Clara has never been much of a lab assistant. The science doesn’t interest her. It’s my hobby, not hers. Still, she agreed to sit for a DNA swab. She let me administer a preliminary brain scan and a neural mapping survey. I made a game of taking her physical measurements, pulling the tape gently across her bust, then to the absolute top of her inseam.
“She’ll look exactly the same, right?” Clara asked.
“Completely identical,” I assured her.
“My age? You’re not creating some 18-year-old version of me, right?”
I kissed her forehead.
“It’s the same process,” I said. “She’ll look just as you look now.”
Clara came by my lab throughout the week to check on my progress. She’d bring me dinner, cast a suspicious eye toward the closed hibernation bath, then sit on my desk and bite her nail.
“Will she be strong?” she asked. “Stronger than me?”
“No,” I said, after considering the question. “She’ll have your muscular makeup, so it should be about the same.”
“What about coquettishness?”
“Coquettishness?”
“I don’t think she should be too flirty. I’m not too flirty, so I don’t think she should be, either.”
“Clara, she won’t be anything. She’s an empty vessel, just a body for you to control.”
“I know.”
“If you’re not coquettish then she won’t be coquettish.”
“I know, I know.”
She started to leave, drumming her fingers against the lid of the bath as she passed.
“We’re not going to name her, right?” Clara said.
“I don’t think so.”
“No, I agree. I see what you meant now, no need to name doubles.”
Clara was clearly apprehensive, so I decided to surprise her one day with a bouquet of purple orchids. They were waiting in a vase on the kitchen table when Clara got home from work. I heard her heels click across the floor and I waited a few moments for her to read my card. It read: All my love—meet me in the lab.
Clara’s new double was lying face-up in the bath when Clara entered. Clara, my beautiful wife, pale in the soft light from the kitchen, so surprisingly timid.
“She’s done?” Clara asked.
“Almost.” I fiddled with a few inputs on my computer and waved her over to me. “Give me a number between one and ten,” I said.
“Seven.”
“Give me a food that starts with M.”
“Mascarpone.”
“Give me the name of your first pet.”
“Lady Bell.”
I ran some last minute scans of the transistor, calibrated the neural interface, addressed any atmospheric static in the biliminal signal, and then the double’s eyes blinked open.
“Done,” I smiled.
But Clara looked a bit dizzy. I took her hands to steady her.
“I’m looking at you and the ceiling at the same time,” Clara said.
“It takes a minute to get used to the extra sensations.”
Clara took a deep breath then smiled.
“What do I do?” she asked.
“Whatever you want!” I laughed.
In a daze, Clara looked around the room for a moment.
“How do I move her?” she asked.
“The same way you move your right and left arm. You just…decide to do it.”
Clara looked at me as if deep in thought. She smiled, looked away, then smiled at me again as I saw her double climb out of the bath.
“I can feel the water,” Clara said. “That’s incredible.”
“You’ll feel a lot more than that,” I said. I lifted Clara’s dress from her shoulders and forced each side down her arms, pulling her against me.
“Harry, you’re so commanding when you’ve had a successful day.” She forced her tongue against mine and backed me against my desk.
“I want you to suck my cock,” I said. I took her breast in my hand and pressed my lips to her neck.
“Yes sir, what else,” she said, ripping the buttons from my shirt and letting it fall to the floor.
“Have you done what I asked yet?” I spanked her through her dress. “Have you sucked my cock?” I lifted her dress and spanked her again,
“No sir, I haven’t sucked your cock yet, sir.” She undid my pants.
“Then don’t ask for more instructions yet.” I grabbed her dress with both hands, bunched as it was around her hips, and used it to pull Clara against me. She wiggled, grinned, and as she took my cock in her hand, I noticed her double standing still by the wall.
“Darling,” I said. “Are you going to…”
“Hmm?”
“She’s ready, just to be clear. Totally ready.”
“Oh, I know. I just don’t really need her right now.” She kissed me and stroked my cock, hand over hand. “Sir.”
“Oh,” I said. “Well, for the sake of the experiment. Best to incorporate your new body.” I kissed her back, still gripping her by the dress around her waist.
“You just have fewer…accessories.” She kissed my neck then moved back to my mouth. “You have your cock. I love your cock,” she said, enthusiastically stroking it with both hands. “Your big, strong, strapping cock. But I’m taking care of it already?” Suddenly realizing a new opportunity, she moved one hand to cup my balls as she stroked.
“Maybe I could make it an order?”
Clara shrugged and nodded, and I told her that I wanted both her and her double to suck my cock at once.
My wife got down on her knees, glancing up at me through a few strands of hair hanging across her forehead. Then her double sat on her knees next to her, her wet hair pulled straight back. I watched my wife’s breast brush innocently against the breast of her double.
Clara held my cock between her two faces, began to touch it to her lips, then stopped.
“How should I…you want me…us, to suck you at the same time?” She looked a bit perplexed.
“Well, not suck, per se. Just use both your mouths.”
“It’s not like there’s two ends.”
“Side to side, though. Like playing two sides of a harmonica.”
Clara positioned herselves and gently pressed both sets of lips against my cock. She moved side to side, caressing every inch and occasionally slipping her tongue along my shaft. She glanced up at me, her two sets of doe eyes.
“Like this?” my wife asked. “Like this, sir?” she asked through her double. I moaned and nodded.
After a few moments, Clara began to wrap her lips around the tip. She’d tease me there, then move back to the side, but eventually make her way back to the tip. She held her breasts in her palms as she took more of me into her mouth and I tilted my head back as she began to suck.
But then I realized that the double was sidelined again.
“Darling,” I panted. “If the experiment is going to work, we really have to include your double.”
Clara drew her head back and stroked me with her hand.
“Oh, sorry. How should…”
“You could take turns,” I suggested.
Clara nodded, but didn’t seem convinced.
“But still one mouth at a time?” she asked.
“It’s worth a shot,” I said.
Clara took me into her mouth for a few wonderful moments, then passed my cock to her double, who did the same. They did this for a few minutes, alternating between their identical mouths, but soon Clara found her own rhythm and began sucking faster, more vigorously. Her double was again unoccupied.
“Darling,” I nudged her.
“Sorry, sorry,” she said. “I just don’t have a job for her right now.” Clara thought for a moment, still stroking me. “Do you want her to play with your asshole?”
“No, not exactly,” I said, alarmed.
“I’m sorry, I think I just don’t understand the point of a threesome with two women.”
I reached over to pull the double to her feet. I pulled her in for a deep kiss, held her bare chest against mine, and used my other hand to guide Clara’s mouth back to my cock. I felt her moan through both mouths. I felt the double’s wet pussy against my hip. I knew I couldn’t last much longer.
“I’m going to cum,” I moaned.
“Cum, sir.”
“I’m going to cum.”
“Yes, sir. Cum, sir.”
I lowered the double to her knees and took my cock in my hand.
“I want to cum all over your beautiful tits.”
“All four?”
I nodded, unable to speak.
“Oh,” Clara hesitated. “Well I thought, as long as we have the double…”
“Baby, hurry, please.”
“I wasn’t going to shower tonight. I thought you could finish on her.”
“The experiment, please baby, the experiment.”
Clara nodded. Of course, of course. She and her double wrapped their arms around each other for a tight hug, their ample breasts rising between them. They looked up at me chastley—one might even say coquettishly—and let my cum drip down their identical cleavage.