He has something in mind

Lana and Mia both look at him.

Mia is still on his chest, his cock softening inside her, his cum already leaking around the seal. Lana is half off the bed, sweater in her hand, squirt drying on her thigh.

“What?” Lana says.

“You’re staying,” Adam says. “Not tonight. The next six months. You live here.”

Mia sits up straight.

His cock is still in her. The movement makes her take him again, a wet shift, and she plants a hand on his chest so she can see his face.

“What do you mean she will live here?”

Lana has the same look. Shock, then the beginning of something else.

Adam does not dress it up.

“You’re gone tomorrow,” he says to Mia. “Six months. I can fuck the girls. I can do the nights. I cannot run this place, the glasses, the drop-offs, the mornings, and a wife in another country by myself. Lana agreed to be the wife. So she lives in the house. When I decide to fuck someone, she is already here. Glasses on. Chair ready. No texting her to come across the city. No hope she answers. She is always available.”

Mia’s mouth opens. She does not get a sentence out before Lana does.

“Yes.”

It is instant. Lana hears herself and does not take it back.

“I live alone,” she says. “The lease is month to month. Work is closer from here than from mine. I can move tomorrow. I’ll be here when the girl comes. You won’t miss anything because I won’t be late.”

She looks at Mia, and the dirty edge comes in because she knows whose permission still matters.

“I’ll film his cock going into them,” Lana says. “Up close. The stretch. The sound. I’ll keep the glasses on when he fills them. You’ll see it from my eyes in whatever hotel they put you in. I’m not taking your marriage. I’m taking the chair. I want the chair. I want to live where he fucks them.”

Mia feels it before she answers.

Adam’s cock thickens inside her. The speech, the yes, the picture of Lana in their kitchen for half a year. He swells against her cunt, still full of his last load, and Mia’s breath catches.

She looks down at where they are joined. Then at Lana. Then at him.

“Six months,” she says. “She lives here. She wears the glasses. She does not replace me. When I come back, she goes.”

“When you come back, she goes,” Adam says.

Lana nods, fast. “When you come back, I go.”

Mia rolls her hips once, feeling him harden, and the hesitation finishes there.

“Fine,” she says. “You move in.”

Adam looks at Lana.

“Go pack. Tomorrow. Be here before the girl. The bedroom is ours tonight. You get a key in the morning.”

Lana stands. She is smiling in a way she tries to flatten and cannot. She pulls her sweater on, her jeans, no underwear, the squirt still on her skin.

“Thank you,” she says. To both of them. “I’ll be here. I’ll film all of it.”

She looks at Mia one more time.

“I’ll make it a good view.”

Mia’s mouth curves, not entirely kind. “You better.”

Lana leaves the bedroom. They hear her in the hall.

From the other side of the door, Lana hears it start. The bed. Mia’s voice breaking. The wet sound of him fucking up into his wife. Then the groan, unmistakable, Adam filling her one more time before the morning takes her away.

Lana stands on the step, smiling, and goes home to pack.