Use the potion.

You walk into the dining room and see your true love sitting before you. Her dress isn’t as nice as it was before the flight here, and all the crying has fully ruined her makeup, but she’s still not bad to look at. You hand her the Champaign and get down on one knee.

“My lady,” you say, “I welcome you to our home, may our love flow through the cavern and light our hearts with an unending fire or passion.” Your home-made AI did a great job with that line, no way will she be able to resist you now.

“Can, can I go home?” She asks shakily.

“But, my lady, you are home.” You say.

“I mean. . .” she starts, but she starts crying and hides her face with her hands. Maybe you went too far with the romance? Maybe she’s overwhelmed by everything going on. Your chat room warned you women were often very emotional on their wedding day.

“There, there.” You say, “don’t cry.” You watched enough old movies to know how to handle a hysterical female. “Drink this, it will help you feel better.” You say, pressing the Champaigne flute into her hand.

She looks at it, tastes it tentatively before drinking a bit more.

“Thanks.” She says. “I really do want to go home, I have a boyfri. . . I mean my parents will be worried.”

“Yes, of course.” You answer, “I can send a robot to explain things to them if you wish. Obviously they can’t come see us here, but a letter should be fine.”

It’s kind of sweet that she worries about her parents. You wonder if they’ll want you to call them mom and dad now.

“This is actually quite good.” She says as she drinks more of her sparkling **** beverage.

“I’m glad you like it, James should be out with dinner soon.”

“Mmm.” She practically purrs as she grabs your arm. “Maybe we can wait to eat.” She kisses your neck, you blush hard. “I think I might take dessert before dinner tonight.” She runs her hands all over your chest. You are frozen, unable to move. You’ve read about sex, you’ve pictured it, but an actual female touching you is a very different thing.

Your wife downs the last of her drink then rips your shirt apart, running her hands all over your chest.

“Don’t just stand there, I need you.” Of course she does, she’s a female. You are your husband, there are things she needs. Why can’t you move?

She unfastens your belt and pulls down your pants. With her hand on your crotch she kisses you quickly. “Oh baby, I’m so hot for you.”

That snaps you out of your trance. You grab her and she moans back at you. She helps you pull off her dress as she pushes you to the ground.

“The bedroom” you pant, pointing to the hallway.

“This is fine” she replies as she takes off her bra and underwear.

You can’t speak, you can’t move. She looks so beautiful. You stare at her breasts as she climbs on top of you, takes your erection inside her. She moves on top of you and you are overwhelmed, you cum hard inside her, panting and grunting. She waits for you to finish, then kisses you hard, her tongue in your mouth, her breasts pushed into your chest. Then, she starts moving again.

She doesn’t stop. She shows you how to use your fingers and your tongue to please her, she rubs her sex against your leg when your jaw starts to ache. Your chat room never prepared you for this. She won’t stop, you can’t escape, your penis gets hard again and she rides it till you ejaculate, it hurts, you cry, beg her to stop but she still isn’t finished.

Six months later. . .

Your hands grip the table. You just wanted to finish the diagram for your updated super-sonic stealth helicopter. She promised you could work on it this afternoon, and yet here she is again.

“Please, baby?” She says with that adorable pout. “I know I said I’d leave you alone but you just look so cute in your lab coat.”

“Alright, honey, but seriously, after this I need to work.” You say. You reach down and press your hip bone where the activation sensor is. Your flesh-fusion robo-penis 3000 springs to life as your wife giggles and takes off her underwear. “At least she put on underwear today.” You think to yourself.

As her cries of pleasure echo through your laboratory cave you turn on the vibration function. You think about the problem with the intake manifold rattle and how you could dampen the vibration so it doesn’t disrupt the radar-cancelling panels. A ding in your earpiece signals you that she’s close to cumming so you flip her around, kiss her as she cums on you. You could end it here, get back to work, but she’d just be horny again in an hour, so you crank up the vibration and get back to work, if you wear her out enough you might be able to work until dinner. You already promised you’d watch some romantic comedy at the movie-plex tonight. If you could get a few hours to fix that manifold you could take the helicopter there as a test run. . .