Unexpected Proposal
Chapter One: An Unexpected Proposal
The evening sun cast a warm golden glow over John’s sprawling estate as he stepped out onto the wrap-around porch, enjoying his nightly ritual of sipping on a fine whiskey while listening to the distant sound of ocean waves crashing against the shore. The vast property was an ode to his success in life—a testament that hard work and determination could lead one to unparalleled heights.
John had built this empire from scratch, starting as a young man with nothing more than ambition burning deep within him. His wife Clara, the love of his life, was by his side every step of the way—her beauty matched only by her intelligence and sharp wit. Together, they were unstoppable, forging through adversity to create a life that most could only dream about.
As John’s thoughts drifted back inside their luxurious home, he couldn’t help but smile at the sound of laughter echoing throughout the expansive dining room. He knew Clara was there, entertaining her best friend Jeanie over the desserts of their elegant dinner she had prepared. The two women had been practically inseparable since college—sharing countless memories and secrets that only true friends can understand.
John walked back into the house, drawn to the sudden change in atmosphere; the conversation had turned to more recent and serious events. John already knew that Jeanie would be staying with them for a few nights at least, but he listened carefully for any other important information as the women spoke. As he entered the dining room, he locked eyes with Clara for a brief moment before returning her playful smile. With only an imperceptible nod, Clara invited her husband to sit with them over the remainder of their recent wonderful meal.
The room’s ambiance was undeniably inviting. Soft candlelight flickered on polished silverware and fine dishes, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The air smelled of savory spices from the gourmet meal, now mixing with the night’s chill ocean breeze.
As he listened to the women chat excitedly about being “roomies” again after such a long time since college, John could sense the underlying tension of the recent events that caused this particular get-together. John also couldn’t help but notice how stunning Jeanie looked tonight—her dark hair cascading down her back in large, loose curls, accentuating the sparkle in her hazel eyes. He realized that he might have been admiring for a tad too long, but as he glanced at Clara, she winked knowingly before turning to the conversation. She had never minded him looking at other women. Still, now might not be the most appropriate time to take in Jeanie’s tight body-hugging evening dress/blouse combo, or how her long legs made the dress fall to the sides, cascading around her shapely thighs, or how her hardened nipples delicately pressed out on her blouse, or how her... no, now was not the time for that.
“Now, my dear,” Clara began, gently placing one hand over Jeanie’s as they sat side-by-side at the table. I know things have been tough for you lately.” Jeany stared on silently as Clara recounted the unfortunate events that had led to her best friend losing her job and her boyfriend back to back. Everyone knew that Jeany was basically filling John in by reiterating the situation to her friend. “I won’t take no for an answer; you’ll stay here with us for a bit.” I had already been decided, that was the entire point of this evening, to make it all official so that Jeanie would feel fully welcome to accept their help in this hard time. Everyone already knew, that was why Jeanie’s suitcases were sitting at the base of the stairs.
John watched his wife intently, admiring how effortlessly she blended concern with a playful sense of humor—one of many qualities he loved about her. She mixed sentences about how they would be able to care for Jeanie for a while with sentences meant to offhandedly insult Jeanie’s ex-boyfriend and ex-boss. As Clara continued, John couldn’t help but feel grateful for their life together, which allowed them to support a friend like this without batting an eye.
As if reading his mind, Clara turned to face him directly, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she proposed an idea that would change everything: “Why don’t you stay here with us for more than a few nights? You can have room and board for as long as you like if you agree to help with household duties.” John raised his eyebrows questioningly but chose not to interfere—after all, what harm could come from having extra assistance in their lavish home? His wife did so much for him, mostly without help.
Clara started listing various chores that needed attention: cooking, cleaning, laundry... she droned on for a while, looking John in the eyes, teasing him about exactly how much she did around the house... just to ensure he had not missed it. After an insanely long list that John thought she might have overdone slightly, Clara hesitated momentarily before adding with a sly smile, “Oh, and of course, pleasing John whenever he wants, however he wants.” It was evident on Clara’s face that she had expected some sort of protest or at least surprise from both her husband and friend; instead, she was met only with stunned expressions and a very long, awkward silence as they each looked each in the faces for much longer than anyone would expect. “Oh, and don’t worry, dear, the house computer will make sure you only do the duties that you consent to, and it has a way of making the duties that much easier.” Calra said this, still alternating her gaze between the shocked looks of John and Clara. She had expected this official statement to rattle them free so that someone could object to her brazen, obvious joke. Why were all THREE of them taking this joke so seriously? Clara felt her body fire up. She was not sure what percentage of the heat was sexual tension and excitement as she visualized her husband bending her best friend over the couch and fucking her so hard the couch scooted across the floor or what percentage of her welling emotions was jealousy and doubt, wondering why he was not admonishing the idea of him effectively cheating on her or letting her become a Cuckquean.
Clara fidgeted nervously in her chair, unsure of what to do next. To lighten the mood and break the tension, she smiled and said, “Well then, why don’t we go get her chipped right now?” It was clear that Clara had meant this jokingly also; however, it came out with uncharacteristic awkwardness, a complete lack of Clara’s usual confidence, and her voice cracked slightly, ruining the desired effect.
Again she had expected John or Jeanie to snap out of their stunned silence.
Was she expecting John to just come right out and say that Clara was all he would ever need, even as Clara was offering her friend’s body up for his free use? Surely John—a hot blooded male, successful businessman, and attractive stud—would enjoy such a service from Jeanie if she fully consented. It was unfair for Clara to expect him to feel otherwise when it was so freely offered by his wife.
Was she expecting that Jeanie would say that she would be willing to help with any chores except for being John’s concubine? How could Jeanie even do that without sounding rude this far into the “joke” at this point? And what if Jeanie did want this, could Clara really blame her. Surely Jeanie saw all of the same qualities in John that Clara saw, how could she not want him?
Without word or expression, Jeanie stood up, and Clara instinctively reached for her friend’s hand and led the way to the house computer room, where the human interfacing and healing pod was kept. Clara intended to talk some sense into Jeanie away from John—she had not expected her husband to remain so quiet throughout this ordeal. Instead of arguing with Clara about her joke, Jeanie said something completely unexpected: “You would give me to your husband... just like that?” At first Clara took it as an accusing insult, but something in Jeanie’s eyes and shallow quick breathing told Clara to give a second thought to what Jeanie had said. Jeanie was looking at her almost pleadingly, not accusingly. It was almost as if Clara had offered to share her most prized possession and Jeanie could not believe her luck. It was almost as if Jeanie was begging Clara to tell her that it was NOT a joke. Clara could tell Jeanie was near tears hoping that it might be true; a present and surprise beyond her greatest expectation of this stay with her best girlfriend. It was possible that Jeanie had not even considered it consciously before and the possibilities, excitement, and prospect of forbidden pleasures were crashing through her remaining inhibitions and self control.
Clara reassured her friend that the house computer could control their emotions and, to some extent, their actions through the chips—but she would give Jeanie the same settings as hers so that neither woman would be forced into doing anything they didn’t want. This idea of being equal to her best friend seemed to satisfy some of Jeanie’s unspoken concerns. With a sigh of relief, Clara showed her how to stand in the chipping machine.
Before making room for the hatch to close, however, Jeanie reached forward with an inquisitive look on her face. Clara stepped closer and guided her best friend’s hand to the back and base of her neck, where the chip was under her skin. Jeanie touched it gently, clearly trying to imagine what it might feel like to have such a device embedded under her own skin, or maybe she was trying to guess what the actual control might feel like. Jeanie had the softest touch, and it was not helping with Clara’s newfound arousal in the slightest. It was also not helping that their breaths were mingling sweetly in the slowly closing space between them. It did not help that she could feel the heat coming off Jeanie’s body, not that her lips looked so sweet. Without warning, Jeanie turned their fingers upwards, ran them up the back of her skull and through Clara’s hair close to her scalp, tightened her grip, and pulled their faces together in a forceful, wet kiss. The passion lingered for several moments before they finally separated. Jeanie—with her eyes closed after the kiss, as though the kiss was the last thing she wanted to remember before the chip was installed—pressed her back against the chipping machine and relaxed her body.
Clara was still savoring the sweet taste of Jeanie’s lip gloss on her lips as she gently pushed the pod door shut. In a daze, Clara tapped out some commands on the touchscreen to initiate the chipping process and then copied Clara’s settings onto Jeanie’s chip. She didn’t have time to work on customizing the settings. She knew what this meant for Jeanie and John, so Clara was excited and sad. Effectively, both women would be treated equally by the house. If John desired either of them the house would up their desire to match his. It would be a thrill to watch Jeanie’s face the first time that happened, especially since John’s desire would probably outshine anything he had felt toward Clara in a while.