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“I undress you every day. But I think a lot about you when you watch me masturbate,” she says.

“Tell me,” I say, forgetting about the list I had in my head detailing what should be done now that we were married.

“When I touch myself, I imagine that you are touching yourself at the same time. That you are so aroused when I orgasm that you make yourself come too,” she tells me sensually.

“It has always been the best part of my week. And at first, I never masturbated after watching you. But as time went on, I became unable to resist. I have been touching myself after watching you for the past six months. I have been fantasizing about touching you where you touch yourself and then, when you are ready, plunging myself into you until you orgasm again.”

“What are we waiting for?” she says, rising from her chair.

I rise and come closer to her. “I have imagined this so many times.”

“So have I,” she says, lifting her blue dress. “I’m not wearing underwear.”

I look down between her legs and only see brown hair covering her sex. Without hesitation, I put my hand between her legs and caress her as I have seen her do so many times to herself. I look at her face, eyes closed, and her hand on her breast. I pop it out of the top of her dress, and she gasps. I move my hand faster. “Is this how you imagined it would be?” I ask her.

“Yes, Commander.”

It should not be a turn-on that she is using my title since we just went through great efforts to marry, but it is. I want to role-play. I am still her commander, and she is my valet, at least for tonight. I can feel she is close to orgasm; she is tensing up, not moving at all. “This is my favorite part,” I tell her. “Now you grab your breast and squeeze.” She does as I continue rubbing her at her preferred pace, not too fast, not too slow, and like she was masturbating herself, she orgasms leaning against my hand, her nether hair covered in her scent. I bring my hand up to my nose, and I become even harder at the smell of her.

She lets go of her friend’s dress, and it falls to the floor as she begins caressing my penises over my uniform.

“Remember the first time I undressed you?” she asks.

“I will remember it forever.”

“I was surprised you had two,” she says as if shy to say the word ‘penis.’

“Surprised or scared?” I ask.

“Both.”

“And now?” I ask. “Are you surprised or scared that I have two penises to enter you with?”

“Both.”

Now my trousers are down, and my shoes are off. Volunteer 4711… I must have this role-playing fantasy a little longer, her caressing her hands up my thighs, looking at me from around my erect penises.

“I am scared you might break me with your large penises,” she says, and I do not know if she is serious or role-playing.

But before I can figure it out, there is a chime at the door. It is my first officer. I must open it. We both know that. I look down at … my wife and apologize. “We will come back to this later,” I promise her and myself. Then I quickly get dressed. “Enter.”

After speaking with my first officer, I must go to the bridge immediately to deal with the other commander. I reluctantly leave my wife.

* * *

When I return, she is still wearing the blue dress and sitting in front of the computer. “I tried to look at the sexual practices of your people, but you still have that blocked for me,” she says, rising from the desk.

“I do,” I say. “I would rather teach you myself.”

She takes a seat across from me. “There’s no harm in me exploring all the information.”

I do not have the energy to explain this to her now, so I change the subject. “I will send for your box as your sole possession,” I say, and I do not allow myself to feel sorry for her. As my valet, I could not give her presents, and it was up to her to spend her salary or not. “I will have a bottle of wine brought in as well. We are celebrating, after all, even if we are a little delayed.”

She smiles at me in her Water woman way, showing all of her teeth, and it makes me happy. This is the first time she has done that since we married, and I think she is finally settling down a little. No doubt the wine will help.

“Who will you ask to do your laundry?” she asks me. “I don’t mind doing it.”

“People will talk if you do. It is not allowed, and I must, we must,” I correct myself, “Set an example.”

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