“I don’t mind,” I blurt out, realizing it sounds like I’m avoiding being intimate with him.

He doesn’t miss a beat, “As my wife, you need to host a lunch for my officers to show them your support. We could do that today.”

“How do I do that?”

“You assign the staff to make some food, and you eat lunch with them and make a small toast thanking them for their service. It’s easy.”

I look at him as if he has lost his mind. “I think the crew might be able to put up with the fact you have married me to avoid the government. I think they might think it’s eccentric, but let’s not push their patience.”

He finishes his food. “It must be done to normalize your being, my wife. I am proud of you and will not allow you to hide in the shadows. You have done more than most people would ever have the confidence to do. I think it is a good idea if you host the lunch today, so you do not work yourself up over it.”

I’m speechless. I wonder if he is really in love with me, and that’s why he cannot see that his crew isn’t going to like an alien who used to be a servant and, before that, a volunteer, aka slave, now married to their top man. I decide that I’d rather have his love and admiration than his concerns about what his crew thinks, if I’m choosing. “I will do it to get it over with,” I say.

“It’s not really a question,” he answers. “Now, would you like to have a shower?”

“Yes, but you can go first.”

“Or we could go together?” he suggests, and now I’m positive he’s giving me another opportunity to say ‘yes’ to sex, and I’m not going to miss it.

“Yes,” I reply.

My Commander rises, and I follow him. We go into the bathroom together. He turns and begins undressing me, and at the same time, I try undressing him, but he puts my hands down by my sides and says, “No, please let me undress my wife.”

He starts at my collar and begins unclasping my pajamas. As he does, his fingers linger on my skin. And for once, I wish I had a million clasps on my clothing for him to undo. I love the feel of his fingers brushing my bare skin. When my tunic is undone, he slowly takes it down from my shoulders, revealing my breasts. My nipples are hard, and more than anything, I want him to take one in his mouth.

To my dismay, he avoids my breasts and begins unclasping my trousers. His hands seductively circle my waist along the band. His hands run down my backside, my bottom, and my thighs as he lowers my trousers. He goes on his knees before me as I step out of them.

Standing completely naked in front of him, I look down, wondering what he will do. His strong hands run back up my calves and the back of my thighs a few times. It occurs to me he is trying to gauge my body’s reaction to his caresses. I am hesitant to say anything as I don’t want to jeopardize him stopping. However, I worry my human body isn’t responding in the same way a Silver female’s would in this situation. He knew what to do yesterday because he has seen me masturbate more than a hundred times, but this is different. I’m not sure what to do now, and I don’t want him to get the impression that I don’t want to have sex because I do.