...his sister-in-law!

Alex's big brother Chet had been the best at everything. At school he had gotten the best grades. In his career he had gotten the best jobs. And in love, Chet had always gotten the best women.

"Oooh, Alex baby," Monique Alexander cooed as she lowerered down from the ceiling to come a rest, straddling Alex's naked body, "I finally get some time with the real man in the family."

Of course, Alex would have never admitted to anyone that he had secretly had a crush on Monique for years. How could he not? She was drop dead gorgeous! At least twenty years Chet's junior, the woman had thrown herself into being a trophy wife for the elder brother. Fit and trim, with the exception of the large breasts and ass that Chet has most assuredly paid for, she would hang off of Alex's brother's arm at family gatherings, laugh at his jokes, fawn over him as if he were God's gift to women. Every time Alex saw her, she would be dressed to kill, an absolute stunner.

Her hands ran up and down Alex's chest, her fingers intertwined with his chest hair. Slowly her body began to grind against his erection, her dress ridden up over her hips, her damp panties driving Alex wild.

He knew it was a simulation. He knew it was still the autopilot robot on his lap. Still, it smelled like her, it felt like her, it sounded like her. Alex found himself repeating in his head, over and over a new mantra: It's not real. It's not real.

But what if it was? Wouldn't whatever he was experiencing, this weird reality warping, create a similar situation to this? What would stop it from happening? And why should he deny himself the pleasure of finally having a fantasy fulfilled with Monique, just because it was a robot?

Tim reached up and grabbed her head, pulling her down into a kiss. It was everything he could have dreamed. Her lips were soft and hungry. Her tongue was curious. She moaned as she lay on him, locked in a lover's embrace.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to do that," Monique said, pulling back from the kiss, staring lovingly into Alex's eyes, "So many years married to that pathetic waste Chet. I would hope every day that you would invite us to dinner, just so that I could be close to you."

She reached between her legs and moved her panties aside, then pushed herself down on Alex's cock, eliciting a groan.

"His tiny penis could never make me feel like this," she went on, "and he could hardly keep it hard. I need a man, a real man, like you Alex. Please, make me yours."

And of course, Alex did.

How many times did Alex orgasm while engaged to the autopilot? Too many to keep count of. Monique was the perfect sexual partner. Every hole, every way, she pleased him over and over, and begged for more. She never missed an opportunity to **** her husband, to talk about his shortcomings, which was a surprising turn on for Alex. As he coated her face with his cum for the third time, she spoke about how Chet would cry when he couldn't perform. As Alex pounded into Monique from behind, she explained how she would catch Chet sniffing her dirty panties while sucking his thumb. As he fucked her tits she talked about how Chet wanted to her to refer to him as a sissy during foreplay, and would dress up as a schoolgirl.

It drove Alex wild.

Whatever magic was involved kept Alex from exhaustion, despite the amount of sexual activity that was involved. Alex's fantasy was being fulfilled, but not spent. Despite the amount of times he came, he wanted more. More and more. He never wanted it to stop.

But stop it must. Naked and sweaty, Alex suddenly became aware of activity in the cockpit. Bill and Harry, the pilot and copilot were busy flicking switches and turning dials. Becky, the navigator, had crawled onto the floor next to Alex's head to speak to him.

"No need to get up, sir," she said, "We are coming in for a landing. It seems that the autopilot has taken a bit of a liking to you, so we've disconnected her from the plane's systems. We will re-equip in the terminal, since she'll be going with you."

"Huh?" Alex said, enjoying the feeling of Monique's mouth on his erection.

"The Autopilot," Becky said slowly, "She's yours now. You get to keep her."

Alex grunted as he blasted another load of sperm into Monique's mouth, who hungrily swallowed every drop.

"Thank-you for flying with us, sir," Becky said, kissing him on the lips as he spasmed from orgasm, "We hope to see you with us again soon."