Maya

"Maya," you say, your voice thick with desire. "Let's start with Maya."

"Jesus," you whisper, your voice hoarse as you read her words again. The raw hunger in her profile sends a jolt of electricity straight to your groin. "She wants to be bred on purpose."

Angela nods, her eyes dark with desire. "That's exactly what she wants. She's been very specific about it." She scrolls down, showing you more photos in various poses that highlight her fertility. One shows her cradling her belly with her hands, as if already imagining it swollen with child.

"She's thirty-one," Angela continues, her finger tracing the curve of Maya's hip in the photo. "Never been pregnant before, but she's been tracking her ovulation religiously for the past two years, preparing herself." She looks up at you, her breath coming faster. "She's in her fertile window right now."

You feel your cock twitch at the implication. "Right now?"

"According to her profile, yes. She's been taking supplements, doing fertility yoga, everything to prepare her body." Angela's voice drops to a whisper. "She wants to be impregnated this cycle."

You take the phone, studying Maya's face more carefully. Something almost desperate flickers in her expression, a hunger that matches what you've just seen in your wife's eyes.

"And you think she'd be okay with... with you being there?" you ask, still trying to process the reality of what Angela is proposing.

Angela smiles, a slow, seductive curve of her lips. "I've already messaged her. She's excited about the idea.”

“Set up a meeting, maybe over wine.” Angela's eyes widen, then soften with approval. She scrolls back to the brunette's profile, her finger tracing the curve of Maya's breasts in the photo.

"Good choice," she whispers, her breath warm against your ear. "I thought you'd pick her."

You can't tear your eyes away from the screen. There's something about Maya's expression—that mixture of vulnerability and determination—that calls to something primal within you.

"How do we contact her?" you ask, your hand finding Angela's thigh.

Angela smiles, a secretive curve of her lips. "I already have. Last week."

Your head snaps toward her. "You what?"

"I sent her a message, just to introduce ourselves. She responded yesterday." Angela opens her messages, showing you the exchange. "She's interested. Very interested."

You read through the messages, your pulse quickening. Maya's responses are articulate yet passionate, expressing her eagerness to meet and discuss possibilities. She's suggested a coffee shop in the city for an initial meeting.

"She wants to meet both of us," Angela says, her hand sliding higher on your thigh. "She says it's important that we all feel comfortable with each other."

The idea of sitting across from this beautiful woman, knowing what you intend to do to her, makes your cock stir again. You imagine her naked beneath you, her dark eyes looking up at you as you push inside her, filling her with your seed.

"When?" you manage to ask.

"Tomorrow evening. Seven o'clock." Angela's fingers trace patterns on your inner thigh, moving closer to your growing erection.