Mia rides Adam

Mia climbs onto Adam before the sheets have cooled.

She takes his cock in her hand, still wet from Danielle, and sinks onto it in one slow drop. The stretch is hers. Familiar. Married. She stays seated to the root and starts to ride, hips rolling, the wet sound of her cunt on him filling the bedroom Danielle just left.

Adam’s hands lock on her ass. “You liked it more than you thought.”

“I liked him holding her open,” Mia says, bouncing, voice already rough. “I liked his favourite position used against him. Missionary. Face to face. Except it was your cock and his hands on her ankles. She came looking at him. She came looking at me. She came with my fist in her hair.”

She slams down. Adam groans.

“I liked the cafe,” he says. “Her hand under the table. The look on her face when she felt the size. I liked you talking to him while she sucked me. No hands. Just her mouth. I liked you making him feed her throat.”

Mia rides harder.

“I liked when she didn’t feel him,” she says. “That was the best part. He finally got inside his own wife and she had to ask if he’d started. I laughed. I wanted to laugh harder. She passed out full of you. He carried her downstairs like luggage. I took her panties. They’re on the nightstand.”

Adam thrusts up into her. “You’re a devil.”

“I know.” She grinds, clit dragging on him. “I liked owning the room. I liked slapping her when she tried to veto me. I liked pulling her off you so he could have a hand, and then watching her steal it back by grabbing his balls. She chose your cock over his orgasm. That’s the hierarchy working.”

She leans down, mouth at his ear, still moving.

“I made a deal with him while she was asleep.”

Adam’s grip tightens.

“Danielle is our slut now,” Mia says. “Only your cock. No other men. He’s a cuck and he still doesn’t get to lend her out. If anyone else fucks her, she never gets you again. When we want her, we tell him and he brings her the same night. If he doesn’t, the door closes forever. If she wants you, he has to come here himself and beg both of us. If we say no, she stays empty.”

Adam’s hips jerk. The words hit him the way the married-woman line hit him on the couch. He slams her down and cums.

Deep. Hard. A groan torn out of him as he floods his wife, pulsing, packing her the way he packed Danielle an hour ago. Mia feels every kick and follows him over, grinding, clenching, cumming on the cock she just lent out and took back. She stays seated until the last twitch, milking him, breathing against his mouth.

They lie down after.

She rolls off him slowly. His cum leaks onto her thigh and she does not wipe it. His arm comes around her. The apartment is quiet. The drawer and the nightstand hold two pairs of panties that do not belong to her.

Adam stares at the ceiling.

“No more sluts until the first,” he says. “Not Remy. Not Danielle. Not a new one we find because you’re bored on a Tuesday. We wait. Until then it’s you. Only you.”

Mia kisses his chest. Her cunt is still fluttering.

“Agreed,” she says. “Until the first. Only me.”