A final show

Lana sets the coat and the keys on the table.

She kneels in front of Adam, right there in the kitchen, in front of his wife, and opens his pants. His cock comes out, half-hard from nothing but the morning and the sight of her. She looks up at him. Then at Mia.

“One last thing,” she says. “Fuck my face. Give me your cum. Then I’m gone.”

Adam looks at Mia. Mia, dazed already, nods once.

He stands. Grabs Lana’s head. Fucks her face. Not tender. The old use. Deep. Wet. Her throat taking him, spit on her chin, eyes watering, the gluck of it filling the kitchen while Mia watches from the chair. Lana takes it. Hands on his thighs. She does not pull off. He does not last. The ending is in it. He groans and cums, thick pulses straight into her mouth, holding her there until he is done.

Lana pulls off. Does not swallow. She stands, walks to Mia, and kisses her.

Open. Deliberate. She lets his cum pass from her tongue into Mia’s mouth, a filthy, careful transfer, and stays until Mia has it. Then she pulls back. Wipes her lip with her thumb.

“That’s your husband,” she says. “Back where he belongs. I’m returning the cock and the man. Swallow him. He’s yours. The fake wife is done. The real one is home. Don’t waste what I just put in your mouth.”

Mia is dazed. She swallows. Her eyes are wide. She does not speak.

Lana picks up the coat. The keys. The bag. At the door she pauses.

“Look in the trophy drawer,” she says. “Before you restart your life.”

She leaves. The apartment is theirs again.

Adam and Mia go to the drawer. The one that held Remy’s and Danielle’s panties. They open it.

Lana’s are on top. Folded. Left on purpose.

They look at each other and smile. The end of their fantasy and the start of something else.

Adam’s hand settles on Mia’s belly. She covers it with hers. Their baby. Their house. Their future.

A normal life.