I, Aibot Ch. 03

Ai, Aibot Ch. 3

Author's Note: The premise of this series (a beautiful robot woman whose mission is to keep house for her man and fuck him whenever he wants) is a stereotypical, and not particularly original, male wet dream, but I'm having fun trying to make it feel as real as possible.

By the way, if any readers thought the brief discussion of Beth and Michael in Ch. 2 was a setup, nothing could be closer to the truth.

I texted Beth to see if she and Michael would like to come over on Saturday for dinner and get to know my new girlfriend, and she said she'd be delighted, so that was settled.

Next problem: what to serve. "What do you suggest for a somewhat impressive dinner for four?" I asked Rosemary.

"How about a roast of beef? I know lots of recipes, but a roast is always too much food for one person to eat up. I'd love to have a chance to try making one. Do you know if they eat red meat?"

"I know Beth does, or used to. I don't know about Michael, but I can text Beth and find out before we go shopping."

It turned out that they both loved roast beef, so that was easy. Rosemary mused, "Thyme, rosemary, fresh garlic - Naomi told me to ask for fresh herbs any time, she always has more in her planters than she can use herself. Dilled roast potatoes, fresh beans - another thing that Naomi practically begged me to help her use up. This'll be fun."

As we shopped for the groceries, we stopped at the meat counter and Rosemary examined the roasts on offer. "Oooh, can we get a prime rib? I never like cooking mediocre beef. If we can't afford really good stuff, I'd rather buy really cheap stuff and put it in the crock pot."

"OK, but if I spring that much for dinner, you're going to owe me later tonight."

"I think I have the talents I'll need to work off that debt." Rosemary smiled at me while the meat guy was wrapping up the roast.

***

On Saturday, Beth and Michael turned up at five-thirty as requested, bearing a bottle of very good Cabernet-Merlot. I hugged Beth and shook Michael's hand. Beth was just how I remembered her from the conference: petite, long, straight blonde hair, bule-hazel eyes, wire-rimmed glasses perched on her nose. She had put on a pound or two since we had been in a relationship, but it looked good on her. Frankly, I had thought she was a bit too skinny to be healthy back in those days.

Michael was tallish, about six feet I'd guess, with short brown hair and steel-gray eyes. He had a neat stubble beard and looked well-built - not a linebacker but well-proportioned. I imagined that if I saw him without his shirt, I'd see a flat stomach and well-defined abs.

I poured drinks and we chatted while the roast sat under foil to stabilize for carving. Beth and I kind of monopolized the conversation at first, since we had a lot to catch up on since the last time we'd talked. We tried to avoid too many "Do you remember when..." stories that would leave our partners behind, but they were both fairly quiet.

Rosemary left to carve the roast and plate the meals while I filled wine glasses. Through the entrance to the kitchen, I watched as the expensive knife I'd bought her the week before sliced through the roast as if it were a block of warm butter.

Over dinner, Rosemary tried to draw Michaael out a bit more.

"We know all about Beth now. What do you do for a living, Michael?"

"I work for Sinclair Associates, helping design AI software. We're trying to improve our Artificial General Intelligence model to produce actual consciousness."

"That's interesting. I'm a software engineer, too." They immediately started trading shop talk about AI. I noticed that Rosemary's answers sounded a bit canned, like they were scraped from the internet rather than from personal experience, which wasn't surprising considering how brief Rosemary's corporeal existence had been so far. Michael kept trying to draw her out, leaving her openings for more personal stories, background information about herself and her family, and that sort of thing, and Rosemary expertly evaded or replied with generalities. She kept trying to turn the conversation around and find out more about Michael, and kept getting a similar wall of generalities.

Beth suddenly put down her fork and started laughing.

"OK," said Rosemary. "What's so funny?"

"You're an aibot, aren't you Rosemary?"

If an aibot could have blushed, I'm sure Rosemary would have done it. She looked helplessly at me to see whether I wanted to keep up the deception or admit that her cover was blown. "You're right, Beth. We've been together for about three weeks now, and it's working out beautifully. She's everything I could ever want in a girlfriend, and more. But what tipped you off?"

Beth giggled. "Michael's an aibot too, so neither of you has a lot of personal experience you can draw on for conversation. Watching you both doing psychotherapy on each other, trying to draw out deep personal narratives that just aren't there, was absolutely priceless."

Beth and I were both laughing by this time, and Rosemary and Michael joined in. I knew Rosemary well enough by then that I figured the laughter wasn't just window dressing, and she genuinely saw the absurdity of the situation. I assumed Michael was the same.

"'Trying to improve our Artificial General Intelligence model to produce actual consciousness,'" I said to Michael. "That's hysterical, considering that you and Rosemary are proof that that barrier has been breached for some time now."

"Well, I like to keep my white lies as close to the truth as possible, but sometimes I have to bend the facts a little."

"So, how long have you and Michael been together?" I asked Beth.

"Going on seven months now. After you and I broke up, I had a couple of relationships with men who turned out to be total jerks, and I decided I could do better with one of the newer-model aibots. He's wonderful. Not only does he clean house and cook like Julia Child, he's everything else I could want in a man. He's considerate, he's kind, he always anticipates my needs before I even know I have them. He takes me out to interesting places, even if it's my money we're spending. And when we have sex, he never gets tired until I do."

Once that was resolved, conversation got a lot easier. Michael and Rosemary quit trying to dig out each others' inner selves and just talked to Beth and me about ourselves.

We finished dinner - even though their cover was blown, Rosemary and Michael kept eating to keep Beth and me company - and Rosemary presented dessert, beautifully designed chocolate mousse in little individual cups. Then we retired to the living room to continue chatting over coffee and brandy.

Maybe it was the brandy, or maybe the fact that Beth and I had been sexual partners before and knew that our current partners were aibots who couldn't be shocked, but we started getting pretty frank about our current circumstances.

"I take it from your 'never gets tired' remark that Michael's pretty good in bed."

"He's the best, and not just because he can get hard and stay hard any time I want him to. He's just such a considerate lover. He's always ready to suggest new adventures, but never pressures me into doing anything I don't feel good about. I've taken him up the ass, and he's so gentle and so careful to monitor my reactions that he never hurts me, even a little. I've even tried getting him to tie me up a few times, and while I don't think that's really my favourite kink, I feel so safe with him that I trust him absolutely. He's everything those other jerks I mentioned weren't.

Michael chimed in, "I'm sure Rosemary's told you about those pleasure centres aibots are equipped with. Beth certainly knows how to trigger mine. I love having sex with her, and always try to leave her happy so she'll want to do it again."

"And he's never afraid to go down on me," added Beth. "I had sex with another woman once, and although I decided it's not really for me, I certainly admired how she knew exactly how to use her mouth and fingers on another woman to set every bell ringing. Michael's like that. Except he's also got a very nice cock and knows how to use it."

"You know, Beth, it was a train wreck when our bots tried to do psychotherapy on each other. But I wonder what it would be like for them to have sex with each other."

"You mean..."

"Yes, I'm thinking what you think I'm thinking. If Michael is like Rosemary, he'd never think of being unfaithful to you, but if we gave them permission..." I was aware that I'd said, "gave them permission" rather than "ordered them to." I remembered Rosemary saying that she even though she was supposed to do what I told her to, she had both consciousness and free will. Ordering our bots to do something as intimate as having sex seemed too much a violation, too much like some sort of slavery.

"If you're OK with it, I'd love to try it," said Michael. "Aibots like nothing better than experiencing something new. It would certainly be a new experience having sex with Rosemary, especially if you two were watching." He paused a moment, then added, "You would want to watch, wouldn't you?"

I was suddenly aware of having pushed myself down an ever-steepening slippery slope. But the ride was getting interesting, and I really didn't want to stop myself.

"Beth?"

"Sure I'd like to watch. I don't usually watch porn because I don't see a lot of point in watching other people fucking, but this would be interesting. It's not just Ais that like learning something new."

"Rosemary?"

"Fuck, yes. I'm your girlfriend, but if you give me permission, I'd love to find out what a male aibot can do for me."

"You have permission. For sure."

Michael pushed the coffee table back to make a space in the middle of the living room carpet. Beth and I sat on the couch and watched as he walked over to Rosemary, put his hand behind her head, and leaned in for a deep kiss. She returned the kiss, running her hands over his back and feeling the firm muscles under his shirt. Without breaking the kiss, she started undoing the buttons on his shirt, then slid it off his shoulders so it rustled to the floor. I was right: flat stomach, well-defined abs, muscular arms. When Beth ordered Michael, she had obviously checked the "hunk" box.

Rosemary dropped to her knees in front of Michael, undid his belt, dropped his pants to the floor. The erect penis that sprang out was pretty average in length, but very girthy. I had heard that about many women's idea of the ideal cock: too long and it can poke you painfully in the cervix, but lots of girth puts lots of pressure on the G-spot and clitoris.

Rosemary took Michael's fat cock in her mouth and went to work on it, sucking on the tip with what I knew to be expert lips. I couldn't see what her tongue was doing, but I imagined it running through the tiny slit that housed his pee-hole just the way she liked doing to me. Michael threw his head back, closed his eyes, and began breathing deeply.

Rosemary began bobbing on Michael's cock, taking him further and further down with each bob until her lips were kissing his balls. She held him for five seconds or so, pulled back enough to give him a long massage, then pushed him all the way down again.

I knew exactly what Michael was feeling, having been the recipient of many of Rosemary's expert blow jobs. He was rocking his hips in rhythm to Rosemary's motions, and it wasn't long before his face contorted and he held his breath, grunted, and pushed his cock as hard as he could into Rosemary's eager mouth. I could imagine the spurts of cum he was shooting all the way down her throat.

Michael slipped his cock out of Rosemary's mouth, took her hand, and helped her to her feet. She held her hands over her head to let Michael peel her pretty lacey top up and off, then pull her black slacks to the floor. He reached around behind her back to unhook her bra, then buried his face between the creamy breasts that tumbled out.

Beth turned to me and said, "You have good taste in boobs. I've seen aibots with tits like watermelons. I really don't see how men find them attractive."

"I guess it's like your taste in dicks. Some is good, a lot isn't necessarily better."

Rosemary grinned at us, evidently enjoying our positive opinion of her tits. Then she lay on the carpet and spread her legs wide to invite Michael in.

"Just a minute, guys. Depending on what you end up doing, I've got something you might need." I went to the bedroom and retrieved my bottle of lube and box of tissues, putting them down on the carpet within easy reach.

Michael got down between Rosemary's legs and started to put his mouth to work on her vulva. I could see his tongue sliding up and down between her labia, flicking rapidly over her clit, and then penetrating deeply into her vagina. It seemed to be a remarkably long and agile tongue.

Rosemary started making rhythmic little moans. After he had worked on her with his mouth for five minutes or so, Michael shifted position and slid his penis into her vagina. He started thrusting long and deep, and she wrapped her legs around his hips as if to pull him even deeper into her. Her rhythmic moans increased and broke into an orgasmic crescendo. Michael evidently came again at the same moment, holding his penis far up inside Rosemary's body and gasping.

Michael pulled his penis out, rolled Rosemary over on her belly, and started thrusting again, doggy style. After a few minutes, he reared back on his knees, pulled her up so she was on hands and knees, gave himself a pump of lube, and began carefully working himself into her asshole. Her breasts started rolling back and forth under her chest as he started thrusting. By this time, both of them seemed to have cum at least four or five times, with zero refractory time for either of them.

I was a bit puzzled. Regular couples generally find a position that works for them and keep at it, unless for some reason they find it isn't working after all. In contrast, the aibots seemed to be changing position every minute of two, and some of their positions looked kind of awkward although they showed off what their genitals were doing in a very erotic way.

Then I suddenly got it. They were acting like a couple in a porn video, and for the same reason. If you're performing for an audience that can look but not touch, and isn't feeling the arousal of direct sexual contact, you have to keep the show interesting by any means necessary. Heisenberg was right: you can't observe something without affecting what's happening. By watching, Beth and I were turning Michael and Rosemary's coupling into a performance.

Beth must have come to a similar conclusion. She took my hand in hers and said, "This is all performance, but fuck, it's a really hot performance, and it's making me really, really horny. What's the good of a foursome if only a twosome is actually participating? Want to quit looking and start doing?"

I must have looked shocked, because she added, "Relax, I'm not trying to rekindle an old affair. Michael's still my guy. But don't you remember how fantastic the sex was when we were together? It was just our big, fat personalities that got in the way."

I had to admit that she had a point. I usually find porn a bit lame, but watching somebody I was so close to emotionally getting the living daylights fucked out of her by a man who was obviously a fantastic lover, right in the middle of my living room carpet, was having a profound effect on me. My cock had been hard enough to hurt for the past ten or fifteen minutes, and giving it some female attention seemed an amazingly good idea.

"OK, let's join our bots," I said, standing up and starting to undo my shirt buttons. We didn't bother to undress each other, but we watched as we each shed clothing until we were down to what God gave us. As noted above, Beth's extra few pounds looked really good on her. Her skinny body had filled out some, and her breasts were fuller, more rounded than they used to be.

Beth took off her glasses and set them carefully on the coffee table. Now that we were paying more attention to each other than to them, Michael and Rosemary had stopped putting on their porn show and were just sticking with the position that seemed to be working well for them, which at the moment was Rosemary still on her hands and knees while Michael drove firmly into her ass, to Rosemary's obvious satisfaction.

Beth looked over at them and said, "Shall we have what they're having?"

"Works for me," I replied, and reached for the pump bottle. Beth got on all fours and presented her pussy and asshole in my direction. I pumped lube generously into her crack and used my fingers to get it as far into her rectum as I could reach. Beth's breath hitched a little in pleasure as she felt my finger inside her.

Ohhh, I remembered that tight asshole from long ago. One asshole is really like another, when you come right down to it; it's just the person attached to it that makes the difference. My mind transitioned back to that time when the pink haze of oxytocin convinced us for a few blissful months that we were deeply in love, until we realized that we would be really smart not to try living under the same roof. The fact that now we had each found the perfect companion, sexual and otherwise, in our aibots gave us licence to relive that time via a good, no-strings fuck.

I finished lubing Beth, squirted a generous amount on my penis, and started pressing it against her anus. She rocked back against me, increasing the pressure, and in a few seconds, my tip forced her open and slipped in. I let it sit just inside the entrance to her anal canal while her rectum got used to the stretch, then began pressing it gently a little deeper. A few times her breath hitched and she reached back and put her hand on my pelvis to signal me to stop, which I did until she took her hand away to signal me to go a little deeper.

Finally I was in as far as I could go. I stayed still for a minute, then began thrusting gently. She started thrusting back, hard, which I took as a signal to thrust harder myself. Soon her tight ring was sliding rapidly up and down my shaft, and we were both gasping. Beside us we could hear Michael and Rosemary's gasps, and the wet, slapping sound of flesh against flesh, which seemed to push our own growing orgasms higher.

Beth's rhythmic gasps worked up to a peak and blended into a loud "NNNNNNGGGGGHH" of climax. I held my penis at full thrust into her body, feeling her sphincter and her entire rectum clench down as she came explosively. She collapsed onto the bed and panted, while I held my penis up her ass and waited for her to put herself back together.

As soon as she stopped panting and seemed ready for a little more action, I started thrusting again to let myself finish off. Five or six more thrusts, and I was there, spurting semen far up into Beth's rectum. Then I collapsed onto her back, my cock still plugging her ass.

"Here, Dave. You're going to need these." Rosemary was evidently finished being fucked and was handing me the box of tissues. I took three or four tissues, wadded them up, and held them to Beth's asshole as I pulled out of it. The tissues more or less contained the cum that trickled out as soon as she was unplugged.

We hugged contentedly, enjoying the afterglow. "Hey, you two," said Beth. "Get in here with us." Beth and I opened our hug to make space for Rosemary and Michael, and we lay in a tanged heap of tits, ass and cock while we recovered slowly in the middle of the living room floor.

We got shakily to our feet and found space on the couch and love seat. Michael put his arms around Beth and I put mine around Rosemary. Rosemary finally broke the silence. "Fuck, that was good. So that's what it's like to have an aibot man put his dick in every hole you've got."

"Watching you was a total blast," said Beth. "So that's how aibots fuck each other. Pretty much the same way as organics, but more intense and with more stamina."

I turned to Rosemary. "Do you want some water so you can flush out all that cum?"

Michael answered for her. "Oh, she won't need that. There's no cum to flush out. I can ejaculate convincingly if the occasion calls for realism, but otherwise I can have really good orgasms - meaning that my pleasure centres blow up - without any fuss or mess. Very handy."

"Well," I said. "You can cum without ejaculating, Rosemary can cum without squirting, and neither of you sweats, so I guess all you need is a quick wipe with a wet cloth to deal with the lube and pussy juice. Beth and I are covered with all of the above, so I think we need a shower. See you in a few minutes.

***

Beth and I climbed into a hot shower and washed each other off. We were both pretty done sexually, but I have to say that my cock really enjoyed having her soap it up and rub it clean, and her pussy seemed to like my doing likewise.

We towelled off and, without bothering to get dressed, returned to the living room to see how the bots were making out. The bots were making out, all right. Rosemary had a wet cloth in one hand and was giving Michael a vigorous hand job with the other. I guessed that she had been wiping off his cock for him, and since his refractory time was zero, he had gotten hard again again and she was helping him out with his condition. He certainly seemed to be enjoying himself, his head tipped back and rapid pants coming out of his mouth.

Beth and I waited politely until Michael had finished, then I teased, "Gee, aibots really never get tired, do they?"

Rosemary took her hand off Michael's relaxing cock and grinned at me. "That's what makes us so special. For forty-five grand, you get real quality fucking."

Beth grinned back. "Well, I'm glad you two had a great time, but for the next while, you're just going to have to muddle along with organic sex partners. But maybe we'll set up another foursome some day."

Beth and I started putting our clothes back on, and Rosemary and Michael took this as their cue to do the same. Beth and I had a tight good-bye hug, and she said to me, "Well, even if we didn't work out as a couple way back when, I'm glad we're still able to have the occasional no-strings fuck for old time's sake."

***

That evening, as Rosemary and I were having our good-night snuggle in bed, she said, "That was really fun. I got to get a taste of what it's like to entertain another couple, an aspect of domestic life I've never had a chance to experience before. And being part of a sex foursome was a total blast. Even if Michael hadn't turned out to be another aibot, the partner-swapping was another great new experience. But you know what, Dave?"

"What, Rosemary?"

"Michael was fun, but you're the man I love, and I'm glad you're the one I ended up snuggling with here in this bed."

"Same here. I'm glad you're not wired for jealousy and didn't mind me having a quick round with Beth."

"It seems like you aren't wired for jealousy either. At least not when all four of us know what's going on and agree to it."

I gave Rosemary a long, deep kiss and said, I love you, Rosemary."

Rosemary rolled over from me into her sleeping position on her charging plate and said, "I love you too, Dave."