Dirtywife Faith was on her knees in front of her younger lover, Miss Anna, begging for permission to taste the freshly-filled diaper she had just used for their dirty fun. Anna wore a seductive pout on her lips as she held onto a corner of the soiled cloth, her expression both playful and triumphant.
"Say it, Faith," cooed Anna, her voice full of lust. "Ask me nicely to let you eat your own filth."
Tears filled Faith's eyes; she hated the degrading task she was about to perform, but she also knew that refusing Anna would only make things worse for her. So, she swallowed hard and said in a shaky voice, "Please, Miss Anna... can I please taste my own kaviar?"
Anna's grin widened as she let the diaper fall into Dirtywife's hands. "That's more like it," she purred, watching with dark satisfaction as Faith slowly brought the soiled fabric up to her nose and inhaled deeply.
As Dirtywife began to tongue-bathe the filthy fabric, moaning in both pleasure and shame, Miss Anna continued to tease her, running her fingers through Faith's hair and down her back. She could feel the warmth of Faith's body against her own, and the taste of the shit she'd just consumed on her lover's lips.
"That's it, Faith," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "You're such a good dirty wife, always doing as I ask."
As the three of them became lost in their filthy world of kink, Anna couldn't help but feel a cold dread creep up her spine. She knew that this kind of twisted pleasure could only take them so far before something snapped, and she was terrified of what might happen when that time came. But for now, she would bask in the shameless love of her cuckold husband and their shared darkness.
