Chapter 7
Leia awoke the next morning alone in her and her husband's huge vibro-bed where the threesome had retired for the evening to continue fucking and sucking each other's cocks, pussy, and naked bodies until far into the wee hours of the coming day. God, it had been beautiful, she thought as she made her way down to the kitchen. She poured herself a steaming cup of Corellian tea and pulling the actopicture from her robe pocket, fixed her eyes on the glossy picture of the voluptuously naked, young, orange-haired girl that she had discovered the night before in her husband's uniform pocket. Beside her lay a crumpled note. "Gone to play space paddle. Be back later this afternoon. Lute." Well, that's just as well. I need this morning to sort out my thoughts ... and decide what I'm going to do. I wonder what sort of girl she is anyway? Probably just a flyby-night whore he amuses himself with when he's away!
The curvaceous young space stewardess had decided on a grim plan the night before, but didn't know whether or not she could summon up the courage to carry it out. On the one hand, she knew, she couldn't ignore the obvious implication of the words programmed into the actophoto. And she knew she ought to do something about it. She loved her husband too much to simply sit by while he spent his nights on a strange planet with a strange woman while she, his legal and loving wife, sat at home growing more and more frustrated, because after fucking the other girl, he was always too tired to fuck her to more than one or two cums. Her better judgment told her to wait until Obi got back and to then confront him with his infidelity. But her impatience told her she couldn't wait that long.
The voluptuous young wife stood up, took a deep breath that caused her hugely ripened breasts to quiver provocatively upon her chest, and then, turning off the Video-receptor screen, so she couldn't be seen at the other end of the line, she dialed the intergalactic satellite Videophone.
A woman's voice answered.
"Hello?"
"Hello," Leia said, trying to control the tremor in her voice and the trembling in her hands. "I'm looking for Commander Oregano."
"He's at a staff meeting right now," the voice replied with a certain sexy huskiness. "But he'll be back later." Leia's heart dropped into her stomach. "Can I give him a message?"
"I-is this his ... hotel?" she replied, amazed by her own ingenuity. The answer to this question would surely tell the tale. "No, This is his future wife."
Leia gasped audibly and found herself unable to speak. No! No! He couldn't! It's impossible! No, it isn't true! She choked back a sob in her throat and struggled for words but could find none. Suddenly, the voice on the telephone began to sound suspicious.
"Say ... who is this, anyway? And what do you want?"
"This is his present wife. And I want to speak to Commander Oregano, my husband!" The words had flown out of her mouth before she knew what she was saying. But, as she listened to the shocked gasp at the other end of the line, she was glad she had said them. Now she could tell that girl what she really wanted to tell her: leave my husband alone!
"H-his wife? Is this some sort of a joke?" the choked voice asked.
"Yes, his wife," she replied with newfound determination. "And it's no joke. At least to me it isn't!"
"Nor to me ... why, the lying, scheming bastard!" the voice replied, growing hot with anger now. "Listen, lady, you and I have got a lot to talk about. You sit tight. I'm going to catch the first rocket to Corellian I can find."
Before Leia could protest, the young woman on the planet Yavin had hung up. A face-to-face confrontation with her husband's illicit mistress was not exactly what she had bargained for when she had activated the Videophone. All she had wanted was for this "Trina" of the lewd actophoto to leave her husband alone ... and now, now the abashed wife was going to have to actually face this woman! She was actually going to come to Corellian, to come to Leia's own planet! No, she could never, never speak to that woman! Never would respectable Leia Oregano allow such a vile, seducing creature into the comfort of her apartopod! No, that was unspeakable! But inevitable, she also knew. The young orange-haired beauty was coming, come hell or high water. Obi had obviously fed her a real line and she wasn't about to forget it so easily!!!
Trina Artog flipped off the intergalactic Videophone with trembling hands. Her initial reaction to the words "his wife" had been shocked disbelief. Not my Obi! He's not married! Because we're going to be married! He couldn't ... he wouldn't ... do such a thing to me, after fucking me all this time! The words reverberated around in her fevered mind like a siren's wail; his wife ... his wife ... his wife ... his wife....
But then that voice, filled with its grim determination, had convinced her. Yes, his wife. And it's no joke. At least to me it isn't! Those words triggered an abrupt change of attitude in young Trina Artog. Anger began to overwhelm her disbelief. The sickening part of it was that she really believed this woman and it was obvious that she loved her husband very much. But, damn it! So do I! I love the cheating bastard, too!
With feverishly trembling fingers, Trina dialed flight control headquarters of the space-line and got herself assigned to work a flight to Corellian. She might as well make some money if she was going! Of course, she didn't have much time! She'd have to hurry if she was going to make a noon flight. But that was okay-then she wouldn't have time to think too much. She wouldn't have time to reflect on the cruel and heartless deception of her lover, Commander Oregano, before she confronted his wife with her still-undying love for him.
Trina Artog quickly ran a brush through her long flowing bright orange hair, checked her neatly uniformed appearance in the mirror, picked up her hastily packed overnight bag and flew out the door. I'm not even going to leave the bastard a note! Let him wonder where I am when he comes back from his staff meeting this afternoon! Let him suffer without my pussy to comfort him, as much as I am suffering right now! As far as I'm concerned, he can go down to the Quasar Bar and fuck himself silly with one of those three-cunted insectoid whores!
The flight had been uneventful, if frustrating, and it was shortly before four in the afternoon when the voluptuous Trina Artog pressed the buzzer at Leia Oregano's aparto-pod on the planet Corellian. All during the rocket flight the restless anger had gnawed at her belly and she had almost spilled in toxes on several unsuspecting passengers. Now, she was ready to confront a foppish, unkempt housewife with ragged, disheveled hair. But the door opened to reveal a voluptuous, silver-haired woman with lovely azure blue eyes and a vivacious face clouded now by inner torment. Momentarily, Trina studied the alluring young figure standing before her. And then she spoke.
"I'm Trina Artog," she said without smiling.
Leia stared for a few brief moments at the neatly uniformed but nonetheless statuesque young orange-haired beauty who stood so challengingly on her doorstep. Her own young mind had been wildly spinning since their earlier Videophone conversation, conjuring up all sorts of horrid and terrible images of the girl's personality, but now all of that faded away, melted into a pool of simple despair. An apprehensive, sinking sensation suddenly invaded her belly and her knees began to tremble as if they would collapse underneath her.
"Listen, you don't look too good. Perhaps we'd better sit down somewhere," the orange-haired stranger suggested. "That is if it's okay for me to come in?"
"Y-yes, y-yes, d-do come in ... uh, Miss Artog," the young wife stammered, stepping backwards into the house.
"Call me Trina-everyone else does," her visitor suggested as they sat on the couch, their eyes never leaving each other, constantly studying and evaluating the competition.
"Uh ... would you like some Corellian tea?"
"Yes, thanks, I'd love some. And then perhaps I'd better tell you a little bit about what's going on. But first, tell me how you found out about your bastard husband and me?"
Leia visibly flinched when she heard her husband referred to as a "bastard." But of course, he was I After making a kettle of tea and bringing it with two cups into the living room, she proceeded to explain about the nude actophoto she had found in her husband's suit.
"That bastard, I told him not to take that thing, but he insisted!" she groaned. "He teased me with his cock until I agreed."
And then Trina began to talk in earnest, in the same low, husky, sexy voice Leia had first heard over the Videophone. Leia gasped several times, punctuating the horrid little story of lust and betrayal that the other young stewardess was revealing to her as delicately as she could and Leia wondered several times during the lengthy, detailed dissertation if all of this wasn't a just punishment for her own shameless act of sucking her husband's brother's cock and letting him and the Wooky fuck her, if it all wasn't simple justice after the lust-invoked orgy of last night with the two young space cadets! It was then, when Trina had just completed her lewd description of how many times and ways Obi had fucked her, that Leia broke down and cried.
For a time, the young visiting stewardess remained silent, listening to the pain and suffering in Leia's wracking sobs. Finally, she suggested that they share an intox and, directed to the bar by her fellow space stewardess, poured four centilitres of the best chemo-intox she could find. These they consumed with one long gulp and Trina refilled the glasses. Finally, the young wife's throat-tearing sobs subsided and she wiped her eyes, summoning all her courage and strength.
Trina sensed the other's change in attitude and slowly began to feel a grudging respect for the distraught young wife. And that respect grew by leaps and bounds when she heard Leia's next remark.
"Well, what are we going to do about this? We can't just let him get away with it, you know."
"Well, here's the first problem," Trina declared, lighting a macro-cigarette and offering one to her rival stewardess. "If I'm not mistaken, we're both crazy in love with the sonovabitch, right?"
"Right," Leia proclaimed, unequivocably.
"And neither of us want to give him up, right?"
"Absolutely."
"Well, then, perhaps the only solution is to share him!"
"W-what!!?"
Trina Artog laughed a deep, throaty laugh and patted her rival on the shoulder comfortingly. "I didn't think you'd be too crazy about that idea right away! But we've got plenty of time to talk it over. And you might begin to get excited about it, believe
"B-but ... share him?" Leia sputtered, her fingers trembling around her glass. The distraught young wife took another long gulp from the fiery hot liquid in her glass and stared in wide-eyed disbelief at her husband's mistress next to her. But she didn't have a chance to remark upon the idea any further because just then the front door opened and young Lute came in to join them. He had a happy, confident smile on his face as he looked at the two women sitting there.