Weekend With The Wife, I Mean, Colleague
Weekend With The Wife, I Mean, Colleague
Part 1
Peter Sen hovers over Akane Sen as he watches the automated maintenance bay carry out a few finishing touches in disassembling his wife. After a busy year, including three long months without any physical nearness to her, it was safest to go over everything that had accumulated by the end of the year in terms of low-priority problems.
A pair of slowly unwraps the skin from Akane's feet, exposing the human-like but robust feet beneath them. They were designed to carry a very heavy load, which was what Akane holding anything ways. On a couple of occasions, the floor had creaked in hard protest in some older buildings because she was actually putting more pressure on the flooring in an area than was recommended. Akane knew well enough, no, had smart enough programming, to divert and find alternative routes or tell whoever she was meeting to come down to see her instead. A few scans later, a few worn joints had been replaced and the entire assembly oiled and put back together, feet seamlessly wrapped back together that you could only tell the seams by the subtle hardness where her feet joined with her body.
Peter blushes a little and leans in to examine the detail with which many details expected in human feet had been replicated, taking care not to interfere with the bay too much. Perhaps he'd had too much trauma back when he had been kidnapped by his dad's 'ex-wife', but he found well-formed feet a bit fascinating. His fingers rounding over toes and soles and heels, feeling the landscape of whorls and veins, tracing over the them with delicacy as if seeking imperfection.
He finds plenty: an inch more here, an fraction less there, a scar from a childhood injury in a childhood that never truly happened the beginnings of a few corns that would never actually develop in full and were there just to delay wear and tear on the rest of the feet... Peter gulps. Perfect imperfection in his hands...
As a matter of personal shame to himself, in fact, the fetishes had piled up more since he started using his wife regularly as a testbed for new design and tech ideas for his "EducationalAssist" startup: ranging from skintight latex pulled against Akane's curvy body, to an entire hour of her being silent, to even temporary perversions of parts of her body and mind - he had once tried being the top for a change after giving her a cock of her own, though he soon realised that he did not swing that way and had abandoned the idea, though not before giving the disembodied pecker to his sponsoring company for further research, which the researcher taking charge of had been very keen on. strangely.
As a result, Akane Sen (or Unit 1, though he was loathe to use it outside of sanitized briefings with his sponsoring company) had developed some quirks, none of which were more than adorable except for the few he had to quickly fix or revert changes to remove. He had also developed some quirks too, though he was responsible to schedule his indulgence in them only on longer periods where she didn't have to commit to anything else.
Peter walks over to look down at Akane's blank face... He looks around her body idly, his eyes glancing as a pair of arms pulls apart her bosom, exposing the two special processors her silicon soul and every single bit of 480 exabytes she needed for work and personal living, kept safe normally by honeycombed bulletproof ribs and caging. His father had invented the original designs for the two chips, though he had made some very poor, life-threatening even, choices in training the original units. Peter had personally figured out how to simplify them to improve their abysmal yields at the lithographic foundries without losing too much of their capability, but he still kept a few of the originals that had flummoxed the printers badly and used them as emergency stock in case they broke.
"Akane, dear, do you have any commitments this next week or so, now that you're back home for the holidays?" Peter gingerly runs his fingertips over the special processors that give Akane an edge in the realistic sleeper games, as if there was such a game going on. (there probably was, but he was only interested in that work to give himself a more loving wife and... other things)
Akane's eyes focus on Peter's face, her own face remaining animated as she ignores the arms removing the iris overlays between her eyelid area face plate and camera sensors, swapping the cameras out due to her onroaching short-sightedness. It was terrifying just how much evidence she could stare in the face of her true self without having a runway condition or meltdown now, a nifty trick born from years of off-hours tinkering and a few scares where changes had caused her sleeper program to fail.
"I have no known commitments for the next... 24 days from now. I am all yours, Peter. Perhaps we should take a cruise?"
Peter winces. He HAD booked a cruise for two with a slightly oversized luggage allowance on a cruise line that had very liberal and optimized policies in favor of Autoslav companions, but a month ago, they had refunded him in full with additional vouchers and apologised that his cruise would no longer be available as scheduled. Some sort of infestation had been found on the ship during its maiden voyage through the Phiccabe Ocean and it would need to be thoroughly sterilized, inspected, and reapproved before it could sail again, probably in a year or two.
"I... erm, kind of considered against it. Seasickness makes me miserable." Peter laments, faking a reason. Just because she had good sleeper programming did not mean she was invulnerable against disappointment or a myriad of human traumas. In fact, he was beginning to suspect he had tinkered enough that those vulnerabilities were creeping into the code and he would find out the bad way one day... but right now, she was perfect to him as she was. No need to upset her with bad news if it didn't accompany previously announced good news.
Akane giggles as the iris overlays click back in place, momentarily glitching as her eyelid faceplate is clicked back in place, presenting a pair of watery blue eyes eternally in wonder with the world around her. Peter could never tire of that slightly pudgy nose, those small eyes... well, that wasn't entirely true.
He did love them the most, but he had room for other ways that Akane could be, he mused, as he walks up to a cupboard and opens it. It is a collection of disembodied heads, most of them with a slight resemblance to Akane's true face, each sitting atop a small pile of carefully folded clothing. There was a older daughter, a red-haired mousy youthful colleague with freckles and rimmed glasses, an older but well-kept mom with streaks of grey in a storm of jet black hair and subtle wrinkles of aging here and there across her face, a twin sister who looked basically like Peter if he had had prepubertal transgender transitioning and a lifetime of proper surgical care and hormones...
Peter pauses and frowns as he stares at a head that resembles his evil fake mom "Evangeline Maloxx" all too well. Her cruelty to him had been so harsh that when he tried making this fake raven-hared nasty, the personality overlay he'd worked on for it drove Akane's base programming to breaking point. He had spent a month picking up the pieces and working from backups, but he'd broken the Acady Cart it was on in a fit of rage... Perhaps a whole makeover of this head was in order as well.
Peter shrugs. He wasn't interested in making another new way for Akane to interact with the world in right now. He just wanted to have fun. He runs his fingers as he utters the words he needs to prepare her for her temporary new role. "Akane, override command, roleplay start."
Akane continues talking away, the faint seam between her head and her neck clicking into visibility. "I'm sorry for mentioning that, Peter... I mean, we can have lots of fun without going away somewhere exotic. I did promise I was going to bring you for- for-" She halts in mid conversation as the preparation interrupts her access to her personal data partition, all personal memories now sealed away to prevent cross contamination with her various roles, a precaution he now took after the Evangeline roleplay incident, however benign the code seemed on the personality overlay.
Peter eventually decides on which kind of roleplay he wants for the weekend, bringing the freckled redhead head to the side of Akane's own head along with the accompanying items. He picks the a small but bulky Acady Cart out of the pile beneath the head, carefully examining it to make sure it's not damaged. The format was originally intended to pack a full semester's worth of lessons into a Teaching Aide robot, but Peter had repurposed it to hold a different set of memories and knowledge data from its intended use. Fishing in the left side of Akane's chest that her left breast would have protected in normal function, he finds the empty cart reader and carefully pushes the Acady Cart in till it clicks.
Peter squints at the console screen next to the cartridge loader, cursing himself for making it a habit not to plug in his workpad for a bigger view whenever he prepped Akane for roleplaying. Was it about trying to hide a shameful habit that he couldn't just calmly deal with in the open? Regardless, he keeps watching to make sure everything works. Code: Select all
ACADY MK 3 TEACHING AIDE
UNIT ACADEMIC IDENTIFIER: BEREQUEL EDUCATIONALASSIST UNIT SITE CONTACT: PETER SEN .... NON-EMERGENCY ACCESS TO PERSONAL DATA PARTITION DISABLED LOADING ACADY CART "AKANE_COLLEAGUE_RP_V1_25" WARNING: NON-STANDARD LESSON PLAN DEFINITION WARNING: ACADY CART CONTAINS UNCERTIFIED PROGRAM EXECUTABLES. PLEASE ENSURE THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT WITHIN 120 SECONDS OR SHUTDOWN THIS UNIT AND REMOVE THE CARTRIDGE. EXECUTING "ROLEPLAY_STUB" DISCONNECTING "HEAD_AKANE_STANDARD" PLEASE REPLACE HEAD AND REBOOT, OR LEAVE HEAD IN PLACE AND REBOOT WITHOUT CARTRIDGE TO RESTORE NORMAL FUNCTION
Peter watches the cursor blink lazily, before he moves to carefully pop Akane's head off and carefully rest it onto a nearby protective stand for later, after he wants things to go back to normal. Carefully running his fingers around the connective bits and piping on both ends to make sure nothing can upset the process, he proceeds to click the new head in place, watching the seam fold up and hide itself completely, before putting his hands on Akane's breasts and gently maneuvering the protective chest plates beneath them back into place until the loud cacophony of clacks and slurps ends with her mounded breasts sitting atop seamlessly covered ribs.
Peter stretches himself a little. "Time to get ready myself." There was always a starting scenario coded into these personalities that he'd thought would make them more realistic. So far, he feels he's been right about that. For this one, he needs to be in his office at the start. "... Akane, override command: start roleplay from 'scenario_start' in 300 seconds. no additional flags."
Akane's voice comes on, this time slightly distorted into a young ingenue rather than the mature dulcet warmth he was used to. "Yes, Peter. See you soon, Peter."
Peter starts his way back up to the basement access door. He had time to make a nice cocoa and marshmallows in the five minutes before Akane started putting on his clothes, ascended the stairs, walked to the front door and started pretending she was someone else. He still had to call her Akane though - for some reason, after all the tinkering he'd done, he still could not get the unit to accept a different name during roleplay sessions.... probably a security limitation somewhere on the ACADY Teaching Aide android at its very base, he thinks, as he starts dumping a little cocoa powder into a mug...
Part 2
The doorbell rings. Peter Sen looks up and checks the clock on his terminal. Right on time. He gets out of his office chair and strides over to the front door, tapping a button to turn on the doorcam.
It is a winsome young redhead, standing on the inner locked porch, looking around anxiously as if it will get her a response faster. She is wearing a soft light pink sweater and a pleated miniskirt covered in tartans. On her freckled nose and cheeks is perched a pair of small round-framed glasses, through which a pair of emerald-green eyes are darting around with worry.
Peter smiles a little. Even having dictated every bit of how this scenario starts, putting together all the personality and responses, and even working on all the little bits that came together as a look, he still marvels at how different Akane feels when roleplaying as someone completely different. Even adding a second inner porch that was separately locked helped - he wouldn't dare leave Akane standing outside the house offline even for just a moment, not even in this safe neighbourhood. Having the porch helped her pretend she had just let herself in through the first gate.
"Uh, hello, Mr Sen. It's me, Akane, the temp agency sent me to help you with work today?" Akane looks around a bit more before burying her ears in her hands, squealing softly with fretting about what she'll do if Peter isn't in. "Oh, I should have called ahead, why didn't I do that?" It's just adorable how she's worrying her pigtailed head off about a thousand imaginary things.
Peter taps the doorcam button again. "Peter here. Hey there, let me buzz you through." The door clicks open as Akane literally almost falls through the doorway. "It's so cold out there today. Thank you for answering the door quickly!"
Peter smiles and nods, taking the inexperience little lady by one hand as he walks her through the hallway and into his office, calmly sitting Akane down at his usual seat in front of an open Word processor document before pulling up a spare he kept for guests. "How well can you do dictation typing, Akane?"
Akane rolls her eyes up a little, tapping a finger to one cheek thoughtfully. "I can do about 74wpm... maybe a bit less for odd words I'm totally not used to, Mr Sen."
Peter rests his hands on Akane's shoulders, gentle yet firm perches on either side of her stout neck. "Splendid, we'll get through the afternoon's work fast."
It is not entirely true that Peter only wants to roleplay. He's found after a few years of office work that he thinks way faster than he speaks, and certainly even faster than when he types. He'd added a bit of programming into Akane Redhead's Acady Cart to take dictation and produce actual typing at the same speed he opens his mouth. Plus maybe a bit of basic sandwichmaking and coffee brewing. And perhaps a few extras
After two hours of typing, Akane suddenly pauses after putting the final lines into Peter's first report for the weekend. "Mr Sen, sir?" She turns her head a little to glance at Peter sitting next to her. "I'm feeling a little hungry myself. Shall I make a light lunch and some coffee for you as well?"
Peter gives a faint 'oh'. The time certainly flies when they're having fun/working together... "Certainly. I do have some tuna in the larder, as well as some white bread, but if you want it, we also have ham and some eggs I preboiled earlier this morning... Personally, I prefer tuna with the egg."
Akane gets up from the chair, the chair giving a soft long squeaky moan of relief as her big hips part from the cushioning, her thick legs walking her into the kitchen. Peter follows her into the kitchen, standing by the doorway as she puts on a waist apron hanging near by and starts looking for a bowl big enough to mash egg into a can of tuna. A few minutes of work later, she is busy mashing together a tin of water tuna with one or two eggs, smiling as she does so.
Peter suddenly observes something. "Actually, it would be nicer if you could add some lemon and pepper to the mix as well." He idly notes.
Akane nods and drops the big spoon, letting it rest in the warm beige and white-speckled mixture. "Of course, Mr Sen, let me go get those condiments." As she turns away from the bowl, Peter suddenly speaks up again. "Akane, override command, pause."
Akane puts her lifted leg down firmly, her body determining the safest way to keep her in a stable standing position from her previous movement on the fly, freezing into the very picture of a red-haired ingenue, Her eyes locked onto the condiment shelf and fruit basket full of fruits including the lemons she wanted to reach for, one arm stretching out. A small open-mouthed smile is frozen on her lips, the tell-tale sign of clear tooth braces working to fix a few crooked teeth faintly gleaming behind her open lips. The very picture of feminity in the kitchen.
Peter walks over and stands next to Akane, letting his eyes roam over Akane's looks. This was always one of his favorite little fetishes now, telling her to pause all functions, turning her into a statue, rendering her unable to react or feel or think for as long as he wanted. In fact, he was working on a 'photo mode' function to add to all her roleplay personalities so he could pose her more easily in this state. In a moment of mischief, he pulls up the front of Akane's skirt, exposing a youthful choice of of panties: a pale pink cotton low-cut, with a pair of ribbons embroidered into the top elastic hem.
He puts his hand inside them, smiling as he finds what he was hoping for - the warm moist feel of her labia, slightly dampened with faint traces of vaginal lube, the sweet smelling clear stuff sticking to his fingers as he withdraws them. Even deep beneath the roleplay, there was a woman desiring him to make love to her. He'd oblige her a little later, but not right away - he quietly tidies Akane up, shifting her skirt down as well as he can, before standing back a little. "Akane, override command: resume."
Akane beeps a few times before she springs back into full life, her fingers tracing the condiments section before grabbing some black pepper in a cracking bottle and a lemon spritzer and returning to the bowl, placing them by the side. She continues mixing the tuna and egg, occasionally pausing to crack some pepper or spray a squirt of lemon juice into the mix. A quick few cuts on some bread with a knife and a careful ladling later, she leaves a small tray of lemon/pepper tuna/egg finger sandwiches on the table as she walks over to the sink to clean up the bowl after working on them.
After a contenting light meal and coffee, the hard work resumes as Akane listens to Peter and taps out another document.
Peter thinks for a moment. "... And in conclusion, I believe that this new policy would be for the best when we deploy units into colleges situated in locations with... serious problems dealing with women, and/or technology, especially when both are combined together. It will necessitate an increase in the cost for the client, which we should mitigate by counting the spend as a discount on the bond they are required to post.... Akane, done. Save it as Document Two and we're done for the day."
Akane looks up, grinning. "Wow, I thought I'd be slower than this. You love to use a lot of the same words as my teachers in college..."
Peter has a moment of puzzlement on his face, before he goes "oh". "Ah yes, you're wearing a Payden State University sweater."
Akane nods slowly. "I'm not the smartest person on campus, but I did well enough to get my tuition paid.... not the rest of my costs though. That's why I moonlight like this whenever I can, after finishing my homework."
Peter rubs her shoulders from behind. "You're always welcome to come here anytime you need help or just want to hang out with us, Akane. I'll be expecting more sandwiches and coffee."
Akane blushes and nods. "You're such a nice guy, Mr Sen..."
Peter thinks for a moment, before reaching in front of Akane and typing a shutdown command on his terminal. "Well, if you'd like, there IS one more thing I wouldn't mind if you could do for me..." He observes, sitting down on the guest chair, looking behind briefly to check that it's stable and firm enough for what he's about to do. "Akane, could you come over here to where I'm sitting, and face your back to me?"
Akane eager beavers her way to stand in front of Peter. "Yes, Mr Sen?"
Peter gingerly reaches his hands on either side of her hips and pulls her into his lap, one hand reaching for the front of her skirt and lifting it to expose her cute undies. This causes Akane to gasp.
"Mr Sen, are we s-supposed to do this? I don't think the temp agency covers this kind of act-act-activity..." She stutters, a warm shade of red developing over her dull red freckles, her eyes looking down with a little alarm.
Peter looks mischeviously at Akane's newfound anxiety from behind her. "Just think of it as a little tip and a different kind of tuition." He unzips his trousers and shifts Akane until she can feel the warmth of his shaft beneath her labia through her cottons, before he tugs them to one side and makes her feel it directly. This makes Akane sit bolt upright, her nipples stiffening inside her sweater.
Akane quivers. "Mr Sen, I-I-I feel weird. Good, yet nasty.... What is this sensation?"
Peter helps Akane out by tugging at the front of her sweater, exposing a pair of naked firm buxom breasts, pink tips engorged with stiffness and excitement. "You've never done this have you? Well, why don't you let me ease you into it..." He starts by gently pushing his stiff cock into her vaginal, feeling the warm damp of her folds as he watches her response, slowly pumping her body in a slow rhythm.
Akane panics, an inexperience and uncertainty in her movements as she tries to turn herself a little to look back at Peter. "Mr S-Sen... I should be g-g-going home now to s-study... why do I want to s-stay?" Her eyes half close as she loses herself in the pleasure that Peter being in her always brings to the table, now amplified by her lack of expectations or experience. "Can I s-stay tonight, Mr S-S-Sen.... there will be no extra charges-ges for this extra w-work..."
Peter nods and peels Akane off of her, gingerly princess carrying her into his bedroom and gently resting her on his bed, There is a lot of ruffling as Peter slowly disrobes Akane, dropping the clothing down by the side of the bed. He takes her glasses off to put on the bedside table, then leans in to examine Akane's face as he gets in bed on top of her. "Oh good, I was worried about those for a moment," He teases her jokingly, before beginning to explore her body by applying his tongue to her stiff nipples even while rubbing his paws all over her silken flesh...
Peter lies tiredly on top of Akane. She was always a goddess in bed, even refracted through a personality without any experience or expertise in the arts of the bedroom. He'd had to take the lead almost all the way, but that was refreshing in its own way. Just a few steps away from rubbing his fingers all over the naked innards of her body, but still as arousing. For some reason, he couldn't find that exciting with any other android, only with Akane. Weird habit, that... He rolls off of her and checks the clock on his side of the table. It had been a long day... it would probably be okay to sleep with her in this state and clean up fully in the morning.
Akane watches Peter, her body curving and mounding sinuously as she lies half-twisted in bed. "Mr Sen, thank you for a profitable afternoon and a wonderful evening..." She shivers briefly, eyes closing up from the afterglow. "Perhaps I'll take you up on your offer."
Peter nods. Akane was probably almost out of power from her hijinks for the day. "Akane, override command: pre-sleep. I'm sure we'll find a lot of other things that might interest you besides just work and... play."
Akane slowly shifts her body to sleep straight and flatly against the bed, her arms shifting to her sides before slowly resting in the bedding. "I would love to do more interesting things with you. I'd like to make sure my studies come first though, sorry about that. I'm still kind of a traditional girl about... this kind of thing."
Peter reaches over and takes one of her wrists, pinching it twice while looking at his watch. One beat every three seconds over a period of thirty seconds... he was only getting one beat in all that time - she was down to about ten percent or less of her reserves, it was certainly time to put her to bed and recharge her. "Akane... good night. Override command: sleepytime..."
Akane starts slurring her words more. "Good night, Mr Sen... sweet dreams.. I know I wurrrllll" Her face freezes in mid sentence, her irises fading to expose the camera sensors beneath them as she shuts down for the night.
Peter chuckles and pats her belly a little, feeling the warmth leaving her body very gradually. He pulls the covers over their bodies, watching her face until the bedroom lights turn out, before he closes his own eyes and yawns a little...