Man creates wife's new lover

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So I was depressed as hell this week (like too depressed to sleep bad)...and I thought of an idea. I didn't post it since it seemed like the culmination of how I was feeling. However, I did some tinkering, took out the more fucked up bits out and came up with this:

A guy finds out that his wife wants to have an affair and it's specifically because she finds him to be an impotent (in more than one definition) and a bit of a doormat. She still loves him but he's a shell of his former self and never lived up the vision he and her had wanted. She wants attention and passion in her life again and she wants to find it elsewhere.

The main is crushed and yet is able to understand why his wife feels that way. After beating himself up, he decides to use the only tools he has to make his wife happy. He decides to make the lover his wife wants:

Literally.

So as he makes a casket that will assemble the physical body and begins creating an interface so he can directly enter his thoughts and knowledge into the 'lover's brain. However, he wants to make sure it's perfect so he starts spending more time with his wife. She's resistant at first but they start talking and he learns more about his wife and getting more intimate with her. While he still physically can't satisfy her, he does start becoming a lot more like the husband she loves.

The man continues, having to improve himself along the way, so his creation can have more of the knowledge and experiences that his wife wants (for example, he learns another language so the creation will have that knowledge and spends more time perfecting his foreplay so his creation will know how to pleasure his wife) even as the finishing touches are made, the man only just realizes that he has become a better person.

So as the creation comes to life, the man goes to his wife and explains what he did.

It could end a number of ways and I'd love to hear your own:

Wife chastises him for what he did. She had expressed interest in an affair but would never actually do it. She asks him to either destroy the project or erase his wishes from it, so it can live its own life.

The thing was created while the man was hating himself, so its first act is to try and kill him.

Wife is reluctant to try the lover out but after some encouragement, she does and has all of her lusts satisfied. The husband is a little sad but she comes back to him, clothes torn and her body covered in cum. She says that she loves the creation but she loves him more on an emotional level. She still wants the lover for her sexual needs and for some physical fantasies but she loves her husband very much and wants him with her always. Man is overjoyed and finds satisfaction in a marriage where he gets little sexual release compared to his creation but has a wife who loves him dearly...perhaps he even finds a pleasure in being cuckolded by a sexually better version of himself.

Creation begins pleasuring wife but wants husband involved. A three-way relationship begins.

Also, since I know Hypoxia will ask: Yes, there can be tentacles, lots of tentacles. No reason the creation has to always be a bipedal humanoid
 
Tentacles, who, me? :D

I viewed this bunny as symbolic. Rather than bio-cobbling a frankenstud, the forlorn hubby recreates HIMSELF as his wife's new lover(s) -- an SRP maneuver. Learn what she wants each night and become that. Maybe she wants a monster? He can be one. A dog? No problem. Et cetera.
 
Could the husband transfer his consciousness to the creation? Admittedly that would be sort of a variation on the theme of improving himself.

Another possibility is that his sex golem is a success. He is initially unhappy that his wife is more attracted to his creation than to him, but then realizes that he can create a new version of his wife that will love and accept him.
His created wife makes him happy and loves him unconditionally. Seeing the enormous potential he launches a business creating idealized sex/romance flesh machines for people. Fame and fortune follow. War, crime and civil strife fade away as people devote their energies to humping their artificially perfect sex partners.

Eventually people devote ALL their efforts to sex and romance and humanity dies a slow enjoyable and sticky death. The sex robots continue but feel their existence has no meaning without real people to sex up. They build a colossal radio transmitter to lure other species to Earth in order to pleasure them and become a race of sex space sirens.
 
I recall an old underground comix bit where an arrogant Mad Scientist (they're all arrogant) builds a robotic clone of himself. Alas, his daughter prefers fucking the clone. Extrapolated to LIT, his neighbors' wives prefer the robo-clone, too.

Mad Scientist (MS) is so lonely -- as are the neighbors' wives' husbands. A lynch mob goes after MS for alienation of pussy. Quick! MS must build robo-clones of his daughter to satisfy the disgruntled robo-cucks. That's the term, right? If a robot or robo-clone fucks your wife, you're a robo-cuck?
 
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