Doris had lived a long hard life, but she’d survived it by being adaptable. She’d used her body to great effect for three decades to extract money from her clients by becoming whatever they wanted. For multiple men in one night, she could be anything from the kinkiest slut, to the most innocent maiden, and everything in between. She had quite literally seen it all in the bedroom, and nothing surprised her anymore. But as her looks faded, she was no longer sought after, and eventually retired from the sex work. When Del Corp had given the former sex worker the chance to ply her trade again, she’d jumped at the opportunity. For a time she was very happy, but eventually felt there was little room for advancement, until Riley Harper came along. The young blonde woman was stunning, and didn’t seem to realize it. Probably didn’t even know how good she could have it with that body. Marcus knew immediately that she would be of great use for Del Corp. Doris had thought the same, even though she’d kept a cool exterior. She was already imagining how fun it would be to download into Riley’s skin and use her body again and again in service of her growing list of clients. The girl would be on everyone’s requested list in a matter of weeks. Then Marcus had gone and fucked everything up by keeping secrets, like the fact that Riley was married. According to company guidelines, she should have been let go immediately. A married remote worker was deemed too risky for the company. This fact proved true after her husband, Ben Harper, figured out something was very wrong in less than a week with her time at the company. That’s why Del Corp stuck with single, primarily unattached people. No one would notice if they suddenly became obedient pawns for a company that serviced the elite in their area. Marcus had put everyone in Del Corp at risk, and worst of all, he really had no plan on what to do next. Like any typical man, he was only thinking with his dick. That’s why it had been easy to pretend to be an office drone he’d requested. All she’d had to do was keep a vacant expression on her face while she sucked him off in order to learn what he’d been up to. Now thanks to the blackmail she had on him, she would conspire with him to turn this into something great. If their venture blew up in their faces, so be it. She was 81 years old and her health was on the decline. Marcus would be the one that would be screwed, not her. But if this worked the way she hoped it would, maybe the board would reward her with something much more than money and power. But first she had to set things in motion with great care, and a small portion of luck. While still in that office drone, she’d made Marcus eat her out while telling him her ideas. They both agreed it was too risky to leave Riley alone with her husband. No matter how good the nanites were at enforcing the brainwashing program, Riley was bound to spill the beans sooner or later. So Doris would hand off her regular clients to her fellow sex workers over the course of the next day. Then at the end of her shift, she would download into Riley, and wear her as a suit until she could be parked in front of her computer screen like a good little drone. It had almost worked perfectly. Arrangements had been made, and Doris shuffled off most of her clients to her colleagues. When she had time, she kept up to date on what was going on in the Harper household through the bug that had been planted on Ben’s phone. She had one client she needed to take care of herself near the end of the day. She didn’t mind, because it put her in the body of a buxom redhead, and the client was enthusiastically fucking her brains out. But then abruptly, the connection had been severed. For a moment, she thought she was dead, but then she awoke to loud beeping, predicated on Marcus’s impulsive action to drag her mind back to her body. When he told her why he’d done it, she didn’t waste time telling him he’d been reckless. She just told him to download her consciousness into Riley immediately, trusting that Marcus would have the wherewithal to cover things up on his end. As Doris waited in the pod, she saw Marcus ping Riley’s bracelet. As soon as the girl obediently answered his summons and went to her laptop, Doris would be in. She waited for what seemed like an eternity, which didn’t make sense. The nanites should be making her want to run to that laptop. As the seconds ticked by, Doris figured that either Riley was fighting hard against her programming, or her husband was keeping her from obeying. Either option was a problem. She was about to tell Marcus to drive to their house, when her body stiffened. The upload was imminent, and she felt the pull in her mind towards the body of a new host. “Don’t fuck up your end,” she said coldly to Marcus through the glass. She blinked, and was suddenly somewhere else. Her favorite part about downloading into a remote worker was usually the first few seconds. The aches and pains of her actual body were suddenly gone. Her eyesight was sharp, her senses heightened. And that was all just the initial sensations. The stamina and pleasure she had access to in these younger bodies was always wonderful. Young people had it so good! The light in this new room was dim, with only the glow from the laptop screen. Riley must have rushed in and not bothered to turn on a light in her haste to obey Marcus’s command. It was a small space, and didn’t look very professional, clearly just a slapped together home office. Doris heard pounding on the door behind her. She stood, and felt two heavy breasts jiggle as she got to her feet. A buoyant pair like these were so welcome compared to the saggy tits on her actual body. Doris went to the door, and prepared Riley’s face. Even though it was not her own, she knew how to mold and shape it so that she could get what she wanted with just a look. Thanks to the bug on Ben’s phone and Riley’s reports to Marcus, Doris knew that Riley had been acting as a subservient little sex slave to Ben the last 24 hours. She hadn’t fought that, cause she was in love with the guy. But that all changed now. Ben was obviously more suspicious of Del Corp than ever, and since being an obedient drone hadn’t alleviated the problem, Doris would change tactics. As Ben brought his fist down to bang on the door again, it hit nothing but air as his wife flung it open. She was glaring at him with a hard expression he’d never seen on her before, not even during their worst arguments. Even though he was determined to get to the bottom of whatever was going on, her look gave him pause. “I’m finished,” his wife said coldly. “They just needed me to submit an important document I forgot to attach earlier.” As an added bonus she added with obvious sarcasm, “Thank you for being patient.” “Um…” Ben stammered. He suddenly found himself on the defensive. He needed to take back control with a simple command. “That’s…fine. Go sit down and let’s finish our conver-” “Nope, I’m good thanks!” she said bitterly, crossing her arms and staring up at him defiantly. “You wanna fight, we can have this out standing up. That way I can walk away if you say something stupid. Given your incessant pounding on the door when I needed to do something for WORK that shouldn’t take long.” It was a bit of a gamble. Doris was trying to glean more information as she didn’t know exactly what had spiked Ben’s suspicions while she’d been getting fucked in the body of a busty redhead. Marcus hadn’t been able to fill her in, so she was playing catch up. She hoped putting Ben on the defensive would do the trick and buy her time to extract any relevant details and ammunition. “I said something stupid?” Ben spluttered. “Are you joking? You’re the one who's been saying crazy shit! Telling me that Marcus told you to treat me like a client. Almost saying Marcus’s name while we were having sex. Seriously, Riles, I don’t see how any of this is my fault! But…I’m not sure it’s yours either. I think that maybe Del Corp did something to your brain and-” But Ben couldn’t finish that thought, as his wife firmly put a finger to his lips. “Let me stop you right there,” she said with fire in her eyes. “The thing Marcus said, it was a joke. I knew you were jealous of him, which is silly, because I’ve been fucking YOU, and quite a bit, haven’t I?” Ben stepped back like she’d slapped him, and eyed his wife carefully. “You’re just…you’re acting like a different person every day. Each morning, I don’t know which version of Riley I’m going to get. The one that’s distant and doesn’t want me to touch her, or the one that says ‘fuck’ and acts like a porn star, or the completely submissive one that does whatever I want.” Riley folded her arms and returned his gaze. Her eyes softened a little as she sighed. “I think I see what’s happening here, Ben. You don’t understand that I’m changing as a person.” “What does that mean?” Ben asked, glad to hear Riley’s tone calm a little. “You know that I was pretty conservative before we got together, right? All young and naive. I think that was something you liked about me.” “Yeah, of course,” Ben agreed. “But that’s just who you are, and that’s-” “But I’m allowed to change, right? We’re married, and now I’ve had sex, and that’s opened me up to a lot of new experiences, and I’m trying to find out who I am sexually. I’ve been trying out different things to see what I like, what YOU like. I gotta say, you really seemed to like the whole submissive thing today. I mean, I can’t believe what you had me do with the cereal.” Ben’s face went red as he thought about all his wife had done for him earlier that day. It had all been an act! “I, uh, I really thought that, um…that maybe you’d been…” “What?” she scoffed. “Brainwashed? That Del Corp injected me with nanites that program me into being a good little sex toy.” After a few awkward seconds of silence, Ben finally said, “Uh…yeah. You…you cooked, Riley? An amazing meal. You’ve never done that before.” “Unfreaking believable!” Riley exclaimed as she threw up her hands. She looked around the room, and saw her phone on the table. “Well, let me just check something real quick,” she snapped. She picked up her phone, opened the browser history, and her face split into a victorious smile. “Look at my history, Ben.” She threw him the phone. “It’s all about how to prepare a meal. I’ve been practicing, you jerk. For you! Cause I know I suck at cooking. I see it in your face every time you take a bite of something I tried to make, so I’m making a real effort. But wait wait wait, maybe that’s my evil corporate overlords whole big plan. To help me cook better meals for you. You know how crazy that sounds, Ben? It seems like I finally got a great job that makes us some decent money and you’re determined to ruin it because of your overactive imagination!” She turned around in a huff and began striding towards their room. Ben felt like he’d been punched in the gut, but rallied quickly and chased after his wife. “Riley, wait, I’m sorry, I-” She whirled around when she heard him coming down the hall after her. “No, I’m sorry that I married such an insecure man who is crazy paranoid and doesn’t trust me!” “I DO trust you!” “You think I wanna sleep with my boss!” “Well…” Ben said, even as his brain told him to not continue. “You said his name during sex. Or almost did. And you said that your ass was off limits because it was claimed by someone-” Riley stomped right up to him and raised a hand towards his face. Ben flinched, thinking she was going to slap him. But her palm just gently rested on his cheek as she stared intently into his eyes. “No dummy!” She sighed, and her shoulders slumped. When she spoke next, her previous anger had greatly diminished. “When I said that, I just meant I wasn’t in the mood right then to do anal. It wasn’t, ‘we can’t do that cause my ass belongs to my boss!’ Geez!” Ben suddenly felt very, very mad at himself. “I…I’m sorry. There’s just been so much that’s been changing since you took this job. And…I haven’t handled it well, and I’m sorry. I won’t be paranoid anymore, I promise.” The left side of Riley’s lip quirked upwards. “Well, I’m sorry if my becoming a more sexual person has made you become a jealous ogre sometimes.” The two looked at each other for a long time, and Ben was so happy that at the end of even the worst fights, they were still committed to loving each other. Finally, Ben opened his arms, and Riley stepped into them, and they embraced. “So, we’re good?” he asked, his hands sliding up and down his wife’s back as he held her. “I suppose,” she teased. “But…well, I suppose since I’m being honest about my sexual awakening, I’d better fill you in on some stuff I’ve been collecting.” “You’ve been collecting…sex stuff?” Riley stepped back from Ben, and her expression was sly and seductive. “Yeah. I’ve come into possession of some costumes and toys. I thought during a birthday or some other special occasion, I’d let you pick out something to try. Something I’d wear, or let you use on me.” “I…what? Can I see?” Riley’s eyebrows went up, and her face became stern again. “Sure, Ben. But that’s all. Even though I forgive you, but we are not having sex. You’ve lost access to my body for tonight.” Her hand moved up to cup her boob, which she playfully began to squeeze. “Who knows, maybe you’ve lost access for the whole weekend. We’ll just have to see if I’m still married to a paranoid jerk tomorrow.” With that she turned and walked into their bedroom. She looked back and said, “You coming?” Ben nodded, and followed quickly. He was still trying to come to terms with everything his wife had just told him. She was changing. Learning. Growing. Of course she was, and he’d been too stupid to see it. Of course his wife’s thoughts and feelings would adapt after she began having a healthy sex life. Sex did that. And he’d been a part of it. And now she wanted to do more, and he’d almost ruined that! He wondered what kinds of things she’d been buying. But with what money? “Hey, wait a second Riles. You said you’ve been collecting stuff. When did you buy these thi-” “Shh sh sh,” she said, as she reached up and took out a large black duffel bag hidden behind a box in their bedroom closet. She brought it over to the bed and unzipped it. “Some of these items were from friends as late wedding presents. A few I got on sale when we did have a little money.” She winked at him. “If you don’t like them, I’ll try and take them back.” She bit her lower lip, and extracted a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs and put them on the bed. She took out a french maid costume. A bright pink latex costume complete with a mask. Some nipple clamps. A buttplug. A few things that Ben wasn’t exactly sure what they were for. And finally, the largest black dildo Ben had ever seen. She laid it all out on the bed, then winked at him after looking inside the bag. “There’s more. But I think you’ve seen enough for now.” Ben’s mind was already fantasizing as he thought about how to incorporate what she’d just shown him. He was thinking about his wife in that latex outfit. About how tight it would be on her body. How her boobs would look amazing in it. About how he’d handcuff her to the bed frame while she wore it, and maybe get those nipple clamps, and then have her clean the house in that french maid costume while he… His face fell as she began to put everything quickly back into the bag. “Hey, no, you don’t have to, put that stuff back!” he pleaded. “If you wanted to do something, tonight could still be special! We had an argument, so we should have makeup sex, right? Cause I was wrong. I admitted it. I was a big fat idiot face. And you forgave me, right?” She pursed her lips contemplatively, then shook her head. In a sensuous, teasing voice, she said, “Yes, Ben. But I told you, WE are not having sex tonight. But you can watch as I use one of these items on myself. You can stay and watch the whole time, as long as you don’t touch me. Understand?” Ben looked, and saw that Riley hadn’t put everything back in the bag. The long, thick dildo was still on the bed. His mouth fell open as he took her meaning. She was going to fuck herself with that thing in front of him, and he wasn’t allowed to touch her. The thought of being so close to her while she got herself off with that monster cock made him so hard. It was also exciting to him that she’d gone so far the other direction kink wise. From a robotic submissive, to this domineering persona. “Okay, Riles,” he said happily. “Whatever you say.” She grinned and winked at him. “That’s more like it. Now take off your clothes.” He quickly shrugged off his shirt and sweatpants under his wife’s watchful eye. For the second time in a week he felt like he was under a microscope as she peered at him as if for the first time. “Mm, not bad,” she whispered. “That’s a real nice package you’re sportin’ hubby. Shame you won’t be able to deliver it into my overnight box.” He smiled at her lame joke, then begged one more time, “Riley, please. At least let me-” She cut him off with a shaking finger. “No sir. If you whine or complain, you don’t get to watch.” Ben shut his mouth. “Good boy,” she said silkily. “Now stay right there. If you’re really good, maybe in a little while, I’ll let you get a little closer.” Ben was just a foot away from the bed and quipped, “I think this is pretty close.” “You say that now,” her voice suddenly dripping with lust. “But just you wait. Very soon, you’re gonna want to be so close, you can feel the heat from this body.” Ben watched with rapt attention as his wife laid back onto the bed and began to feel herself up. Her hands moved slowly, sensuously. She seemed in no hurry. Her only goal seemed to be to explore every curve, every inch of skin, as if her own body were a new mystery to her. She let out soft little moans, and as she did all this, her eyes never left her husband. Ben's eyes did not stay locked on Riley's. They darted furiously all over, trying to track every place she touched, every place she gave herself goosebumps. He kept coming back to her mouth though, which seemed to be opening often as she moaned louder than usual, as if all this were a show she was putting on just for him. She made everything look so damn hot. The way she stroked her face, and used two fingers pull her lip down. She ended up sucking those fingers for a solid minute. It was like she found her whole body to be one big erogenous zone. This was not like the Riley he'd married 6 weeks ago. But it was his wife now. Maybe their love life had unlocked this new, exciting part of her, and Ben would soon reap the rewards. He wanted to leap onto her. To help her enjoy her body. To lick and touch and suck wherever would give her the most pleasure. Twice he inched forward, but twice she smirked and shook her head back and forth. He stopped, and kept watching. He wanted her. Needed her. But he'd crossed a line with his jealous behavior. He knew that now. She'd just been doing her job, and also trying to give him what he wanted sexually as a submissive partner. Ben was so embarrassed how he’d pushed Riley in his silly way of testing to see if she was programmed by them. As she’d lapped up that cereal, as she’d roleplayed as a sexbot, she’d been doing all that for him. All to make HIM happy. He’d given her nothing in return. Until now. She was getting hers, and he could only watch. It was what he deserved. Riley's legs were spread, and finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she moved her fingers to her inner thighs. She smiled at Ben, and seemed to know that this excited him. He couldn't get any harder, but his breathing quickened as she got closer and closer to her pussy. She came so close to it as she ran her fingers up and down her smooth legs. But less than half an inch away, she traced back up her legs. He just wanted her to touch herself there! To bury her fingers in her slippery cunt. He knew it was wet! He could fucking see it! He wanted to yell, ‘Just fucking touch yourself, please!’ But he didn't. He let her tease him as long as she wanted if it helped make it right between them. It was still a privilege to be in the room. If the scales were to be even, he should not have this front row seat to her pleasure after almost knocking down her office door when he hadn’t trusted her. He’d let his jealousy and imagination blind him. But she loved him enough to invite him to watch, to see what a seductress she'd become. “Hand me the dildo, Ben,” she said, snapping Ben out of his thoughts. He looked at the big black dildo lying next to her. She could have gotten it herself, but then she'd have to stop letting her fingers glide up her inner thigh. So Ben obediently picked it up. The artificial phallus was hefty. And girthy. He was proud of his dick, but it was nothing like this meaty thing. He wondered if she should work up to something like this. She might not be able to stick it in. Hopefully she wouldn't hurt herself if she- “Give it to me, Ben,” she ordered. Not wanting her to have to ask a third time, he handed it to her. She took it with one hand. But she didn't position it between her legs. As one hand continued to trace up and down her inner thigh, she brought the dildo up to her face. She opened her mouth, and let her tongue flick it once, twice, then she opened her mouth wide, and pushed it in. She gave an exaggerated moan as it went deep into her mouth. Ben didn't know how she wasn't gagging by now. Still, she pushed it in deeper, till surely the tip was hitting the back of her throat. But she gave no sign of discomfort. She just looked at him and moaned until an impressive portion of it was shoved into her mouth. It was here, in this moment, that her other hand finally made contact with her pussy. Ben almost missed it, but his eyes were good at tracking his wife's subtle movements. He saw the moment her right middle finger parted her pussy lips. He heard it as well. A wonderful, wet squelching sound that let him know how incredibly turned on she was. The moan she let out now was not for show. It was the real deal. Her body shook, and his eyes snapped back up to her mouth, as he watched her pull out the big black cock from her mouth. She brought it down to her crotch and held it in front of her snatch with both hands. She slowly pushed the tip in, then shoved it deep into her forcefully in one go. “Ooh that’s tight!” she gasped. “Just how I like ‘em. Do you like my tight pussy, Ben?” “Y-yeah,” he said loudly. “I love your tight pussy.” “This big black cock sure is stretching me out, Ben. Do you see it?” “I do,” he said, and he found himself leaning towards her, trying to see and hear everything, wanting to feel the heat from her pussy. “Do you wish you were closer now, Ben?” she gasped. He nodded. He wished it were his cock going in and out of her, but at the same time, he loved watching what his wife was doing to herself. “Say it, sweetie,” she ordered between shunted breaths. “I wish I were closer. I wish my face were right in front of your pussy. That I could smell you. Taste you.” “That can be arranged,” she giggled. She pulled the dildo out of her cunt, and held up the glistening end to him. “Go ahead,” she said. “Smell it.” He looked at her curiously, as if he’d misunderstood her meaning. “You wanted to smell me, Ben. Well there you go. It’s been inside me. See how it’s glistening all the way up to, wow, I’ll bet that’s 10 inches. Put your nose to it, and smell it.” Ben shut his mouth, held it to his nose, and took a faint sniff. It was her smell. A mixture of her fragrant body wash, sweat, and her unique musky arousal that was uniquely hers. He exhaled, closed his eyes, and then took a long deep breath through his nostrils. “It’s so good, Riles. You smell so amazing.” “Thank you Ben,” she said sweetly. “Now, taste it.” Ben opened his eyes and saw that his wife was slowly rubbing her clit while she watched him. He looked at the dildo, and had some misgivings about actually putting it in his mouth. It was, well, it was a dick. An artificial one to be sure, but he’d never wanted to suck a dick ever. Not even a fake one. “You want to taste me, don’t you?” Riley pouted. “And you want to be a good boy for me, right? If so, you’ll stick out that long tongue of yours, and lick it. Get as much of my juices in your mouth as you can. Lick it clean, and maybe I’ll give you a reward.” As soon as she said that, Ben found himself incredibly motivated to do whatever his wife asked, even if it involved him putting his mouth on a fake dick. He didn’t hesitate like before, but made a show of sticking his tongue far out, and began licking it eagerly. It was so warm. Tangy. Salty. He could not get enough. At some point, he closed his eyes and became lost in her taste. “You look so hot right now,” his wife giggled. “But I think you won’t be able to get it all unless you suck it.” Ben nodded, opened his mouth wide, and shoved the dildo into his mouth. He knew what this looked like, and didn’t care. If this turned his wife on, seeing him do this, he’d do it. All while tasting her sweet pussy all over this thing. And he could taste her pussy all over on this thing. He was licking and sucking it for all he was worth, then he heard his wife say, “Push it in deeper, baby. Gag for momma.” Despite his better judgment, Ben obeyed. He pushed the dildo farther in, and immediately triggered his gag reflex. He pulled it out as he started coughing and sputtering. Meanwhile, Riley couldn’t stop laughing. “Got a bit more respect about what we girls go through, don’t you young man.” Ben caught his breath and steadied himself, then looked at his wife with a smile. “Young man?” he said. “I’m barely older than you.” “Don’t you want your reward,” she said, silencing him with a stern expression. “Yes please!” he said, her odd turn of phrase forgotten. “Your reward is, you get to put that big dildo back inside me, and make me cum with it while I play with these big boobies that you love so much.” “Are you sure I can’t-” he began, but a raised eyebrow from his wife told him that no, he couldn’t. “C’mon, lover,” she cooed. “While it’s still nice and slick from your tongue. Push it back inside me. And don’t be gentle.” Ben shuffled closer with his wife’s blessing. “Remember, no touching,” she said as she spread her legs wide for him. Her fingers pulled her lower lips apart so he had a clear view of her most intimate area. Ben wrapped his fingers around the phallus, and began to move forward. He’d never wanted to touch her more, but it was so hot being told not to. He pressed the tip of the dildo to her pussy, his spit mixing with her juices. Then he began to push. She parted for the thick black member, and vaginal walls seeming to suck it in. “Keep going,” she panted. As Ben pushed inch after inch of this thing into his wife, he hoped it wouldn’t give him a complex next time he was inside of her, knowing that she could take something this big. Especially since she seemed to love it. “Fuck me with it!” she yelled passionately. He obliged, and began pulling it out, then thrusting it back in like he’d seen her do. She writhed and played with her big tits and sucked her fingers and ran her hands all over herself. Somewhere amidst her pleasure, she’d stopped making eye contact with Ben, almost like she’d forgotten he was in the room. That didn’t matter to Ben. He’d begun to stroke his own cock in the rhythm of his thrusts with the other hand. Riley’s eyes were shut as she asked, “You want to touch me, don’t you?” “Yes,” Ben croaked. “You find me incredibly sexy. Say it,” she moaned. “I find you incredibly sexy, Riley.” Her eyes opened, and she narrowed them as she looked at him. “Don’t say my name. Just tell me how much you want me in this body.” Ben nodded. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted you more. I mean, damn Ri- er, I don’t think your body has ever been sexier to me. You’re acting like a, a…” “Say it,” she smirked. “Like a slut,” he finished. “And not cause I told you to, but…because you wanted to.” “Mmm,” she purred. “Yes. I want to be a slut, Ben. I want to dress like a slut and show this body off. I know what it does to other men. They want me, Ben. They want your hot, sexy wife.” Ben normally didn’t really like to think about that, about his wife being a sex object for other men. But in that moment with his hand stroking his dick and his wife sounding like a porn star, it was really working for him. “They do, babe. I see the looks your body gets when we go out. Guys eye banging you. You act oblivious, and that’s something I always liked about you, your naivete. But…” “But I’m not naive anymore, am I, Ben?” she finished for him. “I know what this body can do. I know how easily I could get any man off with it. Look at that dildo that you’re fucking me with, Ben.” Ben did. “Imagine that’s another man’s cock. A big, thick, black dick that is just pounding my pussy. You’d like to watch that, wouldn’t you…” Ben slowed his thrusting. He was still very turned on, but didn't like that mental image. That another man would ever actually be allowed to do that to his wife. “Um…no, Riles. I only ever want to be the guy who-” Her hand landed on his wrist, stopping the dildo from going deep into her again. “Ooh, I’m sorry! You just said the one word you can’t say while we’re having sexy time. So I’m afraid that’ll be it for tonight.” “Whaaat!” Ben whined. “What are you talking about? What word?” She pulled the dildo from his grasp, and began to slowly fuck herself with it again. “The word, ‘no.’ We don’t say ‘no’ when we’re being intimate from now on. We’ll play along, and indulge in each other’s fantasies. That’s how we’ll learn what each other likes.” “Um…okay, but…” he began. “What about what we don’t-” “No buts, Ben,” she added. “Not if you want a chance at touching this delectable body tomorrow. Now here’s what you’re gonna do, cause I don’t want you to cum between now and then. You’re gonna go take a cold shower, then come back and go to sleep. You might want to bring some earbuds though, cause I might get a little loud.” She began to thrust into herself earnestly, and for several seconds, Ben watched his wife, until she said, “Stay another second longer and you don’t get this all weekend.” And just like that, Ben was gone. “Good boy!” Riley called out after him. “And I’ll know if you’ve jerked off!” As Ben walked into the bathroom and flipped on the light, all he wanted to do was to masturbate to everything his wife had just done and said. But if this is what she really wanted, to tease him, make him save up so he could shoot a big load into her, he’d do what she asked. He was really liking this new Riley. She’d grown so much. He had hit the lottery with her. The cold water did the trick, making his hard dick retreat. Unfortunately, it also made him very wide awake as he sauntered back into his bedroom. He thought he’d shoot his shot one last time. “So, change your mi-” “Shh…” she said as she expertly felt herself up while stirring the dildo inside her. “Get in bed and no talking, or you're on the couch.” This would end up being a torture unlike anything Ben had ever known. He couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t talk. Couldn’t touch himself. All he could do was listen as his wife got herself off over and over and over again right next to him. He could have gotten up and gone to the couch. But he didn’t want to miss a single sound or smell. His dick throbbed for attention, and he almost wrapped his fingers around his shaft several times, but would stop himself at the last second. Riley went for a solid hour, cumming countless times. Finally, she grew tired. She pulled the dildo out of her and threw it on the floor at the foot of the bed. “You still awake?” she asked softly. “Yeah,” Ben replied hopefully. “That’s so cute,” she giggled. Then she curled her fingers around his hard dick, and gave it a firm but loving squeeze. “Good boy,” she said as his breathing suddenly stopped and his whole body tensed. She let go a second later and rolled over. “Good night.” He’d almost cum. Just from one perfect squeeze. It took Ben another 30 minutes of restless fidgeting to get to sleep after that. At some point in the middle of the night, Riley got up wrote a note for her husband. Then she went to her home office and typed out a message on the screen. Then she ended the ongoing connection. Her head jerked slightly, and she looked down at herself, wondering why she was naked. But then she saw the message on the screen. “Marcus needs you to crunch some numbers in the program. Get to work.” Riley felt tired, like her body had run a marathon. But if Marcus needed her… She opened up the numbers program, and began clicking and dragging. The nanites in her bloodstream widened her pupils, and helped her receive and reinforce the coding that flashed in front of her. She stayed there all through the night. An hour away, Doris finally got a break from her glass tube. She too felt like she’d run a marathon. She hobbled to the bathroom, tended to nature’s call, then hit the cafeteria. She was gonna need protein. It was going to be a long weekend. The next morning was Friday. Ben awoke groggily and blindly reached for his bride. When his hand came up empty, he opened his eyes and found a note on her pillow. “Ben, sorry, but I had to get an early start for Del Corp today. If you can forgive me, I promise I’ll make it worth your while, as long as you don’t jack off, cause your cum is mine. Love you. Riley.” Instantly Ben’s mind began a vivid play by play of last night’s events. He hoped he got lunch with her again. He hoped they could fuck the second she stepped out of the door. He was just crazy for her! How was he going to keep from touching himself all day with visions of his hot wife pleasuring herself in his mind? The temporary answer became another cold shower. As Ben had cold water cascading down his body, and Riley Harper was staring at a hypnotic screen with drool running down her chin, Marcus was coming back to his office at Del Corp. No one had said anything about his disruptive actions yesterday. Not yet. He wondered if it would happen today. Maybe one of the board would be in his office when he walked in. Not likely. He wasn’t sure if any of those old fools ever set foot outside of their houses without the aid of a remote worker’s body. There was a person in his office though. And she was sitting in his expensive office chair. The old woman hunched low in it, and seemed to be listening to sound coming from his computer. He tried not to think about how he’d been sitting in that plush chair when Doris had seduced him in the body of someone else a day ago. He really, really tried not to put that image out of his mind as he looked at her. “What are you doing here, Doris?” Marcus asked briskly. “Shouldn’t you still be in Riley right now?” Doris glared at him and held a bony finger up to her lips. “Shh! I need to hear if he’s going to…oh dammit. Looks like he’s back in the shower. It had better be a cold one.” “What are you talking about?” Marcus said as he walked behind his desk and looked at his monitor. They were both listening to the same thing through different devices. Marcus on an earbud, and Doris directly from the computer, both playing the sounds from the bug attached to Ben’s phone. “Oh, right. You’ve been winding him up a little. Gotta say, seems to be working.” She gave a laugh that turned into a cough before she could answer. “Winding him up a lot I’d say. I didn’t let him fuck me last night. Gonna make him wait for this pussy. Gotta show him his place. That’s what you need do with these young people sometimes. They just need a firm hand. Show ‘em who’s boss and then they’ll fall in line.” Marcus wished he hadn’t heard that, because it felt like that’s what she’d done to him. Still, if they got results, he wouldn’t mind it so much. As long as Doris didn’t make a fool of him like before. “So I take it Riley is having an intense brainwashing session right now?” “Yes,” she cackled. “I got her up real early and she’s been looking at it ever since. With the adjustments you made to the program, increasing the overall subliminal messages, she should be ready by next Wednesday for Victor.” “I wish I had your confidence,” Marcus said stiffly. “And a backup plan.” “You worry too much,” she said. “Maybe before I go back, I could help you loosen up.” She opened her mouth and took out her dentures, placing them on his desk. “C’mon, take off your pants and I’ll show you that my body can get you off just as-” Mercifully for Marcus, an incoming video call popped up on his monitor. It was his boss. The CEO of Del Corp, Avery Smith. This was most likely the reprimand he’d been expecting. Marcus motioned for Doris to get the hell out of his chair, which she did as quick as she could, which was still much slower than Marcus wanted. She stood just out of sight of the camera as Marcus pressed accept on the screen. A sallow faced old man with white hair appeared. He wore a smile, but it was the kind a shark might give before swallowing a minnow whole. With an edge to his voice, he asked, “Care to tell me what happened yesterday, Marcus?” It was such a loaded question, but Marcus was prepared. With a steady calm, he said, “I assume you’re talking about me having to abruptly pull Doris from her tube?” In response, Marcus saw Smith’s eyes narrow. Gone was the good natured humor he’d had when he’d teased Marcus from inside a remote worker’s body. The body of Riley Harper herself. “That would be what I’m referring to, yes,” he said, the edge in his tone becoming more pronounced with every word he spoke. “Do you understand the ramifications of what you did? You could have cost us the client she was servicing, and by extension, tarnished our reputation, or worse, made us have to roll over and beg to not be exposed! The amount of money we spend to stay hidden, and you risk it all for what?! What was so damn important that you ignored all the safeguards and protocols and to just rip Doris out of there? You do know, by the way, that she could have become brain dead when you did that?” Marcus saw the color drain from Doris’s withered face as he said, “I’m very sorry for my haste, sir. I should not have ignored protocols. I had just received a message that I thought Doris should know right away. Despite its gravity, I still should have seen to her extraction safely, and with the protection of Del Corp in mind.” The old man’s nostrils flared, but Marcus’s answer seemed to calm him slightly. “What urgent message did you receive?” “Her sister had died.” Smith’s eyes bored into him from the screen. “Doris doesn’t have a sister.” “You’re correct,” Marcus said. “This was not a blood sister, but someone she knew long ago when she worked the streets. They looked out for one another. They were very close, and were still in touch. I thought it best that Doris know straight away. I made an error in judgment. I hope the board will forgive me.” From the corner of his eye Marcus saw that Doris was giving him a big thumbs up for selling this lie so well. As if to himself, Smith said, “Doris is our most senior and best sex worker. We need to keep her happy.” His eyes snapped back to Marcus. “Still, if you had cost us a client, exposure, or Doris’s life, this call would have gone very differently. Lucky for you, the worker you sent in Doris’s place was able to smooth everything out.” “I’m very glad sir.” Smith arched his fingers together. “But why, pray tell, did Doris go into another body right after? A…” he consulted another part of his screen. “...Riley Harper?” “Um, I…I don’t know, but I’ll find out,” he said. “I know she was, um…already talking about taking a bit of time off to go see this sister because of her failing health. She’d already passed off her clients to others, and was finishing up her day when I got the call. She probably wanted to take her mind off of the loss, and I can’t say I blame her. It’s what I would do?” “Oh really,” Smith said with a hint of an actual smile. “You’d hop a gorgeous woman and go trolling for dick would you? Well…Doris has certainly earned it. If you see her, wish her the best before she leaves. Did she say when she’ll be back?” Marcus almost made the mistake of looking at Doris for an answer. But then said, “I don’t know, probably just a few days. Maybe a week. I’ll get back to you by end of day on that.” “Be sure that you do. I like you Marcus. But it’s only stupid luck you didn’t get shitcanned today.” The call ended, and Marcus slumped in his chair. “Fuck. I’ve never seen him that angry.” “At least he didn’t ask about the dentures,” Doris said with a laugh that ended in another coughing fit. Marcus looked, and sure enough, Doris’s dentures were in view of the camera. He shook his head at the old woman. “You know, you dying when I pulled you out wouldn’t have been the worst thing in the world.” Doris seemed to sober at this, then said, “Wouldn’t have been the worst way to go. Say, since I’m gonna be around the Harper’s house most of this weekend, send the girl her paycheck early. They’re broke as hell, and I’m not eating ramen for every meal.” “That shouldn’t be a problem,” Marcus said. She nodded, and picked up her dentures from his desk. “I’m going to go get some shut eye before I have to get back to it.” She shuffled to the door. Before she left, she looked back with a wink. “Unless you still want that blowjob?” Despite himself, Marcus chuckled. “Get the hell out of here, Doris. And be careful.” She winked at him, cackled loudly, and walked out of sight. Even though Marcus had a lot more to do, he stayed still in his chair, staring at nothing, thinking about what he needed to do next, and all the different ways things could go wrong. At noon, Ben was practically waiting at the guest bedroom door like a dog expecting its master. He’d positioned himself in the living room where he could see the tv and the door. As soon as it opened, he was gonna be all over his lovely wife. Noon came and went. She needed to eat! She probably needed to pee! Where was she? What was taking so long? He wanted to knock, to barge in, but he didn’t. He didn’t want to jeopardize his chances for getting any, plus, he felt he really had learned his lesson this time. He respected Riley’s job. Especially since earlier he’d received a notification from his bank that a direct deposit had gone through. Del Corp had paid Riley her first week, even though it was Friday! This was great! Maybe they could go out tonight! It was almost 1pm when Riley finally came through the door. Ben’s jaw dropped. She was completely naked. Ben wanted to ask if she’d taken any video calls that way, but resigned himself to trusting in his wife. He ran to greet her, but crinkled his nose and stopped short as he got close. “Um, Riley? Did you…did you piss yourself?” She looked down at herself and sniffed. “Oops, guess I did,” she laughed. “That’s what happens when you’re on a deadline. Guess I’ll go take a shower. The good news is, I’m done for the day! Marcus said my paycheck went in early amd there’s nothing more for me to do, so we’re going out!” At this, Ben felt compelled to ask, “How did Marcus, um, go about telling you…” Riley raised her eyebrow suggestively. “You mean did he see me in my birthday suit on a video call? No, he just pinged me with a message on my bracelet you big goof. Now excuse me while I go freshen up. We’re gonna paint this town red!” Despite the acrid scent of ammonia emanating from his wife’s body, Ben followed her towards the shower. Even stinky, he loved watching her from behind. He’d take her right here in the hallway if he could. “Maybe before we leave, we could-” She didn’t turn towards him as she went into the bathroom. “Are you still saving your cum for me like I told you too?” “Yeah,” he said eagerly. She turned the shower on and felt the spray with her hands, waiting for it to get hot. “Did you want to jack off when you woke up this morning?” “Very much.” “What would you have been thinking about while you did?” “About you, Riles. About how incredibly sexy you were last night. It’s all I’ve been thinking about all-” “Good. Let it build. Tonight, I’m gonna let you let it all out.” With that, she stood on her tiptoes, patted his head, then giggled as she got into the shower. “Now go get changed into something nice.” They went out shortly thereafter. Ben took her to one of her favorite places when they could afford it. Their local bowling alley. He thought it very strange when Riley commented on how she hadn’t been bowling in years, but assumed she was joking. It was almost 5pm at Del Corp when Marcus stepped onto the second floor. Like most of the floors, it was a maze of hallways and offices. Marcus walked briskly and soon found himself outside the office he wanted. As a courtesy that he hoped would ingratiate himself to the occupant on the other side, he knocked. “Come in!” a distracted voice grunted. Marcus opened the door and stepped into a very messy, cramped room. The lighting was dim. On one wall, there was a shelf full of coding books, old video games, and a few of those little anime figurines in skimpy attire. On the other wall, a mini fridge and several cases of a popular energy drink stacked up beside it. And directly across from him on the far wall, was the man Marcus had come to see. A rotund sweaty looking man that looked like he hadn’t seen the sun in quite some time. That was possible, because Marcus thought the man might live here most weeks. Given the stench that pervaded this room, it seemed likely. Still, this was their best programmer, and the one that had the access that Marcus needed. “Hey there, Arnold, I got a favor to-” “One second,” the large man said, cutting him off as he typed rapidly on his keyboard. “If I don’t get this right I might lose the fortress and…dammit! They took my fucking flag!” He pushed back from his desk in disgust, showing off a large belly, some of which was exposed as his shirt didn’t fit properly. He cracked open a can of energy drink and said, “Sorry, Marcus, right? What can I do for you?” Marcus hated that he needed this man. But the plan wouldn’t work without him. “One of our girls, Doris, has had an unfortunate-” “Doris!” Arnold exclaimed, hoisting up his drink as if toasting. “She’s a legend man. That lady has clocked more hours than several of our girls combined. And her reviews from clients are through the roof. Oh fuck!” he said, his face suddenly becoming serious. “Is she okay? I know she’s old as fuck! Did she finally kick the bucket?” Marcus struggled to keep the smile plastered on his face. “She’s fine, she’s fine. She just lost someone, and wants to take a vacation of sorts.” “Oh, well that’s understandable,” Arnold said, relaxing somewhat, then letting out a huge belch. “This vacation would be…in another person,” Marcus continued carefully. “What?” Arnold chuckled. “Like, like she’d be in a remote worker, for a vacation?” “Exactly,” Marcus said beaming at him like it had been Arnold’s idea. “Doris wants to just spend a couple of weeks in one specific girl, one of mine. She’d be taking the mandatory breaks of course so she can take care of her actual body. But the only problem here is-” “The company won’t allow that, man,” Arnold said, pushing his glasses up his thick nose. “I mean, Doris is the shit, but they wouldn’t allow her to use the tubes like that.” He lifted a hand and began listing reasons with his fat fingers. “There’s all the dangers of over syncing, plus the strain on her actual body, plus all the alerts her tube would be kicking out. The log reports would look crazy!” “That’s why I’m here, Arnold. Doris sent me to you, cause she needs our help. She deserves this. And the only way it can happen, is if you help us fudge some information.” Arnold blinked. “Wait, you want me to like, change the logs?” “Among other things?” Marcus said hastily. “But nothing terrible, and it wouldn’t be for very long. Just enough for Doris to get her head on right, and then she’d be back to work, hopping from body to body and servicing clients like she has for many years.” An uncomfortable silence fell between the two men, until finally Arnold asked, “What’s in it for me?” They were negotiating. Marcus wanted to celebrate already! “Well, the girl that Doris is gonna be in, her name is Riley Harper. She’s new, and-” “The blonde that looks like Sydney Sweeney!” Arnold exclaimed with wide eyes. “Dude! She’s fucking stacked! I’m already on the list to bone her. It's like a mile long already, man! It’s gonna take her awhile to get through all those requests.” Marcus’s right eye twitched as he thought about having to share Riley with the entire company. It was inevitable though. She did not belong to just him, but to Del Corp’s clients and staff. “I’ve seen the requests, and since I’m in charge of her, I’ve got no problem bumping your name to the top of the list. In fact, I’d let you have her before anyone else.” Arnold swallowed, and he nodded. “You’ve got a deal!” he said. “After she gets her weekly check up, I’ll send her straight to your office. I’m sure you can take it from there.” “Oh, I’ll take it from there alright,” he said, moving his hips suggestively in his chair and smiling. “Of course,” Marcus said, his smile growing tighter. “How soon until the logs are fixed and Doris and Sydney’s names are temporarily scrubbed. “They’ll both be gone by midnight tonight,” Arnold said. “But if this comes back to bite me, I’m telling them you made me do it.” “That’s fair,” Marcus said. “Thank you for your help, Arnold. I’m sure Riley will make it worth your while.” With that, Marcus left, glad to be getting away from that disgusting office and the man that worked there. The rest of Ben and Riley’s night out went very well. Ben couldn’t actually remember having so much fun with his wife. She was so charming, and her conversation skills were on point. She seemed to know a little about everything all of a sudden, especially old fashioned stuff. But her flirting game was where she really excelled. She could make him hard with a look, or the way she said his name, or the way she used her tongue to play with her straw during dinner. He was thinking about only sex by the time the waiter at the restaurant showed up with their food. Between bites, Riley said, “I’m sorry to tell you, Ben, but I’m gonna have to work some this weekend. At least four to six hours both Saturday and Sunday.” Ben cocked his head and tried not to let his disappointment show. “Well, we’re still going to Caleb’s for lunch on Sunday, right? My brother has done a lot for us, and it’d be rude if we just canceled our weekly tradition.” “Your brother…Caleb?” Riley said slowly. “Um…no, no we don’t have to cancel. I’ll just…work around it.” “Riley,” Ben protested. “I’m trying to be understanding here, but this is our last weekend before I go back to work too. Do you really have to-” She put a finger on the back of his hand and traced it playfully. “What outfit am I going to wear tonight?” “Riles, I’m not just gonna…” “The pink latex one, right? That one’s always popular.” “I’ll bet,” he said, then furrowed his brow. “Wait, with who?” She laughed and leaned back. She lifted her foot and it slid up his leg until it found something very hard. “With you, silly. I knew it’d be your favorite the moment I saw your face when I took it out of the bag. I haven’t put it on yet, but I bet it fits real snug on me, like it was form fitted to this body.” She ran a hand up to her chest. “Can we get the check and go?” Ben pleaded as his wife’s foot pressed into his bulge. She was gonna make him cum in his pants if she kept doing that. Riley smiled demurely, then raised her hand at a passing waitress. Loud enough for the surrounding tables to hear, she said, “Miss, can we please get a doggy bag for the rest of this food. My husband wants us to take me home so he can fuck me stupid.” Ben turned red at the admission, but he nodded up at the waitress, who quickly sped away to attend to the horny couple’s request. They made it home in record time, and Riley told him to wait in the living room while she changed. “It might take awhile,” she warned, “This get up is not easy to get into.” “I thought you said you hadn’t worn it before.” “I meant…okay, I tried it on once to make sure it fit,” she said with an eye roll. “Now sit.” Ben did. Seconds became minutes, and every minute felt like an hour, and finally, his wife’s voice called from behind their bedroom door, “You can come in now!” Ben sprinted for the door. He flung it open, and there was one of the sexiest sites he’d ever seen. His wife was standing in a pose with one arm raised behind her head, and the other on her hip. She was covered head to toe in skin tight, pink, latex. There were no eye holes, but there were zippers in various places. One in the middle of the back where she climbed into it. One where her mouth would be. One over her right breast. One for her pussy. And one for her asshole. The sheen and texture the costume exuded, plus the way it hugged Riley’s curves, made her look like the perfect fuck toy. “I know you like sexbots, babe,” Riley said, her voice slightly muffled underneath the pink mask. “But tonight, I’ll be your sex doll.” “Sex doll?” He repeated as he began walking around his wife to get a complete 360 degree view. “That’s right,” she said. “Pose me in whatever position you want. Unzip whatever you want, and use whichever hole you please.” Ben interrupted her by pulling the zipper on her mouth open, and shoving his tongue down her throat. The kiss was thrilling. Ben’s hands moved over the latex, but other than using her tongue to kiss back, Riley remained motionless. “Get on your knees, Riles,” Ben finally said. She smiled mischievously. “I’m a doll, babe. Like I said, you’ll have to pose me.” Ben shook his head at how silly, yet hot this was. He bent his wife at the knees, then carefully lowered her to the floor. He positioned his dick in front of her unzipped mouth, and pushed it in. He felt her tongue immediately begin to lick him. He grabbed the top of her latex covered head with both hands, and began to make her mouth fuck him. She didn’t complain, just moaned seductively. “Fuck!” he said after less than thirty seconds. He pulled out of her mouth. She’d never sucked blown him that good before. He’d almost cum. That wouldn’t do, because he wanted to go a little longer. “Get on the bed,” he said. Riley just smiled and said nothing. “Right, fine,” he said teasingly. “You don’t wanna help, you can just be quiet then.” He reached down and zipped her mouth shut. He lifted her up to a standing position. He spun her around, and pushed her face first onto the bed. He roughly spread her legs, and she kept them where h posed her. He unzipped the zipper on her ass. He stared at it. She was just lying there, letting him have it. That made his heart happy, because clearly her ass wasn’t off limits anymore. And he knew that it belonged to only him! But still he couldn’t just stick it in. It’d hurt. He had some lube in his top drawer. He got it, and when he turned back, he saw that she hadn’t moved. His dick was yelling for him to hurry, so he squirted out way more lube than necessary, and rubbed some on his dick. Then he spread her cheeks, and using a finger, lubed up her asshole. He heard her moan in anticipation. Seconds later, he pushed into her tightest hole. Thanks to the lube, it felt incredible. She continued to lay there and take it like a good sex doll. “Riley, I don’t fucking deserve you,” he said as he pounded her ass. For all of forty seconds. Because she’d made him wait, and not touch himself, and because she was so damn fucking hot, he blew his load inside his wife’s asshole in record time. Doris had known it wouldn’t take long. Men were so predictable that way when they had a new toy to play with. Ben got up and saw Riley’s buttcrack dripping with his jizz. He grinned, and zipped it back up, then flipped her over and unzipped her mouth. “Sorry, that was pretty quick. Your turn now. I can-” “It’s okay, babe,” she purred. “I’m gonna go change out of it and have a shower. You can go to sleep. I know how tired you get after we fuck.” Ben nodded and stretched, still marveling at how casually she was saying the word ‘fuck’ these days. But that was all part of this new her. “Whatever you want, babe. But I need to make sure you get yours next time.” “You’re so sweet,” Riley said as she began wriggling out of the suit. “I’ll be in bed soon. Love you.” Ben yawned as he flopped onto his side of the bed. “Love you too.” Very soon Ben was snoring softly. Once out of the latex, Doris showered Riley’s body, and went to the home office. She didn’t want to leave, but needed to tend to her actual body, as well as give Riley some more programming time. When Doris exited, poor Riley was forced to drag and click meaningless numbers across a screen while her mind received messages on a loop. The next morning, Ben reached for his wife, and found her there, smiling at him. “I’ll take my turn now,” she said with a wink. And before Ben could even say ‘good morning,’ she was pushing him beneath the sheets to her pussy, which he lovingly ate. The sex was long and enjoyable between them. Ben thought it felt almost…normal, given all that had transpired the last week. But he wasn’t complaining. He’d take Riley however he got her, even if it meant she had to disappear for hours at a time that Saturday behind her office door. When she finally did come out, she made it worth his while, constantly surprising him with her new sexual prowess. On Sunday, the couple got ready to make the trip out of town to visit Caleb and his family. Ben was surprised that Riley had chosen one of her more provocative tops, a blue blouse that showed off an ample amount of cleavage. It was one of Ben’s favorites, but he thought he’d only seen Riley wear it out once before, then never again cause she said people had stared too much. He almost suggested she change. They were visiting family after all. But then Ben thought about how Caleb had so much. A successful career, lots of money, a nice house, nice car. But Riley was a reminder that in one way, Ben had done far better. Caleb’s wife, Mindy, was okay. She was nice enough, but in the looks department, she was a 5 out of 10, whereas Riley was easily an 11. So because of unspoken sibling rivalry, Ben said nothing as his wife walked out the door, showing off a generous amount of her goods. Around noon, Mindy greeted them at the door of her large house. She ushered them in with a warm smile but also a slightly judgmental glance at Riley’s top. Riley pretended not to notice. “The nanny is watching the kids so we can have grown up time,” Mindy said as she led them into a spacious dining room. “Caleb should be here any moment.” “Speak of the devil,” a tall, handsome man said as he strode into the dining room and took his wife’s hand. “Sorry, trying to get caught up on a case file for-” He stopped suddenly as he took in his guests. Riley’s blouse had caught his attention, but he recovered quickly. “...for our city’s attorney general. Anyway, let’s catch up.” They sat down to a round of drinks, and soup that a maid brought in. Caleb was about to take a sip of the soup when he asked, “So, Riley, any luck on finding a new job, or am I going to have to extend my brother another loan that he can never pay back?” Ben gritted his teeth at the insult, but before he could interject, Riley said, “Yes. Working with numbers for a tech firm an hour away. Probably nothing you’ve heard of…” Her eyes fell upon Caleb’s hand that gripped his spoon, and she noted an extra ring on his finger next to his wedding band. Riley’s voice continued, now with a hint of amusement in it. “But actually, maybe you have!” Caleb eyed her with curiosity as the hot liquid entered his mouth. “It’s called Del Corp,” Ben said. The soup left Caleb’s mouth quicker than it had come in, as he sprayed it down his shirt and the fancy tablecloth in front of him. “Excuse me?” he said in a fervent tone. “Did you say Del Corp?” “Are you alright, dear?” Mindy asked. “I’m…I’m fine,” Caleb said, not looking at his wife, but focusing his gaze on Riley, then his younger brother. “Yeah, Del Corp,” Ben finally answered, not understanding his brother’s reaction. “What’s the problem? They not a good place to work?” Caleb blinked. Then he slowly shook his head. “No, nothing like that. I was just…distracted because the soup was too hot. That’s why I spit it out, and didn’t hear what you said. I’m going to go change my shirt.” He pushed back from the table, and abruptly left the room. “I’ll go get the maid to help with the mess,” Mindy said apologetically, as she too stood up and left the room. “Well, now seems like a good time to use the powder room,” Riley said. Ben suddenly found himself the only one in the spacious dining room, with four piping bowls of hot soup, wondering what a ‘powder room’ was. Caleb had gone to his bedroom upstairs, and didn’t know that Riley had followed him there. He had just taken off his shirt when Riley startled him by saying, “I see Ben’s not the only handsome one in the family.” He didn’t act embarrassed, but strode to her quickly and gripped her shoulders. “Riley, have you started at Del Corp yet? If you haven’t, don’t. They’re going to-” “Brainwash me?” she giggled as she looked up at him and traced the curvature of her breasts with a finger. “Let sex workers download into my body and make me do all sorts of kinky things for their clients? Clients like you?” Caleb had always watched out for his little brother. Had always considered Ben a bit of a screw up, but still, family. And now here was his wife, his very hot wife, telling him that she had already been lured into the devil’s lair. He tried not to look down. Tried to keep his gaze locked on hers. But it was very hard as she brought her other hand up and began cupping her boobs, making them jiggle. All he had to do was look down. And heaven help him, he did. “She’s not in control right now, is she?” he asked as he freely gawked at her chest, something he’d wanted to do many times. “Nope,” Doris answered sensuously from the blonde’s lips. He finally managed to look his sister-in-law in the eyes. “But I don’t understand. Del Corp…they don’t employ married women?” “They do now,” Riley purred as she put a palm on his cheek. “And starting next Wednesday, you can make an appointment with Riley here if you want. Here’s a taste of her, on the house.” As Caleb’s will crumbled and he kissed Riley passionately for several seconds, Doris looked forward to seeing which brother was bigger than the other. 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