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.