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Authors name: Gargoyle (swordmaster69@hotmail.com)
Story title : Sequel to "To Save the Ship"
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To Save the Ship - Part 2 (MMF, wife, exh, voy, org)
By Gargoyle (swordmaster69@hotmail.com)
Author comments: Wrote story as a sequel to
"To Save the Ship" by Storysman. This story was
actually written some time ago and e-mailed to
Storysman, who was honored someone had gone to the
effort of writing a sequel. You can read his "first
part" at http://www.asstr.org/~Kristen/04/tosave.txt
and you can read his other stories at his website:
ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/Storysman/index.htm
Sequel to "To Save the Ship" by Storysman
"To Save the Ship" - Part 2 by Gargoyle
My heart sank as I watched all of them fuck my
wife. On top of which, I had just heard her admit
that the first encounter was just a ploy to fuck
around on me. Considering how much time she spent
with Jae and Tangee when the alien first came
aboard, I was willing to bet that her fucking
around had been going on for some time.
I was still of enough sound mind to leave the scene
for a moment to retreat back to my room, to my
access terminal to the main computer. This time of
night, no one would notice any unusual commands
being sent out into the ship's system. I
instructed the main system to record the events in
the locker room. I'm sure the crew had chosen the
locker room because the system won't allow any
recording in there due to reasons of modesty and
privacy (of course). However, being a Bridge
Officer on this ship, my privately stored
subroutines were just that, private. I had long
since written a program to allow total access to
any non-critical system on the ship. A few
keystrokes, and the locker room scene was being
recorded from 4 different angles. Stored in my
private folder and pre-set to send to Earth, I
returned to the Locker Room.
I arrived just in time to see the last of the
humans finish with her. She stood and played with
her tits, rubbing the cooling cum into her skin.
She turned to Tangee as he lunged forward, scoped
her up in his large arms and rammed his cock into
her. She screamed from the first thrust and he
started pounding his giant cock into her already
well-fucked cunt. He didn't last much longer than
the first time. But it didn't matter, my wife had
a dozen orgasms in the minute or so that Tangee
rammed her. After was done, people started
leaving.
With the party breaking up, I quickly returned to
my room and faked sleeping when my wife returned.
Thankfully, she took a shower right away before
coming back to the bed. I acted like she woke me
up and asked her where she had been.
"I couldn't sleep, so I walked around the ship,"
she replied.
"Sure!," fortunately I said that only in my head.
"I've got some computer work that I still need to
do," I lied.
She dozed off quickly as I turned on the terminal,
probably tired out from so many cocks pounding her.
I shut down the recording, but played back the
scene several times before going back to bed. My
wife felt like a complete stranger next to me. I
even jerked back when she rolled over and put her
arm across my chest. In her tired sleep, she
didn't notice my reaction.
The next day was fairly normal. At least during my
working hours. When I got back to my room, the was
a note on the terminal that my dear wife would be
working late. I would have ran my program to find
her......
Except I had already, that morning right after she
left for work, instructed the computer to keep
track of her. I called up the days recording.....
The recording started with her already blowing Jae
in the turbo shaft elevator. Since it took me only
about thirty seconds to run the program once she
walked out the door, that means she walked out the
door, into the elevator and, less than 30 seconds
form kissing me goodbye, had dropped to her knees
and started blowing the ship's Captain! It took
only a few strokes for her to get him off and she
keep her mouth clamped on his cock, probably to
keep the cum off her uniform. She swallowed it
all, without missing a drop, licked her lips and
stood. She wiped off her lips and Jae zipped his
pants just as the doors opened.
The recording continued with them being picked up
by another optic scanner as the exited the
elevator. As they walked down the hall talking,
several of the passing men slapped her on the ass
as they walked by. She took it all smiling and
faking anger, flirting with all of them.
Once reaching Tangee's quarters, they did tend to
business for a while. After about twenty minutes,
they finished. She unzipped her uniform as she
walked over to where Tangee was sitting and jumped
up into his large lap. She wasted no time in
getting his clothes off and riding his enormous
cock, looking like a little girl as his large frame
dwarfed her. She thrashed around like she was in
agony, but I knew it was ecstasy, not pain, that
was causing her screams.
Later in the recording she was at lunch with me.
Immediately after we parted on the recording, she
met Barnes in the halls. They spoke briefly and
got onto an elevator. The scene switched to them
inside the turbo shaft. Barnes barked out a
command and the elevator stopped in the shaft.
He was a Bridge Officer too, and had those command
privileges with the computer system. Their clothes
quickly hit the floor as Barnes worked his hands
over her tits.
They had time for a quick fuck before getting back
to work.
She met with two other guys from the enlisted crew
at different times later that afternoon. She never
took any more than one man at a time. I wondered
when the next gang fuck would be.
I quickly edited out the parts of the recording
when she wasn't fucking somebody, or minutes away
from it, encrypted the file and put it in my
storage folder on the terminal's hard drive.
She stayed with me that evening and the whole night
(I know it was the whole night because I had the
recorder instructed to start whenever she left the
bed. She did nothing more than go to the bathroom
during the night). And the next day, our last day
on this mission, she did nothing at work. I was
amazed! Why did she do nothing during the day? I
deleted the recording of her doing normal routine
work. She came back to our room right after work
and stayed with me, preparing for the crew dinner
later that evening.
Since the meal was the last one before our arrival
at our own solar system, it was a formal event.
We all looked great in formal attire. Vicki was
radiant in a flowing silk outfit that left little
to the imagination. It was almost see-thru and her
nipples were plainly on display.
We had the normal toasts and cheers celebrating our
mission success. There were even a few veiled
references to the group sex, mostly from Barnes. I
giggled politely at them, acting like I knew only
of the first incident.
After a few toasts, I decided to get as drunk as I
could get. A few full-glass toasts later, I could
feel it coming on. About thirty minutes later, as
I felt consciousness sliding away, I mentally
patted myself on the back for having left the
recording program on.
I awoke in my own bed, feeling like shit. But I
smiled through the pain of this hangover. Vicki
was getting out of the shower, still looking tired
(gee, wonder why?). Jumping into some clothes she
had laid out for me, I turned on the terminal and
watched my "friends" carry me out of the picture
after I passed out last night. Captain Jae stood
and made a poetic toast, praising me in jest about
my "contribution" to the mission. The crew cheered
and descended onto my wife, ripping her outfit off.
Underneath her flimsy silk garment, she wore black
stockings and garter belt. Should never dressed
this way when I asked her. I made a note of the on
the recording itself at the bottom of the scene.
Not having time to watch any more, I stored that
recording in my folder and set the timer on the
terminal.
We exited the ship and all said our goodbyes at the
docking station. I didn't even get mad when Barnes
grabbed a handful of Vicki's tits during their
goodbye. People sheepishly came up to me and shook
my hand that was about it for my goodbyes.
We did all the normal things people do when coming
off of space missions, shopping, seeing friends,
all the normal stuff - with one exception.
During this relaxing time, Vicki was her old self,
openly loving to me. She was constantly hugging
and kissing me as we went to different public
places all day.
As we strolled down the corridor of a mall, I acted
like we were at this particular place spontaneously
(yeah, right). We passed by a lawyer's office as I
checked my watch.
"Honey let's go in here for a second," I told her
in a voice that was polite and loving, yet
conveying the fact that refusal would not be
tolerated.
"What for, my love?," she asked in a voice that had
ALMOST no quiver in it.
"Just a little legal matter we need to take care of
before our next space mission."
"Oh," she spoke up in a voice that sounded like she
anticipated for fun in space.
"In that case, let's get it done now. I'm looking
forward to our next mission."
"I'm sure you'll get the opportunity to be back in
space real soon," I told her. She raised an
eyebrow, noticing I said "you" and not "we," but
said nothing about it.
After a brief moment with the secretary, the lawyer
came out and beckoned us into his office." You're
right on time," he said.
"What do you mean right on time?," my wife asked
with a voice that made me smile. She was just as
confused as I wanted her to be.
Just as we sat in the chairs in front of his desk,
I looked at my watch again.
"A few more seconds.....," I told my lawyer.
His terminal screen came on and was obviously
downloading data, data that was being automatically
sent from the ship to this office. Once the
downloading was complete, the locker room scene
came up on the screen.
I smiled as my wife gasped and a long "hmmmmm" came
from my lawyer.
My lawyer handed me the computer pad, which I
passed to my wife.
"Just sign it, and we'll be on our ways," I
emphasized the plural in "ways" to hammer home the
fact that we would be going in different directions
when we left.
She started sobbing as I handed her a pen. She
looked so pitiful, I almost didn't go through with
the rest. But then again, I had practiced it so
much these last few days.
"My former love......," I began.
"You were the center of my universe. The entire
time we've been together, I've never cheated on
you," the recording continued through all of this,
so poetic for the speech.
"I have no idea why you did, or needed this. Had
you come to me beforehand,
we might have worked something out. But to
blatantly cheat on me, with men like Barnes who
laughed in my face over it, and with you laughing
at how I fell for your little con job, is
unforgivable."
She reached out to touch me, but I pulled back,
giving her a look that caused her sobbing to
increase dramatically.
"When we were first married, you wanted an old-
fashioned marriage. Complete with pre-nuptial
contracts. It's very ironic, now, that YOU talked
ME into signing them. According to the very
contracts you insisted on, any violation of
monogamy violates the entire marriage agreement.
With the injured party getting all jointly owned
property.
"If you simply agree to this divorce, I'll give you
enough out of our common property to get you off to
a reasonable start. There's another ship leaving
soon and, with your scientific credentials, you can
easily get an assignment on it. It's leaving on a
3-year exploratory mission, so I know I won't have
to deal with you for at least that long."
She tried to speak, but words just wouldn't form
through her sobs. She signed the pad. I, in turn,
signed it and other parts of it to allow her just
enough money to last about 2 weeks. Without even
looking back at her, I got up and walked out.
I left feeling much better. I had my revenge, well
most of it. There's a little more (heh, heh). I
figured she deserved it...
As soon as her new ship pulled out, I checked the
roster to make sure she had signed on. With that
out of the way, I sent copies of all recordings to
20 different guys on the ship.
"That should get things started," I thought.
I invested my new wholely owned wealth and it grew
in a couple years to a small, but providing nest
egg. I no longer have to work and, as such, can
move about in society without leaving much of a
computer "paper trail." In other words, my former
wife would never be able to find me through any
computer system, even with Bridge Officer
privileges. For all she would know, I simply
disappeared 2 years after we split.
Three years later, I was waiting as the ship came
to dock. I was at a station a long ways from the
one we divorced on, several light years away. She
would never suspect me to be here. I waited,
disguised, when she came through the docking clamp.
She looked like she had been through hell, even
putting on a few pounds.
She wasn't even close to her former self, looking
pretty ragged.
I checked the logs of her ship from time to time.
There were reports filed of her being raped,
getting into minor fights with jealous wives,
assigned to do work far below her station, all
sorts of disciplinary problems, and of course, loss
of Bridge Officer status.
But with all she had been through in the last three
years, I still wasn't done.
I had set up a special program. One that tracks my
slut ex-wife through any job she gets. It also
sends the recordings to her male coworkers... And
did I mention that I sent copies to several guys in
her hometown, and even her parents. I want
everyone she comes in contact with to know what a
whore she is...
And now, as I dust of my collection of skulls, I
think of all I done in these past three years...
Skulls? Yes... You see I went back to school
briefly and got a minor degree in Alien Archeology.
It's really just a hobby. I have skulls from all
sorts of creatures from all sorts of worlds.
Of all the ones I've collected, the 3 on the shelf
above the fireplace are the most special... 2 human
skulls, with a much larger human-type skull between
them.
My being wealthy and looking for revenge seems to
have been a problem for Barnes, Jae and Tangee...
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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