“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.”