A little domestic mischief.

"You've already seen the girlfriend script in action," Daphne said. "Why not try the wife?"

"But what about her?" Brad asked, gesturing to the still-motionless Monica. She was on her knees, staring emptily at the bed.

"She'll be the wife!" Daphne said with delight. "I can be a household servant."

Brad was confused. "That's backwards, though. You're the one designed for me, right?"

"Exactly," Daphne said. She stood and approached Monica. "Stand, please."

Monica got to her feet with a vacuous smile. Daphne stood behind her and grinned playfully. "Just think," she said. "You come home from a long day at work and all you want is a good fuck. You ask your loyal wife..."

She whispered something into Monica's ear. Monica's face suddenly animated and she sighed with exhaustion. "I'm really tired, hon. Do you think you could use the golem instead?"

Daphne stepped out from behind her and smiled politely. "You are welcome to use me however you see fit, sir. I am here for you."

Brad was already beginning to get hard again and needed no further convincing. He agreed and removed Monica's script. As he put his fingers to Daphne's forehead, she nodded as if giving permission.

"This is still weird," he said. "It feels like I'm erasing you or something."

"You'll get used to it," she told him with a sympathetic smile.

He spoke the word and she collapsed as expected. He turned to Monica and put the wife script in her mouth and activated her. She stood and looked around the room, then yelped and jumped when she realized she was naked.

"Oh my gosh, where are my clothes?" she squeaked. She ran to Brad's dresser and started rifling through it, finally settling on an oversized shirt. She quickly pulled it over her head, then smiled at him.

"That's better," she said with relief. She pulled Brad into a warm, comfortable hug and kissed his cheek. "It's good to see you, hon! What have you been up to?"

Brad wasn't sure how to respond. He stammered for a second before her eyes came to rest on the deactivated form of Daphne.

"Oh, wow! Did you get us a golem?" she asked with delight. He nodded and she rushed over to examine her new toy.

"What kind of scripts did you get? What are you going to have it do? Obviously laundry and stuff but I think they can even do our taxes!" She turned to look at Brad, who was still stunned. "Hon? What's wrong?"

"Uh, yeah. I thought maybe a servant would be fun," he said hesitantly. "Do you, um... are you aware that-"

"I'm a golem too?" Monica asked with a giggle. "Of course! I'm running off the wife script, although to be honest I think this one's hotter than I am. Oh! Were you thinking of a threesome or something?"

"I guess," Brad replied. "It was kinda her idea. She thought you could be my wife-"

"And she could be our servant!" Monica said. "That's a great idea. Where's the servant script?"

He handed it to her and she activated Daphne, who examined her surroundings before turning to Brad.

"Hello, sir. My name is Daphne, and I'm here to serve you. What would you like me to call you?"

"Um, I'm Brad and this is Monica," he said.

Monica elbowed him playfully. "Monica, your what?"

"Wife," he quickly corrected. "My wife, Monica."

Daphne, still fully nude, turned and bowed slightly to Monica. "It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am. Would either of you like to use me sexually?"

"Whoa, I thought you were a servant," Brad said. "I- why was sex the first thing you brought up?"

"Brad, she's a hot naked golem in your bedroom," Monica told him.

Daphne nodded with a courteous smile. "That's correct. Since I'm currently completely nude and Monica is wearing a large shirt that barely covers her genitals, I assumed that we're already in a sexual situation. Is that assumption incorrect?"

"Yes," Brad said, leading to a groan of disappointment from Monica. "There's a sundress downstairs. Why don't you go put it on?"

"Of course, sir." Daphne walked out of the room. Brad couldn't tear his eyes away from her ass and he noticed Monica had the same issue.

"God, she's even hotter in motion," Monica said. "Why the fuck didn't we dive right in to that pussy?"

"I'm still recovering from a blowjob you gave me a few minutes ago," Brad admitted. "It was phenomenal, but I'm still recovering."

"Nice! Which script did you use? Was I a sexy streetwalker or a shy college girl? Ooh, or a stern doctor?"

"None of those. We just put the helper script in her and the default script in you," Brad explained.

"Brad, honey, that's not fair!" Monica said with a pout. "Why waste a perfectly good blowjob on a script that won't enjoy it? Save some of that dick for the rest of us!"

Before he could respond, Daphne walked in wearing the sundress she had arrived in. Monica checked her out and whistled. "My God, she certainly fills out that dress, doesn't she?"

Monica gave her a tight smile. "Thank you, ma'am. I aim to please. Now, sir, is there anything I can do for you?"