“Look into the camera, doll, so your husband can see your eyes as you feast on my husband’s cock.”

I watched the screen, seeing the man’s eyes widen at the sound of my wife’s voice and the close-up of his wife’s face, the flood of saliva that flowed from her mouth and swamped the bass of my cock as her throat protested at the way I held her down on me. Bold, lipsticked letters on Pippa’s forehead advertised, “HANDLE WITHOUT CARE.” The already smudged letters on her cheeks read, “INSERT COCK HERE” and “GREEDY FOR SPUNK,” with arrows pointing to her lips.

On my back with Pippa’s head between my hands, I lodged my slime-coated cock in her mouth, elated by the horrified enjoyment in her husband’s eyes “Are you all right, Pippa?” he asked, as if his wife was in a fit state to answer.

“Don’t worry,” my wife said. She was behind Pippa, out of view of the camera. “Pippa’s enjoying this. Her cunt’s dripping for joy.” It was too. The woman was on all fours over me, a steady drip, drip drip, dropping from her pussy onto my chin.

I yanked Pippa’s head off my cock, winding her hair round one hand to hold it in place while slapping my hard, spittle-coated cock against her cheek. “Loving it, aren’t you, doll? Why don’t you tell your husband how much you’re loving it?” Scooping up some of the mess from the root of my cock, I smeared it across her face. She stared straight into the camera with a surprisingly defiant look on her face. “Why don’t you ever treat me like this?” she asked.

“Because… Because…”

“Live and learn,” I told the man cheerfully, pulling his wife’s head up by the hair and shoving her right the way down on my cock. She spluttered instantly and I pulled her off, watching the close-up of her face as flecks of drool splashed onto my cock.

Above my face, my wife was twisting her hand, preparing for a third black, gloved finger to join the two already inside Pippa. “The slut’s so tight,” my wife said. “Tight and wet, just the way I like ‘em.” Drip, drip, drip went Pippa’s pussy on my face. Grabbing her head between both hands, I pulled Pippa’s face up against my cock, wiping it all over the slime-infested pole and my ball sack. There was moaning as my wife thrust her fingers deep inside Pippa’s cunt. The dripping increased in intensity. “Just look at the way you’re creaming my fucking fingers, you little slut. A few more minutes of having your face fucked and you’ll be begging to be allowed to cum, won’t you?”

I twisted Pippa’s head for the camera, making sure her husband got a good view of her increasingly messy countenance, the lipsticked letters on her cheeks now so smudged that they were barely legible. There was something so deeply masochistic about the way he looked at his wife that I couldn’t tell which one was the bigger submissive.

Above me, hidden from Pippa’s husband, my wife twisted her gloved fingers inside the woman. Bringing the other hand into play, she began to brush a finger sideways back and forth over her clit; the drip, drip, drip slowly becoming a trickle. In another situation I could have happily watched my wife stretch Pippa’s intoxicating cunt and edge her swollen clit all day, but this situation had a purpose all of its own. Holding the woman’s head by the hair and keeping a close watch on the man’s masochistic desire on the screen, I wiped my slimy cock over her face, loving the way his wife couldn’t help but gasp and moan, leaving the husband in no doubt as to her enjoyment.

My face wet with Pippa’s leakage, I began working my shaft firmly. Pippa’s mouth was wide open as she moaned and gasped loudly, but I contented myself wanking my cock up against her lips, letting her husband get a good view of the ecstasy that had possessed her face, the bliss emanating from her eyes. Above me my wife’s fingers moved, the finger on Pippa’s clit becoming more determined, the fingers in her pussy looking to wrench the final act from her.

I wanked a little harder, preparing myself, keeping myself close to the edge, enjoying the look in her husband’s eyes as his wife gasped and whined. I could tell she was close, but I was unprepared for the way she looked into the camera and moaned, “Ooooh! Ooooh! Oh, darling! I’m such a slut! I’m going to…”

Inadvertently she’d tipped me over the edge. In haste I rammed her face down on my cock, putting pressure on the back of her head as the first spurt flew from my cock. Her body tensed and shuddered as my wife rubbed her clit frantically, a rush of fluid pouring onto my face. She was coughing and spluttering and moaning all in one as my cock continued erupting in her mouth, a froth of semen and saliva oozing out.

As the climax subsided, my wife removed her fingers and gave Pippa’s arse a spank. I couldn’t help but keep my cock in her mouth a little longer, scooping up the mixture of spunk and saliva that had flowed out of her and wiping my hand over her face. My wife’s face was a picture of glee. Slapping Pippa’s buttock again, she said, “Look into the camera doll, and tell your husband how much you love being a filthy little knobgobbler.”

I popped my cock out of Pippa’s mouth as she turned her eyes to the camera, where her husband looked thoroughly ashamed of himself. “Oh darling, that has to be the best yet! I really am a filthy little knobgobbler, aren’t I?”