Let me back up to when my wife used to have a head on her shoulders.

About a year ago, we heard a crash in the woods in our backyard. Now our plot of land in Missouri is a little remote, so we thought it was a prop plane though the skies were clear and there was no wind. My wife Lauren and I rushed out with a first aid kit and blankets. Instead of a Cessna, we saw a silver, strangely smooth aircraft had cut through the dense grove of pines and was half submerged in the ground. Using a sturdy branch to pry open what looked like a door, soon enough, to our shock, someone came out unscathed but confused. A thin, taller woman who probably stood about 6’3” but with faint green skin looked at us. Lauren was about to yell but I covered her mouth and offered the blanket to the strikingly beautiful visitor, who seemed friendly and accepted the gift. After saying “No problem Miss, let us know how we can help you,” a curious thing happened. As if turning her mental rolodex, she smiled and said in an almost perfectly plain midwestern accent, “Ah, so this is Earth! Sorry, I needed to get my bearings with your language but thank you for the help! My name is..."  and that was mostly incomprehensible.  Lauren and I looked at each other, a bit terrified but so far the woman seemed non-hostile. She paused for a moment, saying “Why don’t you call me Astra, I come from the stars, or more specifically, Mars.”

Initially a bit shy and curious about everything around her on this green planet, she explained she was sent on a long-term mission of friendly study and landing wasn’t her strongest suit, so she missed a turn by New Mexico and ended up in our backyard. As the days passed, we welcomed her into our home. She’d been familiar with some earthly customs based on the satellites and TV signals their labs could detect, hence where she had learned English, but she seemed to feel at home here in the quiet countryside.

She became the third member of our family, and we exchanged stories and lore from our traditions including holidays and introducing her to new foods. She explained she was mostly raised on Mars since she was born about 19 Martian summers ago (or about 36 Earth years, approximately our age). We’d debate how life on Mars and Earth seemed similar, at least as humans go, and Astra would note that based on their studies, Martians and Earthlings had some minor differences but fundamentally the same structure biologically speaking, mammalian and warm blooded. In time, I think she actually put on some muscle and tone adjusting to the stronger gravity of Earth and eating the bounty of the land versus the harsh red deserts of her home planet. We gave her the spare bedroom where she could set up some of her instruments and usually told folks she was an exchange student or something. We’d cover her in foundation or body paint but it proved itchy to wear it for so long, so she usually wore modest clothing so as to not draw too much attention, though at home she was used to the colder Martian climate and wore less clothing to soak in the warm sun’s rays, not that I complained.

Back to today. It’s a fairly normal spring day, trees and flowers in bloom and unfortunately the pollen that came with it. Lauren had been coming down with her annual allergies, sneezing up a storm and eyes watering from tending to the gardens barefoot. Astra the last two days had been concerned why she was afflicted with something, making comments here and there. Astra put her black hair up in a braided ponytail, just like Lauren had worn her own blonde/red hair that day, and asked me if she could help Lauren in the front yard. I shrugged and said sure. I was on the back deck when I overheard a loud crack of electricity and came running to the front yard.

“Lauren! Wha-”

 There was Lauren, or her from the neck down clad in just her overalls, wandering around the front yard aimlessly and a waft of steam rising from her neck. I panicked. I saw Astra nearby, holding some sort of retro-futuristic ray gun, nonchalantly watching Lauren's beheaded body as if studying it.

“ASTRA! WHAT DID YOU DO TO LAUREN?”

Astra, surprised by my tone, composed herself. “Scott, I noticed Lauren had been sneezing so very frequently. So since I wanted to help, I transported her head to our orbiting lab for analysis. I hope our scientists can understand her condition and alleviate her, she looked rather miserable.”

“Astra,” I said, pinching the bridge of my nose, “she has allergies to the pollen, a normal Earth condition that passes when in the seasons change. What am I going to do with a headless Lauren?” I watched her body with a clumsy grace walk in the grass, making sure no passersby on the road were too curious.

Astra replied, “Oh, well Martians can regrow their heads in about...three Earth days. Ask me how I know, our regenerative powers are pretty great after one time I stood too close to a new lab launch and disintegrated down to my ankles! I was a pair of walking feet for a long time! You humans have this ability too, right?”

I had a curious thought about imagining her bare feet walking by themselves in the house…but back to the matter at hand.

“No Astra, you’re thinking starfish or earthworms. Those can regrow their parts back. Not humans,” I sighed.

“Whoops, wrong lifeforms. Well, I got the notification on my wrist that the lab has her head safe and sound, let’s check it back in my room.”

I say that’s a good idea, because as Astra and I chatted, Lauren’s body began acting carefree, slipping one shoulder off her overalls and threatening to show the whole county her topless rack. I guided her blind, bumbling body back inside to Astra’s room.

Using what I call her computer, she types in a sequence of strange letters and sure enough, there’s a few other female Martian scientists surrounding poor Lauren’s head on the screen. She smiles seeing us on the other side, and says she’s doing great. Lauren was always a curious one and the prospect of learning more about these lovely Martians and their hope to cure her allergies seemed like a great opportunity. Astra says she’s in good hands and hopes to hear a good report in time.

Astra explains to Lauren and me that due to the teleportation, her body may seem to act on its own intuition but the connection to touch and temperature should be intact with the head. Martian bodies have a primitive brain in their chest that gives them rudimentary control with some sight and sound senses when decapitated. I wondered if that extra brain of hers was what was making her tits huge relative to her frame. Her comments about Martian bodies seemed to have given her an idea, or was she reading my mind? She ends the transmission, saying she’ll check back in over a few days.

She quickly said, “I’m sorry I put this on you and Lauren, but I’ll make it up to you in sympathy.” Setting the dial on her raygun to something else, she blasts straight at her head! Her head disappears in a puff of smoke, leaving her neck stump to look like Lauren’s - that is a smoothed over layer of her skin rather than a cross section of what’s inside. Astra’s body feels her neck, squeezing gently to confirm her head is gone. I thought, well, now I have at least 3 days before I have someone to talk to.

Lauren’s body in the background, now with one breast out of her overalls, leans over and puts it on top of Astra’s neck. I can’t help but watch, both amused and intrigued. There’s something different in the air between these two bodies, as Astra’s hand playfully grabs and twists Lauren’s pink nipple. Lauren notices the attention, her own hand sliding down Astra’s chest to find her sizable tracts of land, pawing over the thin white dress that Astra was wearing. I couldn’t believe it, fascinated about the possibilities, as Lauren’s body stands tall and slides the other strap of her overalls off and dropping them down to her ankles, revealing her gorgeous, farmgirl bod clad in only her blue thong.

Astra’s headless body seems to take note, taking her dress over where her head once was, revealing her bare body that I’ve only accidentally walked in once and sure, jerked off to at least one time. Martians seemed to only have hair on their head, as I could confirm now. Astra’s body closed the distance to Lauren, who had her arms out looking for someone to hold or more. Embracing her, the taller Martian rubs the underside of her breasts in return on Lauren’s neck, and Lauren’s hands begin their own exploration into uncharted territory around Astra’s ample backside.

As if knowing she wanted to take it further, Lauren leads Astra by the hand, seemingly having some knowledge of the layout of our house by following the door frame, the wall path, to our bedroom. I follow behind, as if hypnotized by the green and pale bouncing booties of the women in my house. Lauren finally finds our king sized bed, bending over to shed her last stitch of clothing. Lauren turns around back to Astra for another embrace, the headless lovers grinding their hips and chests into the other in a slow, rhythmic dance of desire. Lauren’s hands continue their “probing expedition” down Astra’s asscrack, to Astra’s delight based on the shivers rippling her body. The hardworking hands of Lauren, with soft calluses, tickle Astra’s cheeks and dive in. Astra’s handsy as well, as one hand follows Lauren’s curves down her chest, her belly, and finally to her glistening crotch. With Astra’s fingers inside her womanhood. Lauren’s body seemed to silently moan in pleasure.

Fuck, this was incredible, I thought. My own jeans were about to burst through the zipper, so I naturally took care of the situation and took them off myself, and my boxers for good measure too. My shirt was feeling too hot in this steamy room, too.

I take the bold step to head over to the bed next to the headless hotties, laying on my back watching them for a minute, hand around myself, before Astra’s other hand grazes my thigh. She doesn’t recoil to the new touch, and instead uses her leverage to set Lauren on the bed with her on top next to me. Lauren also feels my presence, and she looks like she wants to take this further. Astra rolls over, letting Lauren sit up to explore my body with her hands.

Finding my erect, throbbing dick with those hands with both soft and rough skin, she grabs it and starts to position herself differently, using my member as a reference point. Soon enough, that plump pale ass of hers that won’t quit hovers over my face. With her head on, she usually wouldn’t let me eat her out unless she had freshly showered or a special occasion, despite the fact she loved the way my tongue made her feel. Her curvy hips always drove me wild and I longed for any chance to kiss them up and down and all around, even if she played hard to get. This must have been one of those occasions or her body’s true instincts took over, I thought. I didn’t have much time to think, as she plopped her hips down, my lips on her lower lips and my field of vision mostly blocked by her juicy cheeks. She leaned over still working my shaft, I went to work trying not to bust too soon, spelling the alphabet with my tongue inside her and my nose smushed next to her asshole, the final frontier.

But then, as I was pretty preoccupied,Lauren softens her grip on me. I wonder what’s next before I feel the thick thighs of Astra straddle my hips. My hands move from Lauren’s lower back to the powerful legs of Astra, and feel a second hand grab my cock covered in precum. With a swift move, Astra guides me into her tight Martian hole, my senses going into hyperspace with her slick wet slit bouncing on my dick and I’m overwhelmed by my wife’s quivering pussy and hips rocking and smothering my head. I can’t hold on much longer. Astra’s cosmic kegels are relentless. On the other end, I feel the shockwaves moving up Lauren’s mindless and lusty, busty body. With a few more heroic thrusts into Astra, who seems to have mastered sex without a head (that I’ll have to ask about what videos she’s seen from space later), I finally gush deep into her, going where no man has gone before. I feel waves of pleasure shake her to her core. As if suctioning every drop of my cum, she falls off my slowly deflating penis with a soft popping noise, I swear. Lauren’s body follows suit, collapsing over to her left, leaving me with a close up view of that magnificent backside. Gracing her curves with my touch, she lets out a dainty but loud toot directly in my face. Even without a head, she’s a character, and not going to lie if I could get hard again I would. Astra’s body cuddles up between ours, we bask in the warmth of our bodies together and I pass out into a satisfied nap.

***

I wake up before sundown, as Lauren’s nude lower half is still pointed in my direction, resting, but Astra is missing. I hear the clicking of keys in another room, so I go and explore, not caring to put on pants or cover myself since they are headless. There’s Astra’s decapitated form, typing away and I’m watching each titty bounce with her heavy click-clacking away. Finally, my presence is made known as my growing excitement pokes her in the back of the neck. She strokes it fondly, before closing out of a window on her device to another one. She types again, this time in a text-to-chat function. Why she picked the TikTok girl voice, ugh, I guess that app’s addictive to Martians too.

“Hi Scott! Sorry I wanted to jot down my thoughts on the human mating ritual and my own experience. It was exhilarating! My secondary back-up brain in here isn’t great at long term memory so I wanted to document it. You know we bred out Martian males eons ago, so this was out of this world, tee-hee! I never had the courage to ask you and Lauren if I could, um, study for purely scientific purposes up close and it was even better taking part in it! If it’s ok with you and Lauren, is there more to this? I thought most couples mate one to one but adding a third? I might need more research here or one on one time with you or Lauren.”

I stand there in awe. A cheeky smile emerges. “Of course, I’m happy to help show you the ropes along with Lauren, with or without her head. She’s smitten with you. And once your pretty little head grows back, we can expand some horizons. I have to say I miss your head but happy to have your sexy space body here.” With that, I kiss her on the neck stump, causing her to tremble a bit.

“Aw you are, how do you say, sucrose!” her computer voice announces. I correct her to “sweet, not sucrose.”  She continues typing with a little extra flair. “Two more days until my head is ready to play! I’m curious about what your head can do for me in the meantime.”

Oh, I think to myself, I can bow down to this leader and update her archives. Spinning her chair around so I am poking between her green cleavage and putting a hand on her shoulder, I ask her, “Have you heard of an ancient book called the Kama Sutra? It’s the textbook of earthly pleasure.”

She clasped her hands excitedly underneath her heaving bosom, before turning to type “Don’t worry, Martians and Earthlings can’t breed as we’ve found out, so you can, as you say, set your phasers to full blast for me!”

She stood to jump up into my arms, I catch her as she wrapped her legs around my midsection. As I lay kisses on her neck, she sinks a bit in my grasp, her asscheeks smashing the keyboard with nonsense words spit out by the TikTok voice. I pick her up higher, we’ll take this up against the wall and let Lauren catch up on rest. Ad Astra per her Asstra.