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Trisha gazes over at Rob, and she sees his hands gripping at the chair. Poor man is so wired from all the excitement. It’s only a matter of time before he springs free to fuck his wife. But Trisha cannot have that.

No, Dawn is hers… for now.

“Something the matter, dear?” Trisha asks, walking over toward the needful husband, her hips swaying in a seductive dance.

“I’ve… I’ve never seen anything like it before,” he said. “And Dawn… she’s… she’s-”

“She’s taking it all in good stride, isn’t she?” she coos, rubbing his shoulder gently. She leans in, placing a peck on his cheek, but he doesn’t turn. Not even with her ample breasts in front of his face. She pouts, knowing that Rob will never let her have his wife to herself. Not unless she trained him perfectly.

“Well, then, I want to enjoy the same view, too, dear,” she says, a slight purr in her voice as she turns around, bending forward before she lowers herself down, sitting on top of his lap, pushing his erection down and her sex kissing the side of his mast.

Rob snaps out of his trance, groaning in both arousal and confusion as Trisha leans back against him, moving her hands up along his hair, fingers weaving through the strands as she finds a way to sit with her back to his chest and her body exposed for him. Al the while, the two of them both enjoy the show, but now, he has a reason to not jump out of his seat.

“How about some interactive entertainment, lovely?” she breathes a sultry whisper. Even before she waits for his response, her hips gyrate, subtly sliding up and along his shaft, making his cock roll around and become slathered in her excitement.

Rob grunts, his hands lifting from the arms of the chair and brushing along Trisha’s body. His left slides upward, getting a firm grip at the woman’s bountiful chest. His right slides down, squeezing at her thigh.

Trisha lets out a loud and long groan, letting not only Rob know how much the idea of her future lover’s husband feeling her up excites her, but to let the most likely distracted Dawn also hear that Rob is having fun with her best friend. How will that affect Dawn? Would she become more aroused? Will she become jealous. Would she take her husband back by forcing Trisha to become her sexual servant for the rest of her life? The woman shudders, the moan coming from her mouth from that thought more real than the one she just expelled for show.

Dawn can, in fact, hear the show before her, but she doesn’t want to move to see just exactly what was happening. Perhaps it is her desire to take the lustful sounds and hold them in her imagination that urges her to keep her eyes upon the ceiling, building up her desire deep within her core. However, she isn’t without her own things to think about.

The newly arrived hands move up along the inside of her legs, pressing their fingers up against her flesh and gently pushing her legs apart. Other hands rub at her ankles, acting as suggestive shackles. A quick flick of her leg shows that they do not hold tight, but instead only wrap around her leg once she settles back down. For now, she takes their suggestions, letting her body open up for whatever is next for this new level of the machine.

Trisha has set the dial to 4. No more is the be content with just gentle massages and loving caresses. From the foot of the mattress, another arm rises up. Instead of an intricate hand, a more basic, simple member crowns the tip of the machine. A dildo: a fake cock bending down as it points into the air, the weight of its girth too much for the shaft to bear. But, it isn’t designed to point to the sky for a long period of time, and it lurches forward, lining up according to where the fingers swirl around her lips. The mechanism feels Dawn’s wet desire and uses the sensation to tell where exactly the woman’s sex lies.

Calculations run through the electronic lover, and soon, it shifts, the floppy dong shaking in its quick and jerking movements. Finally, though, it pushes forward, losing the mechanical roughness and instead head in toward her slowly, letting her become mentally, if not physically, prepared for its next level.

Once the head of the apparatus kisses the lips of Dawn’s labia, the woman sighs in both relief and in anticipation. Relief comes from the fact that the device does not slam into her with robotic pulverizing punishing pushes, but that it slides gently into her. Taking some time to stop and let her adjust to its girth. It then slides back out, even though it easily could push itself all the way into her with one thrust. It is because it doesn’t that she finds herself enjoying the slow, methodical sensation of the tender lover. The Bed Beast isn’t much of a beast at all. In fact, it is kind, considerate, and it knows just where to touch in order to make sure she feels both comfortable and good. Though she loves it, she secretly feels in the back of her mind that she could take something perhaps stronger. Something, perhaps, not so nice, not so caring… an amoral fucking machine.

No… that could never happen to her, especially not with her husband in front of her. What is she thinking!?

Rob shudders underneath of Trisha, his hands roughly going at her tits as he lewdly tastes his wife’s friend’s neck. Trisha tilts her head, letting out a soft moan. It’s mostly for sure. Her husband often treats her like this, but it doesn’t really get her off. No, she’s getting all of her stimulation from the sounds coming from Dawn’s activities. Being tended to by the Bed Beast is unlike any living lover can possibly handle. That is, of course, unless what she hopes to accomplish actually works. The training today will surely make Dawn into the sexual powerhouse that will transform her from boring housewife to a practical goddess.