Aria from earlier

"What in heck? That's me!" Aria said, equal parts confused and horrified. Richard was speechless. He should have been horrified too, but he found watching his wife soap herself up on the TV to be profoundly erotic. It was like she was a pornstar. His dick rested in her hands, ignored but rock hard.

They watched as Aria cleaned herself in the shower. Caressing her breasts, ass and pussy. He might have been imagining it, but it seemed to Richard that she spent longer than usual cleaner her privates. After she finished washing, the broadcast cut out briefly. Only to be replaced by footage of her slurping on his big cock. She was as skillful fellatrix, and it was apparent from the footage. Richard had been there the first time, but he enjoyed it just as much on the reply. She tongued the head, bathing it in spit. Then she took it deep in her mouth, almost swallowing his entire length, substantial as it was.

"Richard, what the fuck is this? How are they filming us?!" Aria had rapidly moved past confused and was now terrified. Richard didn't respond though, he was too preoccupied watching him and his wife star in a porno. This was one of the hottest experiences of his life. "Richard?" Aria asked again.

"I don't know. But don't stop. Keep stroking." Richard's cock was aching and voice was drenched in lust. He was so close.

"What are you talking about? How can you be turned on by this? They are filming us fooling around. Your wife looks like a dirty slut on camera!"

That was it. The eroticism of the moment pushed Richard over the edge and he started cumming all over Aria. Painting her face with ropes of cum. He groaned loudly. Enjoying one of his more memorable orgasms.

"Did you really just cum watching me be a slut...?"

It was true. Richard had cum just watching her be a slut on film. Where did they go from here?