Author's Note: The sexual preferences of the characters are meant to give depth. They are not meant to imply that any relationship style or sexual orientation is better than any other.
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Mark meandered down the hallway of the east wing of the mansion he shared with his wife Kary. He smiled to himself, just imagining the look on her face when he'd spring his April Fools Day prank. Recently, he had picked up rigs in the opposite gender for both of them to play with.
Rigs were an interesting technology. His business supplied the bio-synthetic components of what was essentially human puppets that you could control remotely. Man, she would be shocked when he walked in on her while fucking someone else.
He had snuck in Zane through the east wing's entrance. It was going to be an epic shock. That is, until he turned the corner.
"Mark!" Kary jumped back clutching her chest upon seeing her husband in the hallway. She had come from the west wing of the mansion.
For his part, Mark was equally shocked. They were heading to their shared bedroom. The very same room where sounds of vigorous sex was taking place. "Uh... what are you doing here?" His eyes tracked between her and the closed door. "You're supposed to be there." He pointed at the room in question.
Placing her hands on her hips, she raised her dark eyebrows. "Me? You're the one that is supposed to be fucking like a machine in there." She reached up and tucked back a dark brunette strand of hair that fell forward.
Mark's shocked expression turned into a sly grin. "You had the exact same April fools trick I had in mind, didn't you?"
"Oh, god yes! Fuck me harder!" cried a woman's voice from the adjacent chamber.
Turning her nose up and away, Kary sniffed. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Mark scoffed. "Oh please." He sauntered over toward her. "As soon as we got those opposite sex control rigs, we were bound to fuck in them." He slipped his arms around his wife in her floral print dress. Crushing her form to him, he bent his head and began nibbling on her exposed neck just the way she liked.
"Mmm," she melted into his embrace. "Well, the thought had crossed my mind."
He chuckled, pulling his lips away so he could whisper in her ear. "Be honest. Once you got in that big hunk of a rig you picked out, you were going to ravish my tight little pussy, weren't you?"
Kary bit her lip as her legs wobbled. She was unable to hide her erect nipples pressing into his light blue polo shirt. "Uh... perhaps."
"Take this fucking cock!" cried a man's voice this time.
The two shared a look then glanced over at the room. Finally, Mark spoke, "My plan was to wait until you had that male rig up and running, then my female rig would come in and seduce you. And when you were thoroughly fucking your brains out, I'd walk in and act all shocked, since you were fucking someone else."
Kary bobbed her head from side to side. "Yeah, that was pretty much my plan as well."
"Fuck! I'm cumming again!" screamed the woman from behind the door.
"So who...?" Kary trailed off, nodding a chin at their bedroom.
"Zane," Mark replied.
At that name, Kary's eyes went wide. "Zane Carter?" her words fell like shards of numb ice.
"Yeah? I don't know any other Zane. Plus, he's been my friend since..." Mark broke off as Kary freed herself from his arms and rushed to the door, opening it enough to peek inside. As she did, the sounds of slapping flesh grew louder along with moans.
"Kary!" Mark rasped catching up to his wife. "What are..."
He was waved to silence by her brusque hand gesture.
Shrugging, Mark peered in. From this angle, he could see a broad male back and buttocks undulating back and forth at the end of their bed. Adjusting his angle, he saw that the man was pumping into a busty redhead who was on all fours on the bed. Fortunately, both were not facing the door, so didn't see the couple spying on them.
Finally, Kary shut the door and backed into Mark. He took a step back to give her some space. He was about to ask what was wrong, but the words got caught in his throat seeing how pale she was.
Wringing her hands, she began muttering, "This is bad, this is bad, oh fuck. Oh fuck."
Reaching up, Mark grabbed her shoulders to steady her. Calming a bit, he asked, "What?"
She jabbed a finger at the door. "That's Kim in there!" her whisper was full of panic.
"Oh fuck!" Mark agreed. "Zane and her absolutely hate each other."
"I know! Neither of them got over losing El and they each blame each other for El leaving." Kary slumped against the wall. "I wish I had never introduced them at the party."
Mark joined her. "Hey, you only introduced Kim to El. I was the one who got Zane involved with El."
Kary pressed her palms to her eyes. "Well, they both fell hard for El and El didn't choose between them."
Mark sighed, "That's because El is pansexual and polyamorous. I don't think El ever got the concept of monogamy."
"Yeah, that's why Kim was going to fuck you. I convinced her that you were safe. You know she's been isolated for the last year and a half?" she scowled at her husband. "Sure, I was going to play a trick on you, but you were also going to be her therapy."
"Right back at you, oh devious one. You know just last week, Zane heard something that sounded like Kim's name and he broke down?" Mark's tone was concerned.
"Really? This is the first time I've heard of it?" Kary's expression was hurt.
"Oh yes! You own that pussy!" Zane's female voice cried out.
Mark shook his head in defeat. "He... wasn't right. He was crying, then yelling, and then back to crying."
Kary's face fell. "I didn't know. He's seemed so happy?"
"Well, you're a big part of that. You're practically the only female company he feels safe around." Mark brushed a hand through his red hair in frustration. "Plus, he kind of begged me not to say anything."
"Oh," was all Kary managed.
The two stood there leaning against the wall staring at the closed door.
"Fuck me Kary!" screamed the woman.
"Your pussy is just so fucking tight, Mark" bellowed the man.
