Remy

Adam looks at his wife for a long second.

“Remy.”

Mia’s eyes widen. “Remy.”

“Your colleague. The one who talks to you like you’re in her way. The one who smiles in meetings and cuts you after. I want to fuck her.”

Mia’s hand is already on him. She doesn’t take it off. She strokes him slowly, feeling him thicken in her fist while the name sits between them.

“She has been a little bitch to you since you started there,” Adam says. “I want to pound that out of her. Not as a speech. With my cock. I want her in our bed knowing the woman she treats like dirt is the reason she’s getting fucked.”

Mia’s grip tightens. “Tell me.”

He does.

“I want her brought here knowing exactly what it is. No office small talk. No pretending this is a date. I want her standing in our living room looking at you first. I want you to tell her the hierarchy before I touch her. She is below you. She does not get to be your equal because she is pretty or loud at work. She is a cunt I am going to use because she was a bitch to my wife.”

Mia strokes him from base to head, smearing the wetness at the slit over her palm.

“I want her clothes off while you watch. I want her naked and you still dressed. That matters. I want her to feel the difference. Then I want her on her knees in front of you, not me. She looks at you while I put my cock on her tongue. She doesn’t get to pretend this is about chemistry. She is sucking your husband’s cock because you allowed it, and because I want her mouth busy instead of cruel.”

Adam’s breath goes rough. Mia keeps the same slow pace.

“When I fuck her I am not going to be kind. I want her on her back first so she has to look at you over my shoulder. I want to shove in deep and stay there until she understands the size of what she mocked you next to. I want to hold her thighs open and pound her until that bitchy mouth is just noise. Every time she tries to get control of the room I want to fuck it out of her. Harder. Deeper. I want her to know her place is under you. Under this marriage. Under my cock in your house.”

Mia twists her wrist at the head. He groans.

“I want to talk to her while I do it. I want to tell her this is what she gets for the way she speaks to you. That her body is not a promotion. That she is a hole I am using to settle something she started with her mouth. I want you close enough to hold her legs, or her hair, or just sit there and look bored while I wreck her. I want her to see you get off on it. That puts her below you better than anything I can say.”

He is fully hard now, heavy in Mia’s hand, the head dark.

“Then I want her on her knees facing the mattress so you can watch her ass shake while I take her from behind. I want to grab her hips and use her like the correction she never got at work. If she cums, good. She can hate that she came on your husband’s cock. If she doesn’t, I don’t care. This is not for her pride. This is for you. I want her sloppy. I want her throat used. I want her to leave our apartment walking like she got put in her place and knowing you watched every second of it.”

Mia strokes him faster as he gets to the end.

“Last,” Adam says, voice fraying, “I want to pull out of her cunt and finish on her face while you stand over her. I want your colleague on her knees in our bedroom with my cum on her mouth, looking up at you. That’s the hierarchy. You above her. Me in the middle using her. Her under both of us, wearing it.”

His hips jerk. Mia aims him up.

Adam cums with a groan, thick ropes striping Mia’s cheeks, her lips, the bridge of her nose. She keeps stroking him through it until the last pulse smears across her mouth. She stays there, marked, looking up at him.

She swallows what hit her tongue.

“How do we go about it,” she asks.

Adam thumbs a line of cum off her cheek and looks at her like the plan is already built.

“I have a plan.”