The Decimator was on the second of its four year tour of the United System's so-called unknown territories, which was about one hundredth of the adventure it sounded. It was a good, stable position usually given to relatively recent graduates into the Forces in need of basic experience, and involved little chance of actual battle; their mission was to identify and catalogue the contents of each of the star systems they entered, week after week.
"How was your shift?" Vesser asked, gathering their bowls and placing them in the incinerator. With a flash, the remains of their meal crumbled to dust and was sucked into the ventilation system.
"Good!" Nirenna said, leaning back precariously on her chair. The smudges of grease on the front of her crew's uniform hinted that she had at least gotten some work done, rather than spending her entire shift doing manoeuvres and training hand-to-hand combat.
"We think we've found the source of that weird noise in the mess," she added brightly, standing up. "Not a serious fault that will soon suck us all into space, I'm happy to report, but rather a worn fan belt. You should have a listen tomorrow at mid-meal."
"Sure..." Vesser's attention had long since drifted from what Nin was saying, to the fact that she had walked over to the bedroom entrance and removed the upper half of her uniform. Left on her upper body were a thin, white vest that hugged the generous curves of her large, round tits, tucked snugly into a sensible bra.
The loss of sexy underwear was one of the disadvantages of military issued clothes, but then again - Nin's tits would look great in anything. She leaned down to unlace her work boots, trousers tightening around her perfect, round ass cheeks. She was definitely teasing him.
"Are you going to join me?" she grinned, turning to face him as she kicked off her boots and dropped her trousers like some kind of blue collar-themed stripper. "If you take too long, I might fall asleep before you get here."
With that, she pulled the vest off, leaving only her black cotton panties and matching bra. Vesser could see her nipples outlined under the thin fabric; fabric that struggled to contain the entirety of her breasts. Raising his gaze, he could see her grinning at him, having clearly noticed what he was staring at. One dark eyebrow rose, but the reprimand was offset by the sparkle in her soft, brown eyes.
"Don't just stand there, get over here!" She tossed her silky brown ponytail over one shoulder and turned, diving onto the large double bed. Tradition demanded that spouses who were deployed on the same ship were allowed to share quarters, and Vesser had heard rumours of friends getting married just to avoid the bunk beds that housed the rest of the crew. Married life was sweet - especially married life with Nin. Standing on all fours on the bed, she wriggled her panty-clad butt at him in silent encouragement to get undressed and join her.
"Damn it, Nin," he said, unfastening the first of four buckles that kept his white officer's uniform snug about his torso to regulation standards. "If - no, when - I get on the Admiralty Board, I'm going to have them redesign these things so that I can both decide to fuck you, and actually fuck you, within the same hour. There."
Boots kicked off somewhere around the second buckle's unclasping, he tossed the jacket onto the armchair by the door with a soft tinkle of the handful of medals he had managed to earn in his three previous tours, then spared them the indignity of what they were about to see by covering them with his trousers. Lightly toned and with a certain delicate beauty about him though he was, the presence of underwear on his form did not enhance his appearance in the same way it did for Nin, and so he left his boxers on the polished metallic floor before joining his wife on the bed. He groaned as he closed in behind her, hands moving to begin unclasping the tense fabric of her black bra, while his naked cock pressed against the soft, warm cotton covering her round rear.
"Gods, I've been wanting to see these all day," he said, countering the playful wiggle of her butt by letting the unclasped fabric go and instead giving one of her panty-clad cheeks a gentle smack. A moment later, he landed on the bed beside her, pulling her down against him, her dislodged bra pinned between their forms as they kissed.
"Know what else I found out today, besides the worn fan belt in the mess?" Nin said, her pretty face taking on a slightly more serious look. "Kardo got sprayed with oil, so after we got back he jumped in the shower."
Despite himself, Vesser ears pricked at the mention of Kardo. Nin's fellow Junior Mechanic had been flirting unsuccessfully with her ever since he got on board a few weeks ago, and though nothing had happened his increasingly inventive propositions had been the frequent subject of dirty talk between the couple.
"I didn't think much about it, just went about filling out the report, but then he said 'Hey look!' and I turned without thinking. He had opened the door of the shower cubicle and was just standing there, naked, with the biggest prick I've ever seen. And it wasn't even fully erect, just sort of... half at attention. And he must have seen me staring, because he grinned and said 'Sure you don't want a taste of this, Nin? Vesser doesn't need to find out.' And damn it, I really wanted to just say yes and join him in the shower." Nin chewed on her lower lip, a mix of frustration and arousal on her face.
Vesser slipped his hand down the front of her panties and was not exactly surprised when his fingers found the entrance of Nin's tight, hot slit and it was sticky with arousal.
"Maybe I should request a shift change before I do something stupid?" Nin said. "But it's sexy too. Fuck..." She rolled over on her side and pulled Vesser closer, planting a hot, eager kiss on his lips. "What do you think? Maybe I should just fuck Kardo and get it over with?" Though she did her best to sound like she was just talking dirty, there was an undertone of real temptation in her voice. However much Vesser enjoyed fantasising about his sexy, big-busted wife getting screwed by her colleague, he knew that Nin got off just as much from imagining Kardo cornering her after a shift change and having his way with her. Seeing him naked and finding out just how well-endowed he was just the latest in a long list of temptations.
"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.
