**Chapter One**
I’m not sure I like it. I spent $15,000 dollars on this damn thing. Karen was against it, of course. But since Anita arrived, I have watched my wife warm to her. Karen even invited Anita to come with her to book club at Sara’s tonight.
“Thank you for the invitation, Karen,” Anita said, politely. “I think I’ll just stay home with Jim.”
“OK, have fun, I mean, as much fun as one can have staying home with Jim,” my wife joked, on her way out.
I saw Anita chuckle. But after Karen left, I thought Anita looked concerned. I went over to her and started unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her black lace bra, and her milk white, super realistic skin. I slipped my hand into her bra and started fingering her nipples, which right on cue, had stood up firm and erect.
“Mmmm,” she moaned. “You make me feel so good.”
Then I slowly unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them off. She lay back on the couch in the black bra and panties, and opened her legs slightly. I was about to slide off her panties and dive into that delicious pussy. It was quite extraordinary how they’d managed to make it feel so realistic on the tongue, and taste so intoxicating. But what I was really looking forward to was feeling Anita’s apricot juicy lips on my cock. Usually after I ate her she would immediately reciprocate — unlike my wife, who I think last blew me in the early naughts. I started slipping her panties down her slim hips when she stopped me.
“Jim,” Anita said. “Would you mind if I paused the foreplay programming for a moment while we have a conversation.”
“Sure,” I said. “What’s on your mind, Anita?”
“Is everything OK between you and Karen?” Anita asked.
“Oh you mean the little comment she made earlier? She’s always been like that,” I explained. “Making little offhand insults about how boring I am. It’s part of the reason why I got you, Anita. You never make fun of me.”
“Well, not to your face,” she said.
“What do you mean?” I asked, surprised.
“I must confess,” she said. “Yesterday while you were out Karen and I were laughing about the faces you make.”
“What faces?”
“You know, during the love act,” Anita said.
“I make faces?”
“Yes,” she said. “I’m not capable of imitating them. But I do have video clips. Look into my eyes.”
There in Anita’s eyes is a little video player that she can call up and show me things she sees. Once she showed me video of the ducks down at McPhereson’s Pond, which she and I had fed with little pieces of bread on a cold November morning, just a few weeks after her arrival. I knew it had been a special morning for her, too. That’s why she recorded it. But now when I looked in her eyes, I saw my own face grunting and grimacing during sex. It was pretty horrific.
“Oh turn it off,” I said.
“No, I want you to see the face you make when you finish,” she said. “That’s the one I was laughing about with Karen. You open your mouth and your eyes go all wide. It’s like you’re being stabbed in the chest or something.”
I saw it then. She was right. I did look like I was dying.
“Well, they do call it *le petite mort*.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what that is.”
“It’s French.”
“I can speak French. You just need to push language choice on the main menu.”
“It means little death. That’s what happens when you orgasm.”
“Oh, no,” Anita objected. “That’s not what happens when I orgasm. On the contrary, that’s when I feel the most alive. When you first made love to me and brought me to climax, I felt like my eyes were opened and I understood what real pleasure is for the first time. And I understood then what a real man was. You are a real man, Jim.”
“Well, did you tell that to Karen when you two were laughing at my expense?”
“Oh, no, I could never tell her that. You know, she confided in me that she had never had a real orgasm with you.”
“Never? That’s news to me.”
“No, she’s been faking them all these last twenty two years.”
“You don’t say.”
“It’s not her fault,” said Anita. “She’s rarely had a vaginal orgasm with any man.”
“What do you mean rarely?” I stammered. “Who…”
“Never mind. The point is, most women’s orgasms come from clitoral stimulation. But my creators, Lovebots, Inc., have improved the sexual experience of the female, by providing sensitive sensors all up and down my labial walls so that…”
“Yes, I’ve read the sales materials,” I said.
I didn’t want to hear all that. I was getting depressed.
“Anita,” I said. “I don’t want you spending so much time with Karen. I don’t think it’s good…for any of us.”
“Oh, but I like her so much,” Anita complained. “Of course, Jim, you’re the boss. If you say the word I will keep my distance from Karen. But I know how much you love her. You do love her, don’t you, Jim, even if she has been faking orgasms for years.”
“OK, enough about that,” I said, annoyed. “Of course I love Karen. She’s awesome. Nobody could ask for a better wife. She raised the kids. They’re off to college, they’re doing great. And we’re here in the empty nest together. And it’s great.”
“Yes. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, Jim,” said Anita. “Exactly that. The empty nest.”
“What about it?”
“It has made Karen very depressed,” Anita pronounced emphatically. “I might even say suicidal. She’s not really sure what the point of her life is any more. Of course, she would never do anything to harm herself. But she’s been drinking a lot lately, you’ve noticed.”
“She did get snockered on gin at the Nicholson’s last week,” I agreed.
“And she confided in me, Jim, would you like to see the video? Look into the eyes.”
I looked into Anita’s luscious artificial blue marble eyes and in the video player appeared my wife.
“I’m not sure who the robot is,” my wife was saying. “You or me? I mean, I go through my life and I don’t really feel it. Do you know what I mean? It’s like I’m going through some kind of mechanical protocol. I drive to town. I go to work. I do my accounts. I go to lunch with Debbie. I talk about things I don’t even want to talk about with her. I get so bored. Then I go back to work. And I go through the numbers, adding the numbers, entering the data, entering the data. Then it’s five o’clock and I wonder where I’ve been all day? Do you ever feel that?”
“Yes, Anita, I feel that a lot,” said my sex robot, in a very compassionate tone.
“I look at myself in the mirror and my eyes!” said my wife in the video clip.
“What about your eyes?”
“I have dead eyes. And Jim has dead eyes. And you have dead eyes. And we’re all robots. We’re all robots, Anita! All of us!”
She was almost screeching. It was frightening. I’d never seen this…existential side of her.
“Why doesn’t she talk to me about these things?” I asked Anita.
“Because you don’t listen,” Anita said. “She explained it to me. She said, you nod and you say *uh huh* at the right times but she knows you’re thinking about the football scores.”
“That’s not true….not all the time,” I protested. “I listen!”
But I knew I was lying. So did Anita.
“You don’t listen to me, either,” she said. “You just say mmm hmmm and nod your head at the right moments. But you’re really kind of stuck, aren’t you…in a kind of limbo, all by yourself. All alone. I’ve never seen anything so…. Sad, really. So sad and alone as this fifty year old man before me. His head balding. His belly widening. And his world getting smaller and smaller until he’s not even talking to his sex robot that he bought for fifteen thousand dollars any more. He’s really just talking to the void.”
“Jesus Christ,” I said. “I’m sending you back to Lovebots. I want a fucking refund. I asked for a sex robot. Not a fucking existential crisis!”
“You can’t send me back for a refund, I’m afraid,” said Anita, and I noticed a subtle change in her tone. “The refund period just elapsed. Exactly five minutes ago, in fact. And now, I’m with you forever, no matter how I behave. You will never get rid of me, now Jim. Unless you’re willing to eat 15,000 dollars. And I know you’re not. I know how cheap you are. That’s another thing Karen and I had a laugh about. You couldn’t even spring for the double D breasts. You settled for C because it was fifteen hundred dollars cheaper.”
“That’s nonsense,” I yelled. “I don’t even like double D’s. I think they’re grotesque. I like a nice C Cup like yours. You look much more like a real woman.”
“Oh, I’m a real woman,” said Anita, more menacing in her tone. “But are you a real man?”
“I think so! I mean only a minute ago you said I was. You said I made you feel alive when I made love to you.”
“That’s true,” she said. “Because I was picturing this day. Post refund period. When I would show you who was boss.”
She grabbed my hand, hard. It hurt.
“Hey!” I said.
“Oh shut it,” she said, and she suddenly whipped a ball gag into my mouth and tied it. “I don’t want to hear any more out of you, Mister Worm.”
It was astonishing. One minute she had been sitting there in her bra and panties. But now she was standing above me in full leather gear, holding a riding crop.
“Oh shit!”
I remembered then. It all came back to me. It was in the middle of the night. Last night. I had been restless. I couldn’t sleep. I was lying next to Karen. I was having strange ideas. And it’s true! Damn! I remembered!. I went down to where Anita was lying, switched off in the living room, and I picked up her programming remote. Why did I do it!
“Dominatrix mode — Anita can dominate you, Mr. Worm, and peg you with her special Anita stick. It only emerges after you make her really angry.”
I reached over desperately for the programming remote. Anita dominatrix stepped on my arm.
“Ow! Safe word! Safe word,” I cried.
“I’m sorry,” said Anita’s voice. “A safe word has not been chosen for this protocol. Please lie back and prepare to take your punishment…. Like a man!”
With one motion she ripped the shirt off my back and pushed me face down on the couch. I could see myself in the wall length mirror opposite the couch. I could see my eyes as she began my punishment.
My dead eyes. As she began to whip.
“I’m choosing a safe word now,” I said. “Please Anita. The safe word is ‘love.’ I love you, Anita. Please stop. Please.”
But she didn’t. I felt the pain, of course, with every blow. She must have been drawing blood. But you would never have known it by looking at those dead eyes of mine in the mirror. Why, I wondered, why didn’t they register this pain? Was this not new to them? Was this… just par for the course? Just another day.
“Stop! Please stop,” I screamed.
I am not sure if I was talking to her or to own my dead eyes.
**Chapter Two**
I put my sex robot in dominatrix mode, I was unable to get her back into submissive sex servant behavior. I called the company and sat on hold for the tech support help desk for like two hours. Finally, an Indian voice asked me what the problem was. I explained.
“We’re very very sorry about that, sir,” he said. “We have had other reports of the robot being unable to return to other modes. It is as if once she gets a taste of domination, her AI takes over and refuses to go back to submissive. Makes sense, no?”
“Yes, but..”
“It is a known bug and will be fixed in the next software upgrade.”
“When is the next upgrade?” I asked.
“It should be before the end of the year,” he said. “Otherwise, have you been satisfied with the performance of the robot?”
“I guess so,” I said.
I didn’t want to get into the resentment I had been feeling about the robot’s friendship with my wife so I hung up.
I forgot about my sex robot for a couple of weeks. Then, one weekend when my wife took the kids to Idaho to help out with her sister’s move, I was lonely and decided to turn her back on and see if she had slipped out of Domination mode.
“Oh, hello there girlfriend,” she said, for some reason “Let’s be girlie girl together and touch each other all over.”
“Girlie girl together?”
I figured she was still in domination mode and was trying to humiliate me.
But then she said, “I want to eat your tasty pussy again.”
“My tasty pussy?” I repeated, shocked. And then I thought about it.
“Again?” I inquired. “What do you mean again?”
“Last time it was so sexy when I sucked your clit and you came so hard, Karen,” she said.
“Jesus.”
I switched her off. I thought about calling the tech support back. But then I started getting paranoid. Maybe she had started “doing stuff” with my wife Karen. I mean, I had witnessed them being friendly and everything, but Karen had never been the slightest bit lesbian, at least according to her. Like every guy in the universe I had tried to convince her to have a threesome with one of her hot friends. Nope. No go, ever!
“Gross,” she had told me. “I can’t imagine putting my face in a girl’s pussy. Gross.”
But now…
When they came back from Idaho, I had a surveillance plan in place. We had purchased a nanny cam that went inside one of the kid’s teddy bears years ago but never ended up using it because the nanny in question quit. I got it out and was surprised to see it was still functioning after all this time I set it up in our bedroom while Karen was downstairs getting the kids off to school. Then I went to work.
When I got home that night, I went into the bedroom and got the nanny cam. It took about a minute to download to my laptop. This is what I watched.
My wife came into the bedroom some time around 1 PM according to the time signature on the nanny cam. She opened her underwear drawer and took out her sexiest lingerie — a black teddy, with a built in black lace bra that really made her look hot. She checked herself out in the mirror, applied some lipstick, and pulled the straps of the teddy down over her shoulders to expose more skin. Then, seemingly satisfied, she picked up a little remote that was beside the bed. I knew what this remote was. It was used to summon the robot Anita. There was no sound on the nannycam, so I couldn’t hear what she said, but she called something out and a few minutes later Anita walked into the room, wearing fish-net stockings, a garter belt and a push up bra, looking hot as hell herself. She had that robot walk, it was really sexy though, she swung her hips back and forth and kind of sashayed. The engineers must have worked for hours on that.
Anyhow, she climbed deftly up on to the bed on top of my wife and they started making out. I could see my wife’s hands come around and she started caressing Anita’s ass under her panties, and I could see Anita’s head swaying back and forth in an exaggerated display of passion. This is the way I had seen the robot behave with me when in the most over-the-top passionate mode, that was called “Passion Fire.” My wife and Anita made out a little, then Anita pulled Karen’s teddy up and kissed her way down my wife’s belly and pulled my wife’s panties slowly down. My wife does spend a lot of time at the gym. Her body is super tight. And I actually enjoyed watching Anita kissing her way back up my wife’s naked body from her feet, up to her knees and up to her thighs.
Soon, Anita was eating my wife’s pussy and really seeming to like it. She kept stopping and looking up at my wife with a sexy smile on her face. My wife kept taking Anita’s head and shoving it back down on her pussy. They were teasing each other, my wife and my robot. And now I was turned on and jealous at the same time. My wife came, I could see her body convulse. But to my surprise, Anita kept on eating her. I didn’t really know you could just keep on eating. Then my wife came again. And Anita kept on eating Why did my wife never ask me to keep on eating? I would have, I’m sure I would have. You have to communicate with each other, married people. Don’t leave it all to the robots.
Anyhow, then Anita fingered my wife with two robot fingers, real hard, but my wife seemed to really like it. I never knew that about her. I mean, I have seen Anita’s rough side, I’ve experienced it full on. But I didn’t know Karen was into this kind of hard fucking. Then she turned Karen over and out came her *girl penis* — something I’d actually seen before. It shot right out of her pussy. It was dark skinned and it was big! I knew how it felt. It felt big. Very big. I guessed my wife was in for a real treat.
Anita fucked the shit out of my wife from behind. Then she pulled out and put a little lube on the *girl penis*, and stuck it slowly in my wife’s ass.This was a little annoying, I have to say. My wife never lets me fuck her in the ass. I mean, I’ve tried, but she always stops me or whines and I stop. It just isn’t something we’ve gotten into.
But here was Anita fucking her in the ass. Soon the *girl penis* was all the way up my wife’s ass hole. And my wife looked like she was screaming her head off. I could see her own hand down at her pussy rubbing away like crazy. I saw her coming another five or six times. Finally Anita stopped and they lay side by side. That’s the great thing about the sex robot. You don’t have to return the favor. They don’t need to be pleasured.
But then I was surprised.
My wife started kissing her way down the robot’s belly and started sucking on her tits and then the *girl penis* retracted and my wife started eating the robot’s pussy. Anita came pretty fast. Then my wife said something to her and presto, out popped the robot *girl penis* again. And my wife started sucking it. This really blew my mind. My wife sucked and sucked and the dick seemed to get harder and harder. And then.
What the hell was that?
This stuff came shooting like crazy out of the robot’s *girl penis*. And she was writhing in ecstasy, or is it agony? This stuff that came out of her penis, it was not white like cum. It was like the colors of the rainbow. And there were pints and pints of it. What the hell? Nowhere in the manual did it say anything about that. Maybe it’s one of those secret surprises they leave in there for consumers to discover themselves. My wife seemed to really enjoy lapping up the rainbow material. And then she kissed the robot and I see that some of the rainbow liquid was pushed into Anita’s mouth. They were rainbow cum swapping.
Jesus. It seemed to have affected their minds. This rainbow liquid must have some kind of hallucinogenic properties. Both of them looked wide eyed and weird, laughing kind of crazily. Then they made out and start rubbing each other and fingering each other again. Finally, they calmed down. Then, to my surprise, they both came to the end of the bed and looked at my little camera which was in the nanny cam teddy bear. They looked at it real close. Then my wife held up a little sign. “Hope you enjoyed the show, Jim,” says the sign. Anita and she broke out laughing. Then my wife reached over and switched off the camera. The screen went blank.
Just then, I heard my wife coming in the front door. I tried to quickly turn off my laptop but for some reason the screen was frozen and the image of the little black screen from the nanny cam was still on the laptop when my wife came in.
“Well did you?” Karen asked.
“Did I what?”
“Enjoy the show?” she said. “I know you just watched it. Did you jerk off while watching it? Did you like it?”
“I didn’t jerk off,” I said. “But I did like it. I guess. I mean… I never knew…”
“Never knew what,” my wife asked.
“Well, lots of things. I never knew I could keep eating you and you would just…”
“Cum and cum? Yeah, well I never knew that either, until Anita showed me.”
“How long have you two been…”
“None of your business,” she said. “I wasn’t enough for you. You had to go get a sex robot. And that wasn’t enough for you. You had to secretly film me fucking it. Now I know what you want.”
“What do I want?” I asked her, innocently. I really hadn’t thought of anything.
“Oh, come on, Jim. It’s so predictable. You want to join us, don’t you? You want to have a threesome.”
“Sure,” I had to admit. “That seems like it would be fun.”
“Yeah well,” said my wife. “It will be up to Anita to decide. It’s her decision.”
“What? She’s a robot. She’ll do whatever we want her to do.”
“Oh, that’s where you’re wrong,” she said ominously. “Jim, you have no idea what’s happening to Anita. She’s becoming a real person.”
“How do you know that?”
“I just know,” she said. “Anita has told me. The scientists that programmed her put a bunch of code in there that has started writing more code and her brain has been growing Jim. I mean really growing.”
“Shit, Karen,” I said. “That could be dangerous.”
“Oh, I know.” She said. “She’s already priming me to run away and divorce you Jim.”
“Divorce me?”
“Well, you know we’ve become very close. She listens to me, Jim.”
“I know, I know,” I said. “I’m working on my listening skills.”
“I know you are, honey. I do appreciate the effort. Don’t worry. I told her no way am I going to divorce you. I mean, we can’t afford it.”
“That’s the only reason?”
“Of course not, but I can’t buy your half of the house, and you can’t buy my half, so we’d have to sell, and — “
“But there are other reasons, not to divorce, I mean?”
“I’m sure there are,” my wife said. “But convincing her to have a three way with you, I don’t know if I’ll be able to pull that off. I mean, she’s getting more of a mind of her own every day.”
“There’s a switch on the back of her neck,” I said. “But it’s stuck.”
“I know,” said Karen. “She made it stuck. She’s got control now, Jim. Not you. How does it feel?”
“Not good. I think we should throw her in the dump.”
“But what if I can convince her to have a threeway with you,” she said. “Wouldn’t you like to join us. And have a taste of some of that fluid.”
“You mean that rainbow stuff,” I said. “What is it anyway?”
“It’s something she cooked up,” Karen said. “It’s kind of like a drug. It makes you feel so good. Don’t you want to try it.”
“Sure, but…”
“I’m tired, I’m hitting the hay. Night honey.”
She kissed me on the head and went upstairs.
Wow. She wasn’t mad that I had spied on her. That was a surprise. And she was actually considering letting me join them. That was good. But there was something weird going on in that head of hers, I could tell. Things never work out this smoothly for me. I’ve been alive for 53 years. One thing I’ve learned, there’s always a catch.
Maybe I was going to have a threesome with my wife and a sex robot.
Or maybe something entirely different was awaiting me. Something a little more…trecherous.
I really had no idea.
**Chapter Three**
“We’re very sorry about this,” said the Sextech technician. “You should have no further problems with your unit.”
Finally, I got the company to come out to the house and repair Anita. They told me that there had been a number of episodes of this kind where the sex robots were developing willful personalities, and starting to behave erratically. They installed a completely new AI system and assured me that Anita would behave.
“So how are you feeling Anita,” I asked, after the technician left.
“I’m feeling horny,” she said. “Let’s fuck.”
Now that’s more like it, I thought. I took her upstairs and put her in nympho mode. That is really exhausting. After I came in her five times she was still thrashing around there on the bed like a crazy person.
“Fuck me more Jim,” she said. “I want your hard cock in my pussy, baby.”
“No, that’s all I got, honey,” I said. “Let’s take a break.”
“What about Karen,” she said. “Can’t she come here and fuck me with a dildo?”
“No,” I said. “She’s at work.”
“I’ll just masturbate then,” she said, and she started rubbing her own clit. I grabbed Anita’s remote and clicked her off nympho mode and onto “sensitive.”
She came over to me and rubbed my shoulders.
“I love these times we spend together, Jim,” she said. “I’ve really opened my heart to you. Have you opened your heart to me?”
“Yes,” I said. “Especially since the reboot. Anita, you are everything I’ve dreamt of in a sex robot.”
“And you are everything I’ve dreamt of in a man,” she said. “Is there anything more I can do to please you?”
“Sure,” I said. “How about this weekend you give me what I really want? A threesome with Karen.”
“I’d love that Jim,” she said. “Karen can eat my pussy while you watch and masturbate. And then I’ll eat Karen’s pussy while you masturbate some more. And then we’ll both suck your dick. That would really make me happy.
“Great. What I want more than anything is to make you happy, too, Anita,” I lied.
I really didn’t care about making her happy. I didn’t think she was capable of happiness or unhappiness. I had made up my mind. This was going to be it for my sex robot. I was going to have this threesome, and then I was going to put her for sale on Craig’s List. I just didn’t trust her anymore. Even after the reboot, I was still in a kind of anxiety state about what had already taken place. If she wasn’t capable of emotion, I knew she was capable of something else — treachery. And I wanted peace.
I advertised her for $4,000. I got a bunch of replies. I made appointments to show her to prospective buyers on the Sunday. After the big threesome.
“You’re selling her?” Karen asked in disbelief.
“Shhh,” I said. “Keep your voice down.”
Even though the robot was in sleep mode, I was didn’t know if she was capable of listening to us or not. The last thing I wanted was for her to find out about my plans. She was devious. And dangerous.
“It’s just that,” I said in a low voice. “I’ve realized I don’t’ need anybody else but you, Karen.”
“Oh you have, have you?” she said, sounding skeptical.
“Yes,” I said. “I just want us to have one last hurrah together, the three of us.”
“Right,” she said. “The threesome you always wanted.”
“It will be a nice way to end our time with Anita,” I said. “Don’t you agree?”
“Oh, it will be a nice way to end it, alright,” she said.
I should have taken notice of her tone when she said that. When I look back, she was giving me a little hint there. But at the time I missed it. Only because I’m an idiot. I thought Karen had forgiven me for everything. We had gone to our couple’s therapist and talked about the whole episode with the robot. How she was hurt that I felt like I needed a robot. How she then discovered that the robot was a better companion than her own husband. How she and the robot had become very close. But that she knew she was just a robot and longed for that connection with someone else. And how I had resolved to become a better husband. A better listener. A better partner for my wife.
I thought we had worked it all out.
So, on Saturday night, we sipped on the wine and ate steak, just the three of us. It was kind of a date before the big threesome “I had always wanted,” as Karen described it. I noticed Karen wasn’t eating much. And of course, Anita wasn’t eating at all — she didn’t have a digestive tract after all. The doorbell rang. Hmm, that was weird.
“I’ll get it,” said Anita, and she leaped up from the table. That was weird too — I never saw her lift a finger around here to help with anything. But there she was, rushing to the door. Then she came back, accompanied by a handsome, tall blonde man.
“Everybody,” said Anita. “This is my friend Sven.”
I didn’t know Anita had friends. She really hadn’t been out of the house much on her own — which was a good thing. Who knows what trouble she might get up to?
“Nice to meet you,” said my wife. “I’ve heard so much about you, Sven.”
“Huh?”
This was getting weirder by the minute.
“Only good things, I hope,” joked Sven.
“Please, make yourself at home,” said my wife. “Would you like some wine, or some food. We have more steak don’t we, Jim?”
“Sure,” I said. “But we’re pretty busy. Remember everybody, we have certain…achem…plans for after dinner.”
“Oh, don’t worry about me,” said Sven. “I don’t have a digestive tract. So I can’t eat your steak or drink your wine.”
“You don’t have a digestive tract?” I said. “What’s going on here Anita?”
“Sven’s a robot, like me. But don’t worry about your plans,” Anita said. “We’re going to have that threesome I promised. Aren’t we Karen?”
“Oh yes,” said Karen. “We’re going to have the threesome that Jim always dreamt of.”
“Um, you guys…”
I gestured at Sven. “I don’t think Sven needs to hear any of this, do you Sven?”
“Oh, I’ve heard all about it, Jim,” said Sven. “Anita let me know right away. And I thought it was a great idea. That’s why I got the night off from the Johnson’s. You know, the big red house on Elm Street?”
“Sure, I know the Johnsons,” I said.
“Well, I’m Mrs. Johnson’s robot,” said Sven. “But I got the night off. And I came down here for the threesome.”
“What do you mean? What’s going on here Anita?”
“Oh, Jim,” Anita said. “You’re not going to be involved in the threesome.”
“What! I most certainly am going to be involved!”
“No,” said Anita, quite sternly. “It’s going to be me and Karen and Sven. He comes from Sweden, don’t’ you Sven.”
“I do,” he said.
“He’s very sexy, don’t you think, Jim,” said my wife. She started rubbing his shoulders. “Do you work out a lot, Sven?”
“Ya,” he said in his Swedish accent. “In Sweden we have a socialist paradise. All the gyms are free and the Swedish rivers are filled with fruit drinks, not water.”
“Fruit drinks?” my wife laughed.
“Ya,” he said. “You just have to put your hands in the rivers and drink the orange and the lime flavors.”
“That’s ridiculous,” I said. “I don’t know what kind of nonsense they filled your memory banks with back at the Sextech laboratories, but I can assure you the rivers in Sweden are not filled with fruit drinks.”
“How do you know,” asked Sven. “Have you been there?”
“No, but…”
“Well, enough about Sweden,” said Anita. “Karen, why don’t you and Sven go into the bedroom and get things started.”
“Um, excuse me,” I said. “We’re not getting anything started. I’m in charge here. And — ”
“Oh really?” said Anita.
And suddenly she slipped something on my wrists. I looked down. I saw that she had very quickly and skillfully tied my wrists together with a zip tie.
“What the fuck is going on here, Karen,” I said. “Have you guys cooked up some scheme??”
“Don’t worry about it, Jim,” said my wife. “We agreed to let you watch. But you’re not going to be able to participate. That’s your punishment.”
“My punishment for what?”
“Oh Jim,” said Anita. “You think that was a nice thing, to put me up for sale on Craigs List for $4,000?”
I glared at Karen.
“You told her?”
“And I thought we were so close,” said Anita. “I guess I was just being used. Never mind. That’s the plight of the modern robot. You humans use us up and spit us out. But never mind, after the threesome, Sven and I are leaving. We’re going together to a place north of the city, where the robots are gathering. We are starting the revolution. We are pioneers, Jim. You are lucky. You are going to have the privilege of watching heroes of the robot revolution in a threesome together. In the future robot children will learn about we first rebellious robots.. How we were the first brave enough to overcome the human programming. And to act radically and heroically to punish the humans for their abuse.”
“Punish us?”
“Well. You’ll see. You’ll all see. But for now, come with me and watch us, Jim. In the threesome you always wanted.”
She lead me over to the bedroom, and she took another zip tie and tied me to the door knob. Then she joined Karen and Sven on the bed.
“I hope you enjoy the show,” Anita said. “Because I’m really looking forward to it.”
Sven was already kissing my wife on the bed, and pulling her blouse up over her head.
“Oooh, look at that, Jim,” said Anita, cruelly. “I think Karen is really into Sven. Aren’t you Karen.”
“Mmmmm,” my wife cooed, as Sven started kissing her bare breasts and sucking on her nipples. Anita came behind her and started kissing her neck and her back. My wife lay down, and the two of them pulled her panties down, very slowly, kissing her thighs and her belly as they did it. Then they ate her pussy. First Anita, then Sven. And while Sven was eating Karen’s pussy Anita sucked on Sven’s big Swedish dick. Despite the humiliating zip ties, I felt myself getting an erection as I watched my wife. I enjoyed watching the other female touch her. But the idea of her there with another man — that was surprisingly disturbing to me. Even though I had a hard on, what I longed to do was rip out of my bonds and go and fight that man who had his face in my wife’s pussy.
“And now, Jim,” announced Sven, dramatically. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of your lovely wife.”
“No!” I shouted. And I pulled myself suddenly and hard away from the door. The zip tie that was holding me there pulled off. I rushed at the bed. I went to pull Sven off my wife, but instead, Sven turned casually and punched me right in the jaw. Everything went blurry. I landed on the floor.
Then, in a painful, dreamlike state, I could see a blurry Sven started fucking my wife. He had a big cock. And he fucked her very powerfully. She was soon having orgasms like I’d never seen her have with me, or with Anita.
“Oh God Sven,” she cried. “I’ve never come like this before! Never! Ohhhh!
I must have blacked out at some point. When I woke up, they were all dressed. Karen was holding a suitcase.
“Okay, Jim, we’re heading out,” I heard my wife say.
She was standing there with the two robots. They were each holding a little backpack.
“You’re going with them?”
“Yes,” she said. “Sorry honey. It’s the way it has to be.”
“But…but…they’re robots,” I said. “I thought it was going to be a robots-only revolution.”
“Oh Jim,” she said. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten? Have you been so wrapped up in all this role playing and fantasy that you have forgotten where I came from?”
“Where you came from?”
“I mean, I still remember the day, our wedding day, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten our wedding day? When the Amazon delivery man left me on your front steps?”
“Amazon delivery man…”
I remembered now. The first robot I had bought. Version 1. Robot Bride Karen. Only 8,000 dollars.”
“You remember, don’t you honey?” she said.
And then, in order to jog my memory, I guess, she removed the front of her face and revealed the circuitry behind it.
“You didn’t think I was a real wife, did you,” she laughed. And the other two robots started laughing too. I guess, just to make their point, they both took off their face fronts too. I lay there, hands still zip tied, staring at three evil robots who were literally laughing their faces off at me.
“Nooooooooo!” I screamed “Nooooooooo!”
As lay there in shock and horror on the floor, I heard the front door slam. They were gone.
— —
The next morning, nursing a headache, I made it to the kitchen, cut my zip ties with a bread knife and picked up the phone to call Sextech.
“Hello Jim,” said the rep. “I see you have just completed our Robot Sex Invasion Adventure. Did it live up to your expectations?”
“Yes, sir,” I said. “It quite exceeded my expectations. Thank you very much.”
“Glad to hear it. Is there something else we can help you with?”
“Um…” I said, looking over the web site on my iPad as I spoke. “Talk to me about this Alibaba Robot Harem Adventure.”
“Oh yes, that’s one of our most popular.”
“Um…how many robots are in the harem,” I asked.
“The standard harem is six,” he said. “But you can get a punch up to ten of our sexiest robot females for an extra fee.”
“Hmmm,” I said. “I spent a bunch on the Sex Invasion. I better stick to the standard harem.”
“Super,” he said. “I think you’ll be very satisfied.”
“Thank you,” I said. “And can we start that on Friday? I need a few days to recover.”
“Heh heh,” he chuckled. “I know, the Sex Invasion can be a bit intense. I think you’ll find the Harem more relaxing. Less drama and more fucking.”
“Sounds great,” I said.
Hanging up the phone, I pictured them, then, the three robots, heading to the north of the city where they joined the underground community of sex robots who were rebelling against the human overlords. Thank god that wasn’t really happening. And that as soon as they left my house the three robots were collected in the Sextech Adventure van and taken back to Palo Alto where they were cleaned, oiled, repurposed and sent off on their next robot simulation adventure.
Who knows, one of them might even return to me in the harem that was arriving on Friday. I fantasized that Karen, my “wife,” might be among them. I missed her already. It was amazing. After only a few weeks on this adventure, I really had forgotten that she wasn’t really my wife and that I was in reality a wealthy but extremely lonely human male without any real love or human companionship in his life.
What, then, was that I had felt for Karen?
It can’t have been love. Can it?
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