He slipped the blindfold over my head and down over my eyes. I felt him take me by the hand and lead me out of the door of the “cross room” as... I call it. I knew we were in the hallway and I heard other people talking close to me. I felt several pairs of hands touch me. Someone lifted the robe a bit and ran his hands over my bottom while someone else put his hand on my throat and then ran it down the front of my robe to touch my breasts. I was too weak to protest even if I had. Realizing it was our chance, I turned around, pulled up both layers of my dress till some of my ass cheeks were showing and slowly and seductively walked up the stairs. I made sure I stuck my ass out and James followed recording me. The aim was to get to the top of the stairs and shake my ass for the camera but when I got there I realized a guy was smoking a metre to my left. I quickly pulled my dress down and turned around, whispering to James that someone was there.We walked back down, once. I could feel the little water nodules rubbing up against the inside of my pussy. It felt like it was scratching an itch that I didn't know I had. I could feel my asshole throbbing. That was a sensation I had never felt before. I held my legs up,and placed them on the edge of the tub allowing access to my ass. I put a finger inside. The pleasure was intense. I had never played with my ass before, but I liked the feeling in combination with pussy play. I felt my asshole stretch slightly as I. I told him I felt guilty because I was cheating on my husband, and while I was in love, I wouldn’t leave my family.The biggest problem in our agreement it’s that neither of us drew a “limit”. Our texts that at first were flirtatious turned into romantic phrases, and I would even say a little sexual. My desire for him at this point surpassed any feeling of guilt and shame that still existed. This forbidden love grew with each passing day. The sexual tension overwhelmed me so much that I took.