"Come in," T'Pol called without turning around after the door chime rang. Her acute sense of smell picked up the scent of her desired mate – Command...r Tucker."Well, it looks like you're taking enough clothes to last a year," he small-talked – a telltale sign of insecurity."You wanted something?" she asked. To any outsider this would have sounded utterly rude and dismissive, but for someone who knew her, like Trip Tucker did, it was a sign that she was every bit as clueless about what to say, as. .well...I can't can I. I can't actually take it further than flirting because as you know, I don't exactly have a female pussy don there.”Michelle laughed, not unkindly. “Relax babe, it's not so complicated. First you're running way ahead of events. We're not even at the cocktail party and you're worried about how you're going to be fucked without having a pussy! Talk about planning way ahead! Who says you're going to get fucked!”. One look at my raised eye brows and she laughed. “Oh ok, I. ‘There wasn’t enough time for you to have called.’ ‘Honey, I think you underestimate the amount of time I sat around waiting for my flight. I must have sat in San Diego for two hours with my thumb up my butt, waiting, so I just called the hotel and told them what I wanted.’ He shrugged, then grinned. ‘I’m glad you like it,’ then walked past her into the room. ‘Like it?’ she exclaimed. ‘Baby, I love it! No one has ever done something so sweet for me, ever.’ He paused, then turned back to her, a. ..' She whispers.'I'm surprised you even feel his' he jokes. Again she looks at me, then back at Craig and smiles shyly 'No, sometimes I don't even know it's inside and that's when he can even get it up. It feels nice to actually feel a proper one inside'.That comment hits me like a slap to the face. I then realise the reality of the situation. I am sat watching my wife, powerless, as a younger fitter guy with a big cock is fucking Emma. And she is starting to like it. Far more than she ever.