The Party: Going Up a Notch
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Dawn has been going through the levels of the Bed Beast, all while her best friend and her husband fuck each other watching her with this device. Now, she's made it to the halfway point, and the robotic bed is starting to change things up based on the desires of both members of the married couple.
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Trisha grinds against Rob’s length, never letting him inside of her. No, he can writhe and desire her sex all he wants for now. Instead, she contents him with the wet, sloppy kisses from her pussy, which waters with such anticipated desire to feel Dawn’s hands, to experience Dawn’s tongue, and to even allow Dawn to strap on a cock from her very large collection of dildos and take her for a wild wide.
And what of Dawn now? Well, she’s taking to part 4 quite well. Perhaps its time finally to move up to level 5? A quick click lets Rob know that Trisha has turned the dial. Dawn will receive another indicator of the change of pace.
The robotic cock that treated her like a lover pulls out from the heated love pot that is Dawn’s womanhood. The hands keep her down, but stop their gentle caresses, leaving her to have a breather, her eyes darting all around as she tries to find out just what in the world is happening. “W… why did they stop?” she whines, lifting her hips and moaning out. “Trishaaa! Why did it stoop!?”
Trisha giggles and scoots up a bit. Rob’s dick goes under her and then pops back up, settled at her crack of Trisha’s firm rear. “Oh, don’t worry. Once it reaches the halfway point, it starts to make a few calculations. This is when the Bed Beast really gets itself going.”
“Y… you’re talking like the machine is alive…” Rob says, his gaze now going to his sweat-stained, sex-hungry wife.
“In a way. There are advanced algorithms to make sure it figures out just what its partner wants. In all things, it’s the perfect subservient sex partner, willing to do everything the user wants without needing anything in return.”
Two more hands emerge from the bottom of the beast. These are dainty and feminine, and they brush down along Trisha’s soles. She twitches, but they don’t quite tickle her. Instead, they work upon her feet, caressing her, holding her, massaging her. “Ha… aa…” she sighs. “I was worried these things would do something dangerous or something.”
“Oh, they’re just getting started, dear,” Trisha says. “You just have to give them time. It likes to get its, hm…, user, nice and relaxed before it moves on to the next thing.” She then chuckles and looks over to Rob, a shine in her eye. Little does he know, but everything in this room is designed to provide feedback to the Bed Beast. That means the chair has been monitoring him. It’s checking his heart rate. It’s monitoring his movements. Its learning what things happening to his wife turns him on. This is the first time Trisha has had a chance to test the device on someone who wasn’t a total cuckold. What sort of adjustments will the bed make when the participants have no idea what is happening? The idea makes her shiver.
The feminine hands pause a moment, as if they had just been struck by an idea. They retract back into the bed, leaving Dawn alone once more. She cranes her neck, looking for where the arms will emerge once again. Now, another pair come out at the top, these feminine fingers grasping onto a pillow. Rough male hands push the back of her head up while the female ones slide the second pillow under her. Now, the married couple get a nice view of each other.
Dawn blinks, slightly confused. It’s as if she has seen Rob for the first time in a long time.
Trisha titters at this and shifts around, sitting across Rob’s lap, bridal style. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in close, her lips brushing over his own. His whole body shivers as he opens his lips, letting his tongue slip in and mingle with hers.
His grunts and her moans cause Dawn to squirm under the captivating hands, but they will not relent to her. The fact she doesn’t command them to let go or scream to Trisha to make it stop tells Trish all she needs to know about how much Dawn likes this.
More appendages emerge, and this time, they come with makeup: crimson lipstick and sultry eyeliner. The loving married couple didn’t realize it until now, but the makeup that she had put on this morning had faded over the course of hours of exhausting sex and intense summer heat.
The machine presses the stick upon her lips, and she leans into it, puckering just enough to get the best effect. When the eyeshadow and lash curlers approach, she closes her eyes, and let them work on her as well. Who would have thought that a higher setting would doll her up?
But Trisha knows. She pulls from Rob’s lips with a sloppy smack of a kiss and licks her lips, returning to the position that allows him to hot dog her. “Oh, watch this, Robby dear? I have a feeling you’re going to love what’s coming next.”
But of course he will. The bed has been noticing the changes in
him. It should be enough time now to reveal to everyone something that maybe they have not seen before. Trisha bites her thumb nail, leaning in close, excited to see what secret desires the bed will reveal. And then, once he’s all nice and riled up, maybe she’ll rile up Dawn a bit. Yeah, that’ll hit the spot for sure. She keeps her thumb on the dial, waiting for the perfect moment to turn things up.
More hands emerge from the bed, dainty feminine ones, at that. Some of them hold small hair bands while others are free. The free ones trace over Dawn’s face, just seeming to want to feel her skin, while the banded hands make their way to Dawn’s hair, weaving locks through their slender fingers.
Dawn glances down toward her husband and Trisha, but with Trisha sitting on Rob as she is, Dawn cannot see her husband too clearly. When she does glance at him, he’s focused on groping and humping Trisha—her best friend—taking her husband. No, this is a swinger’s party. Or… or it was. The party is over, isn’t it? No… it’s just beginning. “Whatever you’re going to do,” she calls out to the bed, “do it now!”