He almost does

Mark’s fist is a blur. He is close again, breath chopped, eyes on the cum leaking out of his wife.

Danielle’s hand leaves the rug and finds him.

Not his wrist this time. His balls.

She closes her fingers and squeezes.

Mark squeals. The sound is high and ugly. His whole body jackknifes in the chair. His hand flies off his cock like it burned him.

“Dani—”

“I need more fun,” she says, still on the floor, still dripping Adam onto Mia’s rug. Her grip eases just enough that he can breathe, not enough that he can go back to stroking. “You don’t get to finish in a chair while I’m empty. I’m not done. I want him again.”

She tries to get up.

Her legs are trash. She makes it to an elbow, then a knee, ass still shining, cunt still open. Mia’s palm lands between her shoulder blades and puts her back on the floor like a spilled drink.

“Down.”

Danielle hits the rug with a grunt.

“You don’t stand because you want something,” Mia says. “You beg for it. Face the floor or face him. I don’t care. Ask.”

Danielle turns her cheek on the rug, looks at Adam on the bed, then at Mia’s feet.

“Please. Please I want more. I want his cock back in me. I want to get fucked again. I’m leaking and I’m still empty. Please let him use me. Please don’t let this be the end of it. I need to be filled. I need him to take me again. I’ll do it how you want. I’ll say what you want. Just let me have him.”

Mia’s mouth curves.

“Keep going. You squeezed your husband’s balls so you could ask for another man’s cock. Own that.”

Danielle’s voice goes hoarse.

“I hurt him so he couldn’t cum. I wanted the night to stay mine. Please, Mia. Please let Adam fuck me. I’m a mess on your floor and I still want him. I want it hard. I want it deep. I want Mark to see me get taken again before he gets anything. Please.”

Mia looks at Mark. He is red-eyed, hunched, cock wet and untouched, balls still aching in the air.

“What’s your favourite position, Mark?”

The question knocks him sideways. “What?”

“Your favourite way to fuck your wife. When you could. When you thought you were doing it right.”

Mark swallows. “Missionary.”

Mia’s laugh is quiet.

“Of course it is. Face to face. Sweet. The one that makes you feel like a husband. Pick her up. Put her on the bed. Flat on her back. Spread her legs. You can do that much. Nothing else. No kissing. No fingers. You place her.”

He gets down and gathers Danielle off the floor. She is slippery with sweat and cum. She lets him lift her because Mia is watching. He lays her on the bed the way he has laid her at home, except nothing about this is home. Flat. On her back. Her hair sticks to her mouth. Adam’s load is still leaking out of her onto someone else’s sheet.

“Legs,” Mia says.

Mark takes her ankles and opens her. Wide. Her used cunt shines in the lamplight, swollen, dripping, aimed at the ceiling and at Adam.

Mia nods once.

“Hold her like that. Present your wife. That’s the closest you get to missionary.”

Danielle’s chest is heaving. She looks at Adam, then at Mia, then at Adam’s cock, already thickening again the way Mia promised.

“Beg him,” Mia says. “Not me this time. Him. You want it hard, you ask the cock that’s going to do it. Mark keeps you open. You do the asking.”

Danielle stares at Adam while her husband holds her spread.

“Please fuck me,” she says. “Please fuck me hard. I want you to put it in and not be careful. I want you to slam into me. I want you to use missionary like it isn’t sweet. I want you to hold me down and pound me until I can’t talk. Please, Adam. Please put that thick cock back in my cunt and fuck me like my husband is only here to hold my legs.”

Mia does nothing this time. She just watches.

“Dirtier. He already came in you. Ask for the next one like you mean it.”

Danielle’s voice breaks and gets filthier.

“Please fuck your cum back into me. Please stretch me again. I’m still open from you. I can feel air in me. I hate it. Fill it. Fuck me hard in front of him. Make him hold me while you take the position he likes and ruin it. Please. Hard. Deep. Don’t stop because I shake. Don’t stop because he looks sad. Please just fuck me.”

Mark’s hands are shaking on her ankles. He does not close her legs.

Adam steps between them, cock hard again, the head wet, lined up with the mess he already left in her.

Mia’s eyes flick from Danielle’s open cunt to Mark’s face.

“You heard your wife,” she says. “She wants it hard.”