Adam's ex-girlfriend Lana

Mia doesn’t hesitate.

“Lana.”

Adam’s mouth goes still. His cock, still wet from her throat, gives a slow twitch against his thigh.

“My Lana.”

“Your ex,” Mia says. “Yes.”

He sits on the edge of the bed. She stays on her knees between his legs, chin shiny, throat raw, his cum still leaking out of her cunt onto her heels. For a few seconds neither of them speaks. The room still smells like sex. His cock is right in front of her face, heavy, used, and she keeps her hands on his thighs instead of reaching for it.

“Why her,” he says. “Out of everyone.”

Mia looks at it while she answers. That is the point of all of this. Not romance. Not closure. His cock, and who gets put on it.

“Because she already knows what it feels like. Because she had you before I did and she still walks around like that means she left a mark. I want her to see the mark is mine.” She swallows. Her voice stays even. “I don’t want a stranger who doesn’t understand what she’s taking. I want Lana in our bed knowing exactly whose husband is inside her.”

Adam’s jaw works. “You want to humiliate her.”

“I want a hierarchy,” Mia says. “That’s different.”

He waits.

She sits back on her heels. His load slides another inch down her thigh. She does not wipe it.

“You are above me. That’s the part I asked for. I handed you permission. I got on my knees and told my husband to fuck other women in front of me. That is me submitting. That is me putting your cock first and my pride second.” Her fingers tighten on his legs. “Lana is below both of us. She does not get to be an equal. She does not get a reunion. She gets used once because I told you to use her. Then she leaves, and I still have you.”

Adam watches her face.

“Say the rest.”

Mia nods, like she expected that.

“I want her to know she is not special. I want her to feel your cock and understand she is feeling it because your wife wanted a show. Not because you missed her. Not because she was better. Because I decided the first girl you fuck in front of me should be the one who used to think she owned this.” She glances at his cock again. “I get it every day. Morning. Night. Whenever I open my mouth. She gets it once, in front of me, and she goes home knowing I was sitting there the whole time.”

“You want her to look at you while I fuck her.”

“Yes.”

“You want her to hear that you’re my wife.”

“I want it said out loud. I want you to tell her, while you’re in her, that you’re fucking her because I asked. I want her to know the only reason that thick cock is stretching her open is because the woman who sleeps next to it told you to put it in her.”

Adam lets out a breath. Not a no.

“And you,” he says. “Where are you in that room.”

“In a chair. On the bed. On the floor. I don’t care, as long as I can see it go in. As long as I can see her take what I take. As long as she sees me watching and understands I am not competing with her. I already won. She is the toy. You are the one using both of us. I just get to keep you when she’s gone.”

He is quiet for a long time. His cock thickens in the space between them, filling again while she talks about lending it out.

“You’re asking me to fuck my ex so you can feel above her and under me at the same time.”

“Yes.”

“That’s the fetish.”

“That’s the fetish,” Mia says. “I submit to you by giving you Lana. I stay superior to Lana by making sure she knows she is only there because I allowed it. She gets your cock for a night. I get your cock for a life. I want her to feel that difference while you’re still inside her.”

Adam huffs a short, ugly laugh.

“Lana used to take it like she was trying to win.”

Mia’s pulse jumps. “Tell me.”

He leans back on his hands. His cock thickens further as he talks, the head darkening, a bead of leftover cum welling at the slit.

“Last year. Her apartment. She came in from work still in that tight black skirt and I didn’t let her take it off. Bent her over the kitchen counter, yanked the skirt up, pulled her panties to the side. She was already wet. I shoved in to the base on the first stroke and she cursed and pushed back anyway. I fucked her like that until the counter edge was printing her hips. Then I put her on her back on the table, knees at her ears, and used her cunt until she squirted on my stomach. She wouldn’t let me pull out. Dug her nails in my ass and told me to fill her. I did. Pumped her so full it ran down onto the wood. Then I made her get on her knees and clean my cock with her mouth while it was still dripping her and my cum.” He glances at Mia. “She swallowed. Looked up at me like she’d won something.”

Mia is breathing through her mouth. Her own mess is cooling on her thighs. The picture is sharp: Lana split open on a kitchen table, Adam’s thick cock punching into her, that same load Mia just swallowed going into someone else.

“I want that,” Mia says. “I want to watch you do that to her again. I want her to look over and see me sitting there. I want her to know the only reason your cock is in her is because your wife told you to put it there.”

Adam reaches out and thumbs the corner of her mouth, smearing what is left of his cum across her lip.

“She’ll know,” he says. “I’ll make sure she knows. She gets fucked. You get to watch. Then she leaves, and you get me.”

Mia nods. Her cunt clenches around nothing.

Adam looks at his phone on the nightstand, then back at his wife, on her knees, freshly used, asking him to ruin his ex in front of her.

“How do you want us to do it?”