Unexpected

Mia watches them in the mirror until the first light.

“The night’s started,” she says. “He’s yours now.”

Lana’s head turns. “Mine.”

“Until morning. That’s what we said.”

Lana looks at Adam, then back at the mirror. “Does that mean we can start back here?”

Mia’s hands stay on the wheel. “I want you to start back here.”

The city slides past the windows. Adam doesn’t move until Mia tells him how.

“Kiss her.”

He does. Not a polite kiss. His hand finds Lana’s jaw and turns her into it. Lana makes a small sound against his mouth, surprised, then hungry. Mia watches the angle of their faces in the glass.

“Lana. Put your hand on his cock. Over the pants first. I want to see you feel how hard he already is.”

Lana’s hand drops between them. She finds him, thick under the fabric, and her breath catches.

“Good,” Mia says. “Undo him. Take it out. I want it in your fist.”

The zipper is loud in the quiet car. Lana wraps her fingers around him. Adam’s cock looks heavy even in the dark, the head already wet at the slit. Lana strokes him once, slow, and he exhales through his teeth.

“Don’t jerk him off,” Mia says. “Hold him. Feel the weight. That’s what you’re getting tonight.”

Lana swallows. She keeps her hand around him.

“Adam. Pull her dress up. I want her bare for you.”

He bunches the black fabric to Lana’s hips. She isn’t wearing panties. Mia sees that in the mirror and feels her own cunt clench.

“She’s wet,” Adam says.

“I know,” Mia answers. “Put two fingers in her. Slow. I want to hear it.”

Lana’s head drops back against the seat when he pushes in. The sound is filthy, wet, unmistakable. She grips his cock harder without meaning to.

“Fuck her with your fingers. Deep. Find the spot. I want her shaking before we even get home.”

Adam does it. Lana’s thighs fall open. She tries to stay quiet and fails. A broken little noise keeps slipping out of her every time his fingers curl.

“Look at me,” Mia says. “Not the ceiling. I want you to remember who’s letting you have him.”

Lana’s eyes find the mirror. They stay there, glassy, while Adam works her.

“Faster. Use your thumb on her clit. Don’t be kind.”

Lana’s hips jerk. Her fist tightens around Adam’s cock. She is close enough that her stomach starts to jump.

“She’s going to cum,” Adam says.

“No she isn’t.” Mia’s voice stays even. “Stop.”

He stops. Lana makes a wrecked sound and tries to push down on his hand anyway. He pulls his fingers out. They shine.

“Mia—”

“You don’t cum in this car. You get taken to the edge and you stay there. That’s the point.”

Lana is breathing hard, dress around her waist, Adam’s cock still in her hand, her cunt left open and dripping onto the seat.

“Put your mouth on him,” Mia says. “Not all the way. Just the head. I want you tasting him while you’re still denied.”

Lana bends. She takes the head between her lips. Adam’s hand fists in her hair, but he doesn’t shove. Mia watches the wet shine of Lana’s mouth on her husband’s cock and keeps driving.

“That’s enough. Sit up. Dress down. Hands off him.”

Lana obeys, shaking. Adam tucks himself away with difficulty. Nobody looks settled. The last few blocks feel longer than they are.

Mia parks, gets out, and opens both back doors. Adam steps onto the sidewalk first. Mia puts her hand on his shirt, pulls him in, and kisses him. Deep. Claiming. Then she lets him go.

Inside, Mia looks at Lana.

“He’s your problem for the night. You have full permission. Hands, mouth, cunt, ass, however you want each other. I am going to watch.”

Adam doesn’t wait for another speech. He picks Lana up. She makes a startled sound and locks her legs around him, dress riding up again. He carries her down the hall toward their bedroom.

Mia follows.

In the doorway she takes the chair she already placed at the foot of the bed, sits, crosses one knee over the other, and looks at them.

“Begin.”