She likes to watch

Mia smiles at him.

It is not a sweet smile.

“Your wife loves to watch you fuck other girls,” she says.

Adam smiles back. He looks at Lana.

Lana is still on the bed, still open, still dripping from the kiss and the sentence. She does not catch it. She spreads wider, two fingers back on her cunt, and begs.

“Please fuck me. Please. I’m your wife, you said it, I’m wet, I need your cock. Please put it in. I’ll take it.”

Adam looks at her the way he looked at her in the living room, when the plan was still closed.

“You’re my wife,” he says. “So you’re the one who watches.”

Lana’s mouth opens. The lust trips over itself.

“What—”

“Get up,” Adam says, before she can build the protest. “Chair. That’s your place tonight. You sit. You watch. You don’t get the cock. The wife watches her husband fuck another girl. You agreed to be the wife. Take the seat.”

Lana stares at Mia. Adam, already turning away from her naked body like the begging was a test she failed by wanting it.

She gets up and walks to the chair on shaking legs, cunt wet, kiss still on her mouth. The glasses are on the shelf. Tonight she does not need them. Tonight she is the audience.

Mia walks to Adam.

They meet in the middle of the room and the kiss is immediate. Hungry. His hands in her hair. Her mouth open under his. Not the kiss he gave Lana. Worse. Theirs. The last night before a plane, and he tears at his own shirt on her body like it offended him.

Buttons go. The shirt hits the floor. He shoves her underwear down and she steps out of them without breaking the kiss. His cock is already out, thick, hard, the head wet. Mia grabs it. He groans into her mouth.

Lana sits in the chair and watches her "husband" kiss another woman.

They devour each other.

He lifts Mia onto the bed. She pulls him down. His mouth is on her throat, her tits, the inside of her thigh, then back on her mouth. She is soaked. He drags the head of his cock through her and she curses.

“Look at your wife,” Mia says against his lips, loud enough for the chair. “Sitting there dripping. She begged you to fuck her and you put her in the chair. She wants her husband to fuck another girl and she has to sit through it. That’s what she agreed to.”

Adam pushes into Mia in one stroke.

She cries out. He bottoms out and stays there, grinding, then starts to fuck her properly. The bed knocks. Lana’s hands are fists on the arms of the chair.

“I fuck other girls in front of my wife,” Adam says, voice rough, hips slamming. “That’s what she loves. She sits there and watches me ruin them. Tonight she watches me ruin you.”

Mia locks her legs around him.

“Your wife is soaked,” she tells him, then looks past his shoulder at Lana. “Isn’t that right? Watch him fuck a girl who isn’t you. Watch that cock disappear. That’s the marriage you just accepted.”

Lana makes a sound and does not move.

Adam flips Mia, puts her on her knees, and takes her from behind. One hand in her hair. The other on her hip. He fucks her the way he fucks the women Mia picks, except this is his actual wife, and the wife in the chair is Lana.

“I’ll keep doing it,” he says. “Girls in front of her. Cunts she has to watch me fill. She doesn’t get a turn until the fifteenth, and only if she films it right. Tonight she learns what the chair costs.”

Mia pushes back onto him, filthy, pleased.

“She’s a slut wife,” Mia gasps. “She brought you women so she could earn your cock, and now she’s watching you give it to someone else. Look at her. She can’t close her legs. She agreed to be me. She agreed to sit there while you stretch another hole.”

He pulls her up against his chest and fucks up into her. Mia’s head drops back on his shoulder. Her eyes stay on Lana.

Then he puts Mia on top.

She sinks onto him, hands on his chest, and rides. Slow at first, then harder, the wet slap of her cunt on his cock filling the room. Adam’s hands are on her ass. They keep talking. They do not stop.

“Your wife loves this,” Mia says, bouncing. “She loves the view. She loves knowing she doesn’t get to interrupt. She loves that I’m the girl tonight and she’s the one in the chair with a wet cunt.”

“She’ll watch me do it again tomorrow,” Adam says. “New girl. Her eyes. Your screen. And she’ll sit there the way she’s sitting now, wanting it and not having it.”

Mia grinds down to the root and stays there, breathing hard, full of him.

She looks at the chair.

“Lana.”

Lana startles like her name is a hand.

“Come here,” Mia says. “I have a task for you.”