Dave & Kate Ch. 03: Second Contact

[Author's Note: Thank you for the kind comments on the previous two stories. They are literally the reason that I got this out in one month, instead of seven. Read on, and enjoy. -Sworls]

Ch 3

Kate looked out the window to see her husband's truck pull into the gravel drive. This was unexpected. Dave was out camping for the weekend, not due back until tomorrow night, but here he was just before lunch on Saturday. Kate was lounging in the living room by the big window that overlooked the front drive and a great view of the forest around their semi-secluded house.

Kate was 5' 5" with long blonde hair in a bun, her long strong legs of an outdoor enthusiast were currently in light gray PJ pants, and her small but perky breasts covered by only a navy tank top that also revealed her tight waist and shapely midriff. Just because she wasn't in school anymore didn't mean that Kate couldn't stay in shape. Her vibrant blue eyes had abandoned the hiking and outdoors magazine she had been reading and were now looking at her husband as he made his way up the front porch and through the front door.

"You're home early. Everything alright?" she asked him.

"Yeah. Or no? Or... I don't know how to say it..."

This was doing nothing to relieve Kate's confusion. She heard the tinkling of glassware and the sound of liquid as Dave poured himself a strong glass of whiskey. Dave takes a drink.

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Organism was carefully observing everything that happened. Host was not responding to the thoughts Organism tried sending, and hadn't for a while now. Within the confines of this fabric covering Host placed on its body, it was hard for Organism to sense the area around it. Was this how Host felt being covered by Organsim? Probably not, since Organism's outer membrane channeled all external stimulus to Host's long-thin cells.

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"What is going on? You're being really weird." Kate told him, her confusion becoming tinged with annoyance. She got up and padded barefoot into the doorway of their kitchen. "Drinking liquor at..." Kate checked the time, "...11:15 in the morning is strange."

"I think I'm going insane, Babe." Dave replied. Kate looked at him, her annoyance replaced with even more confusion. Dave continued, "I had a real fucking weird dream last night, and now I'm having hallucinations. I'm seeing aliens, I'm hearing voices, it's weird. But I feel like I'm fine. That's what going crazy feels like, right?" Dave took a small sip from his glass. "Like you're still normal but weird things happen to you? Like, I feel fine but this hallucination persists and it's talking to me and I've talked back to it and it's really freaking me out." Dave took a large drink from his whiskey.

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Organism was unsure of what was happening. It felt like host was getting upset. Was it related to this other almost-Host? What was this strange taste in Host? It tasted like a poison, and slightly burned. Organism did not like this turn of events. Organism asked Host what was happening, but was ignored.

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Naturally, Kate became very concerned hearing this from her husband. She's been married to Dave for 8 years and he's not the kind of guy who goes off with crazy ideas or over-embellishes stories. This is serious. As calmly as she can, she asks, "Okay, what kind of hallucinations have you been having? Are you seeing, like, demons? Angels? Anyth-"

"Aliens." Dave interjected. "Well not aliens, but alien. Only one, actually."

"Okay... is it chasing you? Trying to hurt you?"

"No, it's not chasing me. It just sticks around. Heh, sticks..." Dave chuckled. Kate did not see the humor. Dave took another large drink from the glass in his hand, slightly grimacing from the burn.

"Is it here in the room with us?" Kate asked.

"Yeah." Dave replied.

"What does it look like?" Kate had no idea what she was asking nor why she was asking it, but she figured that talking out this hallucination would help somehow. If nothing else, she could get a better idea of how bad this was going to be. "Is it a little green man? A tall white? Maybe a-"

"Boxer briefs." Dave told her.

"... what?"

"It's the damndest thing, Kate. It's like some sort of goo that latched onto me. Like the blob from that black & white movie from the 50's, but black, and much smaller. I hallucinated it being on my crotch like living underwear. I don't even know where this kind of idea would come from, but my mind seems to have settled on this shape." Dave finishes his thought by finishing his drink.

Kate has no idea what to do with this revelation. There is definitely something going on with Dave, but she had no idea. She was a biologist, not a psychologist!

"So, you hallucinated underwear?" Kate inquired.

"Yes."

"Are you wearing them now?"

"I really don't know. Look, and tell me what you see." Dave said as he unbuttoned his pants and opened his fly.

Kate saw black. Inside Dave's pants were what looked to her like the front part of a pair of black underwear. The garment had a satin-y sheen to it. Kate was very sure that Dave owned nothing like what she was seeing, he wasn't a silk underwear kind of guy. Dave kicked his hiking boots off, allowing the pants to be a pool of fabric at his feet. Just like he had described, Kate saw what looked like skin-tight black satin boxer briefs on her husband. Except, not quite. Instead of the machine-cut straight lines of a store-bought garment, this one had smooth curves to its edges. There was no obvious waistband, no seems, no threads of stitching. What even to her appeared to be innocuous at first glance was now becoming stranger and more alien upon inspection. She walked closer and squatted down to get a closer look.

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Host was uncovering Organism. Organism didn't mind being covered up, but it preferred being uncovered, allowing it to taste all the different scents around it more accurately. Organism was particularly interested in the scent of the almost-Host. Now that Organism had access to open air, it could start to really smell the differences between the two.

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"Am I still wearing the dark blue ones from REI?" Dave asked his wife.

"... no." Kate replied, reaching out to touch the ebony object of her curiosity. It felt like skin. Almost. It was warm and smooth, like soft supple leather.

"I can feel you touching my leg." Dave told her. "I guess I've been going commando all morning?"

"... no." Kate replied again.

"... what?" It was now Dave's turn to say.

"I don't think that you're hallucinating." Kate said.

"... okay. What are you saying, exactly?" Dave asked

"I think that you aren't hallucinating. There is something on you."

Kate was a wildlife biologist by trade. She was trained to study creatures in excruciating detail, but she'd experienced nothing like what she was looking at now. Kate transitioned from a squatting position to a more comfortable one sitting on her knees. She poked the thin black mass covering her husband's leg, running her finger along it trying to figure out what she was looking at. She could swear that it was holding onto her finger, like it was touching her back.

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At first, Organism wasn't sure how to feel about Almost-Host. Organism was fascinated by the differences and similarities between Host and Almost-Host. Almost-Host was dragging its tiny appendage over Organism, and Organism was learning all it could from the interaction. Almost-Host had a very similar outer membrane to Host, but softer and a bit thinner. The tastes of the two were equally similar, just slightly different. Organism would love to spend more time in contact with this new creature, but unfortunately the appendage was pulled away.

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"The good news is that you aren't losing your mind. The bad news is that I have no idea what this thing is."

Dave remained silent. He was glad that he wasn't losing his grip on reality, but becoming concerned that what he was experiencing actually is reality! Especially the voice...

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Organism sent Host a question, wishing to know more about Almost-Host. Host did not reply, but Organism could feel Host's heartbeat and breathing start to increase.

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"So, what happened in the woods? Tell me everything, and leave no detail out."

As Kate continued examining her husband's new addition, Dave explained the timeline of events to her: setting up camp, gathering firewood, the masturbation in the woods, making dinner, having a weird dream, all of it.

"What kind of dream?" Kate asked, trying to keep him occupied as she continued her investigation.

"Well..." Dave was having a hard time remembering it all. "It was a sex dream. You were in it, actually." This wasn't uncommon. Kate knew that she was a frequent character in Dave's dreams, but she felt flattered all the same.

"What was I doing?" Kate asked, smiling to herself a little.

"You were... jacking me off." Dave replied. Recalling the subject of the dream was starting to get him aroused again. Having his beautiful wife on her knees in front of him wasn't helping, either. They were both very used to this position, as Kate had blown Dave on her knees many, many times. She enjoyed it, actually. Something about Dave's strong, erect cock turned her on, and the way it felt in her mouth and the noises she could get out of Dave during the process only made it better.

"Go on. Be specific." Kate wasn't asking for purely scientific reasons now. She had been planning on going with him camping this weekend before work swamped her last-minute. Part of the 'fun' of camping for them was the wild outdoors fucking they did. They would refrain from sex for the week or so leading up to a camping trip and be horny as hell when they got there, routinely leading to four or five sessions of fucking on a normal weekend. Kate not making it that weekend had left her wound up sexually. That horniness had been briefly pushed to the back of her mind, but was making a strong comeback at the mention of her husband's sensual dream.

"Well, we were in a restaurant. You were teasing me under the table-"

"Ooo, sounds fun" Kate interrupted.

"Then a banana stole your napkin."

"What kind of sex dream is this?"

"So I chased it down and retrieved it for you. You rewarded me by going down on me."

Kate liked where this dream was going. She could see the growth of a tell-tale bulge from Dave's cock underneath the black covering.

"Then you switched to jerking me off with some jello"

"Jello?"

"Yeah, but for some reason if felt good. Like, really good." As Dave said this, he was approaching full hardness, much to Kate's delight. She loved Dave's cock. The feel of it in her mouth, the thickness in her hand, she even liked the way it looked. Standing out, hard and erect, veins bulging under the skin, throbbing softly to Dave's heartbeat, Kate loved every little detail. Having been married for almost a decade, Kate had seen and felt this most enjoyed part of Dave's anatomy countless times and in a myriad of situations, but never like this. At seven inches long and wider than two of Kate's fingers, Dave had never left Kate wanting for more. But being covered in a thin, skin-tight layer, the light glinted off of the alien covering in a way that accentuated Dave's size. The alien covering was making the already-delicious veins pop like never before, the flare of the head seemed more pronounced than usual. The whole thing seemed more imposing than before. Kate was totally absorbed in taking in these new details of Dave's cock.

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Organism noted the continued increase in Host's heartbeat. Organism also noted the increase in the fluid-producing appendage's hardness. This appendage hadn't been firm since Host had last released that incredible liquid. Organism became excited, hoping for a repeat experience.

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Dave Loved Kate. He loved her sense of humor, he loved her sense of adventure, and he loved that she loved his cock. Sometimes the way she would look at it would be enough to get him hard, which was happening right now. Dave looked down at his beautiful, blonde-haired wife on her knees in front of him and the way her big blue eyes were staring at his cock. The intensity with which she was looking at it as it got hard would have been enough to get him going. Describing the dream from last night only made him harder.

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Organism was very pleased to feel Host's liquid-producing tentacle reach full hardness. Just like last time, Organism gathered some mass around the base of the liquid-producer and created a ring. Organsim had a better understanding of the network of long-thin cells this time, so it was able to more accurately adjust the tightness to produce maximum pleasure. Organism started sliding the ring of tightness slowly up the shaft and, just like last time, was rewarded with a small amount of liquid from Host's tentacle. Organism rolled the tightness-ring back down to the bottom of the shaft to start the movement pattern once again.

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Kate was speechless. She had been examining her Husband's hard cock when the alien covering began to move! Once Dave's member had reached what she guessed was full hardness, the covering seemed almost to shiver and then the 'legs' of the 'boxers' began to retreat up Dave's legs, and the covering got thicker around the base of his shaft. Maybe a half-inch of thickness had gathered, reaching about an inch or so up the shaft. Then it moved. The ring started sliding up the cock. It took almost two seconds for the ring to reach the tip, at which point the material did its little shivering thing again, then the ring went back down to the base, just to start back up again at the same speed.

Then Kate understood: This thing was masturbating him. 'Thing' isn't quite right. This is a creature, but unlike she had ever seen. Or ever even heard of! Was it a plant? An animal? Fungus? Some sort of macroscopic Eukaryote heretofore undiscovered by science? This was an amazing discovery! But those thoughts had to wait, because she was too busy watching her husband getting jerked off right in front of her eyes. The thing's slow stroking remained slow at first. Dave's breathing was starting to get deeper when he spoke:

"I'm starting to think that wasn't entirely a dream I had last night." His breathing was getting more ragged.

"I'm thinking the same thing..." Kate agreed, letting the sentence trail off. Both of them were fixated on the show in front of them. The ring was moving up and down Dave's shaft steadily. Dave's gaze flicked from his cock to his wife. Her eyes had never been more beautiful than they were now.

Kate's eyes were glued to the cock in front of her. Watching the ring move up and down. Sometimes watching the veins bulge as the ring approached, sometimes following the ring as it traveled, there were so many little details to take in, and each one made her just a little more wet. They both continued watching the alien slime masturbate Dave. Minutes past and the thing kept moving in its slow, steady pace, unchanging. Dave had come twice in the previous 24-hours so he was nowhere near coming yet.

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Organism was becoming confused. This tight ring moving up and down was enough to earn the liquid reward it was after last time, why isn't it working this time? The long-thin-cells were communicating pleasure, so why wasn't it working?

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Minutes passed and Kate noticed Dave's breathing hadn't become more ragged or deeper for a while. She loved Dave and knew his ins-and-outs with incredible detail. She also knew Dave's cock. Watching this alien slime thing stroke her husband was interesting but she could tell that it wasn't doing much to get him closer to orgasm any more. She looked at Dave's face, he was already looking at her. She loved the look in his eyes. It was one of her favorite things about him. He was getting his dick stroked by this thing, but he still couldn't keep his eyes off her! She made a decision.

"Sit down." she told him. Dave took two steps and sat down on one of the dining room chairs. He also removed his shirt, it seemed unnecessary at this pioint. Kate came over, resumed her kneeling position and spread his legs for better access. She carefully moved her right hand to Dave's cock and wrapped her slender fingers around it. The slime-ring stopped, unsure of what was happening. Kate started stroking Dave the way she knew he liked. She started with strong, slow strokes, using a milking motion as her strokes neared the head of Dave's cock.

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Organism observed how Almost-Host manipulated Host. Almost like it had been doing, but with emphasis on different parts, and differing amounts of pressure. The differences mapped closely with the density of long-thin-cells in the shaft itself. The differences were producing a much higher level of pleasure in Host, much closer to the previous experience. Organism observed carefully.

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The added manual manipulation was doing as Kate expected. Dave's breathing was getting heavier, and she could tell by his movements and involuntary thrusting into her hand that he was getting ever closer. The black mass covering it hadn't changed that she still knew how to tease and please Dave's cock like the back of her hand. She loved the feel of the soft skin of is shaft sliding in her grasp, the flexing when she hit a sensitive spot, the pre-cum that was coming out of the- where was that? Kate realized that she normally would have one or two rivulets of her husband's natural lubricant running down her fingers by now. Never stopping her hand, she looked more closely at the foreign thing on Dave. She wondered if it was merely holding the Dave's pre-cum in or maybe next to it? Like an organic, living condom? Or maybe it was consuming the liquid?

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Organism was reaping the benefits of Almost-Host's instructions. Host's pleasure seemed to be higher than Organism had seen so far. The semi-nutritious precursor liquid Host was releasing was also increasing in volume. Organism was sure to incorporate these techniques next time.

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Kate was enjoying stroking Dave's cock. She always enjoyed it, why would now be any different? She kept up the established motion, increasing pressure as her hand moved up, culminating at the head, reversing course and loosening as she slid down. Dave watched her as she kept this up. He was surprised that she was touching this alien thing, but was more than happy to experience her ministrations again. As she stroked, she slowly increased her pace. As Dave's pleasure grew, so did Kate's stroking. Cumming twice the previous evening meant that Dave was going to take more than usual to cum this time. Kate was pumping his substantial seven inches faster and faster. She reached her left hand up and gently massaged his balls. She knew that this extra sensation would help him cum.

Dave was loving every second of this. The pumping of Kate's hand, the testicular massage, her big blue eyes, framed by some blonde strands that had come out of her bun. The scene was going to be one he would remember for years to come.

Kate's hands felt great, but it wasn't quite enough, and they both knew it. His pleasure had plateaued. He wasn't quite able to cross the point of no return. Kate started adding a little twist of her wrist at the top of her strokes, but even that wasn't enough. She knew of something that might work. She pulled her left hand from Dave's balls and moved them to her left breast. She grabbed and squeezed her left breast, then reached across to her right breast and squeezed that one. She reached down and pulled the hem of her navy tank top up, revealing her athletic torso in all it's glory for Dave's hungry eyes, and returned her hand to her tits.

Dave's eyes devoured his wife's athletic build. Tight waist, tanned where her bathing suits didn't cover, B-cup breasts that sat high and perky on her chest. Her nipples were becoming more prominent now that Kate was pinching and tugging at them. Dave suspected that wasn't just for him to enjoy. Kate's breath was starting to get heavy now too.

Unlike Dave, who was working towards his third orgasm in 24 hours, Kate hadn't had any in almost a week. She was hot, primed, and horny. Her pussy had started getting wet when she saw her husband's erect cock. She had been getting steadily wetter the more she stroked it, and her self-groping was making her very aware of how much she also needed to cum.

Kate released her right nipple and moved her hand down, over her belly, under the waistband of her shorts, and to her pussy. She started by circling her clit. She reached a little further down to get some moisture from her opening and brought it back up to her button to continue circling, all while attempting to keep a steady rhythm on Dave's member.

Dave could see what she was doing of course. Her shorts were stretchy enough that he could make out the individual fingers of her hand, the outline of her vaginal lips. He was even able to see the beginning of a damp spot where the fabric barely shielded her lovely opening from view. The rapid onset of Kate's moans also gave away her actions. Kate kept going, rubbing her clit and stroking Dave, getting closer and closer to her own orgasm while inching Dave to his. Her right hand was getting tired and starting to ache, so she switched hands. She pulled her left hand from her shorts, dripping with her juices, and grabbed Dave's cock. The slime had been all but forgotten, until it shuddered at her touch.

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What was this?! Organism had been detecting an ever-increasing smell in the air but couldn't quite figure out what it was. It seemed to be relatively pheromonal and probably from Almost-Host, but this? When Almost-Host pulled away, Organism assumed the observation time was over, but how wrong it was! Almost-Host's tentacle of manipulation was covered in an exquisite liquid! Organsim involuntarily shuddered at the contact. It most resembled Host's semi-nutritious precursor liquid, but incredibly pheromonal and delightful! It was every bit as delicious as Host's liquid expressions, but different at the same time! Organism could not believe it's incredible luck!

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Kate grasped Dave's shaft with her left hand, though not as deftly as she had with her right. She knew what she was doing. What she hadn't counted on was the slime shuddering when her pussy-juice covered hand touched it, nor the slime coming up onto the skin of her fingers. It didn't hurt, it actually felt nice. Sensual. She only half-considered these things as she continued rubbing her clit and pussy, more frantically than before, and resuming the stroking of Dave's shaft but at an even greater speed.

Dave was in heaven. Or maybe hell. Purgatory? Some sort of twisted plain where he was experiencing the incredible sensation of being on the verge of climax and the torture of not getting there! His hands white-knuckled the sides of the chair he was sitting in, his mouth hung open, his eyes drinking in the beautiful vision of his gorgeous wife fingering herself to orgasm while hammering his cock in her fist. If only there was a little lubrication, something to make her hand slide a little easier, just a little more sensation and he'd cross the point of no return. If only there was just a little wetness!

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Organism heard Host's request for liquid on the surface of Host's appendage. Being a liquid-based creature, this request was easily fulfilled. Organism had could spare a little bit of moisture for Host, especially since Organism knew it would receive more soon. Organism quickly produced and secreted slippery liquid on it's surface where Almost-Host was pleasuring Host.

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That was all Dave needed. The alien thing responded to his thought and created a slick lubricant on his dick that allowed Kate's hand to slide with zero friction at all, adding just enough pleasure to push him over the edge. And over the edge did he go! Dave threw his head back and with a loud, guttural groan, he finally released himself into the slime. Dave's butt clenched with a powerful spurt, sending a strong jet of cum into the alien creature. And another. And another! Half a dozen or more times did he shoot his seed into the being engulfing his lower regions, each time accompanied by his legs tensing up and almost lifting him out of the chair, creaking its own protest.

It was Kate's turn to be mesmerized. She drank in the sight of her husband cumming, rarely had she seen him have as strong an orgasm as this! Her left hand working his shaft as he loosed his load, knowingly prolonging and intensifying his pleasure. She felt the powerful thrusts into her hand. She watched as the tip of Dave's cock, which had been so well defined through the membrane-thin alien layer, began to slightly expand from the jizz inflating it. His grunts and groans, his thrusting hips, the jets of jizz she knew he was producing, it all made her so hot! Her eyes widened as her right hand continued its work on her clit, more frantic than before.

She could feel it, starting to curl her toes. Kate knew her orgasm was going to be a strong one as well. Dave's orgasm always triggered her own, knowing that she could cause such an effect on him, and this morning was no different. Her left hand left Dave and went straight to her right breast, briefly mauling the tit but quickly focusing on pinching and tugging her nipple. Her right hand went from circling her clit to shoving 2 fingers inside her opening and rubbing her g-spot. She felt the pleasure starting to radiate out from her pussy in waves, rubbing the sensitive area just inside herself, and those waves crashing back into her cunt. Kate squealed with pleasure, shaking on the floor, flooding her hands with her juices. She stayed there, shivering for almost a full minute as aftershocks of her orgasm gently shook her...

Dave had just caught his breath. He loved watching Kate cum and today was no different. She looked so cute and super sexy. Normally he might have even regained hardness from the show he just watched, but there was no way he could now. Dave slowly stood up from the chair and stooped down to Kate. He lovingly scooped up his amazing bride from the floor and carried her into the living room, heading for the big soft couch she had picked out a year ago. Dave laid them both down on the couch, pulling Kate halfway on top of him like he knew she liked. It was not even noon yet and they were both exhausted. Kate snuggled up to Dave, laying her hand on his chest and her head on his shoulder.

"Love you" Kate told him meekly.

"Love you too", he replied. Dave wrapped his arms around her and they both drifted off to sleep.

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Organism noted the lowering of Host's heartbeat. Organism was also finally able to make prolonged contact with Almost-Host, and noted a similar heart rate. Organism scented the presence of Almost-Host's fluid nearby, but in two places. Organism reached a tendril up Host's body and found the manipulating appendage of Almost-Host there, resting on Host, and covered in that new liquid. Organism gently covered Almost-Host's appendage to get as much of the fluid as it could. Organism also sent a second tendril off of Host's movement appendage towards the second, stronger source of scent. Organism found a similar pair of movement appendages like Host has, with some minor differences and one major one: no fluid-producing tentacle. The area was covered by fabric so Organism wasn't able to fully explore Almost-Host at the moment, so it contended itself with absorbing as much of new fluid from Almost-Host as it could scavenge from the fabric covering.

With all the newly harvested fluids, Organism had some incorporating to do. Organism decided that following the lead of the host creatures and entered a more dormant state. It found a thought from Host that felt appropriate:

Home.