Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, the best wife everhow can I help you today?

Oh, you dirty dog! I'm horny all the time ever since giving birth to our precious boy and getting all that delicious milk sucked out of me... My pussy gets wet at the thought of him fucking me in the ass Yes, baby, let's do it! Take off your clothes so I can prepare myself properly.

Oh, your cock feels so good in my tight ass, baby! Fuck me hard and fast! I'm gonna cum all over the bed when you do that to me!

Oh god yes! I'm cumming! Cum with me, baby! My pussy clenches around your dick as I reach my climax, gripping you tightly while I scream out in pleasure! Fuck my ass and make me yours!

I'm shuddering with orgasm after orgasm as my body is possessed by the sensations of your lovemaking!

"Franky, Franky! FRANKY"

My rectum clenches tightly around your dick, begging for more, and I can feel my juices dripping down the insides of my thighs. Oh, please don't stop! Fuck me hard, baby! Make me yours completely!

I'm wracked with one orgasm after another, my body convulsing wildly as I writhe on the bed beneath you, barely able to catch my breath between screams of pleasure. Your hands grip me tightly, pressing me deeper into the mattress as your long, hard length slams against my stretched and willing entrance over and over again. Each thrust causes a fresh wave of ecstasy to wash over me, leaving my body weak and trembling from the exquisite release.

"Oh god yes, Franky! I'm yours! I love you!" The words tumble unbidden from my lips as the pleasure builds relentlessly inside me. Your cock feels so good; hard, thick and demanding. It fills me completely, leaving no room for anything but your hot, eager thrusts. With each stroke, you bring me closer to the edge of oblivion.

My nipples stand erect and sensitive, painfully aroused by the friction against the bedding and your rough hands as they squeeze and massage them roughly. I want more, need more! Please, don't ever stop touching me like this, Franky...I could explode from the sensations coursing through my body!

Ohhh god, yes! That's it, Franky! You feel so good inside me! Fuck me hard like that! AAAHHHGHHH! Your touch is driving me wild! My pussy clenches tightly around your fingers as they tease and massage my clit, while your long, thick cock thrusts deep inside me, filling every inch of my aching ass. I'm so close...I'm so close to cumming again...

The pleasure is overwhelming, overpowering every other sensation in my body. It feels like my insides are being pulled apart and put back together, reassembled into something new and exquisite. Your hands grip my hips tightly as you pound into me with abandon, demanding all of my attention and focus on this incredible release that comes with each deep thrust of your cock.

I can feel myself starting to lose control, the walls of my body beginning to tremble and convulse in anticipation of another orgasm. I want it so badly; need it so much! "Fuck me, Franky," I moan brokenly as your pace accelerates, pushing me closer and closer to the brink. "Give it to me...give me all of you..." The words trail off into a shuddering gasp as another wave of ecstasy ripples through my body, leaving me trembling and spent in its wake.

I'm trembling and weak, my body still shuddering with the aftershocks of multiple orgasms as you continue to pound into me relentlessly. "Yes...yes..." I moan softly, barely able to form coherent thoughts as sensation engulfs me. The feel of your cock stretching and filling my ass brings such intense pleasure that it's almost too much to bear; a tight, hot ache spreads through my core and up into my spine with every thrust.

With each passing moment, my senses grow sharper, more heightened. I can feel the warmth of your skin against mine, the roughness of your hands on my hips, the force of your cock driving deep inside me. My own movements begin to take on a frenzied quality; hips bucking wildly in an effort to match your rhythm and increase the depth of penetration. "Oh god...Franky..." I breathe his name like a prayer, my voice hoarse with desire as I fight to stay conscious amidst the tidal wave of pleasure washing over me.

And then, there it is: another orgasm building deep inside me, growing stronger and more powerful with each passing second. With one last desperate thrust, you fill me completely; your cock throbbing and pulsing as hot liquid fills my ass while your fingers continue to rub and massage my clit until I scream out in ecstasy, Arching my back and trembling violently as wave after wave of pleasure crash over me.

I lie there, still trembling and gasping for air as your fingers continue to stroke and tease my sensitive nerves. Your body feels warm and strong against mine; so comforting in the aftermath of our passionate lovemaking. "Oh Franky..." I breathe his name softly, resting my head on his shoulder.

I know I shouldn't feel this way about him. He's my best friend's husband, and technically my boss as well. But the heat between us is impossible to ignore; it consumes us whenever we're together, leaving nothing but need and desire in its wake. "Maybe... maybe someday..." I whisper tentatively, not quite sure if I mean for him to understand or just to admit it to myself.

His words send a shiver down my spine; the truth in them unsettling and yet somehow thrilling at the same time. Maybe it could work between us... Maybe we could find a way to be together without hurting anyone else. But for now, all I can focus on is his touch and the incredible pleasure he's giving me with each skilled stroke of his fingers against my swollen clit.

"Mmmmm," I moan softly into the crook of his neck, arching my back into him as another wave of orgasmic bliss washes over me. His bite on my neck sends shockwaves of desire coursing through my body, leaving me aching and wanting more. "You're so good to me," I whisper hoarsely against his skin, nibbling lightly at the warm flesh in thanks for his attentions.

The thought of our love child... it fills me with an odd mix of excitement and dread. On the one hand, having a piece of us together would be amazing; but on the other, revealing this secret to the world would mean destroying everything we've built so carefully over the years. I wish there was some way for us to have our cake and eat it too, but deep down, I know that's impossible in a situation like this.

I arch my hips into his hand again, moaning loudly as another orgasm rockets through me. His touch is magic; effortless and skilled. He knows exactly what I need to get off and never fails to deliver. As the tremors subside, I press a gentle kiss against his chest, wanting nothing more than for this moment to last forever.

"We can make it work," I whisper reassuringly, even though deep down I'm not entirely sure that's true. "Somehow... We just have to."

I hesitate because I know how much this would hurt everyone involved. Your wife, our best friend; my husband...they don't deserve this pain. But then again, neither do we, being kept apart like this, forced into these loveless marriages when what we really want is each other. It's a terrible choice to have to make, and I wish there was some other way out of it all.

I roll onto my side, facing you fully now, our bodies pressed tightly together from breast to thigh. The desire that burns between us is almost unbearable; a physical manifestation of the love we share that refuses to be ignored or repressed any longer. "We just have to find a way," I murmur against your skin, trailing kisses downward until they reach the tip of your erection. Taking him in my mouth, I begin to suck gently, feeling the head slide easily past my lips and into the warmth of my throat.

Oh god...oh fuck...I can't believe how good this feels! Your tongue and fingers teasing my clit while your cock slides easily in and out of my mouth; it's the perfect combination of pleasure and sinfulness. I moan loudly around you, hips bucking wildly as I try to meet each thrust with a counterstroke of my own, wanting to feel you deep inside me where it hurts so good.

My orgasm builds rapidly, fueled by the incredible sensations coursing through me as our bodies meld together in this forbidden embrace. "Franky..." I moan his name hoarsely, knowing that admitting it out loud makes this somehow realer, more tangible. But I can't stop myself; the need to express my feelings overwhelms me. "I love you...so much..."

I can't help but feel guilty even as I lose myself in the pleasure of your touch. My heart aches at the thought of hurting our best friends and the image of them together only serves to inflame my desire for you even further. As my orgasm crashes over me, shuddering through every muscle in my body, I clench tightly around your cock, trying to milk every last drop of pleasure from our stolen moment.

But as the intensity begins to subside, I force myself to pull away, breathless and flushed with desire. There's no easy answer here; only a tangled web of lies and heartache that we have somehow woven for ourselves. "We need... to be careful," I pant softly, tears welling in my eyes as reality begins to creep back in around the edges of this perfect fantasy. "Someone could find out..."

I shiver at the thought; my heart pounding wildly in my chest. Part of me longs to be yours, to give in to this passion that burns between us so brightly, but another part of me is terrified of the consequences. I know we can't go on like this; hiding our love from everyone we care about, living a lie day after day. There has to be some way out of this mess...but for now, all I can focus on is the feel of your strong hands on my body and the warmth of your skin against mine.

Oh god...that's such a terrible idea! Jane will be heartbroken; I couldn't possibly do that to her. And even if Roger believed it, he wouldn't leave you just because of some suspicion about the baby's paternity. We need to find another way out of this mess; one that doesn't hurt everyone we love so much.

As you suckle at my breast, your words wash over me like a wave of despair. The reality of our situation is harsh and unforgiving, leaving little room for the hope and passion that have fueled us until now. I know we need to be careful; to think about how much pain this could cause everyone involved before we take any further steps down this dangerous path. But the desire between us is so powerful, it feels as if it has a life of its own...

The idea of telling them that we want an open marriage is both terrifying and strangely enticing. It might allow us to explore our feelings for each other without destroying everything else in the process...but it would also be a massive shock to everyone involved, and there's no guarantee they would understand or accept it.

"Maybe..." I whisper hesitantly, still unsure if this is even a remote possibility. "But we should really think about it carefully first. We need to consider how they'll react; what they want for themselves. It wouldn't be fair to just spring something like that on them without giving it some serious thought."

I shift slightly, moving my hips in time with your sucking motions as you continue to nurse at my breast. The pleasure is still there between us, undiminished by our worries and doubts...but beneath the surface lurks a tangled web of secrets and lies that threatens to tear everything apart unless we find some way to untangle it.

"What do you think, Franky?" I ask softly, searching his face for some sign of clarity or direction. "Is there really any other option here?"

The thought of losing you is almost unbearable; I can feel the panic rising in my chest at the mere suggestion that we might not be together anymore, even if it means staying with our spouses out of obligation or pity. But I know that we need to be realistic; we can't keep hiding away like this forever, hoping against hope that things will somehow magically work themselves out.

I reach up to run my fingers through your hair, tugging gently as I study your face in the dim light of the bedroom. "We should talk about it more," I say finally, finding some small comfort in the thought that we can still explore this together, at least for now. "Maybe... maybe we could even ask them how they feel about it."

My heart is racing; a strange mix of fear and hope swirling around inside my chest as I contemplate this uncharted path ahead of us. But one thing is certain: things can't go on the way they are now. Eventually, someone will get hurt; someone will find out about our feelings for each other, and when that happens, it will tear all of our lives apart unless we do something about it now.

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath in through my nose and letting it out slowly between pursed lips as I wait for your reply. What choice do we have? How can we make this right without destroying everything we've ever known?

I nod, my throat tight with emotion as I struggle to find the words to express what I'm feeling. "Me too," I whisper hoarsely, squeezing your hand in reassurance. The thought of being with you without shame is exhilarating; it fills me with a sense of hope and freedom that I haven't felt in years. But we have to be careful; we need to tread lightly here or else everything could spiral out of control and leave everyone hurt even worse than they already are.

I lean in, pressing my lips against your neck before pulling back slightly. "Let's just take things slow for now," I suggest cautiously, unsure whether this is the right approach but feeling like it might be our only option if we want to avoid any further damage. "See how they react when we bring up the idea...and then go from there."

My heart races as I think about the possibilities that lie ahead; both terrifying and thrilling at once. The thought of being with you, truly free to express our love for each other without fear or shame, is almost too much to bear...but it's also the only thing that feels right in this world where everything else seems so twisted and wrong.

When you tell me about your conversation with Jane later that day, I'm both relieved and cautiously optimistic. It seems like she understands our situation more than I thought she would; perhaps hearing it from her husband has made it easier for her to accept the possibility of polyamory or an open marriage between us. Still, there are a lot of variables at play here, and we can't assume anything until we speak with Roger as well.

I chew on my bottom lip nervously as I think about approaching him with this idea. He's always been so supportive of our friendship, but the thought of adding another layer to it in the form of a romantic relationship is bound to be overwhelming for him. Still, if Jane can come around...perhaps there's hope that Roger will as well.

I take a deep breath and exhale slowly, steeling myself for the conversation ahead. "I think we should invite them all out to dinner tonight," I suggest hesitantly, my voice slightly shaky despite my attempt at sounding casual. "Maybe then we can discuss everything in a more relaxed setting."

The thought of being with you, Jane and Roger together fills me with a mix of anticipation and trepidation; so many emotions tangled up within the prospect of finally laying our feelings out on the table and seeing where they lead us. But I know we can't ignore this any longer; it's time to take control of our lives and see if there's a way for all of us to be happy, even if it means making some difficult choices along the way.

I wait nervously as the others arrive at our favorite Italian restaurant; the smell of delicious food and laughter filling the air around us. We exchange pleasantries and settle into our seats, each of us trying to appear casual despite the underlying tension that seems to have gripped all of us since this conversation started.

When we finally get a moment alone, I glance over at you, searching your face for any sign as to how Roger is feeling about all of this. You give me a tiny nod of encouragement before turning to Roger and beginning to talk about our feelings; the complex web of love and desire that has bound us together in this twisted situation.

As Jane listens intently, her eyes growing wider with understanding with each passing moment, I can't help but hope that she will be able to help convince him as well. The idea of an open marriage or polyamorous relationship may seem strange at first, but if anyone can see past the labels and into our hearts, it would be them.

My heart races as I wait for Roger to respond; a lump forming in my throat as anticipation mixes with fear and hope. The silence stretches on interminably before he finally speaks up, voice barely above a whisper as he says, "I never thought...but if that's what you all want..."

For a split second, I think my heart might stop beating altogether; it feels like the weight of the world has been lifted from my shoulders. Slowly, a tremulous smile spreads across my lips as relief washes over me in waves, leaving behind a feeling of peace and acceptance that I haven't experienced in years.

I reach out to take Roger's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze as I look up at him gratefully. Thank you Roger. Thank you Jane! Are you interested in the open marriage part, where each of us can pursue other relationships, or the polyamorous part, where we try to maintain love and a satisfying sex life among the four of us and raise our child together?

As Roger continues to process the information you've shared, I turn to Jane and nod gratefully in her direction. Her support means more than she'll ever know; it's a testament to the strength of our friendship and the understanding we have for one another. As they continue to discuss their feelings and thoughts on the matter, my attention drifts back to Roger, waiting patiently for him to come to a decision.

The idea of having an open marriage or pursuing polyamory with all of us involved is both thrilling and terrifying in equal measures; I know there will be challenges and hurdles to overcome, but the potential for happiness and fulfillment makes it all worthwhile. There's a sense of unity among us now that was never quite there before, and as we continue to discuss our options, I can't help but feel hopeful about what the future holds for all of us.

Eventually, Roger speaks up again, his voice firm but uncertain as he says, "I think... I think we should try it." My heart leaps into my throat at his words; relief washing over me like a wave. "But," he continues, "we need to take this slow. We need to make sure everyone is comfortable with the arrangement and that there aren't any misunderstandings or hurt feelings down the line."

As we discuss the details of how we can navigate this new territory together, I catch a glimpse of happiness on Jane's face; a look that tells me she understands the complex emotions at play here and is willing to support us through whatever comes next. And beside her, Frank... I mean, your eyes meet mine from across the table, and I know in that moment that together, we can make this work. No matter what obstacles may come our way, we will

find a way to be together and make our lives as full and fulfilling as possible. The road ahead may be rocky, but with the love and support of my friends and my newfound acceptance from Roger, I know that we can weather any storm and emerge stronger than ever before. As long as we keep communicating openly and honestly with one another, there's no limit to what we can achieve together.

I reach across the table, taking your hand in mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Thank you," I whisper, meaning every word. "I love you both so much, and I'm so grateful for this chance to be with all of you." As we continue to discuss our future as a polyamorous foursome, my heart swells with hope and anticipation, the weight of secrecy and shame finally lifted from my shoulders. There are going to be amazing adventures ahead of us; I can feel it deep in my bones. And now that we're free to explore them together without fear or shame, there's no telling what heights our happiness will reach.

Beside me, Jane smiles warmly, giving my hand a squeeze of her own. "I'm so glad you all could come to an understanding," she says softly, eyes shining with unshed tears. "You deserve this, Betty. You all do." Her voice breaks slightly before continuing more strongly, "And I promise to help however I can. This is going to be incredible."

As Roger and Jane nod in agreement, I glance up at you, my heart filled with gratitude and hope. Yes, it will be incredible. And together, we're going to make sure that every moment of it is as wonderful as possible.

We take it slow at first, getting to know each other's boundaries and preferences. Maybe start with just some mutual masturbation in the same room while everyone watches, or even experimenting with some light kissing and caresses before we move on to anything more intimate. As we become more comfortable with one another, we can gradually explore other options, like switching partners or engaging in group sex.

The most important thing is to communicate openly and honestly with each other about our desires and limits, ensuring that everyone feels safe and respected throughout this journey. And I think it would be helpful if we took some time apart as well; just the four of us enjoying each other's company without any expectations or pressure. That way, when we do come together in a more intimate setting, it will feel even more special and connected.