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Stiff… God above, why are dress blues always so stiff? Cuffs, collar, shoulders– everything feels a bit tight, stuffy, too… formal? Feels like you’re out of your element. Well, you are; a fancy hotel room on the mainland.
“There’s my husband.” Enterprise says proudly from behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist as she looks at you in the mirror.
“Aren’t you going to get dressed, Enty?”
You’re compelled to ask, fed by that little bit of excitement at just what she would wear. Something black and satin from what you caught glimpses of– but Enterprise is the kind of woman who could make anything look good.
“In a little bit. Essex and Belfast are coming up, we’re helping each other get dressed.”
You raise an eyebrow at her through the mirror, a bit of naughtiness that earns you a playful frown and a spank on the butt as your wife retreats to flop on the bed. Sprawled out in her tanktop and lounge shorts, that little bit of her hanging out… and well, you don’t need an excuse to get yourself out of dress uniform, but your wife certainly makes it difficult to keep them on any longer.
But leave it to a knock on the room’s door to keep you from diving upon such a lovely, undefended carrier–
Essex and Belfast arrived, promptly kicking you out of the suite, and as much as you wanted to dare and dream up just what those three ladies could get up to, it’s a solid three hours before the actual party. Considering how quick it took you to get into your dress blues compared to them… well, you could always get to the drinking early. A highball here or there to pass the time as you talk with other commanders at the hotel bar. Some came from the Eagle Union, others from the Sakuran Empire, some hailing as far as the Northern Parliament as well, though you all share a similar commonality; an appreciation for the Kansen serving under you.
An appreciation that is expressed so openly when the ladies of the various nations that form the Azur Lane start to congregate in the foyer. All manner of dress amongst them, too; from the gracefully formal to the sensually scandalous… but one woman stands among them all like a shining beacon atop a hill.
Enterprise is and always will be a bold woman, and her choice of dress matches that. The black satin flowing down her front, parting at the chest as if to blanket her bountiful chest. It’s an outfit that doesn’t shy away from her sensual self. Hugging at the hip and seductively snug on the bowing of her waist , the dress makes her all the more voluptuous when she moves towards you; seductive without a single ounce of intent. She stops in front of you, brushing a strand of silver locks behind her ear, a cute blush on her face to pair with a soft, coy smile.
“How do I look?”
You want to say that she’s the most beautiful woman in the world, how your heart has never felt so close to bursting, how you’re the luckiest man alive...
But nothing comes out of your throat. Mouth open, practically slack-jawed, you can’t answer your wife-
She knows though, taking you by the hand at first before wrapping herself around your arm.
“Thank you, darling.”
Earnestness sealed with a kiss as you escort one another to the ballroom.
You move through the crowd, hand-in-hand with your wife, doing your best to let the looks roll off of you. When you’re with Enterprise, that’s just par-for-the-course– she’s practically a star on her own, but when paired with the equally famous commander, all eyes are on your loving union. A waiter comes by with champagne, and you grab a glass for both of you. Arm entwined around arm, you pull your snow-haired lover close.
“A toast to you, love.” you whisper, gently clinking your glass off of hers.
“A toast to us, dear.” Enterprise giggles back softly as she puts her glass to your lips and vice versa. It’s sweet– the champagne and the gesture, your matching wedding rings glinting for all who fawned over such blatant displays of affection.
And it’s like that all night as you mingle. Tender, subtle touches that grow bolder throughout the night. A gentle brush of her hand across your butt that you match with a lingering sweep of your palm across one of her silk-clad cheeks as you glide it to hold her by the hip. While you talk to a fellow commander, she clings to your arm, pressing you into the heavenly-soft side of her at every opportunity. Maybe it’s the drinks, too, but she’s not as lightweight as Yorktown nor as adventurously flirty as Hornet. It’s a playful spirit that you knew she had, but she’s always been so… hesitant to show others.
But all that frisky teasing comes to a head in a single moment before dinner. You share a a round table with a few other Kansen… and Enterprise's hand is under the draped tablecloth, resting on your thigh, stroking absentmindedly until it runs across a particularly stiff torpedo. A touch that makes you reflexively widen your legs that little bit more, inviting her to explore further.
“I love you, Enty.” You declare before everyone at the table. Such a candid announcement takes her by surprise, leaves her blushing and flustered… but leave it to an ace like her to recover quickly– and counterattack quicker. She leans in her seat, rests her head on your shoulder, only to sidle that little bit closer…
“I love you too, dear.” she sighs innocently, earning envious gasps from the others at your table…
But beneath the surface, she’s stroking you through the tightness of the dress pants, gripping the thick outline of your torpedo, handling it as if she were trying to load it into a tube…
“... a fairytale story, huh?”
“The Grey Ghost and her Commander, so romantic-”
“... when will mine propose to me?”
You hide the shudder by reaching around behind your wife, making it look as if you are holding her by the hip, basking in the love you feel for her.
“Oh darling…” Enterprise coos soft and affectionately. To the others at the table, it’s a close moment between wife and husband… but to you? You can hear that subtle teasing twinge in Enterprise’s voice as you grope at the fine hind that the Heroine of the Union has, fingers trying to find the slit in her skirt to slip in through.
She gives you a daring squeeze, fingernail teasing the nerves on the underside of your full mast. You kiss her head to hide the grunt of pleasure, nuzzle the sweet-scent of her shampoo that little bit deeper into your psyche, but you have to break your embrace of her to avoid suspicion as more questions come your way.
And when you forfeit your attempts to try and counterattack your wife’s loveliness, Enterprise smiles and winks at you, giving your shaft one more absolutely arousing dance of the fingertips. That almost draws a moan from you, but a sharp inhale has your internal damage control teams putting that fire out right-quick.
But God above, how could a woman once so stoic be so damn seductive?
That’s the thought, thinking that maybe there’d be some mercy from your sweet, beloved wife; that surely she couldn’t dare more… but this is Enterprise you’re thinking about. What were her efforts in the Siren War if not one daring escapade after the next?
You know what when your fly comes undone; you can’t hide the initial shock, but your brain comes alight fast enough to belt out some excuse you’d need to escape the table… only for your wife to purr a dangerously sensual, “Oh, I’m sure you can wait a few more minutes, dear. Dinner will be soon.”
Dinner both couldn’t come sooner, nor later given how Enterprise seems inclined to draw out her teasing. You don’t hear anyone at the table talking as your heart pounds in your ears, but Enterprise feigns interest in the conversation, leaning forward with elbow on the table and hand on the chin… all to hide the fact that she’s slowly and sensually stroking you beneath the tablecloth, fingers testing the throbs of your excitement against the palm of her particularly soft hand. She pumps slow- slow enough to not draw too much attention to the fact she's setting your below-deck alight. Your gaze grows lurid and fixated on everything feminine about Enterprise- the way those wonderfully full breasts of hers seem just one tug away from coming free from her dress, how the swift swell of them contours with the black-against-white as she leans over more, the milky ivory of the skin she dares to show to the world, the alluring tightness of her dress upon her hourglass waist and voluptuous hips-
“Dinner is served-” someone calls as the waitstaff start to flood into the hall. As bold as CV-6 is, even she retreats now– but not before diligently tucking you back in and leaving you a more flustered and bothered mess than before you had to put the dress uniform on.
It’s a teasing that lingers even through the most mundane of meals– well, by comparison at least. The food is far beyond what you and your wife would normally make, the kind of razzle-dazzle that the officer’s club would tout, but none of it could compare to the savory you yearn for in your wife’s sensual body. It’s all that’s on your mind even as you pack all that prettily prepare food away and make niceties with those around.
But when you both finish eating? Enterprise eyes you up for a moment, and you can catch that look in her gaze. A ginger, subtle bite of that puffy bottom lip of hers serving as the only bit of contemplation before she takes you by the hand. Coats left behind on the chairs, you rush out of the banquet hall together, ducking off to a side passage less-traveled by the attendees. There, hungeringly quick, Enterprise pulls you behind a marbled pillar and shoves your back against the wall.
“Shh!” she silently gestures, ear out to where you two had fled from. The gentle din of the evening’s festivities form an undercurrent of sound, but nothing on the surface, and when she’s finally sure the coast is clear, she crashes her lips to yours. Harsh and hungry, there’s no buildup of steam in Enterprise this time- just the catapulting of her tongue into your mouth and the sweet humid sounds of your wife enjoying herself to the fullest.
“Mmm… mwahh… mmnnn…”
Each time you push her back slightly, Enterprise redoubles her effort. When you gasp, she giggles, nips at your lip, lets you know that she wants this just as much as you do… so your hands do what only comes natural to you. You grab her by the waist, hand sliding down that wondrously curvaceous aft before sinking into the satin.
Enterprise lets out a headily little laugh before wiggling her bottom back into your grip, her own exploration finding the crotch of your pants- specifically where the seam seems to strain against some untold outward pressures.
More embattled lips, more twinning tongues, more frantic need as every following second could end this passionate moment. The heat only builds though when she unzips your fly, maneuvers your mast into a more comfortable angle- an audacity only matched by yours. A single bit of lingerie tape to hold the satin in place hardly holds up with your need for your wife, and you yank part of her already open and revealing dress to free one deliciously creamy breast for your hands to mold and play with.
“Darling!” Enterprise bawdily moans off your lips, practically begging you to continue despite the very real possibility of being caught. If she wants it…
Well, she certainly wants it as she easily frees you. The satin gloves is sensual shivers as she strokes your shaft, cherishing the length and girth she knows so intimately.
“Enty…” you groan, only to have your utterance cut short by your wife’s feverish hankering for your taste. A good thing too, because with how forward she is tonight, you were easily going to lose control of your voice during this clandestine rendezvous. That silky feeling on your cannon barrel swirls and twirls, as teasing as it is pleasuring as Enterprise thrusts more of her chest into your hands. Her need to get more of herself onto you has you driven up against the wall, pinned, her hand in yours as it grabs a rough and sloppy handful of her tit.
Yes, it’s a good thing your lips are locked tight together and tongues wrangle one-another, because her mewls grow increasingly delicious as she pumps your shaft faster and faster. She’s steaming herself up, and all you needs to do is hold on during these rough seas until-
“Mmpwah!- D-Darling…” Enterprise comes up gasping for air, her voice humid and telling of what she was going to say. “Going to” being the key words, because all your ethereally beautiful wife does next is bite her lip and place her hands on the pillar besides you. A flick of the hips, just a little jut, and that tells you everything. The way her dress clings leaves little to the imagination, and the more she leans over, the more pronounced that sensual curve becomes. Enterprise guides you with gentle and teasing tickles to the underside of your shaft, maneuvers you behind her- an angle where you could be seen by passers-by, but…
But she runs her other hand down the bow of her waist and down to her hip- specifically to the part of her hip where her dress splits between black-and-white skirts. All it takes is a single finger dragged from her thigh upwards, right on that fold, to have it split open like it had been cut. A wiggle of her hips and she exposes her milky peach that is wrapped with what looks like a single-strand of black ribbon that runs from high on her hip, down into that thin valley, and right back up the other hip.
Can’t help but chuckle- she’s gotten used to thongs now? Must be Bremerton’s doing…
Your thoughts of other women are blown out the water, however, when Enterprise reaches back and slides that thin black line aside to expose the wetness beneath.
“Q-Quick, before someone comes.”
Your wife looks back at you with lavender eyes wide and lurid, the playful curl of her lips all the more seductive when she sucks a sharp breath in the instant your flesh touches hers. When you slip into her sticky, needy folds, she stifles the hot gasp, muffles it into an excited whimper.
The instant you’re docked into her welcoming womanhood, Enterprise closes her eyes to savor the sensation, her head gently rolling back as she lets out a gentle, loving “Yes-”
All before the raw desire takes over. Hands on her perfectly shaped hips, you draw back and slam full-ahead. Enterprise gasps as your heat lances into her core, the force of your coital collision driving your wife against the carved marble. In an expression of the freedom Enterprise represents, her breasts sway and bounce as you fuck your beloved carrier right there in the hallway. Rough, needy, greedy; the both of you chase the passion of pleasure quite literally three doors down from the banquet. All it would take is someone making the wrong turn and they’d see the pride of the Eagle Union, thong down at her ankles, getting a stiff dicking by her commanding officer.
And that sort of thrill isn’t lost to the two of you as you plough away into Enterprise’s honey-coated hold. The wet slaps and needy groans are impossible to conceal, but fate does throw you two a bone as the bandstand starts to warm up as her voice begins to leak out it humid whines. By the time the brass starts blaring, Enterprise can barely hold it in, gasping “Darling…! Commander! Faster…yes! Like that…! -Nnn!-”
The sound of the band’s opening drowns out your cock’s wet churning of Enterprise’s pussy and makes it impossible for you to hear her heels clacking against the tile as you ferociously fuck her until those pretty eyes nearly roll back. Her delirious smile, her unrestrained moans, her walls quivering, her heady gasps- your wife is the only one in the world capable of reducing you to such a primitive state, humping with a need that borders on primal.
“Enty!” you growl, groping a handful of her swaying suppleness like it would somehow help you stave off the building pressure. Of course it doesn’t, and neither does Enterprise looking back at you with glossy eyes and cute blush, her body tensing as she rakes her nails down the marble pillar.
Everything about her is coming undone. The honorable, aloof airs of Enterprise’s stoic beauty is rendered down into salaciousness by the pleasure of coupling with the one she loves most.
And God, when she cums, her scream peaks with the blare of a trumpet from the bandstand. She holds your cock tight, flesh squirming and contracting wildly around your girth, trying to add the bit of pressure that will break your seals. You keep humping her even as she spasms, keep grinding yourself into her womb as her legs start to rattle, the strength leaving them with this quaking orgasm.
And in her involuntary jerking, she juts her butt back against you, forces your shaft out into the cool evening air as she falls to her knees. For a second you are worried at her collapse, ready to sweep your beloved into your arms, but she resists by grabbing you by the waist and shoving you back against the wall.
“... Darling…” Enterprise purrs with the most sinfully sultry note before devouring your cock.
“Mmmn…. Mmph… mmmph…!”
Her head suggestively dips, her silky lips dragging up and down your cream-covered cock as she laps up her own lady cum.
“Enty!”
Your groan for her only emboldens your lover to take you deeper, faster, sloppier. Each bob of her head puts a bounce to her breasts, those doughy mounds still wild and free for your appreciation. It’s the whole package though; the slanderous sight of Enterprise on her knees, servicing your cannon barrel with enough vigor that an outside observer might say she’s starved for… but also the love that woman has for you to do so in the first place undoes your self-control. She feels the twitching and throbbing, sees you straining and spasming as release approaches, and that is when she slows. Yes, slows, knowing that you were going to look down at her to see what was wrong.
Lavender eyes shimmering with love and devotion looking back up at you. She takes you down to the base before teasingly coming back, tongue running circles all the way up… but it’s when she pauses at your tip that the cross section of both cute and seductive kick you over the edge.
“Hmm… hmmm~” Enterprise hums playfully with a smile… and that is when you coat her mouth with the first thick load-
And your lovely wife surprises you further. A quiet gurgle and gulp, but she works your cock even deeper, opening her throat up to its meaty girth just as the second load spurts out-
“Hrk… ghhrk… nngh… Ulk!”
She gulps it down readily, eyes watering as she starts to struggle with the thick virility of it. Your hand instinctively grabs her head, but ever cautious of hurting her, you stroke your hands through her luscious snow-white hair.
“Enty-”
“No evidence, dear~” she teases, gingerly pulling her thong back up her luscious legs. Gods, just seeing her bend over with her dress parted like that, guiding those black bands to balance perfectly on the slope of her hip, the elastic biting just right into her flesh… gets you all ready and raring again. She most certainly notices the rise in your mast again, gasping quietly before giving you that soft, “Oh you…” look, but it’s clear that a second round is out of the question for now. Still, she senses your instinctive disappointment though and wraps herself around you in that affectionate embrace you have grown accustomed to.
And her lips a hair’s breadth from your ear, she whispers something hot and heady;
“...When we get home… we can try for Little E again, right?”