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He finishes his food. “It must be done to normalize your being, my wife. I am proud of you and will not allow you to hide in the shadows. You have done more than most people would ever have the confidence to do. I think it is a good idea if you host the lunch today, so you do not work yourself up over it.”

I’m speechless. I wonder if he is really in love with me, and that’s why he cannot see that his crew isn’t going to like an alien who used to be a servant and, before that, a volunteer, aka slave, now married to their top man. I decide that I’d rather have his love and admiration than his concerns about what his crew thinks, if I’m choosing. “I will do it to get it over with,” I say.

“It’s not really a question,” he answers. “Now, would you like to have a shower?”

“Yes, but you can go first.”

“Or we could go together?” he suggests, and now I’m positive he’s giving me another opportunity to say ‘yes’ to sex, and I’m not going to miss it.

“Yes,” I reply.

My Commander rises, and I follow him. We go into the bathroom together. He turns and begins undressing me, and at the same time, I try undressing him, but he puts my hands down by my sides and says, “No, please let me undress my wife.”

He starts at my collar and begins unclasping my pajamas. As he does, his fingers linger on my skin. And for once, I wish I had a million clasps on my clothing for him to undo. I love the feel of his fingers brushing my bare skin. When my tunic is undone, he slowly takes it down from my shoulders, revealing my breasts. My nipples are hard, and more than anything, I want him to take one in his mouth.

To my dismay, he avoids my breasts and begins unclasping my trousers. His hands seductively circle my waist along the band. His hands run down my backside, my bottom, and my thighs as he lowers my trousers. He goes on his knees before me as I step out of them.

Standing completely naked in front of him, I look down, wondering what he will do. His strong hands run back up my calves and the back of my thighs a few times. It occurs to me he is trying to gauge my body’s reaction to his caresses. I am hesitant to say anything as I don’t want to jeopardize him stopping. However, I worry my human body isn’t responding in the same way a Silver female’s would in this situation. He knew what to do yesterday because he has seen me masturbate more than a hundred times, but this is different. I’m not sure what to do now, and I don’t want him to get the impression that I don’t want to have sex because I do.

I watch him as his hands caress my inner thighs. Then he softly commands me, “Stand with your legs apart. I want to look at you.”

I obey him.

He runs his fingers lightly through the hair covering my sex, sending shivers up my body. Silvers have hair in the same places as humans, so I don’t feel uncomfortable about the hair on my body. If this were a human man, I would be explaining why I couldn’t shave, but the Commander has hair in similar places on his body, so I would be surprised if he thought it was strange I did as well. Although I do not know the grooming habits of Silver females on the Home Planet.

His fingers trace the lip of my outer fold, and I catch my breath. I’m so ready for sex. I hope he sees that. He most definitely must feel it on his fingers. He continues to caress me lightly back and forth in a nice rhythm, and my body is really heating up. It’s been years since I had sex, and now that it’s on my mind, all I can think about is seeing his long and thick penises every morning and every night and how they would feel inside of me, slowly going in and out. My mind is racing, and I wonder if he will put both in my vagina at once or let each one take a turn. Or one in my vagina and one in my ass. I’ve never had anal sex before, but I’m so aroused right now I would agree to any of those three options.

My Commander’s fingers are opening up my labia, and he’s found my clit. He runs his thumb over it, and I jump back. He motions me back over with his hand, and his cobalt eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them with desire. I stand in front of him again, and he puts one strong hand on the back of my upper thighs to hold me in place while he take turns gently caressing my clit and blowing on it.

I want to tell him I just want to have sex, but in the years I have served him, I know that he’s the one who likes being in charge and that he won’t stop unless it’s hurting me. And he’s definitely not hurting me.

A hot tingle starts spreading through my body, and I find that my thoughts are drifting off. An orgasm is on the horizon, and my mind and body are totally focused on it. The kind of orgasm that I’ve not had in years because I’ve never been with another person in years, and there’s only so much excitement you can have alone. I had thought that my body had forgotten how to feel this way. But it hasn’t. It’s on overdrive. I would do anything my Commander asks me to do now.

“That’s it, my wife,” he repeatedly says, guiding my body into a hurricane of pleasure.

My whole body trembles with the orgasm coursing through me, but he doesn’t stop, he keeps going, and I keep coming. I close my eyes and scream out his name, “My Commander, Yes.” If he wasn’t holding me tightly by the back of one of my thighs, I’d fall over. I’m shaking so much.

“Yes, my wife, let me pleasure you,” he says as I come again.

He has me coming again and again. All I can hear is my heartbeat thumping in my ears, and it’s impossible to open my eyes. It feels so good. I could die right now. And I have dirty thoughts about the doctor and sickbay monitoring my heart rate, which must be off the charts right now. There’s no question that the doctor knows his commander is pleasuring his new wife.

Finally, when my body has no more orgasms left, I relax against him; he still strokes me gently up and down my thighs as he did, to begin with. Then he stands up and pulls me against him, his hand in my hair, gently forcing my gaze up. “Are you ready to go further?” he asks.

“Yes, but I’ve never been with anyone but a human male,” I admit. I can see on his face that I might have said something wrong, but I don’t ask or say anything else. This is the truth.

After a few seconds, he says, “So, no one touched you on the farm.”

“No,” I reply. “There were a few customers, but they liked the other purple-colored alien females. No one ever asked for me.” Now I wish I wouldn’t have said anything because I have completely ruined the mood, and I think that’s why he gave me that look.

“Well, the purple aliens have two vaginas and would have been cheaper than a Water person,” he explains. “And you are so much more delicate.”

“I see,” I say. “Do Silver females have two vaginas?”

He looks at me with surprise. “I’m glad you stopped this. I just realized you need an anatomy lesson today.”

I frown and pull him closer to me. “Can we do it after I get some practical experience?”

He gives me a squeeze. “Absolutely not. I just remembered something as well, and I do not want you to be surprised, so we will shower, get dressed, have lunch with the officers, and then have an anatomy lesson.”

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