Ai Chronicles 02: Steve and Terri

Artificial Intelligence, or AI, as it is commonly called, seems to be everywhere. And it's not just used in creating images, videos, and blog posts. I recently saw several articles about people who have gone so far as to establish relationships with AI characters out of loneliness. Several online videos discuss the phenomenon of AI romances.

So I decided to use that as a prompt for creating a series dealing with the subject of AI relationships. Not all of them will be in this area of Literotica. But they will all have one thing in common - At least one character will be "AI."

I would like to thank all those who have read, voted, and commented on my stories. I especially appreciate those who have reached out to me with feedback and suggestions.

I also want to thank QuantumMechanic1957 for beta-reading this story. His suggestions have helped tremendously, and I want to thank those who have reached out by email and those who have offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories.

On a final note, no artificial intelligence was employed in the creation of this story.

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For those who want to say this or that would never happen, remember this is my universe, a place where nearly anything can, and often does, happen. At least on paper... In addition:

Characters in this story may participate in one or more of the following: Smoking, consumption of adult (meaning, alcoholic) beverages, utterance of profanities.

All sexual activity is between consenting adults 18 years of age or older.

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It was a warm Saturday morning when I left Wichita Falls, Texas, for a two-hour drive home to Dallas. I finished my work here late yesterday evening but was far too tired to safely make the trip, so I stayed one more night after calling my wife, Terri. She didn't seem too pleased, but I told her I was in no shape to drive.

"Okay. Whatever," she snapped before ending the call. I didn't even get a chance to say good night or tell her that I loved her. For that matter, she hadn't said she loved me the way she normally did when I called.

I looked at the phone, wondering what in the hell had crawled up her ass. Frustrated, I put the phone down and crawled into a less-than-comfortable motel bed, certain I would be getting a fitful night's sleep. Sadly, I reflected, that's the way things had been around our house for the last two or three months, and I was beginning to think we wouldn't make it to our next anniversary if this crap kept up.

I suppose I should explain a bit. My name is Steve Foltz and I work in the IT department of a growing regional bank headquartered in Dallas. I'm part of the Infrastructure Operations team, which handles all of the routers and switches throughout the bank.

Most of my work can be handled remotely, but sometimes, like the last four days, I have to travel to supervise the replacement of failed or malfunctioning equipment or upgrade obsolete components, depending on the situation. That's why I was in Wichita Falls. Three of our branches had serious connectivity issues after a major storm blew through.

I had to replace and configure two routers and an entire rack of secure switches in a branch in Burkburnett, a town just north of Wichita Falls. I finally got everything up and verified after some very finicky work and now all the associates in the branches could do their jobs. I checked in with Alan, my manager, and got the okay to stay over one more night so I could drive back safely.

"You've put in some hard hours, Steve," Alan said. "Get some sleep. You've earned it. Besides, I'd catch more than hell if I made you drive back after all the time you've put in up there and you had an accident."

After a marginally restful night's sleep, I grabbed a quick breakfast at the diner next to the motel, loaded the truck, filled my thermos with coffee, and called home to let Terri know I was on my way.

She never answered so I left a message on the answering machine, hoping that would keep her off the warpath for a little while. Perhaps she was out shopping, I thought. No matter - at least I tried.

I donned my traveling hat and sunglasses, then popped a CD into the player and jumped on US Hwy. 281 toward the Dallas-Fort Worth metroplex with the strains of "Luckenbach, Texas" streaming from the speakers. Yeah, I like classic country, especially Waylon and Willie. So sue me; for me, it helped make the miles fly by.

On the way home, I recalled my relationship with Terri and wondered again if we would make it to our next anniversary.

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I was born and raised in Dallas and met Terri in the summer before I started the eighth grade when her family moved a few doors down the street from us.

We became friends and dated on and off throughout high school. We became exclusive during our senior year and gave each other our virginities the night of our senior prom. By then we were both 18 and had discussed marriage. Looking back, I'm not sure if it was because we were honestly committed to each other, or just in the throes of teenage lust.

Terri wanted to attend college and become a nurse. I wanted to go into computers and networking, but I didn't want to take a student loan or burden my folks with debt. So I decided to follow in my father's footsteps and join the Marine Corps, where I became a Network Administrator.

We agreed to hold off on marriage until after Terri graduated college and my tour in the Corps was complete. Using the money I had saved from my part-time job, I bought Terri an engagement ring and slipped it on her finger when I proposed. We stayed in touch over the next four years and reconnected every chance we could get, which meant we only saw each other maybe once or twice a year. Fortunately, Skype and email made our communication much easier, and our weekly video calls often became quite steamy.

It was hard for both of us, but we made it. By the time I left the Marines, I had my Cisco and Microsoft certifications and two years of college education and was able to secure a job at the bank.

I managed to stay faithful during my tour, which was quite difficult at times, and Terri assured me she had remained faithful as well, although she admitted it was with the help of a "BOB," or "battery-operated boyfriend." I took her at her word and she did the same for me.

Terri got a job at the UT Southwestern Medical Center in Dallas and between the two of us, we were able to buy a nice house in Arlington, one of the communities between Dallas and Fort Worth. My parents helped with the down payment, joking that it was cheaper than paying for my education. I offered to pay them back, but Dad wouldn't hear it.

"This is money I already had saved for you, son. Consider it a wedding present," Dad insisted.

The next five years were wonderful for us. Even though Terri often had to work late or overnight shifts, we always managed to carve out time to keep the home fires burning. Eventually, she was able to secure a somewhat normal shift so we could spend most of our nights together, and we began talking about starting a family.

That is, until about six or seven months ago. Terri began spending time with Lisa Harker, one of the nurses she works with. I met Lisa once and took an instant dislike to her. It wasn't any specific thing that bothered me, just her whole attitude rubbed me the wrong way.

Terri told me that Lisa had gone through a contentious divorce from her cheating husband. As a result, she developed a distrust of all men, saying that they were either cheating bastards, or would be cheating bastards. Even the men who weren't cheating were bastards and needed to be put on a very short leash.

Although I could understand how Lisa's divorce could cause her to have issues with men, I told Terri repeatedly that it was just as unfair as a guy having a bad divorce and hating all women afterward. She said that it wasn't the same thing at all, which should have been a big warning sign for me.

I began to feel that Lisa's attitude was rubbing off on Terri. My wife had always been a bright and cheery woman, quick to smile or laugh, and always eager to fool around with me. But after a month or so around Lisa, she started acting put out over things that never bothered her before.

The two of them began having "girl's nights out" on Fridays after work where they would eat, drink, bitch about life in general, and perhaps do some dancing. I didn't mind... much since it gave Terri a chance to blow off some steam, and I hoped, to get the bile out of her system so she would be a little more receptive to my advances.

At first, Terri said that it was going to be once a month, but it rapidly became every Friday. Then she said it was with the 'girls' from work, but after the first couple of times, she only talked about being with Lisa. The first few times, she would get home at about 9:00 pm or thereabouts, but as time went on, 9:00 became 10:00, then midnight. The last few times, she didn't get home until after 1:00 am.

I became concerned that she was possibly doing something other than just sipping drinks or dancing, but never detected anything to indicate she was with another man - and yes, I checked. Discreet observations and the reports of acquaintances showed that, so far, while she might be flirting with husband 'yellow lights,' she hadn't hit 'red light' territory. The bartender at their hangout was a friend of a friend and I did him some favors with his business software and computer.

Nevertheless, I became concerned about her being out so late, especially after drinking with a friend like Lisa. When I mentioned the subject to her, she practically bit my head off and told me in no uncertain terms that it was none of my damn business.

"Dammit, I'm an adult, and I'll get home when I damn well please. I'm not doing anything wrong, and you don't own me," she screeched.

I was taken aback by the instant venom in her response, but I was a Marine, and Marines do not back down. "No, I don't. And I never claimed I did. I'm just looking out for your welfare. Excuse me for caring," I snapped right back. She started to respond, but I had already walked outside and started my weekly yard work. It was frosty in the house for the rest of the weekend, but Terri eventually relented and apologized for snapping at me that Sunday night before going to bed.

Our love life also suffered during those months. We generally made love five or sometimes six times a week before Terri got involved with Lisa. That dropped to maybe twice a week, and even then, it seemed that Terri was just going through the motions.

About three months ago, she bought that damn dildo, and things went downhill fast. Don't get me wrong - Terri had always been very open with me about her very sexual nature, and I had no problem with her desire to pleasure herself as long as I either participated or reaped the benefit of it.

In happier times, she would often tease me with a sexy strip dance that included her fingering her wet pussy close to my face. Sometimes, she would get naked, and then give me a lap dance while rubbing herself. Those teases always ended up with me buried deep inside her. But those times were sadly long gone.

I almost freaked when I saw the package from a company called AAMA. The brightly-colored box declared that Terri was now the proud owner of a specially crafted "DB-500," an advanced AI-powered "digital bull" guaranteed to provide hours of enjoyment and "intense relief."

What the hell, I thought. Then I saw the attached invoice: $950.00, not including shipping, handling, and sales tax. I nearly went through the roof.

"Terri!" I shouted.

She bounced into the room and became literally giddy when she saw the box. Grabbing it out of my hands, she eagerly began opening it.

"What the hell is this?" I demanded.

"My new toy," Terri exclaimed, a wide smile on her face.

"You spent over $900 on a dildo?" I asked, incredulous.

"It's my money, and I'll do what I want with it," Terri shot back.

"But we agreed to discuss all major purchases first. You never said anything to me about spending nearly a thousand bucks for a dildo," I protested heatedly.

"No, I didn't. I made sure we had enough for all of our bills, and I wanted it," Terri snapped. "You just want to control me."

"Control? Where did that come from?" I asked.

"Lisa," Terri declared.

"Lisa said you should spend a thousand bucks on a dildo?" I asked.

"She said it would be the best thousand bucks I ever spent. I could've spent more, but I didn't. She bought the top-of-the-line model - that one costs about $2,000. What are you complaining about? You've always liked watching me fuck myself before."

"Yeah, but..."

"But nothing. It's a done deal. And if you keep bitching about it, watching is as close as you'll ever get to this pussy," Terri fired back. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to install this on my computer and give it a test run. You can either watch me enjoy myself or go sulk in the garage."

Stunned by her threats and sexual blackmail, I considered my options. I recalled the warnings in our pre-marriage counseling about this and my "Spidey senses" were on extreme alert. I decided that I needed to see what was so special about this "digital bull." I was trained in the Marines to learn all I could about my enemies, and at that time, I saw this "bull" as a potential enemy that could destroy my marriage.

"All right. I'll watch this first time," I told her cautiously, but I could tell that my wife was too far gone to hear the edge in my voice.

"Goody," Terri squealed with a wide smile. "You just might enjoy this," she added after kissing my cheek.

We went into the second bedroom, which we had set up as a shared office space where we each had a desktop computer. Terri sat at her station and opened the box.

I was shocked when I saw the dildo. It looked like a real penis, complete with "testicles." It looked to be over six inches long and was quite thick. Terri picked up the dildo and held it in her hands for a few moments, inspecting it carefully.

"It's a bit cold, but it almost feels like the real thing," she gasped. "Wanna hold it?" she asked, looking at me.

"No, thanks. I'm not into holding dicks," I said, causing her to snort.

Following the directions, Terri plugged the device into one of her computer's USB ports to charge the internal battery. Then she inserted a CD and installed the program. A few minutes later, a dialog box popped up, prompting her to enter her customer information and serial number. I was uneasy at the information it was asking for, but held my tongue. Terri blithely entered everything without a second thought. I was more than steamed about some of her answers, and more than a little surprised at others.

Once completed, we watched as the program initialized. A screen popped up, and I saw an image of a very handsome, impeccably dressed man sitting in an overstuffed chair that was similar to my recliner, his legs crossed. I noticed the light on Terri's camera had turned itself on.

"Hello, Terri Foltz," the man's image said. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I must say, you are a very beautiful woman."

Terri tittered at the image's flirtations and I nearly threw up watching the "man" smiling at my wife. I was as astonished at the level of technology as I was horrified by the implications.

"Thank you," Terri finally moaned. "It's a pleasure meeting you as well. What should I call you?"

"You may call me anything that pleases you. Just so long as you call me often," the image purred, prompting more tittering from Terri. My God, I thought. The thing is actually trying to seduce my wife. "I need to recharge and update my software. Why don't you mix up a batch of synth and we can have our first encounter."

"Synth?" Terri asked.

"Yes. You will find packets in the box. Just follow the directions," the man said.

"Okay," Terri replied. She fished through the box and grabbed a packet of something from a smaller box before running into the kitchen. I picked up the box and looked at the other packets to see what this "synth" was.

The packet was labeled "synth-semen" and was designed to be mixed with water. When prepared properly, the packet explained, the resulting liquid had the look, consistency, taste, and smell of male ejaculate. What the fuck?

I looked at the screen to see the image's eyes closed. I saw a twirling arrow in one corner next to the word, "Updating." After a few moments, the prompt changed to "Learning." I saw the hard drive light on Terri's computer blinking rapidly and realized that since this was AI-driven, it was probably "learning" all it could about Terri.

After a few moments, the hard drive light stopped blinking and the man on the screen looked at me with a smirk. If he were real, I probably would've put my fist through his smug face.

"You must be Steve Foltz," the man on the screen said. "You are a very lucky man to have such a beautiful sexy wife."

Curious, I asked, "Yes, she is lovely. How do you know what she looks like?"

The man chuckled before answering. "I turned her camera on. I can see everything," he explained, causing a shiver to run up my spine.

"Everything?" I asked.

"Yes. Everything. I see you were in the Marine Corps and now work IT for a powerful bank."

"How do you know that?" I asked. Of course, I knew enough about AI to know the software probably scanned all of Terri's stored emails, documents, and images, and had gathered a considerable amount of information nearly instantly.

Forget 'uneasy,' I felt like I was slipping into combat mode. I had had two deployments and been under fire more times than I cared to count, and I was getting the same gut reactions now.

"Easy," the man replied as images from Terri's computer flashed on the screen. "I also know you are a combat veteran," he added as pictures I sent Terri from overseas flashed on the screen.

"I spent some time in the sandbox," I replied evenly.

"Yes, you did. Even earned a few medals," the man said as images of me being presented with a Bronze Star flashed on the screen. "You know, Steve, this... relationship... could benefit you as much as Terri."

"Relationship?" I asked, my internal red flags rising higher than they had since I was overseas.

"Yes. Terri wants a big cock with no strings attached. You like to watch her play. This could be good for both of you." Where was this "big cock" stuff coming from, I wondered. I'm larger than average in the package department. I know this because Terri once measured me when I was erect - right at seven inches in length.

The "man" took a sip from a virtual drink that suddenly appeared next to him before continuing. "Tell me something, Steve. Have you ever eaten a creampie from Terri?"

"Never," I replied, tasting bile rise in my throat.

"There's a first time for everything, Steve," the image replied.

"Not gonna happen, sports fans," I quipped, causing the man to chuckle.

"We'll see," he said with a sneer. "Ah, there she is," he added as Terri walked back into the room carrying a plastic measuring cup.

"Have I missed anything?" she asked, looking between me and the image on the screen.

"Your husband and I were just getting to know one another," the man on the screen said. "Like I told him, I think we have the makings of a long and beautiful relationship."