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Breeding Competition: When Ovulation Games with the Muscular Best Friend Turn Desire into a Secret Desire for His Seed

Chapter One: The Invitation

The Wife's Kitchen

The Wife, a strong and controlling woman, slammed her fist on the kitchen counter. She was frustrated by her inability to conceive, and she was determined to take matters into her own hands. She sneakily looked up her husband's best friend, a muscular and handsome man, on social media. She couldn't help but feel a little thrill as she typed out a message to him.

"Hey, dumb jock," she wrote, playfully insulting him. "I need a favor. Can you come over during my ovulation window? I promise to make it worth your while." She added a winking emoji, making it clear that she found him attractive.

The Best Friend was surprised but intrigued when he received the message. He couldn't help but wonder what the Wife had in mind. He replied, "Sure thing. I'll be there. What do you need me to do?"

The Wife prepared the marital bed, making sure it was comfortable and inviting. She hid a pregnancy test in her nightstand, just in case. She couldn't help but feel a little nervous as she waited for the Best Friend to arrive.

When he arrived, the Wife made it clear that this was a "business" transaction. "I want you to impregnate me," she said, getting straight to the point.

The Best Friend was taken aback but also turned on by the Wife's directness. They began to kiss, and the Wife took control, leading him to the bed. She straddled him, grinding her hips against his. "I want you to fill me up with your seed," she whispered in his ear.

The Best Friend complied, and they had a raw, primal session in the marital bed. The Wife was satisfied but also guilty. She couldn't help but hope that it was his child growing inside her.

After the Best Friend left, the Wife took the pregnancy test. She was disappointed when it came back negative. But she was determined to continue with her plan. She hid the pregnancy test in her nightstand, waiting for the next time the Best Friend came over.

She couldn't help but smile, knowing that she was taking control of her own fertility. She fell asleep, dreaming of the next time they'd be together.

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