Obviously

Adam lasts a few more strokes.

Then his forehead drops to Lana’s, a groan tears out of him, and he buries himself to the root.

He cums hard.

Lana feels it — the first thick pulse against that deep spot, then another, then another, hot and heavy, flooding her. Her cunt clamps down on him in a helpless, shaking orgasm. She cums around the cock that is filling her, crying out, legs locked, taking every drop.

Mia watches the whole thing from the side of the bed. She sees Adam’s ass lock. She sees Lana’s face break. She sees the way Lana’s pussy flutters around him while he empties. Mia’s fingers are already in herself. She cums with them, sharp and messy, eyes on her husband’s cock jerking inside his ex.

Adam stays buried.

He pants against Lana’s throat. His cock keeps twitching, feeding the last of it into her. Lana is limp under him, wrecked, full.

“Pull out,” Mia says.

He does it slow. The head leaves her with a wet sound. A fat line of cum follows and spills from Lana’s used cunt onto the sheet. Her hole stays open a second, shiny, leaking him in a slow white drip.

Mia walks to the bed.

She looks first at Lana — thighs shaking, pussy swollen, Adam’s load already sliding out of her. Then she looks at Adam’s cock. It hangs heavy, wet, streaked with Lana and with what didn’t make it inside.

“Use her mouth,” Mia says. “Clean it.”

Adam lies down. His cock rests on his stomach, still thick, still filthy.

Mia grabs Lana by the hair and puts her where she wants her.

“Open.”

Lana opens. She is barely in her body. Mia pushes her down onto him anyway.

“Lick it. All of it. That’s his cum and your cunt on my husband’s cock. You don’t leave it like that. Swallow what you missed.”

Lana’s tongue drags up the shaft. She takes the head into her mouth and sucks, slow, sloppy, cleaning him because Mia’s fist does not give her another option.

“Good. That’s what you are tonight. The slut who took a married man’s cock, took his cum, and then cleaned him for his wife. Look at you. Still dripping on our sheets while you lick him.”

Lana moans around him. More of his load leaks out of her onto her heel.

Mia watches her face. The lights are gone from it. The hunger is still there, but under it is empty, used, done.

She pushes Lana off his cock.

Lana slumps onto her side, mouth wet, cunt still leaking, and does not get back up.

Mia climbs onto the bed on the other side of Adam. She fits against him like the night belongs to them again. His arm comes around her without asking. They look at the ceiling, then at each other, then at the woman passed out in their sheets with his cum still running out of her.

“She took it,” Adam says, voice rough.

“She took it,” Mia says. “And she knew I was watching.”

Lana’s breathing evens out. A last shiver goes through her and then she is gone, wrecked and asleep between their marriage and the morning.