept in and out of her, filling then retreating. She added, "You'll cheat on me during our week."

"No," Zach grunted, helplessly driven towards his crisis, stroking out his pleasure in her slick tightness.

"Ha," Colby moaned. "Number one: bullshit. Number two: that's not a question. It's a command." With this, she climaxed with a whimper. He could feel her clip him all the tighter as she lowered her head against the cool metal and delighted.

"Wha? Huh?" Zach managed as he continued to pound her with abandon. He was close. He was beyond reason.

Colby moaned, "Oh yeah... Hnn... I want you to cheat, hnn... with each of those skanks, hnn... and tell me, hnn... all the nasty, hnn... cheating, hnn... details! Oh God! OH-GOD-OH-GOD!!"

Zach wondered somewhere in the back of his mind if someone might hear them. At the front of his mind, he locked his straining member hard into Colby's fluttering tight vaginal embrace. His orgasm filled him. With a grunt, he shot his first wad tight and hot against her back wall. Another wad followed the first, and another. Whenever he ejaculated in Colby, he felt like he was giving his love, his spirit. He groaned with the infinite pleasure of it. Another big healthy shot. In the stillness, she clipped him again. She was still orgasming.

"Huuunh! And that's how you knocked me up so quickly, mister," she purred.

After he'd regained his senses, Zach asked, "So what's all this about cheating?"

"You heard me," said Colby. "During our week, I want you to waylay those skanks repeatedly, repeatedly! Then you tell me all about how you wore out their little pussies and made them scream and cry. I want a daily report!"

"And by 'those skanks' you mean?" asked Zach.

"Everybody you're nailing these days," said Colby.

"Oh yes, the skanks. Sure, that's me," replied Zach, "making the skanks scream and cry. Daily report. Got it." He wondered what Colby was up to now. He wasn't going to volunteer anything. Any talk of other women tended to upset her, in his experience.

"Good boy," said Colby. "It's already dripped all over my jeans. Just let it loose." Zach pulled out the rest of the way. A great deal of his cum bolstered by her own fluids splashed onto her jeans and panties. She pulled them up and slipped her abandoned flat on. "Don't worry," she said. "I'm not one of those dirty skanks who throws their jeans into the freezer to clean them. I wash my clothes with soap like regular people."

"Good to hear," said Zach supportively.

Berte's turn as official wife ended Monday after breakfast. At that goodbye breakfast, Zach asked her, "What do you think of our new idea? Was it good?"

Berte texted her response. "It was good that you were mine all the time, that I didn't have to share with anyone. That said, I missed the help in bed! Having you at me again and again at night was wonderful the first couple of nights. It was still good after that, but so much! You need to sneak away and bother the rest of Trigonometry every once in a while, lover." In fact, he had been bothering Trigonometry regularly during the week and a half. There were also his other liaisons.

"Did anybody complain?" asked Zach.

Berte texted, "No, but they're so kind, of course they wouldn't. I felt guilty that you weren't more available to the others."

"Don't worry about it. They probably enjoyed the respite," said Zach. "After this, are you going to stay in town, or are you going to visit Ben or somebody else?"

"Do you want me to stay?" asked Berte with her voice.

"Of course I want you to stay," said Zach. "But I also want you to go explore your sexuality. And there's only a limited amount of time to visit Ben and other folks here on Earth. There will be time enough for us on the mission and on Mars."

Berte furrowed her brows and switched back to text. "I can tell you're emotional. It sounds like you want me to go, yes?"

"I don't want you to think I don't want you," Zach said.

"You're being emotional. Your language is all messed up. You want me, yes?" Berte texted.

"Yes," said Zach. "I want you and I love you, desperately."

"You're being so emotional I can barely understand you. I feel strongly for you too, Zach. Do you doubt it? You need one of those declarations you're always creating for us," texted Berte. "Repeat after me. I'm a perfect husband and will be a perfect father. All women want me, and all men want to be me. Every woman of Trigonometry owns me, loves me, and wants me equally, because that's girl power! I am content in my exquisite perfection."

Zach read her text message dutifully and with appropriate solemnity. She smiled at him, kissed him, and calmly left for work. She never imagined their love would end. It was the blessing of first love. He vowed he would never damage that blessing for her. Unless he was mistaken, she was limping a little this morning. Maybe he'd been too hard on her last night. She was just so delectable. When she was gone, he missed her like an open wound. He already missed her, and she wasn't even out the door. When she was around, he couldn't get enough of her. She shut his apartment door after herself.

Colby's week as official wife began. At the moment of that realization, Zach felt excitement for her in his belly, in his loins. They kicked off the week by having lunch together. He gave her the square of chocolate. During the balance of the day, he kept his commitments, both work-related and sexual. His thoughts turned often to her. One reason the week felt special to him was because it would be special for her, he hoped.

That evening, Zach and Colby had dinner together at his apartment. Berte had stayed here with him, and now it was Colby's turn. As they ate, he saw her looking around, no doubt noticing tiny clues of Berte's former occupancy. Maybe Colby could smell Berte. Zach had tried to be scrupulous with clean dishes, fresh bedclothes, and the like.

When dinner was over, Colby said, "You've been giving me that eye ever since I arrived. I know that thirsty look. You've been good and patient." She stood up and kicked off her flats. She knew she had Zach's undivided attention. She calmly and casually slid down her jeans and panties and braced herself against the dining table. "Come get your chocolate," she announced.

Zach was surprised. He deemed it auspicious. Within seconds, he got on his knees and nuzzled her little pucker. His tongue did sloppy loving things to her vulva. He was in heaven. She really did realize this was his equivalent of the square of chocolate. He could choose to be offended that she acted like it was a favor to him. Instead, he realized that she was doing love her way. Despite knowing physical contact was his thing, her love was favors, as best he understood. Putting it in the guise of a favor was her form of love. Regardless of how he got here, her pussy tasted sweet, like oatmeal cookies. He could roll with it.

In the morning, they were resting after their second bout since daybreak. Colby sat up, and Zach grabbed her. She didn't resist as he pinned her down pushed into her, somewhat desperately, a third time. Instead, she grunted, "Did Berte take it from you all night like this?"

Zach was wary of her asking about his other liaisons. The question seemed practical, though. "Sometimes," he replied. "I calm down," he assured her.

"Her pussy must be made of leather!" Colby grumbled.

"Am I hurting you?" Zach paused and asked, concerned.

"Uhhhhh, no," Colby whimpered. In the stillness, Zach's penis fully stretched her quivering slot. Colby tensed and orgasmed, clipping him smartly. "It's just that I'm not sure I'll be able to walk straight today."

"Tell people that yesterday was a leg day," Zach joked. He continued with a vengeance as Colby mewed another orgasm. Her skin was dark against the sheets in the morning sun. He pulled out and turned her over to missionary. She was ready, and spread her legs wide for him. He got a flash of mildly distressed pink. He lined up and pushed his penis there, forcing her tiny slick vagina to once more admit him.

"Oof!" said Colby. It was always an adjustment for her to take him, even if they were in the middle of lovemaking. Her vaginal muscles squirmed and gripped him tightly. She felt so exquisite. "Now, who should you cheat with first?" she moaned.

"Huh?" said Zach, enthralled in his final strokes.

"Oh, almost, almost, AAAH!" Colby cried as Zach shot one good strong hot burst of semen deep into her. The world was still except for their breathing. "Anming, probably," she said. "Yes, Anming."

"Anming?" breathed Zach.

"Yes, as soon as we part ways, you're going to find Anming, and get her somewhere private. Carry her if you need to. I think you treat her more gently than she'd prefer, darling. Though she's made IN China, she's not made OF China, heh. Carry some lube with you. Take her asshole without mercy."

"But Colby, I've never-" said Zach.

"Am I the official wife or aren't I?" asked Colby pointedly.

"You are," Zach admitted.

"Well, you had that stranger, the stripper, fuck her ass weeks ago, it seems to me. Undoubtedly, she has been waiting patiently for you to enjoy her back door for yourself ever since then. You will man up and end her waiting, Zach," Colby ordered.

"Yes ma'am," said Zach.

"And you will spank her ass," Colby added. "Hard enough that she yelps and squirms. Not some wussy spanks."

"Okay," said Zach.

"And pull her hair. Make her arch her back all the way as you ass-fuck her," said Colby.

"Her hair is pretty short..." Zach pointed out.

"Then grab more of it!" Colby insisted. "You've got big hands. Don't wuss out. Give her the use she needs, the punishment she needs."

"What do you mean?" Zach complained. "Anming deserves to be cherished."

"Sex is not about what she deserves. It's about what she wants, what she needs," said Colby. "Look at the evidence. She sought out a lesbian drug addict because the woman understood what Anming needed and gave it to her. It's not that Anming is very lesbian. She needs something you're not giving her. And with the BDSM place as well. Stop treating her with kid gloves."

"Okay," agreed Zach.

"Maybe you should bother her twice today. Or twice every day," mused Colby. "It would be good to wear you down so you sleep more soundly at night. You're so restless."

"My nightly activities are not a function of my rambunctiousness," explained Zach. "It's a need to be one with you, like an itch I can't quite scratch."

"Well, I know you need an awful lot of your chocolate girl," said Colby. Her breathing had quickened again. Zach's pale pink penis disappeared into her wide open mouth. Her teeth flashed as she kept them out of the way. She'd been taking lessons from Aanya or somebody. He stopped her momentarily and lay her down with a pillow under her back. Her head was thrown back a bit. He straddled her, reversed, and crouched, and licked her clitoris. She grabbed his ass and guided him down her throat. With her hands on his ass, she could signal to him how deep she wanted his penis. On top, he could bend his body over far enough to lick her vulva as she sucked him.

Later that morning, Zach walked into Anming's office. Michaela was in there with her. Michaela saw the look in Zach's eye and said, "I need break. Bathroom break. Long... long break." She left hastily. Zach closed the door after her.

"No, my husband," said Anming, looking up at him. "I'm in the middle of my work."

"I'm here to inspire you," said Zach.

"My husband-" Anming started. He deftly picked her up from her chair with a squeal. He firmly bent her over the table she and Michaela had been working on. "My husband-" Anming stammered again. Zach pulled up her knee length skirt and ripped her panties off. One quick tug to demolish them hurt the least. He exposed his penis and coated it and her derriere crack liberally with surgical lubricant. "It's dirty!" she squealed. "Aaaa!" as he pressed the head of his rock stiff penis through her tiny surprised anal sphincter.

Anming's hands thrashed at the table, scattering papers, as he held her down. He got a thorough grip on her short hair with one hand. He wiped off his lubed hand on his pant leg. Holding her hair firmly, he rocked into her inch by inch as she complained, "It hurts! It's dirty!" In response to this, he smacked her hard across the bottom. She stopped complaining in English. She said something in Chinese. He smacked her again, hard, and pulled back her hair sharply. He kept her back arched with his other hand.

Zach rammed Anming's rectum with the full length of his penis firmly and vigorously. She bleated incoherently twice as he tightened his grip on her hair. Wow, her rectum was extremely tight. Her entire body was shaking, confused as he pounded her. At least she wasn't crying out in pain, and she would be if she was in pain. She wasn't using her safe word. Colby's plan seemed to be working. He began to enjoy himself.

Zach pounded Anming deeply and rapidly, as he knew she liked it in the front. Her bathroom smell wafted up at him. It wasn't unpleasant. It smelled healthy and earthy. "Ugh, smell!" she moaned in humiliation. With the tightness of her anus and her quivering body, he swiftly climbed closer to orgasm. Feeling her arch reflexively under him, he knew she wasn't hating it.

Then from her, a surprising harsh peal of sound, a bleat. He could feel her anus clip him and pulse. She'd orgasmed from this. He pulled back her hair more firmly and smacked her firmly across the bottom again. Her whole body vibrated, pinned in place by his. She breathed, choked out a cry. He felt her anus clip him again. A second orgasm in less than a minute.

One last hair pull and spank, and Zach was into his short strokes. He gripped Anming's ass cheek with his spanking hand. He forced her head against the table with his other hand. He needed her motionless. He didn't want to accidentally pop out at the last moment. Three more strokes, two, his body tensed. He emitted a low moan of pleasure and satisfaction. The hot load of his balls splashed deep into her rectum. She was quivering. He held her pinned as he regained his composure.