Yes, quite early

The laptop lights up before Mia has even turned onto her side.

Adam grabs it off the nightstand. “They replied.”

They did. The couple agreed. They wanted to meet in public first. A cafe. If it feels real and not like a scam, they would go ahead. If it feels off, everyone walks.

Mia types back. Adam watches. The details stay short on purpose. Sunday. Afternoon. The place on 12th. Corner table. Mia and Adam will be there first.

The last message lands.

See you Sunday.

Mia closes the laptop. Danielle and Mark.

Adam is already hard against her hip. She notices and pulls him over her.

“Sunday,” she says. “Then I want you in her.”

He slips inside in one wet push. She is still messy from before. The stretch knocks a sound out of her. She locks her legs around him and keeps talking.

“I want you to fuck Danielle like you are teaching her husband a lesson he asked for. Not a date. Not gentle. I want her clothes off in our room with his ring still on her hand. I want you to put her on her back first so Mark has to see her face when that thick cock opens her.”

Adam starts moving. Long strokes. Deep. Mia’s mouth stays at his ear.

“I want the first push slow enough that he can watch every inch go in. I want him to see how wide she gets. I want her to make a sound she does not make at home. Then I want you to stop being slow. I want you to fuck her. Hips. Depth. That wet slap. I want her tits moving. I want her trying not to look at him and failing.”

He slams in harder. Mia gasps and does not stop.

“Then put her on her knees facing his chair. I want Mark to have her face and I want me to have the view of your cock disappearing into his wife. I will spread her if I have to. I want to hold her open so he can see what you are doing to her cunt. I want you to talk to her.”

Adam groans into her throat. Mia’s nails go down his back.

“Make her cum in front of him. More than once. I want her shaking on your cock while he sits there holding his dick. I want her apologizing to him while she cums and I want that apology to mean nothing because you are still fucking her through it.”

She pulls his hair so he looks at her.

“When I say so, you fill her. I want you buried. I want him to see your ass lock. I want him to know the exact second another man cums in his wife. When you pull out I want her left on her back with her knees open so he has to look at it. Your load running out of Danielle. That is what you can give her. That is what I want him to understand.”

Adam drives deep and stays there, grinding. Mia cums around him first, clenching, still talking in broken pieces, until he follows and empties into her, thick pulses, holding her down like Sunday is already in the room.

They stay joined, breathing.

On the nightstand the laptop is dark.

Sunday is set.