He does it hard

Adam slams into her.

Missionary the way Mark likes it, except nothing about it is Mark. Danielle’s knees are wide in her husband’s hands. Adam’s cock punches to the root on the first stroke and he starts fucking her like the position is an insult.

The bed knocks the wall. Her tits jerk. The wet sound is immediate and filthy — his shaft driving through the load he already left in her, slapping it out around the seal of her cunt.

Mia talks from the side of the bed.

“That’s your favourite, Mark. Face to face. Sweet at home. Look at it now. Your wife’s legs in your fists and another man pounding the hole you married. He’s using the angle you like so you can see every inch go in. Watch her mouth. That’s not the face she gives you.”

Danielle’s voice comes apart under the thrusts.

“Harder — fuck — he’s so deep. Mark, he’s in my stomach. He’s fucking me through his own cum. I can hear it. I’m so wet. I’m so open. Don’t you close my legs. Hold me. Let him have this. Let him ruin missionary.”

Adam does not pace it for her. He fucks her for a long time. Long enough that her apologies die. Long enough that her dirty talk starts repeating and getting meaner.

“That’s a real cock. That’s what I needed. Thick. Mean. He’s stretching me every stroke. I can feel the head dragging. I can feel his balls. I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum on him while you hold me open like a good little cuck—”

She does.

The first orgasm wrenches her off the sheet. She cries out, cunt clamping, squirting a thin splash around his shaft onto Mark’s wrists. Adam fucks her through it and does not let her close.

Mia leans in.

“Again. She can take another. She’s a married slut on her back in my bed. Keep her legs wide, Mark. You’re the stirrups. He’s the man.”

Adam keeps going. Danielle sobs and laughs and comes apart a second time, then a third, each one sloppier, her words reduced to fuck and please and he’s still in me. Her eyes roll. Her hands claw the duvet. Mark’s arms shake holding her open.

“Tell your husband what he is,” Mia says.

Danielle obeys between slams.

“You’re holding me so I can get fucked. You’re the reason I can take this angle. You’re not the reason I feel it. He is. He’s pounding me. He’s going to fill me again. I want it. I want another load. Please cum in me. Please use me. Mark, look at my cunt. Look how it swallows him. That’s your favourite position and you don’t even get to be in it.”

Adam’s rhythm turns brutal. Mia’s voice stays even.

“Give it to her. Flood her cunt. Let him see you finish in the place he thinks of as his.”

Adam buries himself and cums with a groan, pulsing hard, packing her on top of what was already there. Danielle shakes through it, moaning, full, used.

He pulls out.

The empty wet pop is loud. Cum spills from her in a thick run onto the sheet.

Mark sees the gap and takes it.

He drops her ankles, shoves his pants down, and pushes into his wife in one frantic shove. He is smaller. He is desperate. He lasts almost nothing. A few messy, grateful thrusts into a cunt already flooded and ruined, and he cums with a loud groan, hips jerking, dumping himself into the mess Adam left.

Danielle stares at the ceiling.

Her voice is dazed and honest.

“I didn’t even feel you, Mark.”

Mia laughs.

“Oh, Mark. You heard her. You finally got your favourite position and your wife didn’t notice you were inside her. That’s the review. That’s the marriage. Adam split her open and filled her and you slipped in after like a leak. She didn’t even feel it.”

Mark is still in her, panting, shrinking. Danielle blinks, late, as if checking.

“I mean it,” she says, almost curious. “I felt him. I didn’t feel you. Did you… did you already finish?”

Mia’s laugh gets sharper.

“He finished. Loudly. In you. And you had to ask. Get off her. You’re embarrassing.”

He pulls out. The combined leak is obscene. Danielle’s cunt stays slack, dripping both of them.

“Danielle. Off the bed.”

She tries. Her legs fold. She makes it to the edge, puts a foot on the floor, and the exhaustion takes the rest of her. She slides down and passes out against the side of the mattress, naked, marked, leaking onto the rug, mouth open.

Mia looks at Mark.

“There she is. Fucked unconscious by my husband. You were a twitch she slept through. Pick her up. Downstairs. Get her dressed. I want you out of my house. Now.”

He gathers her. She is dead weight, sticky, breathing against his neck. He carries her down the hall like a man removing a problem. Mia follows, still talking.

“Don’t jostle her like she’s precious. She didn’t feel you. She felt Adam. She came on Adam. She passed out on Adam’s work. You’re the chauffeur.”

In the living room he lays her on the couch and fumbles for her dress, her bra, the soaked panties on the floor from earlier. Danielle does not wake. Her legs fall open when he tries to get the dress over her head. Cum smears the inside of her thigh.

Mia stands over them, arms folded, while he struggles to dress a woman who is still naked and still dripping.

He gets the dress halfway. He reaches for the underwear.

Mia holds out her hand.

Empty. Waiting. Palm up.

As if she wants something.