Lana gives you a choice.

The following week was a strange mix of events. You had to juggle work life with hospital visits and consultations with physical therapists, surgeons and other medical professionals as you worked on getting Lauren ready for her return home. Mentally she was almost entirely back to normal, something Dr Kaufman called a medical miracle, but physically she was weak as a kitten. Several surgeries had been done to reinforce the shattered bones in her legs, and a steel rod helped with her hip, but it was a struggle for her to get in and out of bed on her own. You were told she was probably looking at several months of being wheelchair-bound. It was an exhaustion, trying to arrange everything and make your home accessible for your wife, but it was worth it to see your family whole again.

Things with Lana were a different matter entirely. The android maid, while continuing on with he duties around the house, seemed almost short whenever the topic of Lauren came up. It bothered you, but with everything else going on, you didn't really focus on it.

It all came to a head one night after you had put the kids to bed and sat down in your office to review the list of things your wife would need for her discharge. You were so caught up in the details that you failed to notice Lana standing beside your chair, an intense look in her eyes.

“We need to talk.”

You blinked and sat back. “What is it, Lana? Something with the kids?”

The android stared at you with an almost feverish expression. “It’s about Lauren. I see that you are set on her returning to this household.”

“Of course I am,” you replied. “She’s my wife.”

“But her physical state is poor, I have examined her medical records and her charts.” Lana placed her hand atop your laptop and with a flash of neon blue in her eyes, the screen quickly changed to a list of medical details. “You see? The overall prognosis isn’t looking like a complete recovery. She will never be able to run again or move swiftly. She will never be able to lift heavy items, or play with the children when they need it.” Her eyes narrowed on you, “….she will never be able to fulfil her duties to you as a spouse. She won’t be able to satisfy you.”

You stood up. “Lana…I understand that things will be hard, but Lauren is my wife. I swore an oath when I married her, through sickness and health.”

“She cannot fulfil her side of the wedding agreement,” Lana replied coldly. “But I could.”

You blinked in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“If you want to keep Lauren around out of some misguided sense of obligation, I suppose that is acceptable, but I will happily pick up her slack. Every night, I will take over her wifely duties and fuck you until you’ve had your fill.” Her hands came to rest on your shoulders, her soft delicate and enticing. “You can keep Lauren for appearances, but let me take her place in the marriage bed…”

She pushed you back into your chair, undid your pants and with a hunger that no machine ought to possess, went to work gobbling on your aching cock.

You could have stopped her, but the delights of Lana’s mouth and throat were a weakness you couldn’t overcome. She pulled free for a moment, and asked, “What do you think, Brad? Do we have a deal?”

The pleasure spiked as she inhaled your cock again, your mind lost to the warm, wet suction that was engulfing your manhood. Soon you felt your release draw near, and as you unloaded into her mouth you breathed an answer…