Cammie The Unlikely Sexbot Ch 04

Edwin Smith was happy to have his wife back, especially twenty pounds lighter and dressing like she gave damn. He could do without her new attitude though. Also her increased horniness made him suspect she was not entirely faithful during her stay at Wise Automation. Still, it was nice having someone to cook and clean again. Monique, the femme-borg the company lent him while Cammie was away, said it wasn't designed to do domestic work and threatened to shut down when he tried to make it.

Cammie was pissed about the borg, of course, and wouldn't let him keep it, even after he explained that it would gladly do the things in bed that she wouldn't. When he suggested they at least have a threesome before sending it back, her response was unreasonable. He forgot how nice it was to not have someone constantly bickering with him. On the bright side, having the bank account flush with cash gave her less to bitch about. And when she did get mad about whatever he could always hop into his new Mustang and go cruising up by the college.

Then that snooty Carter Wise came out for another visit. Last time the slimy bastard visited, he acted so superior because he had money and Edwin didn't. Well, Edwin had money too, now, so... so there. Cammie got all gussied up for him, of course. Obviously, he was the one she was screwing while she was there. He should have known, the way he kept staring at Cammie's tits during his first visit. He never should have let her go with him. But, thinking about the number of commas in his bank balance, it was for the best.

"The early numbers are promising," Carter said, lighting up one of his cigarettes and blowing a cloud of smoke into the rafters of the L'Amour steakhouse. "Looks like the gamble is going to pay off and make us rich. Or... richer."

"Well, that's good news. Isn't it, Eddie?" Cammie gushed at him. "Glad I didn't go through all that for nothing."

"Yeah, good news," Edwin replied. He wished this milktoast douchebag would put a firm number on the payout and a firm date on when the checks would start coming in.

"So, ah, before you left us, Ms Smith, we discussed the possibility of a documentary film about the making of Cammie, the unlikely femme-borg model."

Cammie smiled brightly and nodded, "And I said I wasn't interested. I'm sorry, Mr Wise, but the answer is still no."

"Yes, well, that is why I'm prepared to double my offer. The board has authorized me to offer an advance of ten million dollars."

"Ten! Ten million dollars?" Edwin felt like the floor was dropping out from under him.

"That's ten million guaranteed. Could be much more than that with residual payments."

Ten million dollars. Cammie's fat ass brought in a million dollars so far. Now this asshole was offering ten times that amount, for no additional effort!

"Wait a minute," he said, turning to his wife. "Is he saying you turned down five million?"

Cammie got that haughty look on her face. "I said no to five million and I say no to ten."

"Are you... are you fucking kidding me?"

Cammie started to reply but her 'boyfriend' butted in.

"Mr Smith, no need to get upset. The offer doesn't expire so the decision need not be final. Who knows? In a couple of years, ten million dollars might seem insignificant to you."

Edwin opened his mouth to tell him where to put it but held his tongue. He recognized that this was a honey and vinegar moment. So he put on a smile and played along for the rest of the evening, all the while thinking about how he would get his hands on that ten million. He smiled and smiled at his wife, all the while thinking what an obstinate fat cow she was.

He waited a while before broaching the subject again. "Say, hun. Have you given any thought to Mr Wise's offer?"

Cammie looked at him like he was an animal in the zoo. "I thought I was clear on that. Not going to happen. No changing my mind."

"I don't understand why you're being so stubborn about it. I... I mean that Carter and his organization seem to really need your cooperation on this." He knew she wouldn't do it for him. Maybe she would do it for her loverboy. "They've done so much for you already. Don't you think you owe them something in return?"

And there it was, that flash of unreasonable anger. "I appreciate everything, Eddie. But I've given them plenty. You have no idea."

Yeah, Edwin had some idea. "That's the thing, though, babe. You've already given them what they need. All that's left to give is your permission."

Cammie talked to him slowly and haltingly, as if he was a child. "The footage they have, babe, is amazingly intrusive, impossible to express how personal it is. They filmed my... my naked body. They questioned me about the most intimate details of my life. It was more embarrassing than I can explain. To share that with the world? Humiliating. Beyond humiliating."

Edwin decided to play the sympathy card. "Is it more embarrassing than what I'm going through?"

"What... you're going through?" Cammie looked confused. "What exactly are you going through?"

"I'm the one whose wife has been turned into a glorified sex doll."

"A... glorified..."

"Yeah, I'm walking down the street and anyone I see might have a carbon copy of you waiting for him to come home and do whatever he wants. I'm just dreading the day one of my friends says something like 'Hey, Edwin, I fucked your wife so hard last night she threatened to shut down.' or 'Hey, Edwin, I didn't know your wife could suck dick like a machine.'"

She gave him the phoniest smile and nodded her head. "Well, you poor thing. I didn't know you had it so rough. Let me help you out. For starters, it's not me they're fucking. It's the glorified sex doll that looks like me. As for your friends, I don't think any of them can afford a femme-borg so I think you're safe in that respect."

"Are you saying my friends aren't good enough for you?"

Cammie shook her head and looked down at her lap. "That's not what I'm saying at all. Sorry I mentioned it. But you had to know they were going to turn me into a sexbot. If it was going to bother you so much, why did you submit my application?"

The words came out of Edwin's mouth before he could stop them. "Because I never thought they would pick you."

She looked at him with narrowed eyebrows and piercing eyes. "That... that doesn't make sense."

"You don't make sense!" He shouted defensively and stormed out of the room.

Edwin grabbed his keys and headed to the garage. He had to get out of there before he was forced to tell her about the thousand-dollar bonus for accepted applications. Then he would have to tell her what he spent the money on. He needed just a little time to come up with something plausible. He saw her gawking at him from the front door as he swung out in the street. With a roar and the squeal of tires he was gone.

She wouldn't talk to him for a week. When he felt like she was ready to make up he gave her an apology and asked her out on a date. She was ready to make up and hopefully she was ready for some make-up sex.

He took her out to an expensive restaurant. Why not? He could afford it. She looked spectacular, he had to admit, and so much in her element. She didn't use to enjoy places like this. She didn't like being served or fussed over. The occasional take-out food was her favorite treat. That way she didn't have to cook and didn't have to do the dishes.

Now here she was, surrounded by elegance, smiling and chatting at her ease, while the wait staff fawned over her like she was a beloved celebrity. Did they know? They couldn't know. How could they?

As they waited for their server to return with his credit card, Edwin pointed out a can of Reddi-Wip that was left out at the end of the bar.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" He said and Cammie's eyes lit up.

Edwin scooped up the can as they walked by and slipped it into his jacket. Cammie was all over him in the parking garage and in the car as he raced to get her home. They left a trail of clothing from the garage to the bedroom. She sat on the side of the bed and, unbelievably excited, he squirted some whip into her mouth and shared a sweet foamy kiss with her.

She leaned back on her arms and he put a dab of whip on each of her erect nipples. It was too bad that her chest was the first thing to shrink when she lost weight. But he was too horny to dwell on that right now. He sucked and licked the cream off of her tits and licked a dab out from between them for good measure. He sprayed a line of whip down her belly and piled it up between her legs.

She lay back while he licked his way down and she held her legs by her knees as he knelt and licked sweet cream off her pussy. It was too bad that she was letting her pubes grow back. This would be a lot more fun if she was as bare as when she came home from the factory. Oh well, women. He would just have to work harder to lick her snatch clean.

While he licked and sucked at her he touched his index finger to her bunghole and pressed. She squirmed and groaned at first but let him penetrate her and finger her ass while he ate her out. She seemed looser back there than he remembered. Did that fucking bastard Carter Wise get her ass? Probably, the slut. Been a while since he had the pleasure.

Well, she liked what he was doing and gave up a wet and noisy orgasm. She rolled over and he sprayed a line of whip down his erect penis. Happily, she got on all fours and started licking and sucking his dick. After she licked up the cream, to his utter delight she engulfed his entire dick with her mouth and choked herself on the head of it. Three times she managed to take him all the way down to the root. Damn! They'd have to talk more about that. But right now he needed to fuck.

She turned around and he climbed up on the bed behind her. His cock sank into her and he began blissfully pounding her from behind. He gave her another shot of whip in her mouth and she twisted around to share another kiss with him. He put a dab on each of her shoulders and she arched her back so he could lick them off. He sprayed some on his hand and rubbed it on her swinging tits so she could lick it off of herself.

They fucked and licked and Edwin was having a fine time of it. But negative thoughts kept intruding in his head. He felt like she abandoned him by going off to Wise for nine weeks. He couldn't shake his resentment of her snooty attitude since her return. And her and Carter Wise... was he just being paranoid?

He slowed down to a stop and pulled out of her. She looked back at him over her shoulder. He made a line of Reddi-wip down her spine to the top of her butt crack. Taking his time, he licked up the sweet cream until his tongue was delving practically between her cheeks.

"Oh my goodness," she said in a sing-song voice, arching her back further as if she expected him to lick her butthole or something. Um, no thanks.

He took a moment to admire her little pink butthole, not as little as he remembered, and to steel his resolve. Then, with a quick thrust he jabbed the nozzle of the spray can into her anus and simultaneously hit the trigger. She lurched forward but he followed her down so the crack of her ass was filled with cream as was her anus itself.

She started to roll over but he pounced on her, pinning her shoulders with his hands and her thighs with his knees. While she struggled beneath him his cock sought out her bung in the sticky foam. She groaned in complaint as he penetrated her, slowly but surely. And when he was deep inside her she went quiet and still. Taking this for consent, he fucked her ass until he added his own cream to the mess inside her.

She wouldn't look at him when she rolled to her side.

"You are not supposed to do it like that, Eddie," she said in a quiet voice. Not so proud now, was she.

"We've done it like that lots of times," he replied. "First time using Reddi-wip for lube, though."

She sighed heavily. "Didn't someone from Wise talk to you about how to make it better for both of us?"

Edwin stood at the foot of the bed, wiping his dick with an old t-shirt. "I don't need some company asshole telling me how to make love to my wife."

She rested her face in the crook of her elbow. "That wasn't making love, Eddie. I don't think you love me. I don't think you ever loved me."

Wow, just wow. Edwin figured this would be a good time to apologize. "Look, Cams, I'm sorry. Let's cool it down a little, get cleaned up, then we can talk if you want."

He turned on the shower and waited for the hot water before hopping in. As he languidly washed the sticky whip and his wife's ass off his cock he thought, 'Yeah, that was good. I'm glad I did that.'

He emerged from the shower and Cammie wasn't waiting for her turn. She wasn't in the bedroom. He put on sweatpants and walked around the house. She wasn't there. He looked in the garage and her Honda Civic was gone. Oh well, she'd come back. Couldn't be much fun driving around with dessert topping and jism leaking out of her ass.

And if she didn't come back? Well, maybe Wise Automation still had his Monique femme-borg in stock. Or maybe he'd rather have a model that wasn't always threatening to shut down. He wondered if he could order a Cammie femme-borg with a slim build but with big tits like when she was fat. Oh yeah, that would be a license to print money.

He stepped out the front door and looked both ways down the street. No sign of her Honda Civic. Oh well, she'd come back.