Oddly? Not very...

It had been an odd month. You and the girls had gotten to the mundane. You and Anne had been normal again, with Elise doing her best bratty 19 slut trying to steal her sister's husband away impression. You had not gone a day without cumming on, in, or around one or both of the girls.

Anytime you were out of the room you could hear them taunting and fighting over you. Your wife had been terrifyingly quiet for the first few days after her last programming session but was seemingly back to normal, she had been loving and sexual before, but now she was like a woman with a mission.

Elise on the other hand had gotten to the point of being a pro. She was constantly teasing, seducing, begging you for your attention, and love. Which you gave her regularly.

The housing situation had gone back to a much more normal housing situation. Elise slept in the guest room on a queen-size bed, and you and Anne shared your bed. However, you could regularly be found in either room with either girl cuddled up to you.

The bolt-ons that Elise had gotten had finally healed and she used them religiously. Titty fucks, flaunting them, drooling on them during blowjobs. She was like a woman possessed. Her programming had been far looser than Anne's had been, and so she tended to be a bit more creative. She regularly taunted Anne for being "small chested" or imperfect, and then the same day would go for lip injections or could be found morning and night doing hundreds of squats to build up the size of her ass and to stay slim.

Both of their dress had changed substantially when they wore clothes that is. Anne was showing as much cleavage as she could, and wore crop tops and tight yoga pants or similar. Elise looked like a plastic barbie version of a high schooler. So much so that we had to part on the side of a high school to get to a restaurant last week and she was asked by multiple kids where she went to school.

Time passed quickly, and eventually, it was time for your annual weekend with the boys. You were meeting your friend Craig in Vegas for some gambling, some whoring, and some sun. Usually, you would worry about leaving Anne alone that she might get bored and find comfort in another man, but with their programming, it was more likely that they would kill each other than fuck another man.

The day finally came. As you left you gave instructions not to kill each other, not to cum, and not to do anything stupid like fucking another man. With that, you got in the Uber and headed out.