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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ 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 /~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... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 12