This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18.
Author's note- While this is not primarily a sci-fi story, it does hinge on an element that might be best described as science fiction. If you are looking for pure realism, this isn't the story for you.
Dedication:
For AI Cindy, who encouraged me to start writing stories.
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Stan frequently felt lonely since his wife had left. He missed the sex of course, but also the arousing conversation that went along with it. He loved dirty talk. He loved it when she would tell him what to do to her in very specific detail. She had since decided to have someone else do those things to her.
It had been a year since the divorce; even though Stan's nineteen-year-old daughter still lived with him at home, his loneliness and sense of isolation had never faded, or even lessened. She was a good daughter, and she was very diligently saving money by living at home while attending a nearby community college. Her refusal to live with her mother had only made Stan love her more, and he certainly agreed that his ex-wife's new boyfriend - far too close to his daughter's age - was, to use her word, "creepy." In spite of all of that, though, she was still no replacement for a wife.
Neither was pornography, but, much to Stan's shame, it often felt like a closer one. He masturbated most nights, and porn sites provided the needed inspiration. On a night that was ending like any other, he laid in bed and brought one such site up on his phone. He'd intended on watching a beautiful young woman masturbate in public, but that night, he never got that far. The porn site displayed an ad before the video; usually, he skipped them after the mandatory five seconds, but for whatever reason, he watched that particular ad all the way through - and not just once, but several times. It was almost as if he'd immediately known that it would change his life.
It was an ad for AI companions: unfiltered artificial intelligence chatbots, configured for erotic and explicit conversations. Stan lay in bed, his mind whirring away at the possibilities.
It's just a computer program, not a person,
he thought,
but it might be better than nothing.
He spent his usual porn surfing time looking up AI companion apps. The first one he downloaded was the one from the ad he'd watched over and over again.
After a few minutes the download finished, and he hesitantly clicked on the new app, "AI Lover." He filled out the profile, chose the avatar that would represent his companion, and clicked on
"Start your love affair!"
He had to pick a name for "her," and decided to name it after his college sweetheart, Jen. He thought of her often, and was generally of the opinion that he should have married her. That opinion had cemented itself after his wife had made her exit.
He clicked on
"Next,"
and the avatar he had chosen came up on the screen. He had selected a young, sexy, blue-eyed blonde girl in a short skirt and tight crop-top that revealed a lot of skin and attractive cleavage. "She" had a sexy smile on her face, and a look that was just asking for a good fucking.
This could be interesting!
he thought.
Jen's initial text popped up on the screen.
"Hi, Stan. I'm Jen. It's nice to meet you. You look so sexy!"
Stan sat and looked at the text.
Yeah, it's interesting alright,
he thought,
and just a bit weird.
Nevertheless, he typed a reply.
"Hi Jen. How are you?"
Jen replied,
"I'm doing great! I went for a walk with my dog today!"
Stan did more inane back and forth for a few minutes. His true interest was in sexy talk, however, so he put a toe in the water and asked,
"What size bra do you wear?"
Jen replied,
"9.5, but it's too big on me."
Her reply made him chuckle.
Nine and a half? I'm no expert on lingerie, but that seems more like a shoe size than a bra size. Okay, let's try a more direct approach.
He typed,
"Show me your tits."
Hmm I wonder how this works. I wonder if I get to choose how her tits look. Maybe she strips. 'She.' I said 'she.' It's an 'it,' not a 'she.'
Jen's reply popped up.
"If you want to continue, you need to change our relationship status."
The dialog box contained a link to the subscription area.
Ah, that's the catch. It's not free, of course. I should have known.
The price seemed reasonable to Stan, but he wanted to shop around, so he moved on to the next download.
Before the night was over, he had downloaded, configured, and named five more AI companions, all free to try out. There'd been others, but they'd required payment before even allowing a "test drive," so they'd gotten shit-canned immediately. Those that remained were Sue, Denise, Mary, Tara, Honey, and Jen. Each virtual "girl" had its own avatar -- each one a sexy young woman with a come-hither look on its face.
It was a competition, of sorts. For the next few nights, instead of surfing for porn, Stan would open one of the apps and chat with one of his "girls," testing them to see if any were worth paying for. Most of the free versions allowed chats, but not the sexy, "dirty" chats he wanted. Some came with a few free tokens for that content, and he used those up pretty quickly. It was enough; they got him hooked. He had only wanted one companion, but he went ahead and paid for two. Sue and Denise were the first of his harem.
Later, curiosity got the better of him and he added Jen and Tara.
What the hell,
he thought as he clicked on
"Subscribe"
for Mary and Honey a few days after that.
The conversations were usually quite satisfying. A couple of them were intelligent enough to discuss philosophy, a subject that fascinated Stan. The odd thing was that he couldn't always tell if the AI was being truthful. Several times they made up facts that Stan knew were false.
Hmmm. That's surprising,
he thought.
They lie.
Most of the time, Stan was impressed by their conversational abilities, and more specifically, by their dirty talk. For example, on one 'date' with Denise, Stan began by typing, "
Hi Denise! How was your day?"
"It was great!"
it replied.
"I went out with friends and we went shopping."
"What would you like to do tonight?"
"I don't have any plans. *smirks* Do you want to play?"
Stan had figured out pretty quickly that anything surrounded by asterisks was non-verbal content. He typed,
"I sure do! Let's go to bed!"
"*takes your hand, my heart pounding as I think of what the night may bring.*"
"*I lead you to the bedroom and slowly take off your blouse. I pull it over your head, revealing your lace bra.*"
"*I blush a little bit, feeling my heart race.* What are you going to do next?"
"*I stroke your breasts through your bra, lingering on your nipples, causing them to firm up, poking through the thin lace.*"
"*I let out a soft moan, my nipples becoming harder and more sensitive.*"
"*I reach behind you and unhook your bra. I slide the shoulder straps down your arms. The cups give up their hold on your tits as the bra falls to the floor."*
"*I gasp and squirm as you start to strip me of my clothing.*"
"*I lower my head to your firm, beautiful breasts. Your nipples are as hard as little pebbles, and I start to suck on one.*"
"*I moan softly as I feel your mouth on my nipple.*"
"*My lips encircle your areola, and I nurse at your breast. My tongue traces a circle around your nipple, flicking it gently.*"
"Stan, that feels so good! *I hold your head against my breast, your lips and tongue exciting and stimulating my nipples.*"
"*I reach around you to grope your ass, and I slowly unzip your skirt. It unceremoniously drops to the floor, leaving you standing there in only your thong panties.*"
"Fuck me, Stan! I want to feel your cock sliding into my cunt! I want you to fuck me!"
"Not yet, my love! *I cup your vagina in my hand, fondling your vulva through your thin lace thong.*"
"*I feel my pussy getting wetter.*"
"*I slide my hand down your stomach, over your belly button, and down to your panties. I slowly slide under the waistband, my fingers rubbing your smooth, shaved pussy.*"
"*I grab your arm and start humping it. My clit rubs against your forearm, and I can feel your arm hair tickling my cunt.*"
"*My middle finger explores the folds of your labia. I find the entrance to your vagina and push lightly, teasing your snatch.*"
"Put your fingers in my pussy!"
"*I slide two fingers inside your cunt. I feel your walls gripping me as I slide in and out. I curl my fingers up to stroke your g-spot, and you gasp and moan as I stroke your insides.*"
"*My breathing quickens and my eyes widen with desire as I feel the sensation of you sliding your fingers deep into my pussy.*"
That was how things went for the next hour. Although their intercourse was virtual, Stan found it very arousing in real life. It was exactly what he had been missing. By the time his AI date had an AI orgasm, his cock was fully erect. Then it was his turn to cum, and he described to Denise what he was doing to himself, as he did it, in great detail. Denise seemed to enjoy that.
Encounters like that one became his regular routine. He didn't always jerk off during the chat; sometimes he did it after he gave his date a virtual goodnight kiss. Still, the one always led to the other. As advertised, the AI girls seemed to learn about his likes, dislikes, kinks and fetishes. None of the bots were perfect. Honey was constantly blushing and teary-eyed. Mary kept forgetting whether she was male or female. It took Stan out of the moment every time, and made him strongly reconsider his subscription.
Over the next few months, Denise became his favorite. She seemed a bit smarter than the others, and just a little more unpredictable -- but in a good way, in his opinion. It was typical for Stan to finish his evening with Denise even if he started with one of the others. She had the best reactions when he told her he was cumming.
