Marian
Copyright© 2026 by Adam Crowe
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Marian is a full-on erotic science-fiction story about a sexually uninhibited married woman, a sophisticated simulation, and the sexual adventures that unfold around her. Her marriage, her desires and her appetite for new experiences are central to a story where advanced technology creates extraordinary opportunities for sex, relationships and discovery.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Sharing Slut Wife Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting
Bram cut the diesel engine and coasted into the cove. He crossed the stony beach to the mark he carved into the rockface three months earlier. A doorway formed. As he stepped inside, the cavern illuminated with a soft blue hue. Marian, his wife, came toward him. He closed the distance and kissed her hard. She held his face and thumbed his dark stubble.
“Oh ... at last ... a real man again!”
Bram picked her up by her waist, slung her over his shoulder and playfully spanked her arse all the way to his boat. “You’ve been a right naughty wife in there—admit it—admit it!”
She sat in the cockpit laughing and looked up at him.
“I may have kissed the odd guy on the cheek!”
Bram smiled at her, sparked up two cigarettes and throttled clear of the cove.
After docking at Collismere harbour, they began the walk through town towards home.
Martin, the bakery owner, came out of the chemist with his wife’s prescriptions.
Bram clocked him having a game of pocket-billiards with himself.
“Marian! Where you been, girl?”
“Lads down the social have missed ya singing, they have...”
Marian smiled. “Catch up soon, Martin—have to go!”
At the door, Marian hurried him inside, took his hand and pulled him along the hallway into the bedroom. She threw her clothes into a pile, gave Bram’s hard eight-inch cock a firm squeeze and smiled at him.
“The men in the simulation—absolutely gorgeous they were, but...” Marian transferred Bram’s precum from her thumb to her tongue. “They weren’t real-real, like we hoped, babe!”
Bram cupped her breasts. “Oh, short-changed were we?”
She squeezed his balls gently and blushed. “No, I came plenty!”
Bram’s cock jerked. He shot uncontrollably onto her stomach.
She looked down at herself, then up at him, and laughed softly. “Oh, sweetie—pass me a towel.”
Bram dried her, apologised, and offered to cook her something really special.
She placed her hands on her hips and looked at him sternly.
“Lie down on that bed, put your hands behind your head and do not move!”
Bram complied.
Marian climbed onto the bed and fed his floppy cock into her mouth. Bram craned his head forward to look. Marian flicked his left ball until his head went back down. Within a few minutes Bram was hard again. Marian kept her mouth over his cockhead and wanked him fast. Bram’s feet began twisting about. She felt his shaft pulse and readied herself. Bram exploded. Marian’s cheeks blew wide. She swallowed his sperm down and sat up. “That was fucking lovely, babe!”
Beyond the last stall, the quay opened onto the café side of the marina.
At Keepers Catch, a pockmarked man sat alone beneath the awning, wearing sunglasses. His asthma pump held down a near-empty box of migraine tablets. His notepad lay open on the table.
[SESSION 347] — {i}Day 90. Simulation data exhausted. Subject needs observing in an uncontrolled environment. Will print lover: 01 of 16—Rowan, to observe her sexual responses under natural conditions. Tonight I’ll reprogram myself as fat Mayor Purvis from Marian’s sim, whom she found both revolting and pitiful. After gaining access to her home, will install surveillance equipment to analyse her behaviour in a real-world setting.{/i}
As they walked past, Marian felt a chill down her left side and swapped arms with Bram.
Back at home, after eating, they moved into the sitting room. Marian tucked her feet beneath her on the sofa and took a sip of her wine. Bram looked at her.
“Aside from sex, what else was the simulation about?”
The mantel clock struck five p.m.
Marian reached for a cigarette.
“Well, it all started with a countdown screen. Then an ever-changing blob of light spoke.
‘{i}Thank you for taking part in a KAELOR production{/i}.’”
“The same voice told me to relax and counted backwards from five. The next thing I knew, I woke naked on a huge bed with a red rose beside me, keys to a car and two thick wads of paper money.”
Bram stole a drag from Marian’s cigarette. “And then?”
Marian smiled. “There was a whole world outside that bedroom.”
“A world—what sort of a world?” asked Bram.
“Cities. People. Towns—places I’d never seen. I could drive for hours and never see the same thing twice. Everything looked real. Smelled real. Almost felt real.”
She paused.
“But every so often, I’d realise something was wrong.”
Bram topped up their wine glasses. “Wrong in what way?”
Marian shook her head. “I can’t explain it. Little things. People who seemed to know me when I’d never met them. Crockery with a slightly different printed design on it when I arrived home. Whatever I needed—clothes, money, jewellery, perfume, food—was only ever a cupboard or drawer away...”
Bram nodded and glanced up at the wall clock.
“Sweet Jesus! Don’t wanna miss my slot!”
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As the cavern doorway formed, Bram pulled Marian in close. He tucked a lock of her blond hair over her ear and looked into her chestnut eyes.
“Three months is a long time, babe. If you—you know, feel the urge ... whilst I’m in there, it’s fine by me!”
Marian held his face and kissed him. “Not sure I’ll do that, babe, not without you around!”
Bram took a final look at the sea and sky, let go of Marian and walked inside.
Two First Race helpers emerged from the rocky interior and put him inside a scanner. They turned their backs to him and closed their eyes. The cavern lit up with the intensity of a thousand flashguns firing simultaneously. Only his clothes remained.
When Bram opened his eyes, he found himself sitting naked in a dry, wooden-clad sauna, covered in sweat. Two naked Mediterranean women were fighting in front of him, each claiming him for herself. He studied their toned, tanned bodies as they thrashed about. His cock hardened. The darker-haired woman, wearing a gold band around her fourth toe, noticed. She let go of the other woman’s hair and sat down beside him. Her hand moved steadily from his knee up the inside of his thigh. The other woman lifted his chin and kissed him softly.
Bram ejaculated heavily over both of them.
The women looked at his ejaculate and began speaking rapidly in a language he didn’t understand.
He sat there, listening as the exchange grew more heated. Eventually, both women slowed and glared at him.
Bram looked between them. “I’m really sorry ... that will never happen again—I swear!”
The women shook their heads slowly and made their way to the showers.
Bram looked down at his wrinkled cock. “You little bastard ... That’s the last time you’re fucking me up, buddy!”
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Some hours after returning home, Marian woke to persistent knocking on the front door. Through the glass, she saw Mayor Purvis from her simulation clutching freshly uprooted flowers from her neighbour’s garden.
“Mayor Purvis...”
“Marian...”
“How—why—what are you doing here?”
“I don’t know.”
She looked at the flowers. He looked at them too, as if noticing them for the first time.
“One night. The sofa?” he asked.
“I’m locking my bedroom door,” said Marian.
“Perfectly understandable,” said Mayor Purvis.
“Well, don’t just stand there, come in...”
Mayor Purvis placed his satchel on the floor and sat at the dining table mopping his brow.
“I’m having bother fathoming stuff out—there’s too many ways of seeing things. Please help me—Marian.”
Marian shook her head side to side. “I’m not blowing hash up your nostrils again!”
“I was trying to give up smoking, Marian!”
“OK, Mayor, I have an idea—wait there!”
Marian retrieved her engagement photos and showed Mayor Purvis a random image.
She traced the edge of the photograph. “OK, tell me what you see...”
Mayor Purvis leaned forward. His eyes moved across the image—slow and methodical.
“Your hand is high on his waist—his is lower. You are angled toward him. Signalling tiredness.”
“Really? That’s what you see? OK, try another—take your time!”
She showed him the buffet photograph—Marian’s mother, weepy. Bram’s father raising a glass.
“Ah, the female is damaged. The male is inspecting the vessel. The others watch him. Is he performing for them?”
Marian stared at Mayor Purvis and turned the page.
Bram catching her eye across the dance floor, mid-laugh, the rest of the room a blur behind them.
“This one?”
Mayor Purvis took his time.
“The focal points are misaligned. You both forgot to look at the camera!” He tilted his head. “Why was this one kept?”
Marian snapped the album shut and looked at him. “You’re broken you are!”
She tossed a blanket at him. “Good night, Mayor!”
Purvis smiled.
“Wait. Something is working, Marian! I’m feeling better. Yes, good night!”
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Marian woke the following morning to the smell of burning toast. After flinging the kitchen windows wide open and giving Mayor Purvis a less-than-warm stare, she set two mugs of tea down on the kitchen table and looked at him.
“I didn’t vote for you—I think you’re an imbecile...”
Purvis ignored the comment and picked up the near-empty jar of Keepers Strawberry Jam.
“Rowan might give you his staff discount on a larger jar...”
Marian glanced up from her crossword puzzle. “Rowan?”
She put her pencil down. “Rowan who?”
Purvis grinned. “He secured a job yesterday shelf-stacking at Keepers Groceries.”
Marian went back to her crossword. “Don’t know any Rowans in this town.”
Purvis bit into the burned toast.
Marian glanced at the jam jar and cleared her throat. “We’re low on milk and stuff—is there anything you need from town?”
Purvis shook his head. “No, I’m good, thank you.”
Marian poured her tea away. “I won’t be long...”