My Slime Wife: Training and Pampering Her Makes Me Stronger

Emily’s truck came to a stop in front of the building with a slight squeal of the brakes.

Liam and Lydia got out with heavy steps, still carrying traces of dried mud on their boots and the swamp’s smell clinging to their clothes.

Emily waved goodbye from behind the wheel and drove away down the poorly lit street.

The two of them climbed the stairs in silence, far too tired to talk until Liam turned the key and pushed open the apartment door.

As soon as he entered, Liam stretched his entire body, raising his arms until they touched the doorframe.

His bones cracked.

Lydia glanced at him from the corner of her eye as she closed the door behind them.

"You seem nervous and stressed about this whole Guild Squad Selection thing,"

she said, leaving their bags beside the wall.

"I don’t like seeing you like this, honey."

Liam yawned, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Even though we’re doing well at this job... I can’t help feeling nervous. And afraid of failing."

He ran a hand over his face, rubbing his eyes.

"It’s a lot of pressure."

Before he could continue, a copy of Lydia silently materialized behind him.

Soft, slightly cool hands settled on his shoulders and began massaging them with precision.

Liam tensed in surprise, but the pleasure came almost immediately.

The copy’s fingers found every knot of tension and worked them loose with firm movements.

"Mmm..."

escaped Liam’s throat.

"That... feels really good."

The original Lydia approached from the front. She ran a hand over her husband’s chest, slowly moving down his torso until stopping near his belt.

Her eyes shone with a mixture of concern and something warmer.

"I have some ideas to help you relax,"

she murmured.

"If we go into the selection nervous and stressed, things aren’t going to go well."

Liam immediately noticed his wife’s intentions.

Inside his pants, something began hardening rapidly while the copy continued working on his shoulders.

Lydia smiled and blushed when she noticed the obvious bulge.

"You’re already hard..."

she whispered, beginning to unbuckle his belt with skilled fingers.

She knelt in front of him and pulled his pants down to his knees.

Her fingers played over his underwear, brushing against the outline of his erect penis through the fabric.

"I didn’t know how much I needed this..."

Liam admitted, his voice hoarse.

Both Lydias laughed in unison, producing an identical, mischievous sound that echoed through the apartment.

The one kneeling moved her face closer and began running her tongue slowly over his underwear, leaving a dark mark on the fabric.

Meanwhile, the copy behind him reached her arms around his body and began unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time.

The copy’s breasts pressed firmly against his bare back.

Liam turned his head and kissed her.

The copy responded enthusiastically, slipping her tongue into his mouth and caressing his torso with hands that felt almost too real.

At the same time, the original Lydia pulled his underwear down in one swift motion.

Liam’s erect penis sprang free and gently brushed against her nose and lips.

Lydia took it in one hand and began lightly slapping herself in the face with it, looking up as she watched her husband kiss her own copy.

"I love watching you enjoy yourself with me,"

she said, her voice low and filled with desire.

"It feels like a dream."

Liam became increasingly aroused.

His member grew harder and thicker, throbbing against Lydia’s cheek.

She couldn’t hold back any longer.

She opened her mouth and took his penis in one motion, enveloping it in warmth and moisture.

The copy also knelt in front of him and began licking his balls with her tongue, moving up and down with deliberate slowness.

Both of them looked up and held Liam’s gaze.

He placed a hand on his wife’s head and pressed her slightly closer to his member, pushing her deeper.

Lydia gagged slightly but didn’t pull away; instead, she relaxed her throat and endured it.

When Liam released her, his penis emerged completely covered in strands of thick saliva.

Both Lydias let out a mischievous laugh when they saw it.

Then they moved closer at the same time.

They began licking his penis from both sides, playing with their tongues, occasionally meeting at the tip and sharing saliva.

Liam closed his eyes for a second.

’This is incredible... I never imagined something like this,’

he thought, his chest rising and falling heavily.

The copy took his member in one hand and began stroking it at a steady pace while continuing to lick his balls.

The original Lydia opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, waiting.

Liam felt his orgasm approaching far too quickly.

He couldn’t hold it back.

"Now..."

he warned in a broken voice.

He came forcefully.

Thick streams of semen splashed across Lydia’s face, covering her forehead, cheeks, and lips.

The copy also moved her face closer and received part of the release in her mouth and nose.

Both of them remained still for a moment, breathing heavily, with the semen glistening on their skin.

Lydia ran her tongue over her lips, swallowing whatever she could reach, and smiled up at him.

"I hope this helps you, honey."

Liam smiled, still breathing heavily.

"I’m not done yet."

He took them both by the wrists and helped them to their feet.

He guided them to the nearest wall and positioned them with their hands against it, their legs spread apart.

Both Lydias smiled in unison because they already knew what was coming.

With a simple thought, they made their clothes disappear.

They were left completely naked, their round, firm buttocks presented toward Liam.

He smiled and began spanking them, first one and then the other, with firm slaps that left pink marks.

Both of them cried out, their voices mixing pain and pleasure as they smiled and blushed at the same time.

Liam licked the fingers of both hands and inserted them into the vaginas of both women.

They were warm, wet, and tight.

He began masturbating them with deep, circular movements.

The Lydias’ moans immediately filled the apartment.

"Please... do it with your penis,"

the original pleaded, her voice trembling with excitement.

"Please..."

Liam had never imagined finding himself in a situation like this.

And Lydia knew that perfectly well. She knew how much he liked it when she asked for things that way.

He thrust his penis into his wife’s wet vagina in a single motion.

The inside felt warm, soft, and slightly tight, adapting to him immediately.

He began moving his hips at a steady rhythm, holding Lydia’s waist with one hand while continuing to penetrate the copy with the fingers of his other hand.

Both of them moaned uncontrollably.

Lydia arched her back.

"It feels incredible... it’s like feeling twice the pleasure."

Liam intensified his rhythm.

He moved his hips harder and more roughly while the fingers of his other hand explored the inside of the copy, searching for the exact spot that made her tremble.

He felt his second orgasm approaching quickly.

"Don’t stop, honey... please,"

both of them pleaded at the same time.

Liam didn’t stop. His thrusts became deeper and more urgent.

Lydia gripped the apartment wall with her fingers.

"I’m about to come..."

she gasped.

After a few final, powerful thrusts, Liam came inside his wife, filling her completely.

At the same time, he felt the copy’s warm release dripping over his hand and Lydia contracting around his member.

The three of them reached orgasm together.

Both Lydias collapsed onto the floor, their legs trembling and their chests rising and falling heavily.

They were ecstatic and breathless, smiling with their eyes half-closed.

Liam wiped the back of his hand across his forehead, cleaning away the sweat.

"That was incredible..."

he murmured, still standing as he looked at them.

A system message appeared before his eyes.

[You gave Love to your Slime.]

[You gave Love to your Slime.]

Neither of them could respond with words.

They simply smiled, unable to stop, their bodies still trembling from the final waves of pleasure.

The apartment fell silent except for the shared breathing of the three.