69: Monday Oct 19, 2043, 0900 hours CST: Countdown
"Colby my darling, how was your week of wedded bliss?" asked Zach.
"I'm looking forward to... let's see... 52 weeks in a year... ten times a year for the next 100 years more of this," Colby chuckled. "Yeah, in about 50 years, I'll be like, yeah. All night with a mechanized robot with a baseball bat for a dick? Bring it on! I won't even feel it. I've had my Zach reaming me to the size of a zeppelin hangar for the last 50 years."
"So I'm just preparation for our future robotic overlords?" said Zach.
"If so, I'll be prepared," kidded Colby. "I think I'll be walking funny until next time. Did you know the staff secretary, when she sees me, now greets me with 'Howdy cowpoke'? That's on you, buddy. Oh yeah, and the women around that office have started asking, 'How can I learn to walk like that?' I tell them it's a trade secret because you're all mine. Mine and, you know..." She had a touch of sadness that was gone in an instant. "I can still feel it in my tits from when you got me back-"
"Yeah," recalled Zach, "You started laughing, so I started laughing, but it was serious, and-"
"But after Berte you started making stuff up!" Colby laughed, "THIS is so you don't mess with Texas! THIS is to free the penguins!" They had a laughing fit together. "But tit slapping moratorium. Ha ha. Tit slapping armistice. I'm a reformed tit pacifist."
"Ha ha me too," agreed Zach.
"So I'll make sure all of Trigonometry knows the rule," smirked Colby.
"The rule?"
"Of how to treat you at the dinner table," said Colby.
"I thought that was ours," said Zach.
"It's clear to me you need it, and things like it, to stay healthy," said Colby. "Or not 'need.' More like it's a good way to keep you healthy, keep you all tuned up and purring."
"Purring," said Zach, "got it."
"Well, I'm off," Colby said.
"Um," Zach said. He didn't even know why. Or he did. Colby had put the image of Anming in his mind. She bent over his dining table with a humiliated, reproachful look and hesitantly, obediently exposed herself. There was Colleen slipping down her slacks and panties. She bent over his table with bedroom eyes and a sweet smirk. In his mind, Berte dropped her drawers and bent over with a confused look. She hadn't quite followed Colby's reasoning. She didn't quite know what to expect. Then was the vision of Aanya. She bent over and exposed her firm copper bubble buns, purring, waiting passively for her mock-rape. "Um," he stood up to face her. The hard-on straining in his pants was obvious.
"Zach," Colby said, shaking her head in wonder at his horniness. "Okay," she said. She stepped over to her usual fucking spot at the dining table. She slid her jeans and panties down to her knees. She rested and adjusted her front and head on the table for comfort. "I'm still slick from our morning, uh, however many times. Could you be quick? I have a 10 AM at the base." She was careful for his feelings. "I don't want to rush you, lover. It's just the demands of work."
Zach stepped around the table to behind Colby and unzipped. She was right, she was drenched. There was a little white showing, but mostly, it seemed, her own juice. He pushed into her with delight. She made a sound between intense pleasure and receiving a swift bear hug. She turned her head to the side. She knew he liked to see her face during. He hiked up the back of her blouse and ran his hands up onto her back. He delighted in the look and feel of her dark skin against his pale hands. As he enjoyed pushing and opening her wet tightness, he thought of their next hundred years, as she said. Her need for this time between them.
It stabbed him in the chest suddenly, that he couldn't really provide her with a happily ever after. Her one-on-one was not a permanent home but a time share. His reasoning sacked him again, how he would never provide what she needed. She was perfect, and he was a cheating dirtbag. "Honey," Colby broke in, "Are you crying?"
Tears squeezed helplessly out of Zach's eyes as he rapidly approached his crisis. She was with him. She whimpered and quivered out another orgasm. He felt so at one with her. She was his everything. He wanted to give... everything. His hips smacked and locked against her ass. He lovingly placed a thick dollop of his best deep into her womb. He sighed. More tears. He didn't want to tell the truth. She knew it anyway. "It's just that I love you so much," he said softly, apologetically.
"Honey, this isn't goodbye," Colby scolded. "Call if you need me anytime, even in the middle of the night. We'll go somewhere private and take care of you, okay, no questions asked."
Colby was treating Zach's desire for her like a physical addiction. She wasn't far from wrong, he supposed. She misunderstood his tears, which was just as well. He felt the lie between them though. "I'm sad that I can't give you everything you need."
"Honey, you give me absolutely everything I need," Colby argued a little too stridently. "Do you think I care about those other bitches? Well, they're friends of mine, actually, so I'm glad they get to be satisfied. But you get what I mean? I'm fine. I'm solid. Put it out of your mind, baby. Is this why you were crying yesterday afternoon? Oh, sweetheart!"
Actually, Zach had been crying yesterday afternoon because Berte left town. "It was related," he replied. He had a deeper web of lies wrapped around trying not to hurt Colby. He unpinned her from the dining table. He caught most of their product in his hand as he pulled out of her. He washed his hands in the sink as she arranged herself. She gave him a peck on the cheek. He heard his apartment door open and close. Duty called. She had been more than generous. She was more than generous. She was perfect. And he didn't deserve her. Sooner or later, that fact would catch up to them both. For now, for as long as he could, he resolved to ignore the problem.
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Trigonometry decreed that he would spend the next week without a wife. Instead he would focus all out on getting Michaela pregnant. Time was short. It was long past time, in the entire crew's minds, to knock up the Bulgarian. The crew must complete their collection of babies.