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“Any more questions?” I ask.

“Do you think we will be able to have children?”

“I don’t know,” I say. There are some atrocities of mixes between aliens that live as outcasts on the Home Planet that I do not want to mention. “We will probably need medical assistance if we want children.”

“You mean so they would look like you?”

“No,” I correct her. “I mean viable.”

“Do you want children?” she asks.

“I was not even planning on marrying until yesterday.”

“But I thought,” she says and then stops.

“You thought because of that widow messaged me?”

“Yes.”

“My life before was very different than it is now. When she and I were together, I was a completely different person.”

“In what way,” she asks.

“In many, but I do not want to talk about that right now,” I walk a few steps over to her and take her hands, pulling her up. “It is your turn to talk about your biology, and I will be the student.”

She smiles at me, showing her dull teeth, and I take her place in the chair.

She searches ‘Water person, female’ in the database, and as I see it come up, I realize this is the first time she’s had access to anything outside her programs. I cannot help but wonder if she will be overwhelmed with the information. Not surprisingly, it takes her a few minutes to find what she is looking for.

“There’s a lot of information here. Why is there so much about Imperials with Water people?” she asks.

“That is also a discussion for another time as it is a long story,” I say. I do not want to stop her from looking at that, but I also do not want to discuss Imperials right now either. Thankfully, she trusts me and finds what she is looking for, a diagram of a Water woman.

“Here I am,” she says in the same humorous tone I had used to begin as well. “I don’t have special ears or a special tongue. I have breasts that are good for feeding babies and only one vagina. Any questions?”

“Do you develop more teats when you are pregnant to feed your young?” I ask.

“No,” she says, clearly surprised. “Do females on the Home Planet?”

“Usually about four extra, as litters range between three and six. Their nipples are strong and resistant to the poison in babies’ tongues.”

“Babies?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t think that’s going to happen for me,” she says, looking at me skeptically now.

I decide to change the subject. “Walk me through what’s sexy to you, Wife.”

“This is supposed to be a biology lesson. You cannot ask that.”

“But I did.”

When she does not answer me, I ask, “Did you like it when I ran my finger over the folds covering your vagina? Back and forth, slowly bringing you to orgasm?” I know just by talking about this, I am making her aroused again. But instead of answering me, she takes her hands and runs them slowly down the side of her body, caressing the sides of her breasts and then bringing both hands between her legs, never breaking eye contact with me. She repeats this a couple of times before I have no choice but to abandon the biology lesson and join her.

I rip off her dress, revealing her undergarments. I rip her bra off as well and then begin caressing her breasts. Her reaction is almost as arousing as the way her breasts feel in my hands. I rub her nipples between my fingers, making them hard. “You should have said before to start there,” I reprimand her. “I still want my human biology lesson.”

My wife says nothing but puts her hands around my neck and runs a finger over one of my ears. “And are these sensitive? Have you ever had an alien lick one? My tongue isn’t dangerous, but it’s hot and wet. I think you might like it,” she says.

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