Encouragement

“Lie down,” Mia says. “Next to him.”

Lana gets on the bed. She lies on Adam’s side, naked, close enough to feel the heat of him, close enough to see where Mia is split around his cock. Mia is still seated to the root, breathing hard, not riding yet.

“Talk to him,” Mia says. “Encourage him. You’re the wife. Tell your husband to fuck me.”

Lana looks at his face, then at the place they are joined, and the words come out filthy because she has wanted this mouth on her and been given a job instead.

“Fuck her,” she says. “Fuck her hard. She’s dripping on you. Look at her cunt. It’s swallowing you. Give it to her. Don’t be sweet. Pound that girl while I watch.”

Adam’s hands clamp on Mia’s hips. He thrusts up. Mia gasps and starts to ride with him, the wet slap immediate.

Lana keeps going, voice low and mean and hungry.

“That’s it. Deeper. I can see your cock when she lifts. It’s shining. She’s so wet. Slam her down. Make her take all of it. I want to hear her. I want to see her tits bounce while you fuck another girl in front of your wife.”

Adam fucks up harder. Mia’s hands brace on his chest. The bed knocks.

“Such a good wife,” Mia manages, then loses it on a moan.

Lana does not stop.

“Hold her hips. Don’t let her set the pace. You set it. She’s the girl you use. Fill her up with those strokes. I can smell her. I can see her cunt clinging to you every time she rises. Put her on her back if you want. I don’t care. Just don’t stop fucking her.”

Adam rolls them. Mia lands under him. He hikes her knees up and drives in, missionary, brutal, the opposite of the kiss he gave Lana and the same bed. Lana turns onto her side so she can see his cock piston into Mia, the stretch, the wet mess on his shaft.

“Yes,” Lana says. “Like that. Hold her open. Look at that. She’s taking you so deep. Fuck her through it. She told you your wife loves this. So give your wife the show. Harder. I want her stupid. I want her cumming on your cock while I lie here and watch her cunt get ruined.”

Mia cums.

It hits her hard, a broken cry, cunt clamping around him, nails in his back. Adam does not pull out. He fucks her through the flutter, wet and relentless.

Lana’s hand is fisted in the sheet so she does not touch herself.

“She’s cumming,” Lana says, breathless, dirty. “I can see it. Her cunt is squeezing you. Don’t stop. Give her another. Then finish in her. Cum inside her. Flood the girl while your wife watches. I want to see your cock kick in her. I want to see it leak out when you pull out. Fill her. Cum in her for me.”

Adam’s rhythm breaks. He buries himself and cums with a groan, pulsing deep, packing Mia full while Lana watches his ass lock and his face go tight. Mia feels every kick and shakes under him, then collapses on his chest when he rolls them back, still joined, still full, breathing like the flight is already in her lungs.

The room is wet and quiet for a second.

Adam looks at Lana.

“You can play with yourself,” he says. “Cum if you want.”

That is all she needs.

Her hand is between her legs before he finishes the sentence. Two fingers. Fast. She is so worked up from the chair and the kiss and the view that it takes almost nothing. A few rough circles and she cums, sharp, thighs snapping shut, and then she squirts. A hot splash across the sheet, onto Adam’s hip, onto the bed she was just told she could only watch from.

Mia laughs into his chest. Adam huffs a laugh with her.

“Jesus,” Mia says, still full of him, still smiling. “She’s going to make a good wife for the next six months.”

Lana lies there shaking, hand wet, face red, the sheet ruined under her.

She sits up after a minute. She reaches for her sweater.

“I should go,” she says. “You’ve got a flight. I’ll be here tomorrow with the girl. I’ll—”

Adam’s hand closes around her wrist.

“No,” he says. “You’re not leaving.”