“So, what do you think Lana?” Richard said as he walked up to her and sat on the cot with her.
She turned and looked at him, a smile on her lips, but daggers in her eyes. She wanted to spit on him, but instead her lips moved of their own accord, “Don’t be silly, Lana doesn’t think! giggle“
He smiled and saw through the happy smile and response, then reached around her waist and grabbed her ass, “Oh come now, it’s not that bad really. I mean, you got everything you wanted, an easy life, no worries about money, and all the material things you could dream of. It’s just that I got what I wanted too, a hot blonde bimbo trophy wife.
Instead of refuting his claim, she just let out a little moan and titled her head back and stuck her tits out even farther.
Or at least the chip in her head did those things. In her own mind she was screaming bloody murder.
The plan had been to wrap Richard around her little finger with her beauty and a dumb blonde bimbo act, get him to put a ring on her finger, and then get a nice divorce settlement in a couple of years so she could live happily ever after.
Unfortunately Richard had a plan as well, and his didn’t require years, just a few days at the island spa that they’d arrived at a week ago on their honeymoon.
Her first drink had been spiked and within an hour of arriving she’d been whisked in an operating room. She could still feel the small incision and stitches near the base of her skull.
The next few days she’d learned just how little control over her life she now had. The implant could take complete control of her body and puppet her around like she had strings attached, or it could let her do most of the work and just make corrections as needed.
But it was that first night in bed with Richard that she’d learned just how insidious the chip could be. It didn’t just control her motions and actions, but could effect what she was feeling.
She’d had sex with Richard many times and he was alright in bed. She usually faked an orgasm for him, but once in a while she didn’t need to and he actually got her over the finish line.
But that first night of their honeymoon the implant had changed all that. Just the lightest touch of his fingers sent her spiraling towards the edge. He’d sucked on her nipples, something she’d never been a fan of but had put up with, and she’d almost orgasmed.
When he finally entered her pussy… well, that was otherworldly.
She’d orgasmed over and over again until she’d blacked out from the sheer force of them.
“So, do you want the good news or the bad news first?” he asked, bringing her out of her remembrance.
“Uhm, like, the good?” the chip translated from her simple ‘good’ to what Richard now wanted.
“The good news is that everything has good exceptionally well. The doctors tell me we can go home anytime.” he replied.
Lana wasn’t sure that really was good news. Sure, no issues was better than having issues, but still.
“The bad news is that they also tell me that the chip programming is complete, so I’m good to go with it’s full range of functions.”
His words sent a chill through her, these last few days he’d been all over her, fucking her mouth, her tits, her pussy while she squealed out in delight and encouraged him on. Or, again, the chip had at least, what more could be left?
He stood up and gently pulled her legs out from the cot, and then all the way around until she was seated 180 degress from what she had been, then he lifted her legs up, sending her down and onto her back, before pushing them all the way up to beside her head.
He quickly unclipped her bikini bottoms, dropped his swim trunks and then pushed his dick up against her tight little ass hole.
“Oh my god, like, are you gonna fuck my ass?!?” her voice cried out in a mixture of hope and need.
Inside she felt a wave of pleasure course through her body from his tip every so lightly being up against her sphincter.
“Do it baby! Do it! Fuck my ass! giggle” she cried out and he pushed ever so slowly into her ass and she cried out in pure joy.
It was like nothing she’d every experienced before. The orgasms from the last few days that she thought were the pinnacle of sexual pleasure were as nothing in comparison.
“Yes baby! Deeper! Deeper!” she heard her own voice scream out as she felt his torso come into contact with her ass.
He reached forward and grabbed her tits, leaning his weight into it and pushing just another inch or so in to her ass.
“Yes! That’s it! All the way! Fuck my dirty little ass with your big hard cock!”
Then he stated to stroke in and out, squeezing her tits hard, and her voice devolving into guttural groans and grunts as the first of the orgasms overcame her.
At first, Lana heard the crashing waves of the ocean, then the warmth of the sun, and finally the cum running down her inner thigh from her ass.
They all sounded and felt simply amazing.
A shiver ran down her spin at that thought, not because it wasn’t what she was feeling, but because it was.
Richard fucking her ass had been a revelatory experience, like tasting chocolate for the first time at the age of 40, or seeing snow for the first time in your life as an adult.
Deep down she knew it was the implant, that devilish chip rewriting what she was experiencing, but it didn’t matter. The experience had still been real and she knew she would move heaven and earth to experience it again.
She rolled over and found her bikini bottoms beside the cot, along with a towel to wipe herself up with before putting them back on. Then she headed back into the resort to find Richard and finally tell him what she really thought.
