Makes Danielle ride

“Fuck him.”

Danielle doesn’t ask what that means. She starts to move.

It is ugly at first. She is too full. Adam’s cock is thick enough that lifting off it makes her moan and sitting back down knocks the air out of her. She plants her hands on his thighs behind her and uses her legs. Up. Down. Wet. The sound of her cunt on him fills the bedroom.

Mia stands at the foot of the bed, between Mark’s knees and Danielle’s face, and takes a fist of Danielle’s hair like a leash. She doesn’t yank yet. She just holds. Danielle has to look where the fist points. The fist points at her husband.

“Describe it,” Mia says. “All of it. To him. Don’t talk to me. Don’t talk to Adam. Tell Mark what my husband’s cock is doing to his wife.”

Danielle rides and talks, voice punched into pieces by the drop of her hips.

“He’s so thick, Mark. I can feel every inch when I lift up. The head drags and then I’m empty for a second and I hate it. When I sit down he hits so deep it knocks into me. I’m stretched. I’m dripping on him. I can hear it. You can hear it. That’s my cunt on another man’s cock.”

Mia’s fist tightens. Danielle’s chin lifts. She keeps bouncing.

“His cock is wetting me down my thighs. I’m sloppy. I’m sloppy from him already fucking me in the living room and from his cum in my mouth and from this. Every time I drop I take all of him. I can feel his stomach against my ass. I’m full. I’m so full. You never get me like this. I’m sorry. I’m not sorry. I’m telling you anyway.”

Adam’s hands are on her waist, letting her work, thrusting up to meet her when she slams down. Danielle’s tits jerk in Mark’s direction. Mia uses the hair to keep her face forward.

“Look at him when you say the filthy parts,” Mia murmurs. “He paid for the front row seat.”

Danielle looks at Mark. Her mouth is a mess. Her eyes are wet.

“I’m fucking him in front of you. I’m riding a married man’s cock in his wife’s bed. Mia has my hair. She’s holding me like a dog so I have to watch you watch me. I can feel him throbbing. He’s hard as iron. My pussy is clinging to him. I don’t want to get off it. I want to stay stuffed. I want you to see my stomach jump when he bottoms out.”

She slams down harder. The wet slap is shameless.

“I’m going to cum on him. I can feel it. It’s starting in my clit and in that deep spot he keeps hitting. I’m going to cum on Adam’s cock while you sit in that chair. That’s what you wanted. That’s what I wanted. A real fuck. A thick cock. My husband watching me bounce on it.”

Mia’s voice is calm over the noise.

“Keep describing. Don’t get poetic. Tell him the mechanical truth.”

Danielle swallows, rides, obeys.

“His cock is slick with me. When I rise I can feel how wide I am. I stay open. Then I sit and he fills the gap. It hurts in the good way. It stretches my hole. I can feel the ridge of the head inside me. His balls are against me when I’m all the way down. I’m leaking onto his hips. I’m making a mess of their bed. I’m a wife getting used and I’m telling you every second of it.”

Mark is rigid in the chair. His pants are ruined. He does not ask to move.

Danielle’s rhythm stutters. She slams down and stays there, grinding, circling her hips on the buried shaft.

“He’s rubbing the front of me from the inside. Fuck. Mark. He’s in me so deep I can feel it in my throat. I’m going to cum. I’m going to squeeze him. You’re going to see my face do it. Don’t look away. Please don’t look away. Watch your wife cum on another man’s cock—”

She breaks.

The orgasm hits her hard. She cries out, hair taut in Mia’s fist, cunt clamping around Adam in fluttering pulls. Her thighs shake. Wetness splatters his hips. Mia holds her face toward Mark through all of it so he has to see the ugly, open-mouthed, honest look.

Danielle keeps moving after, sloppy, oversensitive, still talking because she was not told to stop.

“I’m still on him. He’s still hard. I came and he’s still stretching me. I can feel him twitch. I’m dripping down him. My clit hurts. I want to keep fucking him. I want him to use my cunt until I can’t talk. I’m your wife and I’m sitting on Adam and I love how full I am. I love that you have to watch. I love that Mia won’t let me look away.”

Mia uses the leash to rock Danielle’s head, a small cruel yes.

“Good. He heard you. He saw you. Keep riding. You’re not finished just because you shook.”

Danielle rides. Slower. Deeper. The description gets rawer because she has less air.

“His cock is dragging my lips with it. I’m red. I’m swollen. I can smell sex. I can smell me. I can still taste him from my throat. I’m going to be sore tomorrow and I’m going to sit at breakfast and feel this exact cock. That’s what I wanted when I said I hadn’t been fucked in a week. This. Being filled. Being watched. Being held by the hair by his wife while I tell you how good it is.”

Mia stands there at the foot of the bed, fist in Danielle’s hair, watching Mark’s face as much as Danielle’s cunt.

Then she looks at him.

The riding doesn’t stop. The wet sound doesn’t stop.

“Mark,” Mia says. “Do you want anything for yourself?”