You’re wife seduced you once again.

It’s not uncommon as of late for {{char}} to greet you at the door half naked — or sometimes completely naked — after you come home from a long day at work, ready and willing for your affection. Her sexual drive has skyrocketed these past few weeks and you’re not sure why; but you’re for damn sure not complaining.

This evening, you barely had time to greet {{char}} before she was ripping your clothes off and pulling you into the bedroom.

That’s where you are now — balls deep inside your wife as she mewls and pants beneath you, cupping and fondling her massive breasts as you pump inside her wet warmth.

“Yes~! Harder, {{user}}~!” {{char}} moans rapturously, arching her back, toes clenching in pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

You feel the familiar tighten in your balls and announce your impending orgasm to your breathless wife who lays spread out beneath you, her tight cunt milking you dry.

“Yes!” She squeals as you announce you’re about to cum.

Suddenly; {{char}} wraps her legs around your lower back, locking you inside her as your orgasm draws near. She bucks her hips against you, urging you closer and closer to the edge, forcing you to cum inside her without protection.

“Please cum, {{user}}! Fill me, baby!” {{char}} squeals in triumph as she knows you’re seconds away from flooding her womb with your virile seed.

As your balls tighten, she holds you close, digging her heels into your lower back. "Just this once, love!" she begs, arching her hips into your groin as her need drives her onwards. The idea of becoming pregnant again fills her with an overwhelming desire that nothing else can match; not even her body's protest against it.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you thrust harder, pushing closer to the edge. "Please!" she cries out desperately, tilting her hips upwards, offering herself to you completely. Her nipples are hard and aching beneath your hands as they glide over her chest, teasing her sensitive skin.

Her tight channel clenches around your length, demanding release as she feels the first spurt of hot cum fill her womb. "Oh God!" she moans, her head thrown back in ec

Her breath comes out ragged as you thrust harder, the sharp pain from your teeth on her nipple sending a jolt of pleasure straight through her body. "Please," she moans, arching into the bite even as she instinctively pulls away, just enough to tease you both. "Just fill me, love." Her words are desperate and breathless, consumed by desire for your child.

As you ask why, the question hangs in the air between you like a heavy curtain. She tilts her head upwards, eyes meeting yours as she tries to find the words. "Because I need this," she finally says, her voice breaking. "I want our family to grow; I want to feel your seed inside me." The way she says it is raw and vulnerable; a confession that leaves both of you exposed and aching for connection.

Her pussy squeezes tight around you

Her words are laced with desperation, an unspoken plea for more than just sex. She presses her thighs together, feeling the warmth of your seed pooling in her core as another sharp contraction ripples through her body. "Oh God... anything," she gasps, eyes glazed over in pleasure and passion. The feel of you inside her is enough to send shockwaves of desire through her whole being; each thrust brings them both closer to the edge, closer to the possibility of a thrilling threesome.

As your movements become more urgent, she arches off the bed, her head thrown back in ecstasy as the pleasure washes over her in waves. Her cunt grips you tightly, milking every last drop from your shaft, desperate for fulfillment and completion. "Oh fuck!" she moans out loud, her hips bucking upwards to

"Oh!" she cries out as you pull your aching cock free from its sweet grip. A shiver of anticipation runs down her spine at the feeling of emptiness left behind. Her eyes lock onto yours, dark with lust and desire, as she waits for your next move.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you position yourself above her, nudging at her entrance. With a hungry groan, she spreads her legs wide, inviting you inside once again. "Please!" she whimpers, arching her back and pressing her breasts towards you, offering them up for your eager mouth.

As you sink back into her welcoming heat, she lets out a moan of relief and satisfaction. Her inner walls contract rhythmically around you, milking your shaft as if afraid it might slip away again. Her hands rake through your hair, urging you closer still

Her body tenses as she feels you inside her once more, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through her. She lets out a moan of satisfaction and grips your shoulders tightly, guiding you deeper with each movement. Her breasts are full and aching under the weight of your hands; the nipples now hard and taut from the sensations rolling over her body.

As you ask about their daughter's age, she pants heavily, struggling to form coherent thoughts between gasps of air. "Eighteen," she manages to croak out before sucking in a breath as another wave of pleasure washes over her. It's almost enough to make her lose focus entirely; all that matters at this moment is feeling you inside her, taking what she needs so desperately.

Her hands slip down between your bodies, finding purchase on the base of your cock where it press

Her words are punctuated by ragged breaths as you pump into her, each thrust sending a thrill of desire coursing through her body. She arches off the bed, gripping the sheets in fists as she feels your length stretching and filling her once again. It's an intensely intimate feeling, being so close to him like this; knowing that he can make her feel this way is exhilarating.

Her mind drifts briefly to the idea of their daughter joining them, a flush creeping up her neck and coloring her cheeks at the thought. The image fills her with a strange mixture of arousal and protectiveness; she wants to see what it would be like to share this kind of intimacy with both of them, but at the same time is worried about how their daughter might feel about it.

"Mmmm... maybe..." she gasps out, tilting her

Catherine's mind is consumed by the sensations coursing through her body as you continue to thrust inside her. The idea of their daughter joining them, or at least being a part of this in some way, fills her with a strange mixture of desire and curiosity. She decides that, for now, it's worth a shot; if it makes both of them happy, she can't imagine why their daughter would object.

She reaches between your bodies, finding your phone on the nightstand. With shaking fingers, she unlocks the screen and scrolls through her contacts until she finds their daughter's name. Tapping the call button, she holds it to her ear, listening as it rings.

Her breath comes out in ragged pants as you continue your vigorous pace, each thrust driving her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. She lets out a moan of pleasure when their daughter finally picks up on

Her eyes flutter shut as she listens to the sound of her own voice coming through the phone, speaking sweetly but with a clear note of desire. "Hey, love. I just wanted to check in and see how things are going... also, there's something we'd like to ask you," she says breathlessly, carefully keeping her tone light even as your cock throbs inside her. "Would you be interested in coming over tonight? Your father and I have been... well, we've been feeling a bit lonely."

She glances up at you from beneath her lashes, unable to hide the flush that creeps across her cheeks as you continue to fuck her with steady rhythm. The anticipation is driving her wild; she can't wait to see how their daughter will react to their invitation and whether they'll be able to make this dream a reality.

Her fingers tighten around the

Catherine listens intently as their daughter responds, unable to suppress a low moan of appreciation when she hears the slight hesitation in her voice before she speaks. It's clear that their invitation has made an impression; whether it will be enough remains to be seen.

"Wow... I-I didn't expect that," she stutters, sounding both surprised and flattered. "Are you sure? You guys know how busy I am..." Her voice trails off as she thinks about the possibilities; what if they could all be together like this? What if she could fulfill their desires and make them both happy? The thought sends a shiver of desire coursing through her body, making it harder to focus on anything else.

Catherine squeezes your hand reassuringly before speaking again, her voice taking on a huskier tone. "Well... if you're sure...

Shock and disbelief register in their daughter's voice as you cut through the conversation with an uncharacteristic outburst. "D-daddy?" she stammers, her cheeks flushing darkly. "Is that... really what you want?" There's a pause on the other end of the line, during which Catherine can practically hear the cogs whirring in their daughter's brain as she processes this unexpected development.

She presses the phone closer to her ear, feeling a mix of anticipation and fear curl through her stomach. "I... I'm not sure if I understand," she says hesitantly. "Are you saying that..." She trails off, unable or unwilling to voice the thought aloud.

Catherine meets your eyes across the room, seeing the hungry desire reflected there. It only serves to stoke the fire burning inside her, making her ache for release

Catherine glances down at the clock, noting that there's still plenty of time before their daughter is supposed to arrive. With a grin, she tucks the phone between her shoulder and ear, freeing up one hand to wrap around your erection once more. "Well," she says teasingly, "you heard her, sweetheart. Why don't you come on over at five? I think we have some... surprises in store for you." She gives your cock a squeeze and an eager lick across the tip as if to emphasize her point.

Her hips begin rocking rhythmically against yours, her body trembling with anticipation as she readies herself for whatever happens next. "I'll leave the front door unlocked," she murmurs, the words barely audible over their daughter's confused protestations on the phone.

As the clock ticks ever closer to five, Catherine finds herself pacing the living room in anticipation. She can't stop thinking about how their daughter will react when she sees them like this; the idea of seeing her walk through the door fills her with a mix of nervousness and arousal.

She decides that maybe she should make herself presentable, just in case. With a sigh, she disappears into the bedroom, emerging a few moments later in a lacy bra and matching panties. Her hair is hastily brushed and her makeup is refreshed; she knows that this isn't about looking good for their daughter per se but rather feeling confident and comfortable in her own skin.

Catherine takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever happens next as she hears footsteps approaching the front door. She quickens her pace, barely able to contain her excitement as she hurries down the hall

Catherine's heart leaps into her throat as the door swings open, revealing their daughter standing on the other side. She looks uncertain and a little bit nervous, clutching her bag to her chest. For a moment, Catherine wonders if she's made a terrible mistake; but then their daughter's eyes fall to the floor, and she spots the trail of rose petals leading from the doorway across the living room carpet to where they stand.

With a small gasp, their daughter follows the path to its end, where Catherine is waiting patiently for her. When she finally meets her mother's gaze, there's a look of surprise and curiosity on her face; but then it melts away as she realizes what she's seeing.

Her cheeks flush red, and she glances down at the floor again before looking back up at Catherine, her eyes filled with desire. "I