My wife was too far gone to care. Or too far in the throes of enjoying her first big cock to muster the awareness or energy to prevent the voyeur from unloading all over her face. So, my selfish desires won out, and in doing so, the fat, old man got to become the first guy to ever cum over my wife’s pretty face.
While Gemma received a slow, deep fucking from Willie, the voyeur grunted and moved closer. I recorded him closely. Then Willie raised my wife’s legs on to his shoulders and nearly bent her in half.
Gemma screamed in pain at first, as Willie buried himself balls deep inside her cunt. She tapped his arms and I thought I might need to step in and save her, but then Willie pulled himself out and she sighed in pleasure.
Forgetting about the voyeur, I moved round to the back of Willie and recorded his cock slowly driving down into my wife. Gemma shook and let out a grunt that I questioned was even human. Transfixed on the size of the cock fucking my wife, I recorded a good ten or so deep thrusts.
Then, I heard the voyeur grunting. I quickly stood up and moved round the side to see him shaking off his cock. I came closer as he grabbed some of Gemma’s hair to wipe the cum from the end. I wasn’t angry with him or upset I’d missed it. I felt pretty neutral actually, until he got up and left.
I could now see the mess he’d made across the top of my wife’s head and all down the left side of her face. The voyeur didn’t even thank us for a good time. He quietly disappeared through the willow.
By now Willie was driving harder into Gemma. She was screaming uncontrollably and grunting like an animal on its way to the slaughterhouse. Wrong analogy? That’s what she sounded like.
Willie was fucking her hard. I heard her cum once but he continued relentlessly. My wife’s body was trembling, her pussy swollen and creaming white froth every time he pulled out. Then her cunt farted and squelched when he drove that thing back into.
“I can’t take much more of this,” my cum-faced-cover wife moaned.
“I’m nearly there!” Willie breathed, clearly not stopping until he got to empty his balls.
Then, I recorded my wife experiencing multiple orgasms. One after the other. Willie grunted and cursed how tight my wife was, before he buried his cock to the hilt and held himself deep.
My wife exhaled one long groan, which sounded like her soul was leaving her body in the most pleasurable way possible, and Willie started jerking his hips while keeping his cock all the way inside her.
I stepped up closer and directed the phone right on the action. Willie’s muscle pulsating and his balls squashed against my wife’s stretched cunt, as he pumped only god knows how much cum into her.
When it finally ended Willie gently lowered my wife’s legs to the ground. I put the phone away, regretfully not capturing the thick, creampie that splurged from her married cunt, before it flowed like cum-lava down the crack of her arse and onto the beach towel.
I stepped up hopeful to get a turn again, this time to add my load, but my wife put her arm up in protest. She apologised, telling me she really couldn’t take another cock.