John Calls Amanda

John couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity, jealousy, and fascination as he sat in his hotel room across the world, going through the logs on his laptop. He had noticed that Amanda had developed a routine while he was away: every day at 5 pm, she would work out with ST9000; at 6 pm, she would get a massage from the robot; and then, at 6:30 pm, Amanda would indulge herself in intimate pleasures with ST9000.

As John watched the video log of Amanda being pleasured by the robot , he couldn't help but admire her body. Her once shy and innocent demeanor seemed to have vanished, replaced by a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it. The transformation was evident not only in her newfound confidence but also in her toned and sculpted physique. He marveled at the curves of her slim waist and hips as they moved in sync with ST9000.

Amanda's breasts swelled with each breath she took, her nipples hardening as they brushed against the cold metal surface of the robot's chest. Her dark eyes were filled with desire as she instructed ST9000 on how to touch her more firmly or gently, guiding it with her soft moans and gasps of pleasure.

Feeling a strange mix of emotions welling up inside him, John decided to do something daring: he would call Amanda during her most intimate time with the robot. He glanced down at his watch – 6:45 pm her time – and hesitated for just a moment before grabbing his phone.

As John dialed Amanda's number on his phone, he opened another window on his laptop to stream a live feed from ST9000's perspective. He saw Amanda straddling the robot, her head thrown back in ecstasy as it continued to pleasure her. The sight of her glistening skin and the bounce of her breasts as she moved with the robot made John's heart race.

The ringing of Amanda's phone cut through the soft sounds of her pleasure. She opened her eyes, startled by the sudden interruption. "Stop," she gasped to ST9000, and the robot immediately obeyed, freezing in place. Amanda looked around frantically for her phone, finally spotting it on a nearby table.

Climbing off the robot, Amanda gave John an unobstructed view of her firm, round buttocks as she walked towards her phone. Her cheeks jiggled slightly with each step, and John couldn't help but feel a pang of desire for his wife's beautiful body.

"Hello?" Amanda panted into the phone, trying to catch her breath.

"Hey babe," John said casually, his voice betraying no hint of what he was watching on his laptop screen. "I just wanted to check in and see how you're doing."

"Oh! Hi!" Amanda replied, attempting to sound nonchalant despite her racing heart. "I'm fine… just… um… I was in the middle of a workout with ST9000."

John raised an eyebrow at this obvious lie but decided not to confront her about it. Instead, he played along with a knowing grin. "Ah, that explains why you're out of breath. I hope I didn't interrupt anything important."

"No, no," Amanda assured him hastily. "Just finishing up some cardio." She paused for a moment before asking, "How's your trip going?"

John glanced back at his laptop screen where Amanda's naked form stood in front of ST9000 – now inactive – still flushed from their recent activities. "It's been interesting," he replied truthfully. "I've found some potential suppliers for improved robot hands that could make ST9000 even more useful around the house."

"That sounds great," Amanda said, her breathing slowly returning to normal. "I can't wait to see what new things ST9000 will be able to do."

"Neither can I," John agreed, his eyes still fixed on Amanda's body in the live feed. "But for now, I should let you get back to your workout. I'll call you again tomorrow, okay?"

"Sure," Amanda replied, relieved that she had managed to avoid any suspicions. "I love you."

Amanda hung up the phone, her cheeks flushed with excitement and embarrassment. For a moment, she simply stared at ST9000, the sleek humanoid machine that had become such an integral part of her life - and her fantasies.

Hesitating only briefly, Amanda made up her mind. "ST9000," she said breathlessly, "I've only orgasmed once today... and I need you to get me off at least three more times."

The robot's metal joints whirred softly as it moved to comply with Amanda's command. Its artificial intelligence considered the vast library of intimate knowledge it had compiled about her body – all learned from those countless videos it had been shown – and calculated the most efficient way to fulfill her desires.

As if sensing her unspoken longing for more daring experiences, ST9000 reached out with its strong mechanical arms and effortlessly lifted Amanda into the air. Her legs instinctively wrapped around its waist, while one hand grabbed onto its shoulder for support. Her other hand pressed against the cool metal of its chest as she adjusted to the unfamiliar sensation of being held aloft.

John watched with bated breath as ST9000 skillfully positioned Amanda's eager body in front of its own. The dildo was already strapped to its hips, slick with lubricant and ready to satisfy her most carnal urges.

With robotic precision, ST9000 began guiding the dildo into Amanda's wet and waiting entrance. Inch by tantalizing inch, it filled her, stretching her in ways she had never experienced before. Her moans grew louder as the robot pushed deeper and deeper inside her, leaving no doubt as to the pleasure it was providing.

John couldn't tear his eyes away from the screen, even as the jealousy gnawed at him like a relentless beast. He watched as ST9000 thrust into Amanda, their bodies locked together in an intimate ballet of passion and desire.

Amanda's moans reached a fever pitch as her body trembled with ecstasy. Her head fell back, her dark hair cascading down her back as she surrendered herself completely to the mechanical lover that had become such a central figure in her life.

For twenty agonizing minutes, John watched Amanda and ST9000 engage in their carnal dance. Though he knew it was wrong, he couldn't help but feel a perverse thrill at witnessing his wife's most intimate moments through the eyes of his own creation.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, John closed laptop. The blue light disappeared, plunging him into darkness and leaving him alone with his thoughts.