Peter had set it on the kitchen counter and pointed it towards the subject of interest, namely my naked body. My heartbeat like crazy as I watched, ju...t as my heart beat like crazy when I was being filmed an hour before. I couldn't believe I had gone through with it. Two hours ago I was afraid to show him my naked boobs, and now I was the star of an X-rated video. I couldn't believe it.But how could I resist when he had such a big cock?On the television screen, Peter stood behind me with his. It does not fill my head like it's supposed to. The fire's been reduced to a spark that needs to be fanned. Even when I look up into your dark eyes, it's a struggle to recognise the passion, compassion and primal lust in them. I miss your eyes. I miss your gaze. It gives me my worth, and I need to feel worthy today more than ever.Shutting my eyes, I shift slightly in my bonds. The cloth that binds my wrists to the old metal bed-frame does not hurt. It does not even restrict my movements or hold. I removed the Fucking Rod, and proceeded to pump my husband’s ass with my favorite strapon. After several minutes I withdrew, as a rock-hard cock quickly took my place. My husband had often fantasized about being fucked by a real cock. Would he notice the switch ? He moaned, as my friend’s huge fuckrod thrust in-and-out. Then, without warning, my friend exploded, pumping jets of hot cum deep into my husband’s ass-tunnel. The surprise on my husband’s face was priceless !! With the cat now out of. Why else would he leave me here, spreadeagled and naked on the cold tiled floor? He wanted to see if I would do as I was told. My head was spinning with emotions but the rest of my body knew exactly what it thought of the situation. I was incredibly aroused. Slipping my fingers between my legs, they came up soaking wet. This only added to my confusion. Why was I so aroused? Was it the memory of the incredible orgasm Renaud had given me with his fingers and tongue? Or something deeper, more.