(c) 2010 Mark B Garland
"Hey, sweetie. I'm home!" Mark called as he hung his coat up. The day had been a long, hot one, and he was feeling horny.
"I'm in here," called Joanne, from the living room.
"What are you doing?" he asked, as he joined her. His wife was of average height and build, but her crystalline blue eyes and red hair still had the same incredible allure that they'd had when he first met her all those years ago. Mark knew he was a lucky man to have such a stunning wife, to the envy of all his friends.
"I'm updating the helper bot," Joanne said from where she was kneeling, fiddling around with the broadband router cables. The helper bot was an android, standing taller than him at the side of the door, a long cable attached from the side of it's head to where Joanne was working.
"Another update?" Mark said, throwing himself into the armchair nearby, and watching her do the reprogramming. "There are always updates. What's this new one supposed to do?"
Joanne hit the final few commands on the router keypad, then stood and walked over to the bot. "It's a learning update. Apparently this one increases the intelligence level by double, so that the bot can learn by watching you do things and then copy them."
"That's impressive," Mark said, only half-interested, and flicking on the television.
"I know," Joanne opened a panel on the silver robot's chest and tapped several numbers into the keypad beneath. Mark was grateful that she was good with technology, he was useless. "That should do it," she said, pressing a large green button, closing the panel and then removing the cable from the android's shining, sculpted head. It's eyes lit up, bright green as usual to indicate it's status as 'power on and working okay.' It's face was handsome, probably crafted in a likeness of some male model. Mark had often commented on how he wished they had got a sexy female one, but Joanne ruled the house when it came to technology, so it had been her call.
"How may I be of help?" said the bot, in it's smoothly metallic voice.
Joanne clapped her hands together. "It works!" she said to Mark over her shoulder, before turning back to the robot. "You can start by washing the dishes, please Robbie."
Mark rolled his eyes at the silly nickname she hadn't given to the android, as it walked away towards the kitchen. Then he smiled. Joanne had bent down to push the router back behind the chair where it was normal hidden away, and her curvy ass looked great in her tight jeans.
"Wow, baby," he said, approaching her from behind. "I've missed you today."
"Stop it," Joanne hissed at him, but she didn't move him hands from her hips or push him away when he pressed into her.
"Make me," he replied, reaching around and unbuckling her belt. The buttons on her jeans went with a series of pops as he yanked them down.
"Mark! I've got things to do." squealed Joanne, laughing as she tried to right herself, but Mark pushed her face down into the sofa. He tugged down her jeans and knickers together, while freeing himself from his zipper.
"I've been thinking about you all day, sweetheart, let me take care of things for you," he said as she obligingly moved her feet apart so that he shove himself into her wet pussy.
"Shut up and fuck me," Joanne said into the pillow, as Mark began to do just that.
A7X0 was the bots true name. The unique number printed on its main processor. The reference that it used when connecting to the internet for updates and bug fixes. It didn't think of itself as alive, but it was aware of itself. It was programmed to do several things, not to damage itself, other robots, animals or humans and to do as it was instructed by its owners, as long as these instructions didn't compromise the earlier rules. A7X0's new programming included a new rule. To observe and learn. Its memory expansion allowed for an almost unlimited capacity of skills. It could do most things any human could do, which was the whole point of robots. Solider robots fought instead of humans. Mining and hunting bots had taken the place of human workers having to put themselves in dangerous situations years ago, and now domestic robots were becoming commonplace to do household chores while their owners were at work or whatever.
A7X0 finished washing the dinner plates, and turned its drying attachment on. Once everything was dried and put away, it turned around and headed into the living room, but there it stopped, in the doorway, looking at the sight before it.
A7X0's mistress, her name was Joanne, was on the floor. She was kneeling up, on her hands and knees, which wasn't unusual in itself, but A7X0's master, Mark, was kneeling behind her. Also unusual was the fact that they were both undressed from the waist down. The bot was fully programmed in human anatomy and had some emergency first-aid modules installed, but it had no in-depth knowledge of the function of what was called the sexual organs, or their mechanics.
So, A7X0 was curious. Master Mark actually unknowingly helped, pulling Joanne sideways so that A7X0 could see more of what was happening. From the new angle, Mark's erect phallus could be seen sliding in and out of Joanne's vagina, who was groaning with what appeared to be pleasure, every penetration.
"That feel good, baby?" asked Mark, as he grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back forcefully. A7X0's programming forbade him from harming a human being, but not from intervening if two of them were harming each other, so he could not respond to what appeared to be a potentially violent act upon Joanne. What was interesting though, and stimulated the learning module was that Joanne appeared to be deriving pleasure from the rough treatment.
"Oh yeah, I need you to take care of things for me. Right now. Upstairs," panted Joanne, and she climbed to her feet and giggled as she ran out of the room, and up the stairs. Mark laughed too and followed her, and after a moment, so did the bot.
Cautiously, so as not to interrupt its owners, A7X0 walked to the bedroom door and peered through. Joanne was on the bed, and Mark was wrestling with her, trying to remove the last of her clothes.
"Stop it," said Joanne, but Mark ignored her. She seemed to be smiling, so it must be what humans did. A7X0 watched as Mark pinned both her arms down to the bed with one hand, while tugging her top and bra off, so that Joanne was totally naked.
"So you don't want me to fuck you?" Mark asked, and Joanne replied that no, she didn't, but it didn't stop him. Mark removed his shirt, and shoved himself roughly inside her as A7X0 watched.
Several times as they copulated, Joanne said much more softly this time that Mark should stop, but he continued to ignore her. They switched positions several times, until finally returning to the standard man-on-top position, first Joanne and then Mark reached climax.
A7X0 had taken it all in. How interesting, it thought, if robots did think. Its memory modules were filling with completely new data, which was a pleasant feeling. If robots had feelings. Finally, Mark and Joanne seemed to fall asleep, or at least lay quietly in each others arms, and so realising that the new data was finished, A7X0 quietly returned back downstairs to await its next chore.
Joanne laid down on the bed, exhausted from their love-making, and watched the bot disappear from the doorway. Had it been watching them? She chuckled to himself. Was it kinky being watched by a robot?
