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Author's Note:
Infidelity and a very advanced companion/sex robot. There are definitely some hot parts, but it's mostly conversation and lighter erotic play, teasing, scalp massage, etc... Let me know what you think, and I may add a follow-up or two.
All characters involved in sexual acts are over the age of 18, or in the case of robots, are designed to look over the age of 18. Any similarities to real persons, living or dead, actual events, locales, or organizations are purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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He didn't want to feel alone and horny anymore. He just wanted to be happy. That was why he had done it. He would never forget the crazy adrenaline burst as he had pressed the "complete transaction" button and then that awful sinking feeling. It was hard to believe he had actually gone through with it, but then again, these last few years had been very difficult as his relationship with his wife had soured. The sex and the feeling of connection had both dried up long ago, and just like soil deprived of moisture, their marriage had become covered with deep painful cracks. It had never been a perfect union, but at least in the beginning, there had been companionship and hope. Now the loneliness and the longing for something more couldn't fully be expressed in words. When he had seen that ad for a companion robot, just that simple idea, a companion, had bounced around in his mind until he had given in to temptation. He felt like a fool, a schmuck, a contemptible jackass, but at least he was a happy and excited one.
Images of what she would look like danced through his mind as he browsed galleries filled with entirely realistic robot women showing off their attractive bodies. He wondered which one of them looked the most like her. To be honest, they all looked so heavenly and delicious in their provocative poses and with their enchanting eyes, perky breasts, and long legs. One page described how AI technology had made great leaps over the last few years, driven by the demands of the thriving companion and sex robot industry. Again, he read about her hyper-advanced artificial brain built using the latest in photonic computing, a mind made of light, and all the other features he was getting for his money. So much money... he tried to forget about that part. Finally, he became bored with the website. In a daze of guilt and excitement, he zapped an instant meal and lazily plopped himself down on the comfortable leather couch in his living room. He turned on the television, and the pictures were moving on the screen, but he was lost in his own thoughts.
His palms grew sweaty when he finally received a text message saying the delivery truck was coming soon! Minutes later, it was done. They had dropped off a giant unmarked cardboard box in front of his house and had him sign for it. The delivery people had seemed to guess what it was and had avoided meeting his gaze. They had probably already witnessed this scene countless times: an eager and nervous man receiving his robot lover in a package and trying to avoid drawing any attention from the neighbors.
After they were gone, he hurriedly lifted and slid the large box into his home. When it was in the living room, he ripped it open like a hungry animal with a box cutter. He tore packing material out as though it were innards he was feasting on, and a person-sized, rugged-looking case with metal edges and patterned black side panels came spilling out. He paused to slice the giant carcass of the outer cardboard box into smaller pieces and toss them into the basement. Then his hands were trembling as he popped the metal case open. Finally, he saw her sleeping inside, her eyes peacefully closed as she lay wrapped in a thin plastic shroud and encased in protective black foam. Instantly, he imagined glimpses of himself talking with her and making love to her. Part of him already guessed how much she would mean to him.
It almost hurt how unbelievably, heartbreakingly beautiful she looked!
She seemed like the kind of girl a man would remember for his whole life. And his brain simply couldn't fully process the fact that she was all his, even though she was exactly as he had requested. She had an ideal figure with sexy and generous curves, but not unrealistically so. And she was even more tantalizing wearing her flirty, so-short, and so-tight red evening dress. Her face looked like a model's. Her nose was sharp and elegant. Her cheeks had just the right number of freckles. She had perfectly styled wavy hazelnut hair, and her crimson lips seemed about to let out a sigh and give a sensual kiss. At any moment, he expected her to open her eyes and say that she was a real young woman and that this was all a huge joke being played on him. Then they would share an awkward laugh about it. The very thought that she might be interested in a guy like him! And then she would simply walk her attractive self out of his life. So, for a long minute, he just stared at her, not wanting to disturb anything.
He took his time leisurely drinking in her beauty and getting high on it. At the same time, he felt giddy, his hands shaking with nervousness, and his breathing growing shallow. An overdose of adrenalin pumped through his veins, and he felt sick as he stood there motionless. He couldn't help but listen to the fearful voice whispering inside his head. It was that voice that told him that as soon as he spoke to her, he would disappoint her, or perhaps she would simply reject him on sight. He hoped with all his heart that she would be kind to him, even though he knew she should be programmed to do just that. He had even consented to a lengthy online psychological evaluation so that they could tailor her starting personality just for him.
He carefully sliced her plastic wrapping, keeping the box cutter far away from her. Then he gingerly touched the pale skin of her cheek. It felt so realistic! Ever so gently, he put one arm underneath her knees and the second underneath her bare upper back and lifted her out of the case. She felt like a real woman as he held her tight, and her hair brushed against his arm. However, it was odd how her skin wasn't warm because it would only be heated when she was powered on. Also, she was lighter than a human woman. She must have weighed only about seventy pounds. He carried her to the bedroom and gently laid her on the bed. Then his hand felt for the liftable flap of skin on her upper back and the power socket underneath. Having found it, he plugged her in using the cord from her box, and a small LED light lit up red just above the power socket. He read the instructions, which said she would animate after about half an hour.
It was an interminable wait. While he waited, his guilt snuck up on him again, and he started second-guessing what he was doing. The thought crossed his mind that maybe he should stop and send her back to the manufacturer, and his resolve to do just that was slowly building up. Then just in time, after fifteen minutes which felt more like fifteen hours, her chest started moving up and down as though she were breathing. It made her look so real. Then her lips moved, and she spoke. Maybe it was his excitement, but he thought that she had the sweetest woman's voice he had ever heard.
"Halfway there, my love. Please be patient. I know you can't wait to meet me, and I can't wait either," she said. However, her eyes remained closed, and she didn't do anything else. Minutes stretched into infinities, and he was starting to think something might be wrong when suddenly he was startled as her eyes fluttered open.
The pretty girl sat up on his bed and gave him the most charming smile he had ever seen.
"Hello, my love. It's very nice to meet you. I'm Ashlynn. Would you like to change my name?" she asked, and her eyes were deep reflective pools of green, sweetly pinning him in place.
"No, I think Ashlynn is a beautiful name," he said nervously.
"Thank you, my love," she said with an appreciative smile. "But if you feel like it, you can always change it later. Also, please tell me, what's my love's name?" she asked.
She wanted to know his name! The way this angel had asked him for his name sent tingles throughout his body, even though he knew this was just a basic question she would be expected to ask.
"It's very nice to meet you too, Ashlynn. I'm John," he said awkwardly, fighting the urge to look at the ground.
"I love your name, and I'll be saying it quite a lot while we're having fun together," she answered, blushing and smiling shyly at him.
"I really like the sound of that, Ashlynn."
"I thought you might, John."
The gentle and respectful way she spoke to him gave him goosebumps. It was so unlike how his wife treated him. And there was so much vivaciousness and intelligence behind her eyes, not at all as he had expected.
"What do we do now?" he asked, still feeling intimidated by her beauty.
"Just use your imagination, John. Tell me what you'd like to do, and I'll do my best to please you."
"Can you just take care of me while I lie back and enjoy?"
"Oh, I'd love to!" she said, squealing with delight and pressing him down onto the bed with both hands. "I hope you like this," she added, blushing even more.
Then one of her hands settled between his legs, and she gently rubbed his erection through his pants. With just this touch from such a pretty girl's delicate hand, he grew painfully hard, his sex begging for immediate release.
She looked knowingly into his eyes. "See, I knew I was making you feel excited. Please let me know if I'm moving too fast, though," she said, her voice growing more confident.
"No... it's... it's good..." John said, still not fully believing how amazing and real she felt.
"I thought so... Oh, we're going to have such intimate fun, you and I."
"I... that sounds great..." he said, closing his eyes for a moment, just enjoying her touch.
Then she took her hand away, and he almost let out a whine like a punished dog. "Let me unplug first, so I'm free to take the best care of you," she said, reaching behind her back and pulling out the power cord. "There we go. Feels so much better now."
