Title: Our Robot, Chapter Fifteen
Author: Nobilis
Summary: Showtime!
Keywords: We don't need no stinkin' keywords

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Our Robot

by Nobilis

Chapter Fifteen

Bill

I called Anne as soon as I could.  There was a little digital
interference in the line, but it cleared up quickly.  Anne was
wearing a beautiful red blouse and skirt, standing in front of
the studio sofa. There was some kind of black backdrop behind it,
making the scene look like a stage rather than just another room
in our house.

She smiled at me, and said, "Hi Bill.  I hope you like what I've
prepared for you today.  Are you ready?"  Her face was framed in
long, loose curls, and she had put on a little makeup.

"Wait," I said, and stripped off My clothes and sat on the edge
of the bed, watching the laptop screen on the dresser.  She
shifted her weight from one foot to the other.  She was excited.
I could feel my heart beat a little faster.  "Alright – go
ahead."

She reached out of the field of view, and some music started.  I
didn't recognize it, but in spite of the French lyrics, I liked
it.  Anne started swaying to the music, looking into the camera,
looking at me.  She waved her arms, in time with the music,
stepping side to side.  She looked more graceful than I had ever
seen her.  When she turned, her hands went to her waist, and with
a pull, she opened up her blouse, facing away from me.

She shook her ass at me for a bit, and then turned back,
revealing a short, loose, lacy underthing over her breasts.  It
left her belly bare, and as she tossed the blouse off to the
side.  She shimmied her torso and the lace bobbed and danced with
her breasts.  I smiled and clapped.  I wasn't really getting
turned on yet, but I appreciated how much effort she had gone to.

She smiled and looked away for a moment, clearly a little
embarrassed, but recovered and got back into the spirit of her
dance.  The next thing she took off was the skirt.  She spun one
way, then the other, and suddenly it was off.  Underneath, she
had a pair of loose, lacy red shorts.

The dance changed, emphasizing her legs more than her arms, and
showing off the heels she had put on for the show.  She looked
really good.  Playing along, I gave her a wolf-whistle.

The next item to go was the lacy top.  Underneath, she had on a
sheer red bra made out of triangles of lacy fabric and thin
strings.  I could see the shape of her nipples through them when
she turned sideways.  I felt my dick starting to get hard, but in
order to prolong the show, I kept my hands off.

Under the lacy shorts, Anne had a g-string, only just big enough
to cover her pubic hair.  She turned and shook her nearly-naked
ass at me again, and then reached for the clasp of her bra.  My
dick stretched and grew.  The song ended, and another one came
on.  She played with the bra, pulling at the clasp, stretching it
this way and that, giving me little glimpses of her nipples.  By
the time she finally opened the clasp and took it off, my cock
was good and hard.

She played with the g-string for a long time... too long, I
think, but she was really into the dance by then and I wasn't
going to stop her.  She was obviously having a lot of fun.  She
ended the dance sprawled on the couch, one leg on the floor and
one up on top, her back arched and one hand in an artful sweep
above her head.

I laughed and clapped and hooted.

"You liked that, did you?" she asked, as she turned the music
down a little.

"Yeah, it was great.  I can't believe you put all this together
in just one day."

"Well, I had a little help.  Tootsie helped me set up the lights
and everything, of course, and, well... that brings me to the
next stage of my little performance.  While I was out shopping
for this outfit, I met Janet.  She used to be a stripper,  and
she offered to teach me a dance."

"What does she look like?"

"Hm.  She's about thirty years old, with short brown hair, a very
pretty smile, and a BIG pair of breasts."  She smiled lustily at
me.  I must have made quite a face when my jaw dropped open,
because Anne giggled merrily at me.  She composed herself
quickly, however, and went on.

"So after I finished shopping, I went over to her place, and she
gave me about two hours worth of lessons, basically teaching me
how to do the dance I just did for you.  I think we stripped
together three times, and then I did the whole dance once, with
her as my audience."

"I'll bet that was really hot."

"Well, she certainly liked it.  After the dance was over, she
started to come on to me."

"No..."  I couldn't believe my luck. She had to be making this
up.

"Truth.  She made a big pass at me."

"What did you do?"

"Well, I remembered what you said - that I could do what I liked,
as long as I told you about it afterwards..."

"Yeah?!"

"So..."

"What happened?"

"Well, you know, these things are hard to describe in person.  I
think I'll show you instead.  Tootsie, come here please."  Anne
sat up, sitting towards the middle of the sofa.

Tootsie walked into the picture.  Instead of the baggy sweats
that Anne had been dressing it in, the robot was wearing the sexy
French maid outfit.

"Now I'm going to be Janet, and our toy-girl here is going to be
me.  First, let's get the clothes situation corrected.  "Tootsie,
take off your clothes."  Anne stood up, and Tootsie obeyed.

Anne put her hand on Tootsie's shoulder, in a friendly, familiar
way, and leaned forwards, slowly, bringing her lips towards
Tootsie's.  Tootsie smiled faintly and tilted her head slightly
to receive the kiss.

Anne said, "Your husband is a very lucky man.  Let's give you a
story worth telling him."  Gently, she kissed Tootsie full on the
lips.  Tootsie slowly put her arms up to join Anne in a mild
embrace.

"Tootsie, sit down please."  Tootsie sat down, near the end of
the couch, and Anne sat down next to her.  They resumed their
embrace there, with Anne's hand on Tootsie's thigh.  They kissed
deeply.  When Anne slowly moved down to kiss Tootsie's hardening
nipple, and suck it into her mouth, I gasped.

The scene was starting to get to me.  My wife was having sex with
my... to a... to HER robot.  I swallowed.

Anne gently pushed Tootsie's legs apart, and moved her body down
between them.  She put Tootsie's hands on her own breasts, and
then started licking and sucking Tootsie's breasts.  Tootsie's
face took on a familiar imitation of arousal.  Her eyes closed a
little, and her mouth opened.  Her breathing quickened.

Anne then knelt down between Tootsie's legs, in a classic
cunnilingus pose... and then stood up again.

"She got right down in there – and didn't do anything," said
Anne.  "She said I wasn't ready yet!"

I blinked, coughed a bit, and tried to stammer something.  I put
one hand on my cock and gripped it, hard.

Anne smiled.  "Well, it turns out I wasn't..."  She then took up
a strange pose, straddling Tootsie's leg, with one knee up on the
couch and the other rubbing Tootsie's pussy.  She put one nipple
in Tootsie's mouth, and then started rubbing her knee up and down
against Tootsie's pussy.  I could see a bit of Tootsie's face
around the side of Anne's body, and she was clearly moving into
the next stage of arousal.

Tootsie's head lolled back against the couch, and started rolling
side to side.  Anne moved back down towards Tootsie's pussy,
pausing long enough to give Tootsie's nipples a hard-looking
pinch.  She looked over her shoulder at me, smiling devilishly.

The whole experience was starting to overwhelm me.  My cock was
hard as a rock.  There was my wife, about to dive into my... a...
her robot's pussy... I felt lightheaded.  I started stroking my
cock.

She shoved her face into Tootsie's crotch and started - well, I'm
not sure exactly what, I couldn't see very well, but Tootsie
started convulsing, with her hands on the back of Anne's head,
groaning through gritted teeth.  Then Anne did something with her
hand, and Tootsie went berserk, cumming as hard as I had ever
seen it cum.  I wondered what Anne had done to make it do that.

I wondered what this "Janet" person had done...

After Tootsie's orgasm passed, Anne stood up and faced me, wiping
the lube from her mouth with her hand.  She started to speak, but
I interrupted her.

"This is real?"

"Huh?"

"This is a true story?  You're not making this up?"

"Yes, it's the truth."  Anne's face took a cast of concern.  She
must have seen something in my eyes that betrayed my mixed
feelings.  "Are you alright?  Oh, god, Bill..."  Her hands went
to her face.

I closed my eyes.  I groaned.  I had brought this on myself.  I
had as much as told my wife to go out and have this – adventure –
and tell me about it afterwards.  I didn't think she'd go this
far.

"And now," I groaned, "Now you've had the best sex of your
life..."

"No!  Bill, it's not that way.  I love you, Bill, as much as I
ever did."

I didn't know what to think.  My cock was still rock-hard, and
frankly the thought of my wife with another woman was pretty damn
hot.  But at the same time, the nagging thought would not go
away, that I could never turn Anne on as much as Janet had.

Anne put her hands out to me.  "Bill – I would never, ever hurt
you."

I took a deep breath, and let it out.  "I – I have to know..."  I
paused.  I couldn't ask it.  But I had to.  "Would you – ch..."

"Bill.  Stop.  You're torturing yourself..."

"Was Janet better than me?"  As soon as I asked the question, I
regretted it.  I knew what the answer would have to be.  I
smiled, halfway.

"Bill,"  Anne said, gently, "Janet gave me an EARTH-SHATTERING
orgasm.  But if the choice were between Janet and you, there's
just no competition.  I love you.  I don't love Janet."

I swallowed.

"Now if you work on it," she continued, "I'll bet you can make me
orgasm even harder than that.  I'll teach you."

"I love you, Anne."

Her gaze ran a little lower.  "Now unless I miss my guess," she
said, "The mood hasn't been totally ruined?"

Treacherous organ.

It was still standing there, proud as ever, waiting for me to get
on with business.  I chuckled a little.  "Well, yeah, I guess. 
It is pretty – hot – thinking of you with another woman."

"So, what now?"

"I want to see something new.  We can talk about Janet another
time – when you can teach me properly – but I want to see Tootsie
make YOU cum.  Hey, I have an idea... I'll give Tootsie the
orders, instead of you.  It'll be my proxy."  I sat up straight
again.

"Mmm," Anne purred, "I like that idea."

"Tootsie, can you hear me, please?"

"Yes, I can, master Bill."

"Okay, Anne, I want you to lie down on the couch, with your
elbows on the arm, over there on the left.  Just lie back, and
let me - let US pleasure you."  Anne took a deep breath, and lay
down with one leg stretched out on the couch, and the other
draped languidly over the side.

"Like this?"

"Perfect."

I didn't know exactly what I was doing.  I had never used Tootsie
this way before, but I had a good idea what she was capable of,
and I planned on making the best use of her strengths.  I thought
for a minute, looking at Anne, and Tootsie, and figuring out what
the best angle would be.  I knew that Tootsie's breasts were a
big turn-on for Anne.

"Tootsie, kneel on the sofa, facing Anne, please."

Tootsie obeyed, giving me a conspiratorial look.

"Tootsie, lean forward, and put your left hand on the arm of the
sofa, alongside Anne's head, please."

This maneuver put Tootsie's breasts hanging down towards Anne's
face.  Anne mmmmm'ed appreciatively, and took Tootsie's breasts
in her hands, pulling them gently closer.  I stroked my cock. 
The earlier drama was forgotten.

"Tootsie, use your right hand to rub Anne's pussy.  Start slowly,
please."

Tootsie looked down, and maneuvered one hand to Anne's furry
cleft, eliciting a soft moan.

"Tootsie, can you feel Anne's clitoris, Please?"

"Yes, master Bill."

"Tootsie, use one finger to rub in a circle all around Anne's
clit, please"

Anne sighed softly as she brought one of Tootsie's breasts to her
lips.

"Tootsie, is Anne's clit getting hard, please?"

"Yes, master Bill."

"Good.  Tootsie, fuck Anne with your middle and ring fingers,
please."

Anne gasped as Tootsie abruptly shifted her attentions.

"Tootsie, keep fucking her.  Don't stop until I tell you,
please."  That order was for Anne's benefit.  I knew Tootsie
wouldn't stop, but I wanted to make it clear to Anne.

"Anne, for next time – I want you to buy a strap-on.  But for
now, just imagine that it's a big, hard cock."

Anne whimpered and Tootsie's nipple fell out of her mouth.  Anne
smothered her cry between Tootsie's massive breasts.

"Tootsie, keep fucking Anne with your fingers, and rub your
breasts against hers, please."

Tootsie moved her tits up and down along Anne's body.  Anne's
head fell back, and she looked at me, blinking, as tension
started to creep into her face.  "Bill – oh –
Mmmmmmmooooooooohhhh..."

"Tootsie, crouch down and suck Anne's nipple, please."

This sent Anne over the edge.  She groaned, long and deep, and
her legs tensed up and pushed her pussy up into Tootsie's pumping
hand.  Anne arched her back, and held onto Tootsie's head with
both hands.

"Tootsie, stop now, and stand on the floor, please."  I fell back
against the bed, and allowed my long-delayed orgasm to take me as
well.

When I had recovered, Anne was sitting up on the couch, her hair
tousled and a little sweaty.  She smiled at me.  "Not bad, for
being an ocean away," she said.

"Not bad at all."

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End Chapter Fifteen


  
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