by K. N. Sites
(05/08/02)

Ed was cheating on his wife for the first time in years. Those years had once seemed contented and satisfying; now he looked back and was amazed at what he'd been missing. Now he was in love, or more accurately, lust. All he wanted was to throw the object of his lust down and fuck her, over and over.

"Tell you what," his wife Claire said, relegated to second-best. "I'll take you down to WalMart; you can get some clothes for her and play dress-up."

"You're jealous."

"I am not jealous. I just never expected anything so typically middle-aged from you."

"You never liked her from the start."

"Well, when you started keeping her under the bed...that was the last straw." They both referred to Claire's rival in the third person, because she didn't have a name.

On the box she'd been named Tiffani. Tiffani the Wonder Doll, with SmoothTouch(TM) skin and Self-Lubrication Mode, patent pending. "A party doll?" Claire had said when he unpacked the box. "You bought a party doll? Oh, please."

"Not just any party doll. This is new!" Ed had taken one of the doll's breasts and squeezed it for demonstration, and the yielding, fleshlike feel under his hand almost caused him to stop talking entirely. "This is top-of-the line materials. They use these mannequins in medical schools."

"Which classes are those?"

"Well, theirs don't have the Vacuum-Seal(TM) attachment." He freed the doll from the box. Its face was amazingly lifelike for something with a permanently pursed mouth, and the skin-textured coating was all over its body, not just on the expected parts. It was amazing craftsmanship. "You have to admit this company sells good stuff."

"I know," said Claire. Claire and Ed shared their sex-toy hobby; between them they'd amassed an impressive collection of vibrating eggs, body oils, edible underwear, and day-glo dildoes, but Claire seemed to have no interest in the latest in body-replication technology. "They have a very liberal return policy," she added pointedly.

Ed was gazing at the doll's abundance of vacant, gaping maws. "Oh, I don't think we'll need to send her back," he said.

And so his first real affair started.

At first it was just enjoyable in a campy sort of way, masturbating with a Frankensteinian Barbie doll, but slowly he found himself thinking of it as fucking instead. Partners, not just solo. The Vacuum-Seal(TM) and the Self-Lubricating Mode lived up to the hype on the package. The feel was amazingly close to that of a real woman, not only her SmoothTouch(TM) mouth and cunt, but the skin on her breasts and ass, the resilience under him when he threw his full weight atop her, even the slightly slippery feel against his belly and chest when his own sweat lubricated her skin. She was always available, always there. Whenever he felt like it he could grab her, throw her down, and fuck her till he imagined a scream issuing from her pouty lips.

"It's a power thing," he told Claire. "I never realized before, but I guess I have that dark streak in me. We all do."

"Yes, we all want to abuse plastic."

"We all want someone totally compliant, totally under our control, subservient to our will. It's our most basic human flaw." He realized the effect of his philosophizing was probably blunted by the fact that he was delivering it with his cock shoved up the doll's SmoothTouch(TM) ass, but the point was the same.

"It's not a someone. It's a something." Claire sat in a chair and waited for her turn. At first she'd half-heartedly masturbated while he fucked Tiffani, but she'd soon given that up; now when Ed pulled the doll out she merely waited for him to finish before taking her place on the bed.

"Then you have even less reason to be jealous." Ed groaned, humping so hard it was painful. "You get yours. What are you complaining about?"

"I'm complaining because my formerly sane husband is having an affair with a doll -- right in front of me." Claire stood up and walked out of the room.

Damn, Ed though vaguely, but he was too caught up now to stop. After he finished, he'd go talk to Claire. After he finished.

When he was done, some time later, he found her curled up in a blanket on the couch watching Seinfeld reruns. Claire hated Seinfeld. "Go away," she said without looking up.

"Come on, Claire, you're being ridiculous."

"Go away now." Claire didn't move, and finally Ed ceded the field.

He didn't understand what she was so burned about. If anything, he came to their bed with even more enthusiasm since he'd been using the doll. A man needed variety, it got him worked up and happy. And the doll was far better than a real mistress -- he didn't have to spend money on her, or listen to demands, or bother inventing nights at the office or golf games with guys he didn't like. Claire wasn't being neglected emotionally or physically. What was her problem?

At breakfast the next day he broached the subject. "Claire, this is childish. I really think we can work out something here, if we only...."

Claire looked at him over her cereal, the only time her eyes met his all morning. "I don't want her in our bed. You can haul her out when I'm around once a week. That's it. The rest of the time, I don't want to know about it. Okay?" She ate her Cheerios without further comment and left early for work. Ed poked at his Fruit Loops until they all sank.

Nothing more was said about the doll. Ed decided the wisest course of action was not to bring her out in front of Claire at all. This had the unexpected but not unpleasant side effect of making the affair illicit -- and all the more thrilling.

Sometimes he'd smuggle Tiffani into the bathroom or the hall closet and fuck her while Claire puttered around downstairs, putting his hand over her mouth and hissing "Shhhh" into her wide, panicky-looking eyes. Sometimes he'd wait for the sound of Claire's car pulling out of the driveway before he'd take the doll out, and sometimes he'd time it so he was just finishing up as she was due back, fear of discovery adding a new thrill to the ones already running down his spine.

One day when he came home from work there was a small package on the dining room table; it was from the same company he'd bought the doll from. He started to open it.

Claire said, "That's mine."

He looked at the label. It was addressed to Claire. Obviously she'd gotten over her aggravation and was starting to add to their collection again. Good old Claire. He handed her the package and gave her a hug. He got a funny look and a mock smack in return.

The evening crawled. Ed was desperate to know what was in the package, but didn't want to ask. Claire played it cool all evening, and when she disappeared into the bathroom right before bedtime Ed thought he'd scream. What could she be up to?

She was gone for quite some time. The water started in the shower. Damn, thought Ed, and then almost before the first thought was finished, Maybe I can...

He pulled the doll out from under the bed.

"Hold it right there!"

Ed looked up, caught red-handed with his hands full of plastic. Claire was standing in the bathroom doorway, the decoy shower still running in the background. She was naked save for an oddly-draped towel around her hips. "Fair is fair," she said.

Ed dropped the doll on the bed and backed away, waiting for the explosion. It didn't come.

Instead, Claire dropped her towel and revealed an impressively-sized strap-on dildo. "SmoothTouch(TM)," Claire said, stroking it. "It's very lifelike."

Ed was infuriated. He had no right to be, and that made him even madder. How dare Claire go to a piece of plastic over him? "Okay," he snarled. "Fair's fair. Joke's over."

"Oh, it hasn't even started yet."

"What?"

Claire smiled a serene get-even smile. "I'm going to see why you've been so fascinated." She eyed the doll, its Vacuum-Seal(TM) orifices open helplessly to her. "I'm going to fuck her."

And she did, shoving the dildo into the doll's cunt and propping herself on her hands, humping. SmoothTouch(TM) slid against SmoothTouch(TM), little whining squeaks rising from the friction as if the doll was protesting. Claire panted, grunting at her effort, her white ass rising and falling in front of him. He became more aroused with every stroke.

"So," Claire grated, looking into the doll's vacant face, "who's better, him or me?"

Ed gave Claire's ass a helping shove. She grunted, tossing her head and shaking the hair out of her eyes. "She's not so fucking great, you know."

Ed rubbed the head of his cock against her soaking cunt. When Claire thrust back he shoved himself into her, and then they pushed forward together, groaning in unison. "Same question for you," Claire said. "Who's better?"

"You are." Ed groaned, thrusting harder, the two of them pounding into the helpless doll. "You are."

Claire ground herself against the doll's realistically molded mons. Ed slipped a hand down to finger her clit while he slid in and out of her, and she ground herself harder and harder against plastic and fingers, clamping his cock.

"God!" she gasped between her moans. Claire never made noises. Ed fucked harder, at fever pitch.

"Take that, you plastic bitch!" Claire's voice rose almost to a scream and she threw herself on the doll, orgasm after orgasm ripping through her body. She lay as helpless and quivering as the plastic beneath her, and Ed shot into her, his hips still pumping long after he was spent. He collapsed on Claire's sweatsoaked back, and the two of them lay gasping for air.

Dimly he realized the shower was still running.

Claire stirred and spoke. "I think I broke it."

Ed helped Claire up. The left side of the doll's body had caved in. Their weight must have ruptured something, he realized. Its SmoothTouch(TM) breast was dished in and one leg was cocked at an impossible angle.

"She's gone," Ed said.

"Good."

"She was a nice doll. It's a shame."

"That's okay." Claire unstrapped the harness from her hips. "I've got us something new to play with."

"What?"

"That's right, you already have one, don't you?" Clare studied it critically. "But yours isn't SmoothTouch(TM)."

"It's just a little sticky right now."

"Better wash it off. I'll help you."

Ed jerked his head toward the shapeless plastic on the bed. "What about her?"

"Let her," Claire said, taking him by the cock and leading him to the shower, the dildo in her other hand, "wash herself."

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