The same night

“Tonight,” Mia says.

Lana stares at her. “I’m sorry. What?”

“Tonight.”

“You just asked me this. At a cafe. In daylight.” Lana lets out a sharp, incredulous breath. “I said once. I didn’t say I was coming over in a few hours to get fucked in front of you.”

“If we wait a week, one of us will talk ourselves out of it.”

“That’s not a reason. That’s a dare.”

Adam doesn’t jump in. He watches Lana over the rim of his cup and lets the shock sit.

Lana looks at him, then back at Mia. “You’re serious. Same night.”

“Yes.”

“Jesus.” Lana sits back hard enough that the chair taps the table. “I need a second.”

She gets it. Nobody fills it.

When she speaks again, her voice is lower. “Fine. Tell me the plan. All of it. Don’t skip the part that makes me want to walk out.”

Mia wraps both hands around her cup.

Dinner first. The three of them. Public. Ordinary enough that Lana can still leave after dessert if she has to. Then back to Adam and Mia’s apartment. Lana stays the night. In the morning, she goes home.

“And between dinner and morning,” Lana says.

Mia doesn’t blink.

“He strips you. I watch. I want his hands on you first — mouth, tits, between your legs — until you’re wet enough that there’s no pretending this is theoretical. Then I want to see his cock. I want to see how hard he is from having you in our apartment with me in the room. I want him to put the head against you and push in slow enough that I can see you take it inch by inch.”

Lana’s face goes hot. She doesn’t look away.

Mia keeps going.

“I want him to spread you open with his thumbs so I can see your cunt stretch around him. I want to hear it. That wet sound when he bottoms out. I want him to fuck you deep, the way he fucks me, hips slapping, holding you where he wants you. On your back so I can see your face. On your knees so I can see his cock disappearing into you. I want him to talk to you while he does it. I want to watch you try not to like it and fail.”

Adam’s jaw tightens. He is still silent. Listening.

“I want him to make you cum on his cock,” Mia says. “And I want to be close enough to see it happen. Then I want him to bury himself and cum in you. I want to watch his cock kick. I want to see him stay inside while he fills you. And when he pulls out, I want to see his load leak out of your pussy. That’s what I want to watch. Then you sleep there, and in the morning you leave, and I get him back.”

Lana lets out a disbelieving laugh that dies in her throat.

“You thought about every second of that.”

“I thought about it the moment I said your name.”

Lana rubs her fingers across her mouth. “Tonight.”

“Tonight.”

“I walked in here to meet his wife.”

“And now his wife is telling you how she wants to watch him use you.”

Lana looks at Adam. “And you’re just sitting there.”

“She named you,” he says. “She wants it tonight. I’m not going to talk her down. If you hate the plan, say no.”

Lana stares at the table. Her pulse is visible in her neck. A long minute passes.

“This is insane.”

“Yes,” Mia says.

“You’ll be in the room the whole time.”

“Yes. Close enough to see your cunt take him. Close enough to see him cum in you.”

Lana closes her eyes. When she opens them, the shock is still there. Under it, something else.

“Once. Tonight. Dinner. Your place. You watch him fuck me. He cums in me. I leave in the morning.” She swallows. “If I feel like a prop, I walk. I mean that.”

“Okay,” Mia says.

Lana looks between them, flushed, still half angry at herself for not standing up.

“Text me the restaurant.”

They split the bill. Outside, the afternoon looks ordinary. A bus sighs at the curb. People pass with shopping bags.

Lana pulls her coat on and doesn’t hug either of them.

“I can’t believe I just agreed to get fucked in your bed tonight.”

Then she turns down her own street.

Mia and Adam stand on the sidewalk a second longer. They don’t need to say it. The night is already moving.

They go home.