“Do you develop more teats when you are pregnant to feed your young?” I ask.

“No,” she says, clearly surprised. “Do females on the Home Planet?”

“Usually about four extra, as litters range between three and six. Their nipples are strong and resistant to the poison in babies’ tongues.”

“Babies?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t think that’s going to happen for me,” she says, looking at me skeptically now.

I decide to change the subject. “Walk me through what’s sexy to you, Wife.”

“This is supposed to be a biology lesson. You cannot ask that.”

“But I did.”

When she does not answer me, I ask, “Did you like it when I ran my finger over the folds covering your vagina? Back and forth, slowly bringing you to orgasm?” I know just by talking about this, I am making her aroused again. But instead of answering me, she takes her hands and runs them slowly down the side of her body, caressing the sides of her breasts and then bringing both hands between her legs, never breaking eye contact with me. She repeats this a couple of times before I have no choice but to abandon the biology lesson and join her.

I rip off her dress, revealing her undergarments. I rip her bra off as well and then begin caressing her breasts. Her reaction is almost as arousing as the way her breasts feel in my hands. I rub her nipples between my fingers, making them hard. “You should have said before to start there,” I reprimand her. “I still want my human biology lesson.”

My wife says nothing but puts her hands around my neck and runs a finger over one of my ears. “And are these sensitive? Have you ever had an alien lick one? My tongue isn’t dangerous, but it’s hot and wet. I think you might like it,” she says.

Curiosity gets the better of me, and I lean down so she can lick one of my ears. The sensation is so sensual I moan and almost orgasm myself. When I catch my breath, I say, “Your tongue is dangerous, do it again.”

She complies, and I do not know if I have ever felt anything like a wet tongue on my body. It feels so precarious and intense.

I pick her up and take her into the bedroom. I strip off the rest of her clothing, and she pulls off mine. I put a finger inside her vagina as I cannot wait now, and she is wet and ready for me. I pull her hips to the side of the bed and angle one of my penises to enter her. I make eye contact with her before I thrust in. The tip of one of my penises is wet with her arousal, but I hover around the rim of her opening. I want to make sure she is ready before I lose myself in this.

“Come on,” she says, and I do not need any more reassurance. I plunge into her hard. So hard. Like I have imagined doing for years now. Her breasts bounce with the force of my body achingly thrusting into hers.