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."
