John set down the sheaf of deployment papers onto the table, exasperated. His wife Sherri sat with him on the couch, her feet in his lap, resting her head on her knuckles.
"It feels like you only just got back," she lamented.
John was a navigation technician for the starship Deep Well. It was as glorious as it sounded: A whole lot of sitting around, waiting for something to go wrong. As well as it paid, it still numbed the mind to nothingness.
"How long this time?" Sherri asked, running her foot along her husband's side with a reassuring petting.
John forced a gentle, resigned smile, "I come back December 1st."
He felt a pit in his stomach. He was home and he already missed his wife. It was a problem he had: anticipation. He was the kind of person to buy a sweater and imagine it collecting dust in its closet. He was quick to think of where something was going, and it brought anxieties and sorrows during moments that should be satisfying and joyful. Why was he already souring his mood, when right now he should be using every precious second mindfully?
"The whole month?" Sherri was saddened, too, but she inhaled deeply as she added, "Well, that's good. A short trip, at least."
John couldn't help himself, "Yeah, until I get back and they ship me out again same-week--for even longer."
Sherri put a hand on his shoulder. John looked at her. And, for a bit, he felt alright. Though, he felt no better than alright.
"Thanks, honey," John kissed his wife's cheek, "Sorry."
"Stop being so negative," Sherri smiled playfully, "You know you're ugly when you scowl."
John rolled his eyes and half-smiled, "I do not scowl," he said, shaking his head.
"No, you glower," Sherri made a severe face.
The two laughed and held each other. For a while, Sherri traced a finger along John's chest. John rubbed his hand along Sherri's thigh. She looked at him in his half-undressed distraction. His dress shirt was unbuttoned, his undershirt tight against him. His gray pants were open at the waist, undone with belt ends hanging out from either side. His black hair was neat and tight against his head, with an errant coil springing up, avoiding his notice.
He squeezed her leg, firmly. She saw the veins on his forearm pronounce, like she was watching his heartrate increase. She looked up and saw him staring at her with his full focus drawn away from the distractions of work. His gaze didn't waver from hers.
He said in his calm, level voice, "Come with me to the bed."
Sherri swallowed, smirking, "Hold on there," she felt her heart try to run away with her thoughts, but she kept to her plan.
She said, "Hey, since you'll be gone all of November... how about we participate?"
John raised an eyebrow, "Oh, is this a power play, Sherri?"
Sherri threw her chin up with cartoonish defiance, "You read me like a book. So wise, John. I'm serious: Can you try to go this month without cumming?"
John shrugged, "I guess I could. It shouldn't be too difficult away from you."
Sherri shook her head, "No, I'm thinking something different."
Sherri hopped over to the bookshelf and withdrew a box. She showed its contents to John. There was a ring, and beside it was another ring with some kind of harness. John looked, quizzically, up from the contraption into the radiant face of his wife. Her beaming visage was grinning ear-to-ear. John opened his mouth, "What is--"
"It's an aperture device!" Sherri cut him off excitedly.
She grabbed the ring with wild fervor, "This thing is where it comes out, and--" she was too fast, and the harness fell to the ground.
She knelt to the ground, retrieving it quickly, "--and this goes on your dick!"
The aperture technology created a portal that teleported an object. This harness and ring were a pair with a wormhole between them: When worn, the harness would swallow John's genitals and output them to the ring. They operated to any distance, instantly.
She looked at his bewildered face. There was a long pause, because Sherri expected John to ask a question and John expected Sherri to explain more. Since neither spoke, Sherri grabbed John's waistband.
John's strong hand held hers in his grip. John stood silently, and as he did he slid out from his pants. Sherri, kneeling in front of him, faced her husband's groin. She saw a thick, horizontal outline tracing a soft shadow across his front, tapering down to a tip as it ran to his hip. She never got used to its size; as big as it looked naked, it somehow seemed larger when covered.
John put a hand under her chin, lifting her eyes to look up at him. She struggled to ignore his more exciting appendage. He told her, "I'll play your game, but you'll need to take care of me before we start."
Sherri grinned, "This is so hot. Okay: Starting tomorrow, you'll wear this harness and it'll mean that I have control of your dick for the month."
She crept a finger under his underwear, but before she pulled them down John added, "And, in exchange for letting you own me for November, I expect to be able to own you for December."
Sherri nodded, her heart starting to run in her chest. John stepped close to her, staring down into her bright eyes. She stared up at him, feeling so wonderfully little. John brushed the hair from her face.
The thought of him, at her mercy for a whole month, excited her deeply. She was so often the one playing powerless, that this opportunity was one of her fantasies. John was a man of planning and control, who did well with decision-making. Sherri was the spontaneous one, adaptable and quick to roll with his frameworks. She wanted to see how he'd react when he was beholden to her plans.
Sherri put a hand on his hip and squeezed against the feeling of his pelvis bone.. She responded with ambition, "Yes. You get to have me, every day, however you want for all of December."
She held eye contact with him as long as she could, but couldn't help glancing down at the movement in his pants. Her eyes darted back and forth between the impression of her husband's cock and his unwavering, alert blue eyes.
"If," she tried to take charge, "you can last the month without begging to cum. You know I'll make it torture."
"Alright," he agreed, "Only one of us needs to cum that badly."
He grabbed her face in his strong hand and she breathed heavily. She pulled down his clothes and lost her sense. That night, knowing that they'd be apart, they didn't get much sleep. They were far too busy fucking to get any real rest.
It was the next morning,
Day 1
, when John departed, beginning his first day of a month of boredom. He finished his duties, then sat back to wait for the Deep Well to follow its routing. He idly texted home to check on his wife. A text message came from her.
Sherri: I'm going to the bathroom, need to go?
John: I guess we need to learn how to coordinate that. Fine.
Sherri took her toy with her, petting it like an animal as she sat down to the toilet. She handled herself, then had a devious thought.
Sherri: I'll let you know when you're aimed right.
John: Be careful not to drop the ring.
Sherri started stroking John's cock. The smooth shaft was trimmed hairless, as they both preferred. She grabbed it at the base and flopped it around, swinging it and slapping its long tip against the palm of her other hand. She pumped it in her loosely encircled grip, halfheartedly, not really trying to be pleasurable. She went up and down from its base to halfway up, each second feeling the thing getting rigid. When she stopped to survey her work, she saw her husband at full-mast in front of her. Protruding from the ring resting on her knee, his dick would stretch from her chin to forehead. She fondly remembered checking, and smiled to herself.
She stood, turned around, and aimed the thing toward the toilet.
Sherri: Okay, ready? You can fire away lol
John: I'm very obviously not ready.
John sat with his arms crossed and an expression of effort on his face. This was... hard. He grunted, exasperated, and walked to the restroom on the ship. He shut the private room's door and stared at the toilet, forcing himself over the mental hurdle.
When it began, Sherri cackled like a witch. It was so weird! After several seconds, it stopped. Then, Sherri squinted, uncertain. Did she... squeeze it like a tube of toothpaste to clean it? She'd heard of shaking it, but didn't really know how that was supposed to work, mechanically, with the rigid thing she'd forced it to be.
John had to explain it to her, embarrassed with the situation despite himself.
On
Day 2
, Sherri ended the night with a shower. The devices were fully waterproof, so there was no concern for its function or safety. But, she was extremely worried about ensuring that it wouldn't fall. She couldn't set it on the floor, since she was worried she'd step on it. She placed it on the small relief in the wall of their shower.
As she cleaned herself, she spared some amount of soap and made sure to deeply attend to her husband's part. She ran her fingers along his balls, gently rolling them in her hands with the lightest touch. She lathered them into white clouds, and in doing so excited the main member. John's dick rose to attention, inviting her to clean it. Diligently, she made sure it would be spotless.
All the while, John tossed and turned in his bed,
On
Day 3
, Sherri decided to toy with John a bit more actively. She had let him acclimate to life without a dick, but now it was time to go on the attack.
