Mark in the chair

“Chair,” Mia says.

Mark’s knees crack when he stands. He sits where Mia sat, at the foot of the bed, like the furniture has changed owners and he is only borrowing the view.

Mia fists Danielle’s hair and hauls her up onto the mattress.

“Over him. Face the chair. Face your husband. You look at Mark while you take my husband’s cock. You don’t get to hide in Adam’s neck.”

Danielle straddles Adam on shaking thighs, back to his chest, ass toward his hips, eyes on Mark. Adam is hard, cock standing up behind her, wet from her throat. Mia reaches between Danielle’s legs, wraps her fist around him, and aims the thick head up against Danielle’s cunt.

She holds it there. Not in. Just splitting her open enough to show the threat.

Mia talks while she does it.

“That’s the cock you swallowed. That’s the cock that already wrecked this pussy in my living room. Now you’re going to sit on it facing the man you married. Mark gets the front row. He gets your tits, your mouth, your eyes. I get to see you sink. He gets to see what sinking does to you.”

Danielle is dripping on the head. It slips, catches, slips. Mia keeps it lined up with two fingers and her fist.

“You’re soaked. You got your throat used by your own husband and you’re still leaking for this. That’s an unsatisfied wife. That’s a cunt that knows the difference.”

She looks at Danielle.

“Do you want to be fucked again?”

Danielle’s voice is wrecked. “Yes.”

“Then you don’t get it like a gift. You beg.”

Danielle nods, frantic.

“Both of you,” Mia says. “You want this cock in her, you ask for it.”

They start wrong.

Danielle looks at Adam over her shoulder, panting. “Please fuck me. Please put it in. I need your cock. Please—”

Mark leans forward in the chair, desperate. “Please fuck her. Please. She needs it. Please use my wife—”

Mia’s fist tightens on Danielle’s hair.

“No.”

The room stops.

“You do not beg him. He does what I tell him. You beg me. I am the one allowing this. I am the one lending you my husband’s cock. Danielle. You ask me to let him fuck you. Mark. You ask me to let my husband fuck your wife. That is the sentence. That is the only sentence.”

Danielle’s eyes shine. She looks at Mia, then at Mark, then at Mia again because that is where the permission lives.

“Please,” she says. “Mia. Please let Adam fuck me. Please let your husband’s cock in me. I need you to allow it. Please. I’ll take it however you want. Please let him fuck me.”

Mark’s hands grip the arms of the chair. He has to look at Mia to say it, past his naked wife hovering over another man.

“Please,” he says. “Please let Adam fuck Danielle. Please let your husband put his cock in my wife. I’m asking you. I want you to permit it. Please let him fuck her.”

Mia does not smile like she is kind.

“Again. Both. Dirtier. You know what this is.”

Danielle: “Please, Mia. Please let your husband stretch my cunt. Please let him bury that thick cock in me in front of Mark. I get fucked because you permit it. Please allow it. Please let Adam use me.”

Mark: “Please, Mia. Please let him ruin her. Please let him put that cock in the wife I can’t satisfy. I’m asking you to let another man fuck Danielle. Please. I’ll watch. I’ll stay in the chair. Just let him have her.”

Mia pushes.

Only the head.

The fat, wet head of Adam’s cock eases into Danielle’s cunt and stops there, stretching her around the ridge. Danielle’s mouth falls open. A thin, punched sound comes out of her. Mark sees it happen from the front: the shock on her face, the drop of her mouth, the way her stomach jumps.

Mia holds the shaft so Danielle cannot cheat and sit down.

“That’s all you get for begging once. The head. Feel it. That’s the part she stroked under a tablecloth. Now it’s in her and she still doesn’t have the rest.”

Danielle tries to sink. Mia’s hand on her hip stops her.

“You don’t take it. I give it.”

She lets go of Adam’s cock, stands up on the mattress enough to get over Danielle, and plants both hands on Danielle’s shoulders.

Then she shoves down.

Hard.

Danielle drops onto him in one brutal slide. The thick shaft punches into her to the root. Her cunt takes all of it because Mia made it take all of it. The sound is wet and wrecked. Danielle cries out, full, split, sitting on Adam’s cock with her husband’s face a few feet in front of her.

Adam groans under her. His hands catch her waist and do not lift her. He is buried. Danielle’s thighs shake around him. She is open on him, stuffed, staring at Mark with her mouth wet.

Mia keeps her weight on Danielle’s shoulders for a second so she cannot rise.

Then she turns her head to the chair.

She looks at Mark.

“Look at your wife,” she says. “That is every inch of my husband’s cock in her. She asked me. You asked me. I allowed it. Now you sit there and you look at how full she is, and you don’t you dare look away.”