Misc. Erotica The Problem With Immortality

Without any context, it would look like... it would look like...

But then things got even worse when the image changed to Tom, being massaged by Judy at the massage clinic.

Oh my god, she was recording the whole time.

Tom watched as Judy's hand worked under the towel, and then, smiling and winking at the camera, she yanked the towel off with a flourish, and started to openly wank him to orgasm. Tom watched as his other-self groaned while Judy worked his glistening, enormously aroused penis to orgasm. He watched as he climaxed, spraying sperm all over his body, while Judy watched contently and kissed him... and he kissed her back.

The first kiss, at the golf club, he might have been able to explain to Jeanine.

But this, this he could never explain.

"You sent this to Jeanine?" Tom whispered.

"Perhaps I exaggerated," said Judy. "I prepared an automessage, to be delivered in two hours time, to What's Her Name."

"Cancel it!"

Judy simply looked at him expectantly.

"What do you want?" Tom asked.

"Make love to me," said Judy.

"No," said Tom.

"All right," said Judy, turning to go.

"Wait!" said Tom.

She stopped.

"You wouldn't really do it, would you?"

Judy smiled, nodding.

"But Judy, I love Jeanine."

"I don't care about What's Her Name. I care about you," said Judy.

Tom opened his mouth, and then closed it. He had very few options. "What happens if I do this, if I make love to you?"

"She will never see the holo, I promise."

"And you're not recording now?" Tom said.

"Look around. Do you see a holorecorder here?"

Tom had to admit he didn't. But then, he hadn't seen the one at the golf club or the massage clinic.

"All right," he said reluctantly. He took a step forward.

Judy held out a restraining hand.

"What?" he said.

"No pity sex. No half hearted sex. You have to mean it," she said.

Tom looked at her beautiful face, her gorgeous blonde hair, and big breasts. "I don't think that will be difficult."

Judy smiled as he approached her and slowly kissed her, taking his time as he slowly ran his hands over her body. She could feel his attraction for her now, in every kiss, in ever caress. He stripped off her clothes, and she took off his, and she loved it when Tom actually gasped when he pressed his chest against her breasts.

"So beautiful," he said, fondling them with wonder. "So tremendously beautiful."

"Really?" said Judy.

"Yesssss."

He eased her down on the blanket and gently and methodically made love to her. There was no pretending in it. Tom moved between her legs, entered her, and thrusted, going back and forth slowly, hugging her as he looked into her eyes.

Soon he was thrusting faster and faster, and they both came to their orgasm: Judy first, when she felt Tom's shaft rub her clit to a shattering climax, and Tom, when the head of his penis, rubbing against her tight vaginal lips, worked itself up and beyond the point of no return. He ejaculated his essence into her.

They lay together on the blanket and said nothing for a while, touching each other tenderly, listening to the birds sing, and feeling the warm sun shining on their bodies. It was wonderful. Tom brushed some of the hair out of Judy's face. She was so beautiful! But he was with Jeanine, he reminded himself.

Finally, it was time to go. He got up, and gave her a hand getting up. She smiled as she took it gracefully.

Tom stared into her eyes.

"So you're going to do it? Cancel the message you programmed?" Tom asked anxiously.

"You mean to What's Her Name?" She kissed him. "Of course, dear. I promised. However, the recording of this particular sexcapade is another matter."

"Recording?"

"Yeah, I recorded it," said Judy.

"You did?"

"I'm bad, aren't I?" said Judy.

"I've had sex with you now. What more could you want?" Tom asked.

"Why, more sex, of course," said Judy, as if it should have been obvious. "Specifically, twice a week, for the next three months."

"You want me to have sex with you twice a week for the next three months?"

"I'm glad to see that even after two hundred years your hearing is as acute as ever, dear." She smiled at him as she slid her panties on. She thought she saw a hint of dismay in his eyes as her vagina was covered up.

"Judy... I can't... I can't..."

Judy reached over and kissed him, pressing her bare breasts against his chest. "You will, dear, otherwise What's Her Name will get the most amazing sex video in her virtual inbox."

Tom watched her strap on her bra, and then reach for her other clothes, all the time wondering if she was really serious.

Judy looked at him. "We have a long climb down, my love. Are you planning to go naked?"

Tom, distracted, looked around for his clothes.

When they got to the bottom of the mountain, Judy asked him a simple question.

"When?"

Tom had to decide.

For now, Judy had the upper hand. If Jeanine saw that video, it was the end of their relationship. He had to play along.

He named a day and time two days hence.

And so, Tom started having regular vaginal intercourse with Judy. At first, he didn't consider them dates. They simply got together in Judy's hotel room, wherever that happened to be, and had sex. Judy never had cause to complain about Tom being insincere or not showing genuine passion; she knew he enjoyed the sex and adored her body. All that was left was to win his mind.

After the second time they had a sex rendezvous in Judy's hotel room, a week after they had restarted their relationship on the mountaintop, Tom tried to gently reason with her.

"You know, this is never going to work," he said, lying in bed next to her.

Judy, wearing the contented smile of a woman who had just recently orgasmed, said, "What's never going to work, dear?"

"You want to seduce me, to win me over, to get me to leave Jeanine and be with you."

"You understand the program," said Judy brightly.

"But this is never going to work. You stalked me."

"Yes," Judy nodded, playing with his pubic hair.

"You tricked me."

"Yes." She wrapped a finger around the base of his penis, and gently squeezed.

"You blackmailed me."

"Also yes." Her hand started to cup his testicles, and squeeze gently.

"And now you're forcing me to have sex with you," said Tom.

Judy gave him a flirtatious look. "Can a man ever really be forced to have sex?"

"You know what I mean," said Tom.

"I do," said Judy.

"How do you expect this to work out? How do you expect this to appeal to me?"

"Why don't you let me worry about that?" said Judy. Her hand was now at the head of his penis, gently rubbing with a single finger. Tom quietly panted as she stroked his slit.

"You've changed, Judy," said Tom, resisting the urge to gasp. "And I don't just mean physically, which is quite an improvement, by the way, not that you were ever unattractive."

"Thank you, dear! I'll take compliments however I can get them," said Judy.

"But your personality. You're more determined, more aggressive... more...."

"Focused?"

Tom snapped his fingers. "That's the word."

"Because, my dear, I've figured out what I want. And what I want is you," she said, giving him a kiss.

They had sex twice more the second week. But afterwards, Tom kept resisting.

"I'm never going to leave her," said Tom.

"You mean What's Her Name?" said Judy, smiling. Her vagina was a little sore. Tom had really worked her over good. But she had enjoyed every minute of it.

"Jeanine."

"Yeah, What's Her Name," said Judy. "Tell me, if you love What's Her Name so much, why did you never marry her?"

"I... I had two children with her."

"Not the question I asked you," said Judy, prodding one of his nipples. "Why did you never marry What's Her Name?"

"I... I don't know."

"In fact, after being married to me for 82 years, you never married again for any substantial length of time. Why was that?"

"I don't know," said Tom again, thinking about it.

"Could it be that you never found anyone you loved as much as you loved me?" said Judy softly.

Tom looked away. "What we had was great. But it's over, Judy."

"Says the man lying in bed with the woman after having their second sexcapade of the week."

Tom turned look back at her. "Enjoy it while you can. In two and a half months, it's over."

On the third week Tom noticed something odd. Or rather, the absence of something odd.

When he was thrusting into Judy's vagina, the head of his penis sometimes felt something rigid, in her vagina, as if she was using one of those old fashioned cervical caps for birth control. He had felt it on two separate occasions, but now, thrusting into her, he could no longer feel it.

"Judy," he said, as he thrust into her. "Are you using protection?"

Judy laughed.

"What's so funny?" Tom asked.

"You've only thought to ask me that now, after you've been fucking me for over two weeks, even while you're banging me at this very moment?"

Tom stopped thrusting within her, though he didn't pull out. "I just assumed... I felt something hard, the last two times, inside of you. Something hard I don't feel now."

"You have an excellent sense of touch," said Judy, rubbing his arms affectionately. "You are correct. What you felt before was the organic containment unit I put inside myself before we had sex."

"Organic containment unit?"

"A flexible container meant to capture and store your sperm," said Judy.

"Store it?" said Tom. He pulled his penis out of Judy entirely. It glistened with their combined juices.

"Oh, why did you have to do that?" said Judy. "We were just getting to the good part!"

"Judy, what are you doing?" Tom asked.

"Watching you not having sex with me," said Judy.

"Judy!"

"I'm getting pregnant."

"What?"

"You're impregnating me," said Judy smugly.

"How can that be?"

"Go back to school and study basic biology. Learn how it's done."

Tom felt the walls of the hotel room closing around him. "Judy... how could you...."

She pulled him down so his face was close to hers. "I want a baby, Tom. And not just any baby, but your baby. What you... felt inside of you was a storage container. Now, I have a good sample of your sperm."

"What... what are you going to do?" Tom whispered.

"For the moment, nothing. I'm going to wait and see if you get me pregnant. If you do, I'll discard it. But if I don't get pregnant, I'll have your sperm mixed with my eggs and have an embryo created, and implanted within me."

"No," said Tom, feeling a chill of horror. "You can't use such a cold, scientific laboratory method to create a baby." The mere thought of it revolted him. "Babies are created through acts of love, Judy."

"Then make love to me, Tom," she smiled, starting to spread her legs.

Tom immediately saw the difficult choice she had presented him with. Either impregnate her, which he didn't want to do, or watch helplessly as Judy created a baby out of a science project in a lab.

"What will it be, Tom?" Judy asked, lifting her knees and spreading them further.

Tom looked at Judy's pink, glistening pussy lips, nestled between her dark pubic hair. She was so sexy. Her breasts were amazing. Her face was so beautiful.

He couldn't resist. Reluctantly, he got between her legs, and slowly reinserted himself into her.

"Good boy," said Judy, as he started to thrust into her. She wrapped her arms around his back. "Such a good boy. Keep rubbing in me, just like that, Tom."

Tom plunged in and out of Judy, mindful of what he was doing.

"You like this, don't you Tom?" Judy smiled.

"No," said Tom, even as he kept frictioning in and out of her.

"You do. I can see it in your face, your eyes. The thought of making me pregnant is making you even harder, doesn't it? Don't deny it. I can feel it inside, Tom, I can feel you getting bigger inside me."

Tom didn't reply, but grunted as he felt pressure building up inside his penis. He started to plow into her more rapidly.

"That's right, Tom, come inside of me, fill me with a baby, Tom. I want your baby. I'm ovulating Tom. My egg is waiting for you. There will never be a better time to fertilize me," said Judy, looking into his eyes. "Do it, my love. Do it now!"

Her words, her face, her attitude, sent him over the edge. He cried out, and ejaculated into her. Judy relished the feeling of him pulsing inside of her, as he lay still, completely inside of her, to fill her as deeply as he could. His mind might not be cooperating, not yet, but his body was.

Afterwards, Tom, realizing his eyes were closed, and opened them to find Judy staring at him, smiling at him.

"What have I done?" he whispered.

"You've inseminated me, darling. Thank you so much," she said, and pressed her breasts against him as she gave him a grateful kiss.

After that she continually taunted him about the baby while they were having sex. She found it made him hard, and caused him to come more quickly. Tom denied it, he claimed he hated every moment of it, but his body couldn't lie, and as Judy aroused him with her talk of impregnation, she made a point of making him very aware of it, all part of her effort to turn him.

Judy rode him, going up and down on his penis. She looked him in the eyes and whispered sexily, "I can feel it, Tom. I can feel your sperm mixing inside of me. I may already be pregnant. Won't you be proud when my belly grows big with your baby?"

"No!" Tom cried, laying there helplessly.

"You can show my belly off to What's Her Name. She'll be relieved to know that you're still fertile!"

"No!" Tom said, even as she continued to ride him. He felt his penis tightening up. Was it from the sex? Or from the thought of impregnating her?

"And when the baby is born, you'll never see him," said Judy. "When he asks who his Daddy is, I'll say it's the stork. The stork will replace you as his Daddy. Would you like that, Tom? Would you?"

"No!" Tom cried. "Please don't do that! I want to know my baby!"

"But you don't want this baby, Tom. Once it's inside of me, you'll never see me or the baby again."

"No, Judy, please no." But to his horror, somehow the thought of being so manipulated, so badly used, drove him over the edge, to a shattering orgasm, and he spurted rope after rope of cum inside of her. Judy laughed as she realized how she had made him come.

Afterwards, when they were lying together, he said, "Are you really going to keep this baby from me?"

Judy shrugged. "You've made it very clear that you're not interested in even having this baby."

"No, Judy, no," said Tom, reaching out to kiss her. "If you're going to have a baby, I want to be involved in its life."

"What about What's Her Name?"

"Fuck What's Her Name," Tom snarled.

Judy barely managed to hide her smile.

Their relations gradually evolved over time. At first, it was strictly business, and Tom came to her hotel room whenever summoned to inseminate her. But then Judy started ordering room service and they started eating together before or after. Then when Tom said he was getting tired of hotel food, Judy suggested a restaurant across the street for next time, and so he found himself falling into a pattern of having a meal with Judy right before having sex.

Tom was very much aware that they were falling into a pattern which to outsiders would look like a couple who were dating each other. While they ate, Judy asked about his work and even family life. At first Tom was sullen and not very responsive. But Judy persisted, smiling at him and asking repeated questions, and Tom was eventually prompted to respond. Before long he found himself telling her about his hopes and problems working at the Dyson Institute. Judy listened eagerly, and attentively, offering him moral support and suggestions to help him deal with the workplace dynamics he was dealing with.

Tom uncomfortably reflected that Judy was acting very much like Jeanine used to, in the first few years when they were together. Jeanine had showed interest in his work and hobbies and they had long talks together. Now they still talked about his work from time to time, but Jeanine simply didn't show as much interest in his life. She loved him, but didn't show as much empathy as she used to.

And then Tom's relationship with Judy (which Tom denied even existed) moved into a new phase, where Tom somehow found himself talking about his personal life. Judy was just such an easy listener. Tom talked about things he and Jeanine were doing together, but also touched on problems they were having. Judy never overtly criticized Jeanine, but simply listened attentively and put her hand over his, and gave him moral support. Tom also talked about his grown kids and how he wished he had a more active relationship with them. Over time, as Tom looked into Judy's beautiful face, with her gorgeous blue eyes, and long blonde hair, and large breasts which were always prominently featured in whatever she wore, he felt not only the strong stirrings of attraction, but also, the beginning of something else.

At first he had been enraged at the way Judy had tricked and blackmailed him into sex. He still felt that way. But now his feelings were being confused and crowded out by other emotions.

At the end of the first month Judy announced she had gotten her period. So Tom hadn't gotten her pregnant. He felt relieved, sort of.

"So I guess you won't be needing me this evening," said Tom, wondering why she had summoned him at all if they couldn't have sex.

"Not necessarily," said Judy, grabbing his hand and smiling. "There are still things I could do for you."

This would cross a line. Up to now, they had a simple blackmail arrangement, where Tom was forced to try to impregnate Judy. If they had sex whose only purpose was to give Tom pleasure, it would imply that Tom was there to enjoy himself with Judy.

Tom made no motion, either to participate or leave. He felt emotionally deadlocked But he didn't need to make a decision. Judy made it for him. She walked up to him slowly, wiggling her hips, her eyes full of hunger, like he was a fly trapped in her web. As she stood before him, he saw the lust burning in her eyes, and the total control she exercised over him. He felt completely hypnotized. Without saying a word, she slowly undid his pants and pulled them down, along with his underwear. Then she went down on her knees.

"Ooooh!" said Tom, as he felt her soft mouth on his organ, which immediately sprang to life under her thick, red lips and even more gentle tongue. As she started to bob her head back and forth, Tom grabbed the back of her head and moaned, "Oh Judy... Oh Judy..."

Judy smiled inwardly. It was the first time Tom had said her name during sex. Before long she sensed his penis hardening, and then he exploded, deep inside her mouth. Judy made sure to suck every last bit from him, and then got to her feet again.

"Oh Judy..." Tom whispered. "You didn't have to do that."

"Do you regret it, Tom?" she asked mischievously.

"No," he said softly.

Progress. Judy pressed her lips against Tom and wrapped her arms around him. Tom responded eagerly, hungrily, as Judy pressed her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues swirled together for a while and then Judy pulled back, saying, "You taste so good, Tom. You know that, don't you?"

For once, Tom was at a loss for words.

During the second month of their relationship, Tom performed with less and less reluctance. He wouldn't have to be prompted to take off his clothes or to penetrate her. He would just do it. Sometimes he would kiss and embrace her first, without prompting. And sometimes Judy would catch him smiling at her, with an eagerness... and even anticipation?

Tom had to admit that he had become completely smitten with Judy's new body. He was still attracted to Jeanine, but Jeanine wasn't exactly in top shape. She had a belly and her breasts weren't as magnificent as Judy's. And when they made love, Jeanine didn't show the kind of wild enthusiasm that Judy did. Tom had never noticed it before, but now, having had Judy repeatedly, he found he missed that kind of enthusiasm in Jeanine. And what's more, Jeanine never questioned all the evenings he was "working late". Did she suspect he was seeing another woman? She almost seemed not to care.

After having sex, Tom and Judy talked now about the most intimate things in bed, as if another intimacy barrier had been broken. Tom still intellectually thought of Judy as his blackmailer, but emotionally she had become a companion, even a lover. He found himself pouring out his problems about Jeanine. Problems he had never consciously noticed existed before. Before Judy came back into her life.

"I love her," Tom asserted. He always asserted that, defiantly, to Judy.

"But..." Judy smiled, teasing him.

"But... some of the spark has gone out of our relationship," said Tom. "We go places, we do things, and it's good... but it's not incredible. Not like it used to be." Tom realized the import of saying these things to Judy, Judy who could record him, and blackmail him even further.

But Judy no longer spoke of blackmail or recording him. She didn't even criticize Jeanine, even when she had many openings to, beyond calling her "What's Her Name". She simply said that Tom needed to figure out what he wanted in life, and that he was a good man who deserved the best of everything. Judy's lack of overt attacks on Jeanine cleverly left it to Tom to decide that something was seriously wrong with his relationship with her.

They grew closer together, emotionally, and at the end of the second month, Tom had to hide his disappointment when Judy didn't get pregnant. After she had sucked him off wonderfully, they relaxed in each other's arms. Tom said, "You know, you only have one month left with me."

"I know," said Judy, snuggling against him.

"And you still haven't gotten pregnant," said Tom. "I was thinking... maybe if we did it three times a week instead of two, you might have a better chance."

"What an interesting thought," said Judy neutrally.

"It's just... I hate the idea of you getting pregnant in a lab, Judy. That's not the way babies are supposed to be made. If you insist on having a baby, I'd really like it made the natural way."

"I don't know, Tom," said Judy. "I'm pretty busy. I'm not sure I have time for three sessions a week."

"Judy, please? I really don't want a baby created that way. It's important to me," said Tom.

"It is important to you, isn't it?" she said, looking into his eyes as she rubbed his cheek tenderly. "All right, Tom. Just for you. We'll go to a three time per week schedule."

And so they did. Tom found himself eagerly looking forward to each session. Judy's body now held much more sexual attraction for him than Jeanine's. He still had sex with Jeanine, but showed less enthusiasm. Jeanine either didn't notice a difference or didn't care. He had told her he had to work late nights when he was with Judy, and she still never seemed interested enough to inquire further.

And afterwards as Tom and Judy cuddled and talked like lovers, Tom realized the end of their third and last month was rapidly approaching. Now he wondered how he would feel when Judy was gone. He would miss her, he realized. He would miss her a lot.

When they met for the last week of the third month, Judy held up a restraining hand when Tom came to hug her.

"What?" said Tom.

"It's done," said Judy.

"Done?"

Judy gave a broad smile. "I didn't get my period. I'm carrying your child, Tom."

"Judy!" Tom cried, hugging her tightly. He kissed her face all over. "I'm so happy for you," he said.

"So am I," said Judy. "So, we're finished Tom. You can take this last week off. Go back to your wife."

Go back to your wife. Somehow, the thought of it filled him with dread.

"Judy...."

"What, Tom?" she said innocently.

"I want the baby in my life."

"Just the baby, Tom?" she said, holding him in her arms.

"Both of you," he said, kissing her.

"I'm sorry, Tom, that's not possible," said Judy.

"Why not?"

"I'm not going to play second fiddle to another woman."

"You're asking me to leave Jeanine?"

"I'm not asking you to do anything," said Judy. "I got what I wanted." She turned to pick up her suitcase. She was getting ready to leave.

"Wait, Judy, don't go!" Tom cried.

She looked up at him with a neutral expression.

Tom made a tremendous mental calculation in the space of a fraction of a second. He thought about Judy's gorgeous hourglass figure and giant, soft breasts. He thought about her brilliant smile and long, luxurious blonde hair. He thought about the empathy and love she showed for him. He thought about the connection they had together.

And then he thought about Jeanine. Things were good with Jeanine, but never that good. Not nearly.

"I want you with me." said Tom.

"In what way, Tom?" she said, pressing her body against his.

"As my wife," said Tom.

"Are you sure, Tom? I wouldn't want you to think I'm manipulating or blackmailing you," said Judy, rubbing her breasts against him, to help him think better.

"You have been manipulating and blackmailing me, tremendously so. But I realize now it was the only way you could show me this, to give us a second chance," said Tom. "And I want it. I want it all!"

"Oh Tom!" said Judy, hugging him tightly.

No one spoke for a long moment.

"But what about Jeanine?" Tom asked.

Judy pulled back and looked at him. "Oh, you can keep What's Her Name as a lover on the side, if she'll still have you."

"I can?" said Tom.

"Yes," said Judy. "We'll both need to take lovers from time to time. That was our mistake, Tom. We were together, just you and me, for 82 years. Things were bound to grow stale. The human mind wasn't made for such sameness, decade after decade. It needs stimulation, variety. If you want to keep What's Her Name, or anyone else for that matter, as an occasional mistress, you can."

"And that wouldn't threaten you?"

"Why would it, seeing you could never want anyone more than you want me?"

And Tom looked into her eyes and saw it was true.

"I guess it was dumb luck that you got pregnant just when you did," said Tom.

"Not so dumb, and not just luck," said Judy.

"What do you mean?"

"I only reactivated my ovaries a few weeks ago," said Judy.

"You mean, the first two months... you never could have gotten pregnant?"

"Nope," said Judy.

"When did you reactivate your ovaries?"

She looked up at him. "The day you freely offered to have more sex with me, to get me pregnant. The day you wanted this child in my belly," she said, putting his hands on her.

"Oh, Judy!"

And they hugged, and kissed, and a golden haze enveloped them both.​