Get stripped by her husband

“Strip your wife.”

Mark looks at Mia.

“That was not a question. Take off her clothes. All of them. Slow enough that I can watch you undress the woman you can’t fuck.”

He stands only long enough to reach her. Danielle lifts her arms when he pulls the dress up. No performance left in it. He unhooks her bra. Her tits spill into the room. He hooks her underwear and draws them down her legs. She steps out. Ring still on. Shoes off. Naked in someone else’s living room while her husband holds her clothes like evidence.

Mia points at the floor in front of the couch.

“Kneel again. There. Face her.”

Mark kneels.

Mia puts Danielle where she wants her: bent at the waist, ass toward Adam, face toward her husband. Danielle’s hands land on Mark’s shoulders for balance. Her tits hang. Her mouth is still shiny from Adam’s cum.

“Hold her up,” Mia tells Mark. “That’s all you are. Furniture with a pulse. Don’t kiss her. Don’t touch her tits. Don’t put a finger between her legs. You look at her face while my husband opens her.”

Adam is behind Danielle already, cock out, still wet from her mouth. He drags the thick head through her cunt. She is soaked. The contact makes her jerk and her nails dig into Mark’s shoulders.

Mia stands to the side so she can see both views: Danielle’s face and the stretch about to happen.

“Put it in. Don’t be sweet.”

Adam pushes in.

Danielle’s mouth falls open against the air over Mark’s head. The head forces her. The shaft keeps coming. She is wet and it is still a fight. Adam bottoms out in one heavy shove and stays there, hips flush to her ass, cock buried to the root.

“Fuck—”

Mia’s voice is calm and filthy.

“That’s it. That’s a real cock in your wife, Mark. Look at her face. That’s the face she does not make for you. That’s the stretch you can’t give her. He’s in to the hilt. Her cunt is full. She stroked him under a tablecloth and now she’s taking him in front of you.”

Adam pulls almost out and slams back in. The slap is wet and ugly. Danielle’s body jolts. Her hands clutch Mark’s shoulders. Her tits swing toward his mouth and he is not allowed to have them.

“Fuck her,” Mia says. “Rough. She hasn’t been fucked in a week. Catch her up. I want her dripping on his knees.”

Adam takes her like the cafe talk promised. Deep, hard strokes that shove her toward Mark’s face and drag her back onto his cock. Danielle makes a broken sound every time he bottoms out. Her wetness runs down the inside of her thighs.

Mia does not let the room go quiet.

“Listen to that cunt. That’s your wife getting used. That’s the sloppy sound of a woman who sat in a coffee shop and asked for a man. She has him. He’s pounding her. Look at her mouth, Mark. Look at her eyes. She can still taste his cum and now she has his cock stretching her open. Tell him what you feel, Danielle.”

Danielle tries. It comes out punched.

“He’s—fuck—he’s so thick. He’s in so deep. I can feel him in my stomach. Mark. He’s fucking me. He’s actually fucking me.”

“Dirtier,” Mia says.

“Your wife’s pussy is full of another man’s cock. He’s hitting a spot you don’t hit. I’m soaked. I’m dripping on you. I needed this. I needed to get bent over and taken while you knelt there and watched.”

Adam grabs her hips and speeds up. The wet clap fills the living room. Danielle’s arms shake on Mark’s shoulders. Her forehead almost bumps his.

Mia leans closer to Mark.

“This is your place. On your knees. Holding her up so a better man can wreck her. You don’t get to stand. You don’t get your cock out. You don’t get to pretend this is romantic. Your job is to watch her face change every time he slams into her. That’s the hierarchy. Adam in her. Me talking. Danielle getting fucked. You underneath it.”

Danielle cums without warning, a raw cry, cunt clamping down on Adam so hard he swears. Her nails bite Mark’s shoulders. Her legs almost go. Adam fucks her through it, using the extra wetness, not slowing because she finished.

“Look at that,” Mia says. “She came on my husband’s cock in front of you. Remember that sound. That’s the sound you couldn’t pull out of her for a week. That’s the sound a thick cock pulls out of a unsatisfied wife. She’s still getting fucked. She doesn’t get a pause because she shook. Toys don’t get pauses.”

Adam hauls her back onto him and keeps going. Danielle is sloppy now, dripping onto Mark’s thighs, mouth open, eyes wet. She looks at her husband like she is sorry and like she is not sorry at all.

Mia talks over the slap of skin.

“Look at how she holds you. Not for love. For balance. You’re a post. She’s bent in my living room with her ass up so Adam can use her cunt. That’s a married hole getting ruined. That’s your ring on a woman stuffed full of someone else. I want you to see the spit on her chin from his cum and the drool she’s adding now. I want you to understand she begged me for this. She stroked him under a table. She crawled. She swallowed. Now she’s getting the fucking she asked for.”

Danielle sobs out another plea that is not for it to stop.

“Please—don’t stop—Mark, he’s so deep—Mia, please let him keep—”

“He keeps until I say,” Mia answers. “You don’t run him. I do. Adam. Harder. I want her stupid.”

He gives it to her harder. Danielle’s voice breaks into noise. Her tits jerk. Her cunt makes a filthy wet suck every time he pulls back. Mark is shaking under her hands. A wet spot darkens his pants and he does not ask to do anything about it.

Mia notices anyway.

“You’re leaking in your clothes like a boy. You don’t get to take it out. You watch your wife get pounded and you sit in your own mess. That’s what a cuck does in my house. He stays dressed. He stays kneeling. He listens to his wife’s pussy get wrecked.”

Danielle cums again, longer, uglier, almost laughing into it, forehead against Mark’s. Adam does not follow her over. He keeps using her, hips slamming, cock shining with her, balls slapping her clit.

Mia walks around them once, slow, inspecting.

“Her cunt is clinging to him. Every stroke she tries to keep him. That’s how badly she needed a man. You can see it, Mark. You can smell it. That’s your wife’s wetness all over my husband’s cock. When he pulls out you’re going to see how open she is. Not yet. I want her softer first. I want her used.”

Danielle’s arms are failing. She hangs on Mark’s shoulders and takes it. Her mouth finds the air next to his ear and she tells him things without being asked.

“He’s bigger. He’s rougher. I’m going to feel this tomorrow. I wanted him the second I had him in my hand. I’m sorry. I’m not sorry. Fuck. I’m not sorry.”

Mia’s smile is thin.

“Don’t apologize to him like he can fix it. He can’t. He is going to take you home in the morning still leaking. Look at her face.”

Adam’s rhythm stutters like he is close. Mia sees it.

She lets him have three more brutal strokes. Danielle cries out, sloppy, gone.

Then Mia lifts two fingers.

“Pull out.”

Adam swears and drags his cock free. Danielle’s cunt stays open for a second, gaping, dripping onto the floor between Mark’s knees. She slumps into her husband’s shoulders, shaking, unable to stand on her own.

Mia looks at the wet shine on Adam’s cock, then at Danielle’s wrecked face, then at Mark still kneeling in it.

“That’s enough for the moment,” she says. “I have a job for you now.”