He loves it

Adam looks at the closed door for a second after Lana is gone, then at his wife.

“You’re a little devil for that plan.”

Mia laughs, low and pleased, and kisses him. Soft. No teeth. No audience.

“I know,” she says against his mouth.

The next days are ordinary on purpose.

They have sex that belongs only to them, in their bed, with no chair at the foot of it. Lana does not text. She does not call. The first of next month stays a date on a calendar and not a person with a name. By the fifth quiet evening Mia has stopped checking her phone every time it lights up.

On the sixth night they are on the couch again. A show neither of them is watching. Mia’s legs across his lap. She says it like she is commenting on the weather.

“It’s been almost a week.”

Adam glances at her.

“I keep thinking about you fucking someone else,” she says. “Not Lana. The next one. I’m itching for it. I want to see that cock go into a new girl and I want to sit there while you do it.”

He slides his hand up her thigh, under the shirt she stole from him, and finds her bare.

“Tell me what you want me to do to her.”

Mia’s breath catches when two of his fingers part her. She is already wet. He pushes in slow and stays there.

“Start talking,” he says.

She does.

“I want her brought to the door knowing. No dinner. No warming up over wine. Lana drops her off and leaves. I want to look at her in our hallway and decide where you’re going to put her first. If I like her mouth, you use that first. If I like her ass in those jeans, you bend her over the back of this couch and take her before she even sees the bedroom.”

Adam curls his fingers. Mia’s hips twitch.

“I want you to strip her like she is a thing we paid for. Not cruel for no reason. Just sure. Clothes off. Legs open. I want to see her cunt before you touch it. I want to see if she’s already wet from the walk up the stairs, from knowing my husband is about to fuck her in front of me.”

He adds a third finger. She is soaked around him now.

“Then I want your cock out. I want her to see it. I want her to understand the size of what she agreed to. You put the head against her and you don’t rush the first stroke unless I tell you to. I want to watch her take it. Inch by inch. I want to see her face change when she realizes you’re thicker than she thought. I want her to look at me while that happens.”

Adam fucks her slowly with his hand. His palm grinds her clit.

“If she tries to be polite, I want you to ruin that. Fuck her deep. Hold her open. I want the wet sound of it in this apartment. I want to sit close enough to see her lips stretch around you. Close enough to see your shaft come out shiny with her and go back in to the root.”

Mia’s head drops against the cushion. She keeps talking anyway.

“I want her on her knees after that. Mouth on you while you’re still wet from her cunt. I want to hold her hair if she needs it. I want you to fuck her throat until she drools on your balls. If she gags, good. If she looks at me for mercy, I want you to go deeper. She is here to be used. I am here to watch you use her.”

His fingers move faster. Mia’s thighs start to shake.

“Then the bed. All of it. On her back so I can see her tits bounce when you slam into her. On her knees so I can spread her ass and watch your cock piston in and out of that new cunt. In your lap facing me so I can see her stomach jump every time you bottom out. I want her to cum on you more than once. I want her sloppy. I want her shaking. I want her to forget the speech she practiced on the way over.”

Adam’s voice is rough. “Where do I finish.”

“In her,” Mia says immediately. “I want to watch you bury yourself and cum in a cunt that isn’t mine. I want to see you stay there while you fill her. I want to see it leak out when you pull out. Then I want her mouth on you again, cleaning it, while I sit there and remind her who you go back to.”

He crooks his fingers hard against that spot inside her. Mia’s words start breaking apart and she forces them through anyway.

“I want to finger myself the whole time. I want to cum watching you wreck her. I want her to hear me cum. I want her to know your wife is getting off on the sight of her getting fucked. And when you’re done I want you in me the same night. After. So I can feel how used you already are and take you anyway.”

Adam works her without pity now. Wet, filthy sounds. Mia’s back arches.

“That’s what I want,” she gasps. “A new girl on her back in our bed, your cock in her, your cum in her, and me watching every second of it—”

She cums on his fingers, hard, clenching, a broken sound against his neck. He keeps her there until it passes, then pulls his hand free.

He doesn’t give her time to come down.

He stands, shoves his sweats down, and takes her hair. Mia opens because she knows that look. He pushes his cock into her mouth and uses her throat.

It is not worship. It is the thing he likes most. Deep, wet strokes. Mia gags and takes it. Spit runs down her chin onto her chest. He fucks her face the way she just described him fucking someone else, and she lets him, hands on his thighs, eyes up.

He lasts until her eyes water. Then he shoves to the root and cums.

The load hits her throat in thick pulses. Mia swallows. She keeps swallowing until he is done, until the last twitch smears across her tongue. When he pulls out, she licks the head clean and sits back on her heels, mouth wet, breathing hard.

She looks up at him.

“So,” she says. “Who should be next?”