Programmed

Adam could not keep his eyes off of Candy. He knew that was because of how Carly had programmed the game and he had enjoyed Candy there was no question about that. He had not been able to keep his hands off of her since he started with having sex with her. She was stunning, and it was a stunning detail that her fire-colored hair brightened and smoldered at intervals.

She was in the kitchen, swaying to whatever music was inside of her head. He was hypnotized by her hips and ass from behind at the counter. Everything she did was something that made him feel like he was going to combust and he knew that was because Carly knew what he liked in women.

How was it that his wife had managed to put together all of the things that would get him so hot in one woman? Well, a woman created for her game which he was the muse for.

But he never imagined that he would be here. He had read the small print in the contract that Devon had given him, but he did not believe that he would be inside of the game. If anything, he imagined that Carly would be the one placed inside of her own game. Who would have imagined that they would be placed inside of a program? Was Devon Faust? Adam did not believe in that type of stuff, but he remembered the small print of the contract after he had a chance to sleep overnight in his game bed.

That made him want to use Candy for distraction. Adam had not meant for himself or Carly to sign away their lives. He was thinking about their future because they were going to make a lot of money with Devon’s company, but now he felt like he had let her and himself down.

Candy was the only thing that helped distract to him, as she walked over to him with her dark candy-colored lips, and a fruity gummy bear in her mouth. She offered him some and like in a dream, when he ate the candy it tasted like all of his memories of gummy candies in one bite.

Everything in this game world was either something that he knew or something that he dreamt of or imagined. Candy was his fantasy girl, if he was thinking about a woman to get himself off that was not his wife. It would have been someone like Candy. Someone that looked like her, smelled like her and was shaped like her.

“What are you thinking about Lover?” Candy asked and he looked deep into her eyes as she settled onto his lap. It was like he was looking into black holes because he could see that deep into her because she was not real. But the way she ground herself into his lap drove him crazy. He squeezed her waist as he held her close and moved against her without even undoing his pants although she was completely bottomless.

They moved in a wild frenzy, and he bit the soft skin of her arm when he came as she pressed her pretty manicured fingernails into his thighs. It was then as he kissed where he had bitten her and opened his eyes that he could see Carly looking at him — them. He knew that she could see what they were doing on the screen but he wondered if she was really looking at them or had he imagined her?

It almost did not matter if she could see him because he was programmed for this world now.

And Candy.

This is one story in a series. You can read the first one here and the last one here.

Read all of my stories and many more. Become a Medium member and support the writers you love — I’m a member!