Alyson gives in

I leaned back on the couch, still feeling the ghost of Lance’s fingers digging into my hips as I replayed the night in my head. “He didn’t ask,” I said, voice teasing, eyes locked on my husband’s face. “Just grabbed my hair and shoved his cock down my throat like he owned it.” My fingers trailed to my own throat, remembering the stretch, the way my gag reflex barely got a chance to kick in before he was fucking deeper. “You should’ve seen him,” I continued, shifting my thighs just to feel the sticky mess Lance left between them. “Pounded me raw, made me arch off the bed every time his balls slapped against me.” I could still smell him—musky, primal—and my cunt clenched just thinking about how he’d growled when he came, filling me up like I was his fucktoy and nothing else. I licked my lips. “Couldn’t even swallow fast enough.”

Alyson watched Jacob’s face darken as she spoke, his jaw tightening with every filthy detail. She spread her legs wider, letting him see the glossy mess between her thighs—Lance’s cum glistening on her swollen lips, some still dripping down her skin. "Taste it," she murmured, arching her back as Jacob’s fingers hooked under her thighs. His breath hitched before his tongue dragged through her, slow and deliberate, lapping up every trace of another man’s claim. She gasped, the rough heat of his mouth sending sparks up her spine. "That’s him—all of it. Fuck, you can *smell* how hard he used me." Jacob groaned against her, his grip bruising as he buried his face deeper, tongue plunging inside to chase the remnants. Alyson moaned, riding his mouth shamelessly, grinding down to smear more of Lance’s spend across his lips. "Suck it out of me," she demanded, fingers twisting in his hair. "Every drop." His growl vibrated through her, wild and possessive, even as he obeyed.

Have her tease my uncircumcised cock with her feet while I eat her and she tells me how he took her pussy and mouth, how he made her toes curl

Alyson smirked as she lifted one foot, pressing the sole against Jacob’s straining cock through his pants. She dragged her toes along the thick length, feeling him twitch beneath the fabric. “Lance didn’t have to beg,” she purred, flexing her arch to tease the sensitive head. “Just yanked my legs apart and *ruined* me.” Jacob shuddered, his tongue still working her cunt greedily, but his hips jerked into the teasing pressure of her foot. She curled her toes, deliberately rubbing the ridge of his foreskin through the damp material. “He made my toes *curl* when he came,” she gasped, rocking against his mouth. “Pounded so deep I felt it in my *bones*.” With a sudden shift, she hooked her other foot under his waistband, tugging just enough to expose the flushed tip of his cock. Her heel grazed his slit, smearing precum as she moaned. “You gonna lick me clean while you leak for him?”

Jacob groaned against Alyson’s wet heat, his cock throbbing under the cruel, slow grind of her foot. His tongue lashed her clit in frantic circles, but she just pressed down harder, smearing his precum across his shaft with her heel. “Uh-uh,” she chided, pinning his hips with her arch. “You don’t get to come until you *ask* properly.” She dragged her toes back up to his tip, applying just enough pressure to make him whimper. “Tell me—*beg* me—to thank him for wrecking this pussy.” Jacob’s breath hitched. She could feel his pulse hammering where her foot trapped his cock. “Please,” he choked out, hips bucking uselessly. “Please, Alyson, let me thank him—fuck—let me *worship* him for filling you—” Alyson moaned, finally easing her foot away. “Good boy,” she purred, spreading her thighs wider. “Now show me how *grateful* you are.” Jacob didn’t hesitate. He buried his face between her legs, licking up every slick streak Lance had left behind, his own cock dripping untouched between his legs. She tangled her fingers in his hair, grinding against his tongue with a filthy sigh. “Mmm, that’s it… thank him *properly*.”

Have her call Lance and make Jacob thank him as he cleans his cum from her cunt. Have him beg Lance to make Alyson allow him to cum

Alyson arched with a gasp as Jacob’s tongue worked deeper, lapping up every last trace of Lance’s claim. With a lazy smirk, she fished her phone from the nightstand, one hand still fisted in Jacob’s hair. The line rang twice before Lance’s low chuckle filled the room. “Miss me already?” Her hips rolled, smearing Jacob’s chin with fresh wetness. “Say hello,” she ordered, shoving the phone against Jacob’s ear. His breath hitched, tongue still deep inside her. “Th-thank you,” he stammered, voice wrecked. “Thank you for fucking her, for *filling* her—” Alyson tightened her grip, forcing his face harder against her. “*Please*,” Jacob begged, “tell her to let me come. I need it—*fuck*—need to spill for you both.” Lance’s dark laugh sent a shiver down Alyson’s spine. “Only if she’s satisfied.” She dragged Jacob back by his hair, his lips glistening. “Clean me *first*,” she purred. “Then maybe… if you beg *prettier*.” Jacob dove in with a desperate groan, tongue frantically tracing every fold, his untouched cock twitching, dripping onto the sheets.