John Checks in

The air was thick with the smell of oil and metal as John stepped into the workshop, his eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. He spotted a middle-aged man hunched over a table, tinkering with a lifelike robotic hand. The man looked up as John approached and extended his other hand for a firm shake.

"John! You must be here about the sensitive hands you inquired about. How can I help you?"

John hesitated momentarily, remembering Amanda's intimate moments with ST9000. He took a deep breath and launched into his questions.

"Well, I was wondering how these more sensitive hands could improve my robot's... capabilities."

The man raised an eyebrow and grinned, knowingly. "Ah, I see where this is going. You're asking about the sex robot market?"

John shifted uncomfortably but nodded. "Yes, that's right."

"Well," the supplier leaned back against his workbench and crossed his arms, "there are three major aspects when it comes to creating a successful sex robot: internal heating, better touch sensitivity, and quick swap attachments."

"Internal heating?" John asked curiously.

"Yeah," the man nodded, "it provides a more realistic and comfortable experience for the user. As for touch sensitivity," he gestured at the robotic hand on his workbench, "we've developed sensors that can detect even the slightest pressure changes, allowing for a more gentle and human-like touch."

"And what about these quick swap attachments? Are they easy to implement?"

"They're designed to be simple and user-friendly. The idea is that users can easily change attachments depending on their... preferences." The man winked at John.

John sighed internally; he hadn't planned for ST9000 to become part of this market but couldn't help feel intrigued by its potential.

"How big is this market anyway?" John inquired.

"It's growing quickly, especially with the advancements in AI and robotics. I can tell you this - there aren't any sex robots as complex as the one you're making. If there were, it would do extremely well."

John mulled over the man's words and glanced around the workshop, taking in the various robotic components scattered throughout. He considered Amanda's happiness and recent changes in their relationship.

"I appreciate your insight," John finally said, "I'm not sure if I'll delve into that market just yet, but I'll definitely take what you've said into consideration."

The supplier shook John's hand once more, his grip firm and friendly. "No problem at all. Whatever you decide to do with your robot, I'm sure it'll be a success."

John bought all the parts, and mulled it over as he drove back to the hotel.

The hotel room was dimly lit as John sat on the edge of the bed, his laptop open in front of him. He had been away from home for only a few days now, but he couldn't resist the urge to check the logs from ST9000. He felt a strange mix of excitement and anxiety as he logged in, half expecting to see Amanda using the robot for her pleasure as soon as he left.

However, to his surprise, there were no such entries in the logs for the first few days. His heart swelled with love and pride for his wife, thinking that perhaps she had decided to stay faithful to him in his absence. But then, he saw it - a video file dated from two days ago.

He hesitated for a moment before clicking on it, knowing that once he saw its contents, there was no going back. As the video began to play, John found himself unable to tear his eyes away from the screen.

Amanda's body looked incredible – her once soft curves now toned and defined thanks to her new workout regimen. Her skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat as she moved sensually against ST9000. Her breasts swayed gently with each thrust of the robot's hips, their fullness barely contained by the lacy bra she wore. John could see how aroused Amanda was – her nipples were visibly hard through the thin fabric.

As Amanda's moans filled John's ears, he felt torn between desire and jealousy. On one hand, he was incredibly turned on by seeing his wife so lost in pleasure; on the other hand, it hurt him deeply to know that it wasn't him providing that pleasure.