Kenzie

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story was inspired by all the Black Friday ads for holiday deals on electronic appliances.

My thanks to Ephesus14 for his help with a final read-through and edit.

Enjoy!

*****

"And, so," Herb Maston said in closing out his speech, introducing the new automated home personal assistant product line, "in honor of, and in memory of, the loss of one of Maston Enterprises' most dedicated employees, Ms. MacKenzie Willis, we release our newest product to the public.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you ..." here, Herb paused as the screen above and behind him began to show the marketing video that had just begun airing on YouTube two hours earlier ...

"Kenzie!"

****

People, mostly employees, but also some investors, clapped politely, but with barely concealed excitement at the release of the new product line. Small conversations broke out all over the room, as people spoke about the expected Christmas bonuses (now referred to politely as "Holiday Bonuses" so as not to piss off the woman from Seattle who was in charge of marketing).

These bonuses were an incentive to be happy in the workplace to most of the workforce at Maston Enterprises. But, for eight people, the bonuses were larger than usual. For six of the eight, they were "going-away" checks; for the other two, they were incentives to keep their mouths shut about the "train" that the very oversexed late MacKenzie Willis had been pulling with the six guys in the R&D testing area. It was during a particularly strong orgasm she was receiving from the fourth guy in line, that she fell and hit her head on a metal task chair, killing her instantly - but leaving a satisfied smile on her face, even in death.

The two men trusted by Herb Maston to minimize the spread of the real story about the lurid circumstances surrounding MacKenzie Willis' death suspected that, when the EMTs had rolled her body out, having pronounced her dead at the scene, she probably still had the sperm residue of at least four of her six fuck-buddy co-workers in her pussy and stomach.

After the removal of the body and the conclusion of the police investigation, they had cleaned up the lab, getting rid of the metal task chair on which MacKenzie had hit her head by sending it to the local recycle center. Unforeseen by any of them was the fact that the recycled metal task chair was eventually melted down, and returned in the form of a shipment of metal ingots used by the manufacturer of the outer shells for electronics devices; the very company who subcontracted to Maston Enterprises for the cases for the new personal assistant named for the woman who had been killed in that very chair.

****

The voice-over guy on the video being projected on the giant screen at the back of the stage sounded as if he were doing a trailer for an action movie. But this was simply a compilation video depicting multiple scenes of the small device about the size of a bedside clock radio (the two devices shown in the video included one that was stainless steel, with a black mesh combination microphone and speaker surface, and the other with a high-definition touch screen display about six inches on the diagonal).

The experienced voice in the video evoked the feeling of drama, energy, and excitement as the video showed some of the more exciting features of Kenzie.

****

"DAD! Aunt Casey gave us a Kenzie!"

My daughter, Amanda, 14, was jumping up and down after unwrapping the present from my sister-in-law. My son, Ben, 12, smiled broadly, but he did not join in with the antics of his sister ... being cool; ya know?

"Thanks, Sis," my wife, Loni, chimed in, showing both a bit of surprise and concern at Casey's gift to our family. "But, don't you think that it's a bit pricey?"

"Nah," said Casey, with a grin, "The Black Friday sale price was too good to pass up, and I was even able to get six remote wireless pickups to hang around the house, so that they connect to the central unit, picking up your voice from one end of the house to the other, both upstairs and down. And it also has Wi-Fi, so that it can connect to your home router. Hell, it can even stream Hulu, Netflix, and Amazon Prime videos to your big-ass smart flatscreen TV in the family room if you want!

"What do you think, Lowell?" asked my sister-in-law with a grin.

I just smiled and nodded as I read the insert flyer that I had picked up when Amanda had begun slinging all the packing materials for Kenzie around in her excitement. I had to admit, upon seeing the list of its capabilities, that this thing could really be a nice comfort and convenience item for the Brady household.

It had capabilities for individual voice recognition; translation from, and into, other languages; automatic music tuning, television control, and microwave oven control when those types of devices were connected to the "internet of things"; tracking of the state of all connected devices in the home; control of all those devices from a single mobile-friendly interface (such as commands from the Kenzie app on a Smartphone); allowance for the setting of rules on controlling devices, such as lights, electric shades, heating and air conditioning, garage door, electronic locking for doors and windows, fire and CO2 monitoring, and activating or deactivating the security alarm system ...

Whew!

And it even dials and answers the house phone for the few of us who still had them, using voice command ... along with literally hundreds of other tasks. I could almost get overcome by all that it purported to do for us. It seemed to do everything except wipe your ass and uncork the wine.

****

One week later ...

"Let's give her a try," said Ben, after we had spent most of the week connecting and adjusting Kenzie. We felt like we were all getting to know 'her' intimately. "Kenzie, order family pizzas from D'Agostino's."

We had been holding our collective breath, figuratively, if not actually, waiting to see if this system would work.

"As you wish, Ben," came back the very feminine-sounding electronic response from the Kenzie system.

We all let out audible breaths and smiled all around ... now, we only had to wait for the delivery guy ... or gal.

We were not disappointed. The pizzas came within the hour, and Loni had the drinks poured and the table set even before the kids had the pizza boxes opened.

"Wow!" Loni commented. "Kenzie actually put in the correct order for everyone; she even remembered that I don't like black olives!"

My daughter, Amanda, and I shared a silent smile at my wife's use of the pronoun "she" instead of "it" in reference to Kenzie, as Loni had a tendency to do during the setup in the days before our trial run.

"Yes," I commented, "she is truly amazing!"

I glanced at the Kenzie kitchen hub and saw the green LED indicator flash a little brighter green than before for just an instant, but I figured that it was simply a system check going on ... or something.

****

Two weeks later ...

Loni and I turned onto our block and we could see that the command that I had given to my cell phone over the car's Bluetooth connection had been transmitted via my phone to the home Kenzie receiver. The garage door was, indeed, rising at my request before we even reached our driveway. And, thanks to that, I was able to drive right inside; stopping as the windshield nudged against the tennis ball marker on a cord dangling from the garage ceiling.

"I'm really starting to love this technology," I said with a grin as my wife and I walked into the house via the garage access door as the garage door came down on its own.

Loni, who had had two more glasses of wine than usual at dinner, snorted and said, "Just don't forget, Lowell ... this Kenzie thing is only a gadget; she can't fuck you like your wife can."

Stretching her arms around my neck, Loni pulled me down near her face. Before kissing me deeply, she said, "And I am so-o-o ready to fuck you."

The passion in her kiss was almost overwhelming in its intensity. As I returned her kiss and allowed our tongues to duel, I felt Loni's hand on my crotch, stroking my hard cock through my pants as I squeezed the cheeks of her firm ass.

"Then let's get to bed and get to it," I said with excitement dancing in my eyes as I saw Loni's lustful eyes look back.

"Whatever you say, Lover!" And then she planted another hot kiss on my lips, crushing them in her intensity.

When I came up for air, I noticed a brief flicker of red in my peripheral vision; but, when I turned and looked at the Kenzie monitor, it was green, as usual.

I swept Loni off her feet and, with my arms under her upper back and legs, carried her down the hall to the master bedroom, where we stripped and fucked frantically - twice - before falling into exhausted sleep.

****

Three weeks later ...

"With all this Christmas and New Year's stuff behind us, we can now finally get back to our regular schedule, Lover," Loni said softly into her cell phone.

"You mean, like our 'play schedule'?" asked the man on the other end of her call teasingly.

"Yes, Marcus," she answered, with a shiver that her lover could not see.

But Marcus could have anticipated such a shiver from Loni's luscious body - after all, he knew her body's quirks very intimately; maybe even better than her husband ... the dumb fuck!

"Soon?" he asked her.

"Whenever you say, Lover!" Loni assured him with a smile, ending the call and turning back toward the den, and her family, as she slipped her phone into the pocket of the loose sweatpants that she was wearing. The Kenzie system may be keeping the house warm enough now to suit everyone, but it was still late January in Chesterfield, Missouri.

"Kenzie," Loni said, speaking slightly louder than conversational level, "Raise the temperature two degrees in the kitchen and den, please."

Loni heard the reply from the speaker in the bedroom's overhead light fixture reply in a voice that was "almost human," and with remarkably realistic but almost bored-sounding feminine voice inflection.

"As you wish, Loni."

As Loni later passed the threshold between the kitchen and the den, she could feel the warm breeze flow from the floor vent as the heating system kicked in, and she smiled at the convenience that this Kenzie system had brought into her house.

What Loni did not see was the brief shift of the small green LED bulb in the remote ceiling fixture device that indicated smooth operating of the Kenzie system as it flickered red for two seconds before returning to a steady green.

****

Four weeks later ...

I just cannot understand it!

I mean, things had been off-kilter in the busy days leading up to the holidays, but we should be over all that busy-ness now. I mean, first we were sort of like strangers leading up to the holidays; then, it was as if we were honeymooners.

Now, it is back to being almost strangers once again.

Why is Loni giving me the chill attitude when I want to fool around a little at bedtime?

And, when she does agree, for the last few weeks, it is as if I am making love to a mannequin! I mean, she is just not INTO it at all!

Man, I just can't help but believe that we just seem to be drifting along as roommates, rather than thriving as a loving couple.

I can NOT handle this hot-cold-hot-cold business much longer. I know that she will resist the suggestion, but I may just bring up the counselling angle again, if things do not get better soon.

"Kenzie, play Toby Keith ... uh ... random select," I said, probably louder than necessary.

The soft, warm feminine response was an immediate, "As you wish Lowell!"

If I did not know better, I would almost have described the voice inflection as ... well ... 'caring'? ...

I quickly heard the short drum downbeat indicating the start of "It's a Little Too Late" by Toby Keith begin to play.

"Kenzie, down a notch, please," I said.

"As you wish, Lowell!" came the response, and the volume dropped a bit.

I had turned to look at the tabletop pick-up unit for Kenzie and, for a moment, I could swear that I saw the green system LED flare in intensity ... nah, either my imagination, or maybe a power spike ...

****

Five weeks later ...

"I am telling you ... that ... that ... THING is not working correctly!" shouted Loni to me even before I could get my coat hung up after coming in the house following a hard day at work.

This had been a recurring complaint from my wife for about two weeks now. She would regale me with horror stories about how she would be showering and the water would go icy cold, despite the guarantee of continual hot water from our natural-gas-powered Rinnai in-line water heater with the digital temperature control. Or, the pizza slice she was heating for an evening snack before bed would still be cold, even after having Kenzie defrost it and heat it in the networked microwave.

Add to that list the arrival of things from Amazon and other on-line sources that she claims that she did not order; and claiming that the Kenzie voice recognition must not be picking up her requests correctly. How else could she have received an unexpected package and be embarrassed when Amanda watched her mother unwrap a two-foot-long double-ended dildo, accompanied by two DVDs clearly packaged to indicate the contents dealt with interracial cuckold porn?

Fourteen-year-old Amanda had blushed, covered her mouth to hold in the snicker, and turned away as Loni had hurriedly closed the box, planning to return the items for a refund as quickly ... and discreetly ... as possible.

"I tell you, Lowell, it is almost as if that THING has it in for me," Loni's tirade continued.

"Honey, you know a machine ... a network assistant is only that ... an assistant. It is impossible for it to 'have it in' for you, as you put it," I tried to say soothingly.

"Well," said Loni, now with her arms crossed under her prodigious tits, "I am just about up to my eyeballs with frustration with this Kenzie thing. And, if it weren't a family gift from my sister, I would have had you tear it all out and send it back to wherever it came from!"

I sighed and thought for a moment before saying anything. Then, I had an idea.

"Kenzie, reservations for two at Paul Manno's, please ... seven-thirty," I said. Loni whirled around and looked at me with a sudden smile. We had not been to the best Italian place this side of St. Louis in ages.

"As you wish, Lowell!" came the reply from the ceiling fixture's speaker.

The LED only flashed red for a brief second this time before returning to the steady green.

****

Seven weeks later ...

That bitch! That cunt! That whore!

I had returned from four days of travel for work, and was looking to reconnect with my family ... especially with my wife, Loni. I had just gotten in from the airport via Über to the house, arriving home at around 2:00 p.m., before the kids got home from school and well before Loni was due home from work.

I had dumped my suitcase, hung my slacks and suit in the bathroom to allow the steam from my shower to help with any wrinkles. I had dumped the dirty laundry in the hamper and proceeded to shower the feeling of imaginary "travel grime" away, along with the sore muscles of airplane seat stiffness in my lower back.

Dressed and relaxing with my good friend, Sam Adams, I heard my phone ding. Kenzie had sent me a text alerting me that I was about to reach my 30-gigabyte storage limit on my cloud file storage account.

'Strange,' I thought. 'Amanda must be storing more tunes and videos; or maybe Ben ... Well, since none of them is home yet to bother me; there is no time like the present to check it out.'

I went to the den and logged in on my laptop. Signing into my account, I saw the opening screen pie chart that depicted the general storage allocation to the cloud account among family members. I was surprised to note that the one with the largest usage was ... ME!

Clicking into the folders, I noted a new one named, 'Lowell Watch These ASAP.'

Who had done this? Loni and the kids know that I do not want them messing with how I store things to the cloud account! And I knew that I was not aware of having moved so much stuff to the cloud ...or even having created this folder!

Again ... Strange!

Opening the new folder, I noted that there were quite a few videos stored there; each one with date and time indicators in the file names. Thinking for a minute whether I might have moved some of the family videos from my digital camera or my laptop to the cloud, I quickly shook that off. I noted that the dates were several days when I was not even here in town. Hmm!

Once I opened the first video in preview mode, the strangeness disappeared! Certainty replaced the strangeness ... along with feelings of shock, betrayal, disappointment ... but, most of all, anger!

The angle of capture for the video coincided with the motion-detection security video cameras in the main hall and the master bedroom. The action that it captured moved from my wife and another man holding and groping each other as they moved down the main hall toward the bedroom to the actions IN the master bedroom ... ranging from their stripping each other naked to their engaging in several variations and positions as they engaged in sex in and around Loni's and my marriage bed ... 'Now, FORMER marriage bed,' I thought angrily, as I continued to watch for a few more minutes.

The video and audio receptors had also captured their conversations. The one that angered me the most went something like this:

LONI: Marcus, I want that cock ... I want to taste it!

Bitch had not ever been enthusiastic about giving ME head. Now, here she was begging her lover for the privilege?

MARCUS (I guess that I could consider that this was who he was, based on Loni's remarks): Yeah, Baby. You know that you like to suck my cock. And you are really good at it too!

Later in the video:

LONI: Do you want to do my ass again? I mean, it was tight and painful that first time; but, I think that I want to try it again.

MARCUS: You still have never let your punk-ass husband into your tight ass?

LONI: Only you, Lover.

MARCUS: Then get the KY and let's get started.

LONI: Whatever you say, Lover!

I almost slammed my beer bottle into the keyboard, but I caught myself early enough.

Closing the video, I sighed angrily and clicked the next one; the one dated just the day before.

I fast-forwarded the video through the movement to the bedroom and the undressing. When I slowed to normal motion, I noted that they had not wasted any time. Marcus had quickly lain on his back ON MY SPOT IN THE BED and Loni had already mounted him in reverse cowgirl position and was riding for all she was worth; her beautiful boobs bouncing with the rhythm of her rising and falling on the asshole's cock.

MARCUS: Loni, Baby, Twist around here so that I can get my hands on MY tits.

Bastard ... talking possessively about the tits that I had thought were MINE exclusively to play with ... until today!

LONI: Whatever you say, Lover!

****

Nineteen weeks later ...

"Dad," Amanda asked me. "Are you sure that divorce is the only answer to the problems between you and Mom?"

I was surprised for a moment. Amanda had been almost as furious as I had been when I had explained the reason for my having sent her mother packing and filing for divorce. Now, I guess, my fourteen-year-old was beginning to realize the reality of the term "shared custody."

"Sweetie," I answered, "if your Mom had put an end to her cheating and had explained that it was a one-time mistake and that she was truly sorry for having gotten into it in the first place, I might have taken her back. We surely would have needed professional counselling to work through the situation, but I would have given it a shot.