RJ explained how to get to the bridge from the supply bay we arrived at. We had gone through two hallways and were just climbing up an access ladder w...en we ran into seven clicks. We each fired three times from the shotguns and that ended all of them. We continued moving and reached a turbo lift that took us to the bridge. Vek was glad to see us and we arrived just in time too. Four clicks burst through the emergency access hatch. RJ and I fired twice each and killed them as they entered. Vek. Shortly after lunch, Cara’s cell phone rang, just as she was about to call Tara. Tara was on the line, so excited, she was almost out of breath. “Tara, what is it; are you all right?” Cara asked. “Oh, yeah, more than that; let me tell you what happened earlier this morning,” she said almost breathlessly, and then continued. “This morning, the librarian brought a middle aged guy to the section where I was filing. I didn’t hear him tell her what he wanted but she steered him down my aisle and. She was on a mission, though, and any thoughts of other distractions would have to wait until later.Her eyes scanned the crowd, and then she saw him. He was at the corner of the bar in a group of 3 or 4 other men. His tan sport jacket was open, and even from a distance it was obvious that the body underneath was in good shape. Not quite 6 feet tall, he had a strong face that and piercing blue eyes. His light brown hair was cut short, and his skin revealed his Mediterranean heritage. He was. "Here she is," my wife said. "The one I told you about. The slut that likes to get arse fucked."It dawned on me what I had forgotten earlier - a safe word. I didn't have one. My wife had mentioned fucking her lover, but from the things she was saying, I could be the one getting fucked.I broke. Even if it was a game, it had gotten too intense. I tugged at my bonds. "Honey," I implored her. I couldn't breathe. Tears flowed and were absorbed by the tie covering my eyes."Shhhh," she said, stroking.