1. Freya and the Micro 1


    Date: 7/12/2017, Categories: Cheating, Author: LeanAngle, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    This micro-circuitry on “steroids” never slept, could be re-programmed and powered up in nano-seconds. The devices were very profitable for those who were in on the “ground floor”. One of those individuals was Ben who, was very good at his profession. There were many who could have done his job but, few who could have done it as well. Ben’s good fortune was in knowing Dr. Carson long before the devices were invented or marketed. Ben was often involved from concept to completion. “Ben, we have been working on a new area and you are married to just the type of person we need as a participating individual,” Doc Carson’s heavy eyebrows tilted in a rather serious yet, forceful gaze. “Are you saying you want to use my wife as a guinea pig?” Ben was fearful that he was going to be put in the UN-enviable position of approaching Freya about one of Doc’s latest inventions. “No, not in the sense you think. Before you close your mind, there is huge potential benefit for both the company, Freya and you personally,” Carson’s serious attitude left Ben a little uncomfortable and no less fearful. “I hope you don't want me to propose to Freya (that) she become a subject of one of the company’s experiments. I don’t want to end up like Arlan Ackers!” It had been about five years since the “Ackers” incident. Few at the country club had forgotten the lesson Arlan learned one evening. Seems Arlan, like everyone else, had heard rumors about Freya being sexually frigid. After a few drinks Arlan ...
    decided to find out for himself. And find out he did, losing his hairpiece in the process. Freya was the women’s golf champion and the club’s tennis champ and she spent a couple hours a day at the gym working out. She prided herself in her physical abilities. Freya had a body like a cat, a tall cat. At 5’11 she could look most men in the eye and could tell who had hair pieces. Arlan sauntered up to Freya on the infamous evening and placed a fat hand over one of Freya’s c-cup breasts and said, “I heard you don't like to fuck.” What happened next wasn’t pretty unless, you like pugilistic sports. The gist of it was a left hook, a right cross and an extremely swift foot plowing into Arlan’s family farm. All of which, took place in just a couple seconds and it only took Arlan about three more seconds to start his version of the “pudgy, crumpled, funky chicken” hairpiece aside. “Bastard,” Freya’s comment echoed as she stormed out of the bar. Ben did not witness the event although he heard Freya's scream. He was in the men’s room and had to beg a ride home with Doc Carson. Freya forgot about Ben and left in their car. Doc Carson smiled at Ben’s angst, “We have a plan. You won’t need to do anything except, co-sign the consent form along with your wife of course”. “How are you going to get Freya to sign or submit to anything she doesn’t completely understand?” Ben’s question was answered by Doc’s amused look and a name. “Gisela,” Doc’s quick response caught Ben by surprise. “Deege?” Ben ...
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