75: Friday, Pisces 13, 231 0800 hours OST: Galvanized
Anming awakened, refreshed, and sore in her private areas. She had received a visit in the middle of the night from her virile and insatiable husband. He had texted her beforehand. She pointedly assured him he need not. She would rather be awakened by his warm giant body crushing her to the bed than by her phone.
By the time he arrived, she was gushing for him. He delivered to her orgasm after orgasm in many forceful strokes. Only when they were closer than two nightingales in flight did he release his cream, and they visited heaven together. With barely a pause, he repeated the experience. He lasted twice as long, and sent them both even higher into the stratosphere.
Always, it seemed her dear husband was a dark challenge to her morals and sanity. He turned her over, and using their moisture, used her dirty excrement hole as well. As usual, she had to bite her pillow not to decry his actions as vile. Even so, she suffered many unwelcome but extremely powerful orgasms from her husband's perverse use of her. Secretly, she craved it with guilty intensity. She must discuss this matter honestly and openly with Colleen, both the good and bad.
Upon rising for the day, she showered his clinging scent and cream off herself as well as possible. She ate a light breakfast. She proceeded up to the core via Radial Arm Bay A2 to visit and work with Michaela. She had gotten fairly dexterous on the radial arm bay ladders. She was climbing up while holding her computing tablet and a travel mug of coffee in one arm.
There was a bang that burst her eardrums. She, along with her tablet, coffee, and shoes went flying up the radial arm bay and smacked into the bubble. Luckily, she didn't hit her head. She bounced off the bubble and found herself gripping the hatch lever of the aft fusion reactor bay. There was explosive decompression happening. She cycled the hatch, got inside, and managed to close the hatch after herself.
Only when she was calming down, safe in the fusion bay, did she reconstruct events. In her experience, it had just been a terrible loud bang that disoriented her. When she regained some sense, she was gripping the fusion bay door hatch and pulled herself in. In the confusion of decompression, it was blind luck that set her upon the fusion bay door hatch. Surely the bubble had saved her life. If she had struck the metal walls of the core at the speed she was yanked up the radial arm bay, it would have surely killed her. Or, she would have been sucked bodily into space, or piece by piece. She shuddered.
She had lost her accessories, her shoes, and her phone. She felt disoriented and dizzy from her head injury. Her ears and nose were bleeding slightly. Her baby was kicking strongly, agitated but healthy. For this, she breathed a great sigh of relief. She tried to rest, hoping rescue would come soon. She lashed herself to the hatch handle by her belt so she wouldn't float away. She tried to sleep.
She was awakened by three distinct knocks on the hatch. Before she could answer, there were another three knocks. She had nothing to knock back with. Luckily, there was a small tool cabinet by the side of the door. She got out a wrench and knocked back. Soon they were knocking excitedly back and forth. As communication, it lacked subtlety, but communication had definitely been established.
"Anming has sealed herself into the aft fusion bay," Alexis told Zach. He started breathing again. Colby had been holding him. He had started shaking several minutes ago, fearing the worst. He started to cry long and hard with relief.
The rest was cleanup. Although the PSS had to be rebalanced, the repairs to Radial Arm B2 made it stronger than before. Berte and Khushi sealed the breach with new hull plating. They repaired and replaced the power and control conduits that had been damaged or obliterated. Mateo was the hero of the day. After finding Anming, he went EVA and did all the outside welds on the hull plates as well.
Being quite pregnant, a general anesthetic was out of the question for Anming. It was only minor surgery to replace her blown out eardrums. Zach performed the surgery with Ayana assisting. By the end of a few weeks, her inner ears would heal the rest of the way themselves.
Aside from necessary functions, Zach would not leave Anming's side. He repeated to her in joy and amazement, "Your survival is a great miracle." Colby argued to Anming that she should therefore start her week with Zach now. Despite her near-deafness, Anming understood Colby's meaning. Anming argued, "Please, fellow wife, I haven't the strength to serve our husband as he should be served. You know, as a wife should serve. Please continue to serve as the receptacle of his ardent love for a few more days at least."
"Well, I suppose so," said Colby. "I've never been a receptacle for ardent love before." She rolled her eyes.
Anming understood that communication well enough without hearing. "But you are!" she shouted at Colby. "Don't you understand?! You're the main receptacle! The rest of us are pale shadows in comparison!"
"I don't know about that," Colby told her. "He was shaking like a leaf when he feared you were gone. He was so upset, he couldn't cry until after he knew you were alive. I said... he couldn't cry until after we found you!"
"Colby," said Anming, "If something happened to you, the very heavens would weep but to reflect Zachary's sadness over it."
"I'm not sure if we're admiring each other or Zach in this conversation," said Colby.
"I should rest," said Anming. They left her to sleep.
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That evening, Colby and Zach shared a pleasant dinner with Anming and Colleen. Jason begged off, saying he had already eaten. He'd been doing that a lot lately. Zach knew it was likely awkwardness around the undisclosed Colby triangle. Nevertheless, he felt it would be weird not to ask after him. "What's with that guy?" he asked.
Anming was trying to follow the conversation, but her recovering ears were still mostly deaf. Zach knew sign language, but Anming didn't. She wouldn't have learned ASL in any case. She sat there looking confused. Colby glared pointedly at Colleen. Evidently that was some kind of signal. Colleen said, "I'm trying to calm him down about it. He's no doubt concerned about us being caught together in his stateroom after the meteor strike. I tried to explain our open marriage, but it's hard for these guys to understand. Where he's from, people get killed over being found dallying with another man's wife."
Zach announced, "I'm done eating dinner, by the way." Colby rose, pulled down her stretch pants and panties together, and bent over the galley table. This was their rule. If a stranger had been here, they would have gone somewhere private right after dinner, but this was family. Colby moved her plate over in front of her. She still had a few bites to finish while Zach had her.
Zach proposed, "Maybe I should talk to Jason?"
"No it's fine, it's fine," Colby and Colleen implored on top of each other. Colleen said, "It's my business. I can handle it, Zach."
"Just offering," said Zach. He stroked the head of his cock in Colby's copious, copious juices. This was too much excitement to be meant for any one man, he thought. Not that he was complaining. She must be getting off because she was secretly doing the both of them. He'd be the first to admit that having something exciting on the side could really rev the engines. At least, that was, as long as it didn't crater the primary relationship. Thus, open marriage. Though, for open, their marriage sure seemed to have some closely guarded secrets.
"And thank you for offering," Colleen told Zach graciously.
"I'm concerned about you, baby-- UHNNN!" said Colby. Zach thrust into Colby's wet snatch and was now taking her.
Anming tried to act nonchalant and kept eating her noodles.
Colleen observed them openly and smiled. Colby was ignoring the rest of her meal in front of her. Her eyes were fluttering. She was already nearly comatose at the huge feel of their husband. Colleen knew that feeling, and she was getting quite damp thinking about it.
"How are you concerned about me?" Zach asked Colby, thrilling to her slick, toned vagina. It was apparent she was doing her kegels, or the equivalent. A lot of them.
"The way you reacted to Anming's disappearance," said Colby.
"Well, she was almost certainly dead, honey," said Zach. "Should that be nothing?"
"No," said Colby. "But space is a dangerous place. Mars is a dangerous place. You're deeply involved with umpteen women and their children. I don't want you folding like a house of cards if one of them gets hurt or dies. The rest of us will need you, Zach." She was gritting her teeth now, close to orgasm. But it was clear she felt strongly about this.
Zach stopped thrusting, much to Colby's dismay and frustration. "I reserve the right to be absolutely torn to shreds if anything happens to any of you or to any of the kids," Zach said. Colby opened her mouth but Zach preempted her, "And, and, keep living a healthy and productive life to honor them. It's like when my parents died so suddenly. I felt I had nothing to live for. And I still feel like I have nothing intrinsic to live for. I live to serve and contribute. Usually I can include myself in that along with everybody else. That's my intention. That will have to be enough."
"I'm satisfied," said Colby. "But not, um... please keep going with... Zach, please," she grinned sheepishly.
"I'm going to wrap my heart around yours so tight, Colby Lincoln, and all of you," Zach said. He gripped her ass cheeks firmly with both hands. He pumped deliciously in her, feeling the tension quickly build in her entire body as she reached for her orgasm. "Mmm. I'm putting all my cards on the table. Everything for you." He felt her pussy quiver and grip him as he pushed in. So delicious.
