William's reunion tour

I am William Carter.

I own these ships, the Falcon 4, the Princess, the Majestic, the whole fleet. But as important as my business is, it only serves my precious family. I married my gorgeous wife, Linda, the woman of my dreams, twenty years ago today. We met on a space mission to Tatou back then and it was love at first sight. I have to confess, Linda’s 39 DD’s and that tight ass helped me to stand still long enough to discover her kind, loving personality. And I have to say, as lovely as she is, her loyalty and character are what I have come to love most.

From that first meeting until a couple years later when I was called away to Beta Centauri, it seems all we did was fuck like rabbits. I fucked Linda in bed, fucked her in the shower, fucked on the table in the galley, fucked in the pool, fucked in the hot tub. We fucked in the holodeck--both virtually and physically, we fucked at night, we fucked in the morning, we fucked that afternoon away. I fucked her pussy. I fucked her mouth. I fucked her ass. I fucked her tits. One time I even tried fucking her feet.

With so much unprotected sex, it’s no miracle that my dear children, first Adam then Cindy were born only two years apart. I am planning a surprise rendezvous with my family today. My crew and passengers are on the way to Tatou, the place my wife and I were twenty years ago today. I re-checked my intelligence that my family was heading there as well.

I can’t wait to see Linda! It has been some time since we’ve been together physically, but I know from my vid conferences with her that she is still just as sexy, and that I love her just as much as the day we married. She wears sexy, little outfits for our conferences, which I am sure she never wears at other times.

My mind drifts back to the first ten years of my marriage, which were pure bliss as I usually arranged for not only my wife, but my whole family to accompany me on transport missions. This might seem dangerous, but not nearly as risky, in my opinion, as leaving your family alone for months at a time. Now, due to my training them, they are all specialists vital to my company’s operation.

Unfortunately, due to the rapid expansion of my business I’ve had to take on a partner and the family has had to split up to manage the fleet. Steel, my partner is a clever businessman, if not much of a friend.

About four years ago I reluctantly consented to my wife’s request to have her own ship, staffed by only herself, the computers and any androids necessary. I really didn’t want to part with Linda for any amount of time, but she insisted it was for the good of the business, and I felt taking away the command from her would have done more harm than good.

As our marriage has progressed, I recognized the need to give her space and let her spread her wings. Naturally I keep tabs on her. I have particularly asked Adam to visit her frequently and make sure she is safe and well supplied. There is no one I trust more than my son. There are a great many dangers and temptations out in space, but I am so very proud to say that in all these years my loyal wife has remained utterly faithful.

Right now I’ve got two prisoners, space pirates, that I’m taking to Tatou for trial. These maniacs run wild, **** and pillaging our fleets, so I’m happy to bring them to justice in spite of the danger they pose. In addition, I’m hauling some cargo including two slithers and a couple of Gorgons.

My crew is the best there is, but a bit on the wild side. To work out in space you have to be little bit of a cowboy, which Pete Starburner, definitely is. I’ve known Pete for a long time. He’s about ten years younger than me and can’t stop shooting off his mouth. He makes no secret of his lust for my wife’s tits and I’ve decked him a couple times for lewd comments he’s made in public and a couple times right to her face. Pete is a rugged, wiry, young cowboy who is good in a fight and is my best trapper. He’s the one who captured the Gorgons we’re carrying. As soon as I find someone anywhere as good as him, the randy, sum’ bitch will be gone.

Pete’s son, Andre, a complete opposite of his Dad in temperament, is my new ensign. I suppose he’s one reason I haven’t either fired or murdered his father by now. At sixteen, Andre’s a quietly efficient, get ‘er done, kind of guy. He’s always carried a torch for my Cindi, who’s a couple years older, and to tell you the truth, I wouldn’t mind seeing the two of them together some day.

Cindi, my innocent daughter, has her mother’s looks, and if I have any say will stay the virgin she is until marriage.

The other crew member, Ogg, is a humanoid alien about 7 foot and a half, hairy, stupid and ugly as sin. He’s gentle and strong and is indispensable for cargo moving and storage.