Esther (wife)

After some thought, David decided maybe the safest thing would be to become his wife. The odds of accidently having sex with his son a third time seemed the slimmest with her. He hit the button and was standing there staring at the reflection of the only woman he'd fucked since he was 18 or so.

It was exciting, but not as exciting as the previous two adventures. He already knew what Esther looked like naked, and he even knew what she tasted like. And he knew how to get her off, because if David was anything, it was a generous lover. Not that it helped get her legs apart more than a handful of times a year any more.

Then a thought hit him. If he wanted to avoid another awkward situation with Jacob, he had everything he needed to take his wife's body out. The closet was filled with her clothes. She was out of town. He could go anywhere and she would never be the wiser. He might even be able to scan in a few more subjects for his experiment because, honestly, a pretty woman was likely to attract less attention scanning someone than a middle aged man.

Of course he had other options too. There was a strip club across town that occasionally had amateur night. Or just go to the bar and have a drink, which he hadn't done in years thanks to Esther's super devout beliefs.