It was surrender of our control, and yet it was more. I wanted the thrill of having sex in front of another man. I wanted to know that I still turne...d men on, and this was certainly giving me that thrill, but…. I also needed the safety of knowing we would be alone. If there was anything I didn’t like, I could end it all with a keystroke.But thinking about a second cock getting hard brought my attention back to Tim’s now three quarter erect member and I felt the familiar tightening squeeze. “She’s my wife!” I said.“Was your wife!” He answered quietly. “Was your wife,she’s now our groupie. Our little ‘fuck-bag’ that wecan shag whenever we want to use her.” Did he know what he was saying? Did he know that hiswords where turning me on even more than I was already.“Do you want to shag this horny little cunt?” he askedagain.“Oh yes! Yes!” I blurted out.“Then get down on your knees and beg me to. There’s something else. Ship has another interceptor ready, and we have two pilots that should be here shortly.”Husband and wife cast a worried glance at each other.“What?” Arlene said as she caught the glance.“Uh...”“Come on, spit it out. Is there someone you would genuinely not like to have as an interceptor crew?”“None of our business...” Joe began.“Well,” Arlene said with a twinkle in her eye as they passed through the hatch into Ship proper, then on down the corridor to turn into the. My knees buckled, a wave of nausea swept over me, andI emitted a loud scream. Barely had I recovered from this first stroke than the second landed,this time just below, but parallel with, the first. The pain was equallyintense and I yelped, crying out, "Please! ...No more!" But the third andfourth deliveries quickly followed, each below the previous stripe. Beadsof sweat had formed across my brow and I was gasping for breath, whileresisting the urge to stand up because of the obvious.