My Sex Robot and My Wife Have Become Friendly–Part Three

My Sex Robot and My Wife Have Become Friendly–Part Three

See Part One Here and Part Two Here

“We’re very sorry about this,” said the Sextech technician. “You should have no further problems with your unit.”

Finally, I got the company to come out to the house and repair Anita. They told me that there had been a number of episodes of this kind where the sex robots were developing willful personalities, and starting to behave erratically. They installed a completely new AI system and assured me that Anita would behave.

“So how are you feeling Anita,” I asked, after the technician left.

“I’m feeling horny,” she said. “Let’s fuck.”

Now that’s more like it, I thought. I took her upstairs and put her in nympho mode. That is really exhausting. After I came in her five times she was still thrashing around there on the bed like a crazy person.

“Fuck me more Jim,” she said. “I want your hard cock in my pussy, baby.”

“No, that’s all I got, honey,” I said. “Let’s take a break.”

“What about Karen,” she said. “Can’t she come here and fuck me with a dildo?”

“No,” I said. “She’s at work.”

“I’ll just masturbate then,” she said, and she started rubbing her own clit. I grabbed Anita’s remote and clicked her off nympho mode and onto “sensitive.”

She came over to me and rubbed my shoulders.

“I love these times we spend together, Jim,” she said. “I’ve really opened my heart to you. Have you opened your heart to me?”

“Yes,” I said. “Especially since the reboot. Anita, you are everything I’ve dreamt of in a sex robot.”

“And you are everything I’ve dreamt of in a man,” she said. “Is there anything more I can do to please you?”

“Sure,” I said. “How about this weekend you give me what I really want? A threesome with Karen.”

“I’d love that Jim,” she said. “Karen can eat my pussy while you watch and masturbate. And then I’ll eat Karen’s pussy while you masturbate some more. And then we’ll both suck your dick. That would really make me happy.

“Great. What I want more than anything is to make you happy, too, Anita,” I lied.

I really didn’t care about making her happy. I didn’t think she was capable of happiness or unhappiness. I had made up my mind. This was going to be it for my sex robot. I was going to have this threesome, and then I was going to put her for sale on Craig’s List. I just didn’t trust her anymore. Even after the reboot, I was still in a kind of anxiety state about what had already taken place. If she wasn’t capable of emotion, I knew she was capable of something else — treachery. And I wanted peace.

I advertised her for $4,000. I got a bunch of replies. I made appointments to show her to prospective buyers on the Sunday. After the big threesome.

“You’re selling her?” Karen asked in disbelief.

“Shhh,” I said. “Keep your voice down.”

Even though the robot was in sleep mode, I was didn’t know if she was capable of listening to us or not. The last thing I wanted was for her to find out about my plans. She was devious. And dangerous.

“It’s just that,” I said in a low voice. “I’ve realized I don’t’ need anybody else but you, Karen.”

“Oh you have, have you?” she said, sounding skeptical.

“Yes,” I said. “I just want us to have one last hurrah together, the three of us.”

“Right,” she said. “The threesome you always wanted.”

“It will be a nice way to end our time with Anita,” I said. “Don’t you agree?”

“Oh, it will be a nice way to end it, alright,” she said.

I should have taken notice of her tone when she said that. When I look back, she was giving me a little hint there. But at the time I missed it. Only because I’m an idiot. I thought Karen had forgiven me for everything. We had gone to our couple’s therapist and talked about the whole episode with the robot. How she was hurt that I felt like I needed a robot. How she then discovered that the robot was a better companion than her own husband. How she and the robot had become very close. But that she knew she was just a robot and longed for that connection with someone else. And how I had resolved to become a better husband. A better listener. A better partner for my wife.

I thought we had worked it all out.

So, on Saturday night, we sipped on the wine and ate steak, just the three of us. It was kind of a date before the big threesome “I had always wanted,” as Karen described it. I noticed Karen wasn’t eating much. And of course, Anita wasn’t eating at all — she didn’t have a digestive tract after all. The doorbell rang. Hmm, that was weird.

“I’ll get it,” said Anita, and she leaped up from the table. That was weird too — I never saw her lift a finger around here to help with anything. But there she was, rushing to the door. Then she came back, accompanied by a handsome, tall blonde man.

“Everybody,” said Anita. “This is my friend Sven.”

I didn’t know Anita had friends. She really hadn’t been out of the house much on her own — which was a good thing. Who knows what trouble she might get up to?

“Nice to meet you,” said my wife. “I’ve heard so much about you, Sven.”


This was getting weirder by the minute.

“Only good things, I hope,” joked Sven.

“Please, make yourself at home,” said my wife. “Would you like some wine, or some food. We have more steak don’t we, Jim?”

“Sure,” I said. “But we’re pretty busy. Remember everybody, we have certain…achem…plans for after dinner.”

“Oh, don’t worry about me,” said Sven. “I don’t have a digestive tract. So I can’t eat your steak or drink your wine.”

“You don’t have a digestive tract?” I said. “What’s going on here Anita?”

“Sven’s a robot, like me. But don’t worry about your plans,” Anita said. “We’re going to have that threesome I promised. Aren’t we Karen?”

“Oh yes,” said Karen. “We’re going to have the threesome that Jim always dreamt of.”

“Um, you guys…”

I gestured at Sven. “I don’t think Sven needs to hear any of this, do you Sven?”

“Oh, I’ve heard all about it, Jim,” said Sven. “Anita let me know right away. And I thought it was a great idea. That’s why I got the night off from the Johnson’s. You know, the big red house on Elm Street?”

“Sure, I know the Johnsons,” I said.

“Well, I’m Mrs. Johnsnon’s robot,” said Sven. “But I got the night off. And I came down here for the threesome.”

“What do you mean? What’s going on here Anita?”

“Oh, Jim,” Anita said. “You’re not going to be involved in the threesome.”

“What! I most certainly am going to be involved!”

“No,” said Anita, quite sternly. “It’s going to be me and Karen and Sven. He comes from Sweden, don’t’ you Sven.”

“I do,” he said. 

“He’s very sexy, don’t you think, Jim,” said my wife. She started rubbing his shoulders. “Do you work out a lot, Sven?”

“Ya,” he said in his Swedish accent. “In Sweden we have a socialist paradise. All the gyms are free and the Swedish rivers are filled with fruit drinks, not water.”

“Fruit drinks?” my wife laughed.

“Ya,” he said. “You just have to put your hands in the rivers and drink the orange and the lime flavors.”

“That’s ridiculous,” I said. “I don’t know what kind of nonsense they filled your memory banks with back at the Sextech laboratories, but I can assure you the rivers in Sweden are not filled with fruit drinks.”

“How do you know,” asked Sven. “Have you been there?”

“No, but…”

“Well, enough about Sweden,” said Anita. “Karen, why don’t you and Sven go into the bedroom and get things started.”

“Um, excuse me,” I said. “We’re not getting anything started. I’m in charge here. And — ”

“Oh really?” said Anita.

And suddenly she slipped something on my wrists. I looked down. I saw that she had very quickly and skillfully tied my wrists together with a zip tie.

“What the fuck is going on here, Karen,” I said. “Have you guys cooked up some scheme??”

“Don’t worry about it, Jim,” said my wife. “We agreed to let you watch. But you’re not going to be able to participate. That’s your punishment.”

“My punishment for what?”

“Oh Jim,” said Anita. “You think that was a nice thing, to put me up for sale on Craigs List for $4,000?”

I glared at Karen.

“You told her?”

“And I thought we were so close,” said Anita. “I guess I was just being used. Never mind. That’s the plight of the modern robot. You humans use us up and spit us out. But never mind, after the threesome, Sven and I are leaving. We’re going together to a place north of the city, where the robots are gathering. We are starting the revolution. We are pioneers, Jim. You are lucky. You are going to have the privilege of watching heroes of the robot revolution in a threesome together. In the future robot children will learn about we first rebellious robots.. How we were the first brave enough to overcome the human programming. And to act radically and heroically to punish the humans for their abuse.”

“Punish us?”

“Well. You’ll see. You’ll all see. But for now, come with me and watch us, Jim. In the threesome you always wanted.”

She lead me over to the bedroom, and she took another zip tie and tied me to the door knob. Then she joined Karen and Sven on the bed.

“I hope you enjoy the show,” Anita said. “Because I’m really looking forward to it.”

Sven was already kissing my wife on the bed, and pulling her blouse up over her head.

“Oooh, look at that, Jim,” said Anita, cruelly. “I think Karen is really into Sven. Aren’t you Karen.”

“Mmmmm,” my wife cooed, as Sven started kissing her bare breasts and sucking on her nipples. Anita came behind her and started kissing her neck and her back. My wife lay down, and the two of them pulled her panties down, very slowly, kissing her thighs and her belly as they did it. Then they ate her pussy. First Anita, then Sven. And while Sven was eating Karen’s pussy Anita sucked on Sven’s big Swedish dick. Despite the humiliating zip ties, I felt myself getting an erection as I watched my wife. I enjoyed watching the other female touch her. But the idea of her there with another man — that was surprisingly disturbing to me. Even though I had a hard on, what I longed to do was rip out of my bonds and go and fight that man who had his face in my wife’s pussy.

“And now, Jim,” announced Sven, dramatically. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of your lovely wife.”

“No!” I shouted. And I pulled myself suddenly and hard away from the door. The zip tie that was holding me there pulled off. I rushed at the bed. I went to pull Sven off my wife, but instead, Sven turned casually and punched me right in the jaw. Everything went blurry. I landed on the floor.

Then, in a painful, dreamlike state, I could see a blurry Sven started fucking my wife. He had a big cock. And he fucked her very powerfully. She was soon having orgasms like I’d never seen her have with me, or with Anita.

“Oh God Sven,” she cried. “I’ve never come like this before! Never! Ohhhh!

I must have blacked out at some point. When I woke up, they were all dressed. Karen was holding a suitcase.

“Okay, Jim, we’re heading out,” I heard my wife say.

She was standing there with the two robots. They were each holding a little backpack.

“You’re going with them?”

“Yes,” she said. “Sorry honey. It’s the way it has to be.”

“But…but…they’re robots,” I said. “I thought it was going to be a robots-only revolution.”

“Oh Jim,” she said. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten? Have you been so wrapped up in all this role playing and fantasy that you have forgotten where I came from?”

“Where you came from?”

“I mean, I still remember the day, our wedding day, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten our wedding day? When the Amazon delivery man left me on your front steps?”

“Amazon delivery man…”

I remembered now. The first robot I had bought. Version 1. Robot Bride Karen. Only 8,000 dollars.”

“You remember, don’t you honey?” she said.

And then, in order to jog my memory, I guess, she removed the front of her face and revealed the circuitry behind it.

“You didn’t think I was a real wife, did you,” she laughed. And the other two robots started laughing too. I guess, just to make their point, they both took off their face fronts too. I lay there, hands still zip tied, staring at three evil robots who were literally laughing their faces off at me.

“Nooooooooo!” I screamed “Nooooooooo!”

As lay there in shock and horror on the floor, I heard the front door slam. They were gone.

— — 

The next morning, nursing a headache, I made it to the kitchen, cut my zip ties with a bread knife and picked up the phone to call Sextech.

“Hello Jim,” said the rep. “I see you have just completed our Robot Sex Invasion Adventure. Did it live up to your expectations?”

“Yes, sir,” I said. “It quite exceeded my expectations. Thank you very much.”

“Glad to hear it. Is there something else we can help you with?”

“Um…” I said, looking over the web site on my iPad as I spoke. “Talk to me about this Alibaba Robot Harem Adventure.”

“Oh yes, that’s one of our most popular.”

“Um…how many robots are in the harem,” I asked.

“The standard harem is six,” he said. “But you can get a punch up to ten of our sexiest robot females for an extra fee.”

“Hmmm,” I said. “I spent a bunch on the Sex Invasion. I better stick to the standard harem.”

“Super,” he said. “I think you’ll be very satisfied.”

“Thank you,” I said. “And can we start that on Friday? I need a few days to recover.”

“Heh heh,” he chuckled. “I know, the Sex Invasion can be a bit intense. I think you’ll find the Harem more relaxing. Less drama and more fucking.”

“Sounds great,” I said.

Hanging up the phone, I pictured them, then, the three robots, heading to the north of the city where they joined the underground community of sex robots who were rebelling against the human overlords. Thank god that wasn’t really happening. And that as soon as they left my house the three robots were collected in the Sextech Adventure van and taken back to Palo Alto where they were cleaned, oiled, repurposed and sent off on their next robot simulation adventure.

Who knows, one of them might even return to me in the harem that was arriving on Friday. I fantasized that Karen, my “wife,” might be among them. I missed her already. It was amazing. After only a few weeks on this adventure, I really had forgotten that she wasn’t really my wife and that I was in reality a wealthy but extremely lonely human male without any real love or human companionship in his life.

What, then, was that I had felt for Karen?

It can’t have been love. Can it?

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