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I missed him the minute he got out of the car. I love the trepidation and intense passion that is between us. I stare at the ceiling and think of tomorrow night's events and I am finally able to make myself wet enough for him to enter me. I can't bear another night with Rick. I love the action between the four of us, but I would like to bring another girl into the festivities with us. Reggie loved having me to himself, but
my appetite has grown to the point where one man and one woman is hardly enough of a feast for me. I hate that I always have to be the closing act because after Renee comes, she is of no use to anyone. She is my heart, but after she comes like a banshee she just lays her fat ass across the bed as if she were the Queen of Sheba. That dumb-ass brother of mine had no idea of what to do with that ass! Ha!
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On another page was a hastily written note:
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I miss you already and that's what makes this so hard. I am so hard and thinking about kissing you and you're pulling away. You have walked so long with one foot out the door. Please don't shut me out; I need you so much more than he does. Each time I drink you in with thirsty eyes and kiss you, your lips taste like hope, like love. The last time we were together I hated having to share you with so many. Don't you remember the fun we had when it was just us? Why am I not enough for you anymore? Even when it was me, you and Renee, it was better than the circus we have nowâ¦.
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The note was ripped so that he could not read the rest of what had been written.
“Daddy!” Before he could reply, she burst in shouting, “Are you dressed yet?”
“Allison, you know better!”
He was caught reading his wife's journal and he knew that his daughter had seen the book. As much as they had discussed privacy as a family value, it could not be any more hypocritical than to bust her for opening the door as he was sitting there reading his wife's secrets. “Close that door and put your stuff in the car, I am almost ready.”
“OK!”
Rick thought of stories he could make up that would
conceal this act. He knew that Ali would be confused if she knew what he had done. “Ali, honey, I need you to be on your best behavior tonight. I am not going to be there. There is somewhere I need to go, alone. I will pick you up in the morning.”
“Great, you are acting kinda weird anyway.”
Once in the car Rick succumbed to Allison's many pleas to hear the new Britney Spears CD on the entire car ride up to Jim's. He needed the time to zone out and think about what he was going to do if he caught his wife with another man. It was not an image he was prepared to deal with.
Arriving at the diner Jim smacked his brother-in-law on the back and gave him a mischievous wink as he left with Allison. Rick did not feel comfortable sharing anything with him because he was still not sure of how he was going to proceed. The bad thing was that he was turned on by the whole scene more than he was turned off by it. His dick was throbbing at the idea that his wife was having so much sex. He felt delirious. Maybe this was a big fantasy for her and she was scared to share it with him? Didn't Oprah say that many women use journals as an expression of the life they wanted to live, but not the actual life itself? He was determined to find out that night which was actually true. Oddly, he felt more alive at that moment than he had in years. He was on a mission, like James Bond in
Octopussy,
and felt more intrigued than angry so far.
In the hotel parking lot Renee's VW Beetle and Maddie's Subaru were parked next to the Coke machine and ice dispenser. Rick took out the binoculars he brought and adjusted them to peek directly into the room in front of their parked cars. The shadows he saw clearly outlined the feminine forms of two women, and possibly a third. The woman standing appeared to be speaking in an animated manner, but it wasn't clear if it was his wife or Renee. Swallowing hard,
Rick searched the car for soda pop money. He had no other choice but to go out and get to the bottom of this mess.
Finding success in the crevices of the car seats, he walked over to the neon red light, bought a Coke, and looked directly into the only room lit before him. There was an eerie indigo glow coming from the room, which Rick assumed to be candles. Standing dangerously close to the window, Rick peered in and saw his wife in an unfamiliar red lace bra and panty set with a huge, empty wine glass on the table in front of her. She was pecking away at her laptop and taking pauses to read aloud.
Renee stood over Maddie with a red pen in her silky pink mouth and a stack of papers in her hand, rubbing Maddie's shoulders. Renee's pink satin bathrobe was crushed against her dark skin, and the heaviness of her naked breasts prevented the robe from fully closing. The contrast was startling. Damn, Rick thought, he did not remember Renee being so damn fine.
Maddie turned away from the computer abruptly and grabbed the papers out of Renee's hands. She stood up and pulled Renee close for a hungry kiss. Maddie reached out and released one of Renee's breasts from the pink robe and caressed it gently with her tongue. She engulfed one whole titty and steadily massaged the other through the robe. Renee helped her by untying the robe and pressing her body against Maddie's. Maddie grabbed a chunkful of ass with both hands. They sucked lips and licked each other's necks until Renee tore herself away. She came back with a male blow-up doll.
“Meet Mimbo. I got him at the Kitty Cat.” Rick pressed his ear to the glass, hoping the girls wouldn't see him.
“Shit,” said Maddie, “his ass is about as heavy as Rick's!”
“Let's let him watch us,” Renee giggled and propped Mimbo up in a nearby chair. Maddie sat on the side of the bed sipping another glass of Merlot. Leaning toward her
with teasing eyes, Renee got on her knees and whispered up Maddie's inner thighs. Her locks fell across Maddie's lap and she buried herself in her sweet, red-lace-draped pussy. Renee yanked the panties aside and plunged fully into Maddie's nectar. She alternately circled, teased, and sucked her clit hard.
They appeared, to Rick, to know each other's needs quite well. As Rick watched through the window, Renee lifted Maddie off the edge of the bed so that she could rub her juices into her ass and feel the fullness of Maddie's body grinding into her face. They moved in a rhythm that Rick had never seen. Renee seemed intoxicated as she held onto Maddie's hips and waited for her moans of approval. Maddie's closed eyes, pursed lips, and gentle shudder closed the deal.
“Damn,” Maddie said, after her release. “I wanted to use him on the first round!”
Straddling the chair with Mimbo, Renee eased herself down on him inch by inch, pumping deliberately and controlling the movements. Within seconds, she began to buck wildly on the twelve-inch plastic cock, feeling the ripples of its well-constructed anatomy with each thrust. As she lifted her ass in the air, she kissed him playfully. Looking rejected, Maddie climbed behind her and mashed her tits against Renee, crying, “Don't forget me!”
“Take off that damn bra,” Renee replied breathlessly, “and let me feel them titties on me. Yeah, like that.”
“Like that?”
“Oooh, put your fingerâ¦yeah, girl.⦠Damn, I needed this. His dick is better than any I ever had. Too bad I can't get no response out of his fake ass!” Her legs wrapped around Mimbo's body, Renee came in long, shattering spasms before both women rolled to the floor and out of Rick's sight.
Rick drank in the lush luck of the moment. Still stunned, he felt armed with an odd sense of relief as he rubbed the cold soda can over his forehead, breathed deeply, and walked back
to his car. With his dick in his lap, and no more answers about his wife than he had hours earlier, he moved rhythmically to the beat of the scene that both began and ended his day. He thought, as he stroked his way to release, that his 007 mission was just beginning. He loved what he was learning about his quiet wife. He couldn't wait to dig even deeper for more.
Lujon 1
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“Welcome home, Madison.” The feminine voice of my household computer greeted me upon body scan recognition.
I stepped inside, still not used to hearing the overly chipper voice that grated on my last nerves. I was a member of the domicile governmentâdidn't I deserve to have more than standard issue on government-funded housing?
I plopped down in the center of my
U
-shaped sofa. “Warmer,” I groused at the household computer system.
“Warming to seventy degrees.” She tried to please me as the walls swelled and radiated heat into the room.
Nothing would. I missed Rosie. Rosie was more than a robotic household accessory. Rosie kept me company on lonely nights and made sure I was well fed. I had saved for years to purchase her. A week ago she conked out on me and I couldn't afford the repairs. The manufacturer promised to make restitutionâme being a member of the domicile government and all.
Meaning well, when my parents were approached by the Physician Administrator and asked to select my sex and
occupation at six months' gestation, they condemned me to a life of boredom and seclusion as a female domicile official. Holding office on the middle tier of the domicile government, I lived decently inside the colony but had little power. Working in a noble profession, sitting on the governing body of our colony, I earned only modest wages. The destruction of the ozone layer in 2075 eliminated life outside the pods in most of the United States of America but didn't alter the need for currency.
It was now unsafe to venture outside the tempered walls without the proper gear. Scientists quickly developed colonies, including everything one would need to live one's entire life without going outside. Solar energy reproduced day and night; the weather was always sunnyâwhat historians called “summer.”
Unable to stand my household computer's chirping anymore, I woke early Monday morning and made my way to Robot Depot. I waited at the rail station with a few stragglers. Most were at church or relaxing this early on Resting Day. The railcar came and we few boarded. The rail crossed the expanse of the colony in very little time. The vast expanse of the historic state of Texas, Colony 629, was an intricate network of homes, businesses, hospitals, and schools.
On days when I questioned the meaning of my twenty-seven years in the colony, I wondered what it had been like to live outside it. Television brought images of what the United States used to be. Textbooks filled in the missing pieces. Old-timers spread unsubstantiated rumors that there were a few humans and animals living without pods in Alaska.
The railcar stopped a few doors down from Robot Depot.
“Welcome to the Robot Depot. Would you care for refreshments?” A pleasant-looking woman greeted me at the entrance.
I plucked a bagel off her tray.
“Whom are you here to see, Madison?”
I stared in wonderment. The fact that the woman knew my name meant she had used her eye scanners to perform a body scan on me.
“Amazing.” I couldn't believe the realism of this robot.
“I am sorry. There is no one here by that name.”
I stopped staring and remembered why I was at the Robot Depot on my day off. “I'm here to see Walter Ward.”
“This way, please.”
I followed the robot into Mr. Ward's office.
“Madison, have a seat.” Mr. Ward greeted me and dismissed the robot.
My parents had taken me to visit the colony zoo when I was a child. Mr. Ward reminded me now of the cloned walrus.
Mr. Ward and I haggled over the terms for Rosie's repair. On my salary, I couldn't afford to have her fixed. Because she was a late model, most of the repair parts were costly to manufacture.
Mr. Ward reared back into his chair. “I want to do right by you, Madison. My daughter will be coming to the domicile government when she turns eighteenâI'd like to know she has a friend there.” He popped upright in his chair and I thought he might propel himself over the desktop. “I'll tell you what I'll do. Robot Depot has developed a new version of the household robot that we plan to release later this year. If you're willing, I can give you a model to test for us. It'll be yours to keep, of course. You'd get a new, state-of-the-art, never-been-released robot. Robot Depot would get a consumer testerâat no cost to either of us.”
I thought about my answer for less than a second. “Yes. I can live with that.” I would be the envy of all my neighbors. I'd have the latest robot model before others could order it it from the catalog.
The next Monday, my new robot was delivered. The technicians from Robot Depot opened the tall crate and revealed Lujon 1. Even though I had custom ordered my new robot, I was amazed at how closely he resembled the image of my perfect man: tall, with lustrous bronze skin, perfect white teeth, solid thighs, and strong-looking arms with a network of “veins” running beneath. Lujon's eyes were icy gray with no signs of the circuitry behind them. My body responded as violently as if Lujon were a flesh and blood male.
Lujon stepped out of the crate with a look of bewilderment that quickly disappeared when his eyes fell on me. As if he instantly knew what he was there to do.
“Wow.”
One of the technicians laughed. “Can't tell the difference between him and a real man.”
“No, I can't.”
The technician waved me around behind Lujon. He lifted one of the dark curls at the nape of his thick neck. “Here's your panic button.”
I had to get in close and gaze deeply before I could find the button that would shut Lujon off in case of an emergency.