Unexpected Proposal
Chapter Two: Chip
As the chipping process concluded, the pod door cracked open with a single bell ding like an old microwave—a small customization setting Clara had added because she thought it was funny. Clara pulled open the door, ready to catch her friend if she fell or fainted. Jeanie stepped out carefully onto wobbly legs—the effects of having her body flooded with endorphins and other chemicals to numb any potential pain or discomfort during the procedure. Jeanie looked at Clara, her eyes glazed over slightly as she adjusted to this newfound sensation in the back of her neck—a small metal disc now resting just beneath the surface of her skin. She didn’t even want to touch it yet, expecting to find a swollen wound instead, but the truth was the skin was already fully repaired and looked as smooth and clean as it had a minute earlier.
Clara smiled reassuringly at her friend before leading her back into the living room, where John still sat quietly sipping his fine whiskey, deep in thought. As they approached him, he looked up and locked eyes with Jeanie for what felt like an eternity; his gaze was intense yet unreadable as it bore into hers. Clara knew that the house would pick up on John’s desire at any moment and sense Jeanie’s readiness. Clara watched Jeanie’s eyes carefully, ready to soak in the expression in 5, 4, 3, 2...
“So,” Clara began hesitantly, breaking the silence that had stretched between them all too long now. “Are we really going to go through with this?” She didn’t wait for the answer she knew was on their lips. “Tell me, babe... how strong is your desire?”
Clara had expected an immediate response from John and maybe even Jeanie since she had intentionally worded the question openly. John seemed to be waiting for something, and Jeanie looked at John with a look that could only be described as “Tell me you want me, and you can have anything... all of me.”
John tore his gaze from Jeanie’s hungry stare to look at his wife. Feeling sympathy for him, Clara nodded imperceptibly, telling him—in one look—to be completely honest and open with their new housemate. There was a chance that John might think that they were pulling his leg. Was he hesitating our of polite concern or because he didn’t want to embarrass anyone? It would have been easier if John had just taken advantage of the situation on his own, at least easier for Clara. Instead, she had to nod, give her consent, and give up a part of herself and her relationship. Somehow, though, she knew this sacrifice would pay dividends. John looked back at Jeanie, gathered his courage, and said, “I can hardly breathe; I want you so bad right now.”
Jeanie’s knees partly gave out, but Clara caught her. John lunged forward to steady both of them, looking worried. “What the hell was that?” John said, worried, at the same moment that Jeanie said the same words but in a breathy whisper of unadulterated awe and lust.
Without thinking of the consequences, Clara responded. “That’s the effect the house has on a woman when the man of the house wants her so badly that he can barely stand... the emotions carry over so that she can barely stand. And I’m sure it is a lot more intense for Jeanie as she has never felt her own lust and someone else’s at the same time. Look at her eyes, she wants you as badly as you want her, even before the house took over.” Clara sounded a little sad.
John stepped back, seeing that the women were now standing more steadily. “So you’re telling me she can feel how much I want her, and it’s making her want me? Wait, you’re telling me that YOU have been able to feel how much I want you? For how long? Why didn’t you ever tell me that you only wanted me when I wanted you to want me?!”
“John, don’t take it wrong. I want you all day, all night, all year; I love you desperately. The house just... enhances my feelings and lets me enjoy the sex that much more. It also ensures I never miss your amorous moments; it helps me be a better wife and has never taken away from our love. And... when you feel a bit... adventurous... well, it makes me a little more... shall we say... flexible. Like when you want me to... well... you get it. I’m a little more willing to bend to your specific desires.” Clara was just now realizing that this entire thing might not have been her idea. What if he had been getting the hots for Jeanie during Jeanie’s moment of vulnerability, and Clara had picked up on it and been led down this road?! No. This felt right to Clara. This felt like her own original desire and an obvious outcome from her own brash joke being explored to its ends. Well, now was not the time to look a gift horse in the mouth.
“But... you’ve never almost fallen over when I come on to you? Are you just used to it?”
“No, you’ve just never wanted me as badly as you want Jeanie. At least you haven’t felt this much desire in years, and certainly not since we got the house control system and my chip was installed. And I don’t blame you; she’s never ever looked so ravishing as she does tonight, and you’ve not had a new hot little willing plaything in years. I can tell you, though... when I wear high heels and lingerie and pretend that I’m trying to hide it under a summer dress as a post-date treat, and you think you caught me before we go out, and you lift up my dress to ‘expose’ my dirty little secret... and wont let me leave the house until you have relieved yourself in me... oh... those are good ones! I feel those, I just never explained it to you properly.”
Jeanie looked momentarily lost in thought. She could feel his attention shifting back to her as he remembered these fun little adventures with his wife, and started imagining some of them with Jeanie. John seemed to be just getting an inkling of the power his emotions had over her and what he could do with this new knowledge.
John’s focus returned to Clara. She needed to distract him fast, or this would all get too confusing too soon. “Look. Go have your fun with her, I know you love me, and when you two have had some fun, and it simmers down, maybe you’ll want me again.”
John locked eyes with his wife before he spoke. “Woman, I’ve never wanted you as much as I do right now!” Even as John had started to speak, Clara and Jeanie shivered in unison; clearly, they could both feel something building in John. Clara knew though that his attention was as much on Jeanie as on her, even though he had directed his desire onto her. She didn’t need the house to help her know that she just wanted to get out of the way and let her husband have some fun. She also wanted nothing more than for her best girl friend to let off some steam and forget about her life troubles for a moment. And Clara knew there was nothing better than a thick cocking to help with that.
Jeanie hardly even realized that Clara and John were practically carrying her limp body to the couch before she recovered. They set her down on the couch, then sat on either side of her. It was clear to Clara that Jeanie’s heart was racing, her blood was running HOT HOT HOT, and her pussy was probably just shy of gushing, and all in an instant since John had spoken his desires. But Jeanie calmed herself and steeled her nerves to speak.
“Listen, I’ve had my fill of excitement for the night, I want you two to have some fun.” Looking at John Clara instructed, “By morning, I don’t want her to be able to walk to breakfast. Maybe I’ll do some shopping. Maybe I’ll hit the hardware store and get a wheelbarrow to help get Jeanie’s limp ass legs out of bed and down to breakfast in the morning?” Clara looked at Jeanie, then knowingly down at John’s crotch, “Honey, I did warn you about his... you know... skillset... just take your time if you need. Don’t let him rush you until you can... uh... handle it. You need time to get used to the intensity of your own desire coupled with the chip’s emotional enhancement, especially since John here is a bit... over excited to test you out.”
Jeanie responded slyly, “Girl, I’m less worried about his skillset and more worried about his toolset. Just tell me one thing: What really works for him?” Clara only smiled and winked. She knew that—with the help of the house and John’s confident creativity—Jeanie would not need to worry about what she should do.
Clara looked into Jeanie’s eyes with a bit of jovial sadness, “Oh, he won’t give you a chance to try anything tonight, dear; just hold on tight; he’s got this.” Then Clara pulled Jeanie’s face towards her own for their second-ever deep, passionate kiss; a bit of a show for John, not that he needed any encouragement. Before relinquishing Jeanie, Clara pulled her closer and suckled on her earlobe, making Jeanie’s legs weaker knowing that she would not be on them for a while. Last, Clara pulled her husband close, but before kissing him passionately, said, “I hope you were taking notes about her earlobes, soft, gentle, then a nibble at the last moment as if you don’t want to let go, oh and...” Clara pulled her husband’s ear to her mouth and whispered something that made John smile. “Oh, oh... and...” Clara pulled him in again and told him another secret. Jeanie strained her ears to listen, embarrassed and slightly hurt that her best friend seemed to be giving away all of her deepest sexual confessions. However, she knew Clara would save the kinky ones for another day. Jeanie also knew that Clara was the only human on the planet who knew all of her deepest desires, dirty little secrets, and impossibly embarrassing fetishes.