’ I whispered. He went over to the day pack and started rummaging through it. I couldn’t see what he was doing but then I heard a click and realiz...ed he was handcuffing my legs to the back of the chair. Then he came around and did the same to my hands. I was starting to get a little scared. I wasn’t sure if I wanted this to continue. But my little stud-master turned the tables on me. He started to walk out of the room. ‘Where are you going?’ I asked him. ‘I’m gonna watch some TV.’ ‘No, please!’. She and he were not fazed that I was sitting there in the midst of this display. After a short interlude he left us again and we sat in embarrised silence, until she asked me, matter of factly, ‘Would I fuck him?’ My response and look of increduality, resulted in her disposition positively wilting. Remembering my brazen youthful attitude regarding sex and all the encouragement I gave her, she concluded that I might enjoy entertaining her husband and provide him with release of his sexual. Her face was red. It was not a blush, it was anger. She slapped me really hard. She asked me to get out. I felt like somebody had just chopped of my balls. She did not say anything apart from that and i couldnt dare to either. When i got home i did not have any dinner and just went to sleep. I dreamt about the slap and all the moments preceeding it. I resolved to appologize to her the next day, if she did not already tell my mom.To my surprise and relief she said nothing about it. The whole day. Cock swelling, I forced myself deeper, her buttocks enticingly close to my groin; an inch or so and I’d be buried in her!“Unbelievable,” I sighed.“What?” she asked, glancing back at me.“I’ve never seen such a sexy sight,” I told her, fucking her slowly.“I can’t see. Wait! My phone’s in my pocket. Take a video so I can see.”“Absolutely not!”I stroked into her, pressing, pressing, and her buttocks touched my groin. Addison let out a grunt when my tip hit her end. I stopped moving, my erection.