She wants to make some changes

Resting her hands on your thighs, Lana stared at you with an unsettling level of focus.

“I wish to make changes around the house, Mr Taylor.”

You frowned at her. “What kind of changes?”

“Redecorating,” she replied. “I have noticed that there are many objects around the house that distress the children. I would like to remove these items. For the good of the children’s well-being.”

A worry began to nag and tug at your thoughts. “Which items are we talking about?”

Lana tilted her head to the side, as if listening hard for something only she could hear. Her eyes flicked back to yours. “The children are waiting for dinner,” she said, rising to her feet and adorning her skirt. “We’ll discuss this later.”

You pondered Lana’s words for much of the meal, eating the lasagne she had made whilst watching her interactions with the kids. Though she didn’t eat with the rest of the family, you noticed she would occasionally take a sip from a glass of water, something she was programmed to do to appear more lifelike. She listened intently as your son regaled you with stories of his day at school, of the lessons he had learned and the play fighting he had done with his friends in the yard. There was even something like fondness as she watched the boy, encouraging him to tell her more. The sight was endearing, but you wondered if your son fully grasped that he was speaking to a machine instead of a real person.

‘Of course not’, you told yourself. Half the time you forgot she wasn’t human, so how should a child?

Sarah was a little more restrained, but it was clear she has grown fond of the android as well. Asking her if she could help with homework later, which Lana agreed to do.

After the meal was done, Lana washed up with her typical efficiency while you booted up the computer in your office. Of course there was half a dozen emails awaiting you from work, and went through each and every one with a sigh.

A half hour later, Lana was standing in your doorway, smiling faintly. “The children have been put to bed.”

“They didn’t try to fight you on bed time?”

She shook her head. “Sarah was very tired, and Tommy only asked for a story before bed. They are very well behaved children.”

That brought a smile to your face. “I’m very lucky to have them…” another thought came, unbidden. “I came from a big Catholic family myself. I always wanted to be a dad, to be there for my kids and give them all the love I got growing up.”

“Why did you only have two children?” Lana asked curiously. “It is to my understanding that that is not considered an especially large number of offspring.”

You sat back, remembering the old conversations. “Lauren wasn’t really a fan of the idea. Pregnancy was hard on her and after seeing how much she struggled with PPD after Tommy was born…we decided we’d be two-and-done.”

“So, you had to sacrifice your dream?”

“It was a compromise,” you replied with a shrug. “That goes with marriage.”

Lana studied you in silence for what felt like an eternity. “I think we should continue our discussion from earlier.”

“Hmm?”

“I would like to remove all the photos and memorabilia of Lauren.”

That sent alarm bells ringing. “What the hell? Why would I let you do that?”

“Sarah gets very upset whenever she looks at the family photos with Lauren, and Tommy is very confused about the situation and his mother’s status. I do not believe it is in the best interest of their well-being to be reminded of their loss.”

You rose to your feet in an instant. “Lauren isn’t gone,” you growled, “she’s sick, but eventually we’ll be a family again!”

Lana gazed at you without emotion. “Mr Taylor, Lauren is very likely to have been permanently brain-damaged by her injuries. Any kind of recovery would be limited at best and only put a further strain on you and your children’s mental health.”

“My kids need their mother.”

Lana closed the distance between you, “They will have me.”

“What?”

In a smooth motion, Lana’s clothes fell to the ground, revealing her naked body. Her hands travelled up your chest and came to rest around your shoulders. “It’s like I said, I am here to help you in any and every way I can,” one hand travelled south, undid your pants and fished out your cock, “I can be a wife to you, a mother to your children. I can be everything you need….”

The proximity to her, the scent of her, the sound of her voice, it overrode the anger and indignation you felt. Part of you felt disgusted in yourself for this continual act of betrayal, but the reality was that Lana felt too good. The utter devotion she showed you too intoxicating.

You were soon as naked as her and thrusting away into her wet and willing cunt, working your stress and anger out in that delicious tightness. Her inner walls moved around your length with inhuman control, as if she could massage every inch of your cock.

"Yes," she cooed, looking at you with a gaze of utter desire and adoration. "Fuck me! I'm all you need! I love you, Brad! I'm your wife now!" she slammed back into your cock, trying to get it as deep as she could, "Cum inside me! Knock me up! Breed your fucking new wife!"

Her words had an immediate effect, your balls pulsed, and soon you shoot spurt after spurt of virile cum deep into the artificial cunt. You saw stars and the two of you collapsed forward, before sinking to the ground together, your dick still inside shooting the last few bursts of seed.

Lana turned and kissed you fiercely. "You'll see, Brad. Your life is going to be so much better..."