Naughty Fun with Ai

The clock beside our bed read 2:18 am. The soft glow of my phone was enough to make my wife stir. She rolled over and with those adorable eyes, as sleepy as they were at that moment, looked at me and with an exasperated voice asked me, "Michael, are you looking at our email again?"

I couldn't help myself. I had stumbled upon what had almost instantly become an addiction for me. Let me see if I can gain your sympathies by going back ten days and starting from there. Perhaps you will better understand and even support me checking my phone all hours of the day and night.

TEN DAYS AGO

So here is the ultimate irony. I was actually trying to be helpful for a project at church my sweet wife was trying to complete. We were co-leaders with another couple of the Young Marrieds Group. For our Valentine's Banquet, she wanted to make a poster board with photos of each couple, but with a twist. She wondered if I could use Ai and create a second photo that showed what each couple would look like in twenty years.

So off I went sorting through various Ai platforms and programs. I managed to find a program that did what my wife was looking for. So I definitely scored points with her on that one. But it is what I stumbled upon during my search that led to such a rapid string of events that were so naughty and so unique.

I had stumbled upon a site that with the powers of Ai claimed it could "undress" anyone. I couldn't resist. I mused upon the possibilities. I decided in a moment of curiosity to test the capabilities of this new technology.

Using a photo of my wife, I clicked through a few options and filters. Then I gave the Ai engine permission to alter the photo. Within a minute or two, the new photo was complete. I was stunned.

On one side of my laptop screen was the original photo of my wife, dressed in a modest appearance of jeans and a tee. On the other side of my screen was the Ai version of my wife - totally naked! And the resemblance to reality was amazing. It was as if Ai had private access to the details of her body, even and especially those very private areas.

I did not tell Kathleen about this discovery right away. What I did do right away was save the new photo of her naked. And then, as if I had my own porn princess, I admired that new photo and began to masturbate. I came hard as I looked at her nakedness in a way that she never intended.

Now using Ai to create an undressed photo of my wife was something I could not keep from her. So, I bit the bullet and set out to tell her the next day.

"So I want to show you something. But I don't want you to get mad. It is just an example of what Ai can do with photos."

"Okay."

"Come sit here next to me so you can see my laptop screen." I had the photos cued up and ready to be presented on my screen. She plopped down next to me and leaned up against my shoulder.

"So this might be a little shocking. So remember, don't be mad at me."

"Michael; you are starting to worry me. What have you done?"

"Nothing bad, babe. Just look here." With that I clicked on her clothed photo. It was a great photo from our anniversary trip last year. She looked hot in her clingy dress. It hung low at the collar to give a nice view of her cleavage that her 38d breasts offered.

She gave a small "awww" as she smiled at that photo. I tried to prepare the way. "No doubt you look hot in that dress, babe."

"Why would I be mad about that?" Her question was so innocent and naive.

"No, no, no; that is not what you need to see." My finger was trembling as I tapped on the mousepad to click to the next photo. And there it was. The Ai photo of her undressed.

Instantly in a panicked tone she yelp, "Oh my god, Michael! How did you get a picture like that?!"

"I know, it is crazy isn't it?"

"Crazy? HOW did you do that?" She was upset.

"Well, technically, I did not do that. Ai did."

That triggered an agitated back and forth between us where she wanted to know everything. How, when, why. She demanded that I show her exactly how I had done that to the photo of her. So I showed her. With a different photo of her.

"First you do this." I clicked on the preparatory options. "Then you do this." As I finished clicking the options, she remained glued at my side. "Then we wait."

"How long?" she asked.

"I don't know - two minutes maybe." What a long two minutes that was. But finally the undressed photo appeared. And again she looked stunning. Naked. So fucking arousing.

"Michael! That is so wrong." I gave her room to express her emotions and I tried to be as supportive of her as I could be. But at the same time, I was also trying to calm the waters. Perhaps even get her to see the positive side of things.

I commented on how amazing Ai was in presenting her so realistic. I then began to compliment the various aspects of that undressed photo. I made sure to linger on how it made her tits look so delicious. How Ai made her pussy look just as smooth and tight as she is in real life.

Then our intense moment was interrupted. When her mom called, she had to answer. And with that, the moment of introduction had come and gone. I had survived. But what would come the next day was something that would come out of left field for me. Totally unexpected.

THE NEXT DAY

Brian and Liz were at our place for dinner and a bit of planning for the upcoming Valentine Day Banquet. They were great partners. We enjoyed leading the Young Marrieds group with them. Mostly Liz and Kathleen talked about the menu and decorations and an assortment of details in which Brian and I had absolutely no interest.

Then the topic turned to the poster board project of the "20 years from now" photos. Kathleen excitedly showed Liz and Brian the fruits of my labor. She spread out the photos of about a dozen couples on the table. Each current photo had the accompanying Ai generated 20 year from now photo next to it.

Both Brian and Liz were intrigued by the technological craftsmanship displayed by Ai. Then Brian asked, "So where are our photos?"

Kathleen blurted out, "Oh no Brian. We don't want our old photos out there. That could be frightening!" She shot a glance at me that both Brian and Liz interpreted as her cute mockery of our aging. But I knew there was a little more there than anyone would ever have known.

I nodded and replied, "Oh yes babe. There are limits to what AI photos we are going to allow to get out there."

Brian laughed and added. "Yes. Better such mysteries remain behind the veil." Of course he had no idea what photo Kathleen had secretly signaled me about. But his comment was fitting.

As was Liz's response. "Oh Brian, I bet Kathleen would look great in any Ai version of her!" She was such a good friend to Kathleen. But in that moment, that specific comment just assaulted my senses! She had no idea.

Kathleen then pointed the edgy moment directly at me. "Well Liz, I know Michael would agree with you. He thinks all my photos are adorable!" Kathleen winked at me. I was stunned. She was actually being playful, if not flirty, about those Ai photos that had undressed her.

Brian and Liz were clueless as my sweet wife bantered away. She got Brian to blush in agreement with Liz that indeed, any and all photos of her were worthy of praise. It was so funny. And then I got to chip in a few comments that said one thing to Brian and Liz, while communicating an entirely different thing to Kathleen. But it was the comment I made to Brian as a joke that lingered in my mind long after they left later.

"Maybe we just need to let Brian see for himself and he can make up his mind then." Liz rolled her eyes. Kathleen's eyes went wide. Brian just shrugged his shoulders as if to signal that he was forfeiting any right to any answer.

"I plead the fifth," was his final comment. But it was my offer that lingered in my mind. What a filthy idea. Let Brian see for himself.

THE NEXT LOGICAL STEP

No sooner had Brian and Liz walked out the door that Kathleen spun around and muttered at me, "Let Brian see for himself?!" The wild glare in her eyes was enough to alert me that this was probably a rhetorical question I was best served to ignore and let her continue on her rant.

But I chose to ignore the alert. "Hey. I was not the one bantering double meanings around the table about those photos."

Kathleen glared at me. "So. THEY did not know that!"

I tried to defend my actions. "Well, they still don't. No harm as far as I see it."

Then Kathleen twisted my words. "And how far do you see it?"

I was confused. "How far do I see what?"

"How far do you see the photo going?"

"What photo? You mean your photo?"

"MY photo?" she asked with an emphasis that put me on notice that perhaps I had overlooked the property rights of this Ai creation.

"Okay, Your photo? Our photo? My photo. All the same right?"

She leaned into me and whispered in my ear with a tone that was a total change. "I suppose that depends on how far you see, I see, we see that photo going, right?"

Now I have to admit right here. I am a guy. Therefore I am always ready to be horny. So it really should not be considered a liability on my part that her tone and words and suggestive meaning would instantly make my cock twitch. And there was also that small vision reality of seeing her standing there, and a slight nipple poke becoming apparent through her tank top. And what fucking amazing nipples she had. Big, pink, ghost-like nipples that never got old.

So anyway, when she changed tones and whispered that in my ear, I was knocked off balance from defending myself against accusation to suddenly reacting to a rush in my horny nature. Suddenly the unspeakable idea of "how far" that photo might go mixed with Brian and Liz was thumping in my cock. It was shocking how quickly and how filthy such an idea was evolving between us.

That discussion would unfold the next morning. This moment was simply an explosion of desire between us that had been smoldering for hours. As our mouths locked in a kiss that allowed our tongues to play, we embraced tightly. My hands moved to cup her firm bottom and tug her as close to me as possible. Those amazing tits smashed into my chest.

The parade from the living room down the hallway to the stairs... up the stairs and finally to our bedroom was too much to travel. We simply could not wait. Kathleen's arms shot up over her head as I moved in sync with her and tugged her tank top up and over her head and then tossed it aside. Split seconds later, as I ripped my polo shirt up over my head and off, Kathleen had unclasped her bra and let it fall to the ground. I leaned down to suckle on those nipples. Our hands pushed down her yoga pants and my shorts... we made it to the bottom of the stairs. And there, as I pressed her naked body against the wall, I pushed my hard cock inside of her. It was about as quick and animalistic of a fuck as we had ever had together.

Kathleen is a good fuck... but this was a GREAT fuck. I pulled out and spun her around, her arms extended over her head as her palms braced herself against the wall. As my hands reach around and groped her tits, I pushed my cock into her from behind. Her firm bottom bounced with each thrust. She groaned as I grunted. It was like two teenagers in the backseat doing it for the very first time. It was not about endurance; it was an explosion. She felt my load flooding her about the same time I felt her tight hole pulsating on my cock. It was a perfect ending to a burst-fuck.

THE NEXT MORNING

I awoke to the wonderful sensation of Kathleen spooning up against me from behind, our bodies entangled. She whispered in my ear. "That was pretty awesome last night."

"Um hmm."

"Whatever got into you, we should find more of that." She nibbled on my ear to punctuate her erotic tone.

"Got into me? Babe - it was you."

She giggled. "Uh... I don't think so, Mr. Ai."

Damn, I thought to myself. She was right. We had unfinished business to tend to. Before I could formulate a response that would keep me out of trouble but keep the topic at hand - at hand - she took charge.

"You never told me how far you thought it should go. Do you think those Ai photos should go somewhere?"

There was no way my sweet, christian wife was asking that question with intent that was beyond anything she had considered before, right?

She piled on. "Maybe Brian just needs to see for himself?"

Well, Brian thought I was referring to the Ai generated 20 years from now photos. But obviously that was not what Kathleen was thinking about last night when I said that and it was definitely not what she was thinking about now as she repeated what I had said.

I felt my cock swelling to the possibilities. I was not sure what to say; so I kissed her. My hands instantly smoothed over her body as our tongues danced together. My fingers had to know. I pressed against her slit, my middle finger like a probe gauging the moisture content of her fuckhole. Mmmm - she was wet. Not just sticky-gooey from last night's fuck (I had definitely flooded her with a huge load of cum). No, this was her own pussy juices flowing. She was clearly aroused by the topic of those Ai photos of her. The door was open; perhaps WIDE open.

Rare were the times when we could simultaneously fuck and have dialogue about much of anything. But as I pushed into her, our words flowed back and forth. Ideas. Lusts. Previously unspoken arousals. Possibilities. Those Ai photos!

I regret that this story... at this point... has arrived at a bit too long already. So accept my apologies as I take a pause. It is a nice place you would have to admit. Mid fuck. Mid conversation. Mid possibilities.

I promise. I will get to the rest next time.