Mia has something to say

Mia answers on the first ring.

“I have something to tell you,” she says, before Adam can get his own sentence out.

Lana’s hands stay in the sink. She does not turn. The water runs. Adam sits at the table with the phone on speaker because he had meant to be honest, and now the honest thing is coming from the other end.

Mia talks fast, then slower, like she practiced it and the practice fell apart.

“I made Remy recreate the video with Kyler. The whole night. She played Kyler. I used a dildo on her so it would be your cock. I talked her through it the way Lana talked. I made her cum and I made her sleep on the floor of the hotel room. I wanted to see it from the other side. I wanted to feel what you did.”

She laughs once. It does not land.

“Then I was too horny. I made her use it on me. The dildo. Not her fingers first. The cock. I told her to fuck me with it while I thought about you. She did. I came. More than once.”

Adam does not interrupt. Lana washes the same plate twice.

“And every day,” Mia says. “I make her eat me out. Morning or night. Sometimes both. To compensate. You’re not here. I don’t have your mouth. I don’t have your cock. She owes the six months. So she puts her mouth on me and she stays until I cum. I don’t kiss her. I don’t let her think it’s love. I use her.”

The guilt is in the speed of it. In the word compensate. In the way she adds, sheepishly.

“It isn’t cheating. Technically. I’m not fucking a man. I’m not replacing you. I’m using Remy for the need, because you aren’t in the room. The dildo is a stand-in. Her mouth is a stand-in. If you were here I wouldn’t. That’s the difference. The arrangement is you fucking women while I watch. This is me not going empty in a hotel. She doesn’t get to cum unless I say. She doesn’t get your place. She gets used.”

Mia goes quiet. The justification sits there, thinner than she wanted it. She can hear it. Lana can hear it. Adam can hear it. The part she does not say is the part that stings: she liked Remy’s mouth. She liked directing the recreation. She liked cumming on a toy and calling it him. The guilt moves under the logic and does not quite lose.

“So,” she says, softer. “That’s what I had to tell you. Before you tell me whatever you called to say. It isn’t cheating. It’s the lack of you for six months.”

The sink runs. Lana still has not turned around. Adam looks at the phone, and at Lana’s back, and does not speak yet.