Sheila walked into the house and dropped the groceries on the counter. She kissed Mark. “I’m going to work out for a while,” she added. She put on her leggings and sports bra. As she closed the closet door and saw her image in the mirror, the AI triggered the workout routine. “Workout routine active,” she muttered in a low robotic voice. Basically, the AI would take control of her cognitive and motor function for the predetermined task, in this case, thirty minutes of cardio on the treadmill. In the meantime, her brain would be put into something akin to a REM sleep state, a restorative pause that will count towards her needed sleep hours. If she added up to eight hours of autopiloted-ai routines, she wouldn’t need to sleep and could use those hours to make progress on her creative work.

As the counter reach zero and the treadmill beeped, the AI awoke Sheila’s brain, giving her back control over her body. It took a bit for Sheila to get used to waking up from the AI, but after three months she had the hang of it. She stepped down the machine removing her top. “I have to add the shower routine,” she said to herself while she yelled, “Mark, I’m going to take a shower.” As she turned, Mark was watching her from under the door frame, his dick hanging out from his zipper. “Wife of the year routine activated,” the AI spoke through Sheila. “Provide program to run. Pause program by using the keyphrase “Good girl”, terminate AI with keyphrase “Back to marriage”.” Mark smiled self-satisfied, proud of his handy hack.

“Start cock-swallower program,” said Mark.

Sheila advanced towards him immediately, her eyes lost in nothingness. She dropped to her knees, her hands on Mark’s butt, and immediately put his member into her mouth. Mark was still limp, but this was not an issue at all. Sheila suctioned and suck with all his dick in her mouth until it grew harder, and then, she started swinging her head back and forth, her lips closed tight as they slid tip to base, taking it all in. Tears formed in her eyes as her throat was bashed, but the AI was doing a good job at keeping her gag reflex in line. Mark accompanied her head, holding her from her hair, but in a way regretted that he didn’t need to push it in as she was already going as far as it could go. He made a mental note for a future improvement. “Good girl,” he said.

Sheila stopped, pulling him out just enough so the tip was touching her lips. She looked up. “Start can-I-have-your-ass program,” Mark stated with a smile. “Of course, you can have it, my love. It’s yours to fuck,” Sheila’s robotic voice replied.

She turned around and dropped her chest to the floor, her legs spread and her hips high. Mark considered lubing her hole like he always did, but at some point, he had to test the routine raw. This was as good time as any and his dick was wet enough, so he just got behind her and started pushing himself in. It was, obviously, much harder than the other times, but he was gladly surprised to see that the AI control on the sphincter was better than, he imagined, most people’s would be. There was some resistance, but soon he found himself balls deep into her ass, mercilessly hammering it. It was warm and tight, and it didn’t take long for Mark to be ready to cum. “Good girl,” he muttered almost breathlessly.

Sheila slid her hips downward, leaving his tip out, but just by the entrance. Her head turned, almost unnaturally, Mark thought, and stared at him awaiting instructions. Mark stood up again. “Start cum-slut program.”

Almost mechanically, Sheila rotated on her knees and threw her mouth to Mark’s cock. Mark considered if he should add natural reactions to smells and textures as part of the routine, for a more real feel. As it was, Sheila was just devouring his dick as if that was her only purpose in life. Her hands massaged his balls and ass as her nose kept slamming Mark’s pubes. Her neck swung her head at a ridiculous speed and Mark needed only a few seconds to cum. Sheila slowed down then and regarded his shaft as if it was ice cream, using her lips to milk every drop into her mouth. Once nothing else came out, she moved back and showed it to Mark, pride on her face, right before she swallowed. “Good girl. Start destroy-evidence program,” he said as he put his now limp cock back in his pants.

Sheila started to move frantically. She went to the bathroom, taking several minutes to come back, then got on the spot she had first turned around, with the top still on her arm not yet fully out of her body. “Warning, some changes couldn’t be repaired. Anus receptors can’t be reversed,” robotic Sheila said from under the top’s fabric.

“Well… it was meant to happen at some point,” he muttered. “Back to marriage,” he sighed.

Sheila was startled as the top came out of her head and saw Mark standing. “You scared me.”

“Nice boobies,” Mark smirked.

“Stop it perv,” she smiled. “Hmm, I think we need to cut down on the spicy food” she added rubbing her butt.