I just felt pathetic at what I had been reduced to, watching my wife, my high school love, masturbating for some other guy, while I lay there with my ...ace to the floor, looking beneath the bathroom door. Like some sort of pervert. My wife. She should be doing these things for me, I thought. My marriage was over. I knew that for sure when I saw the e-mails and videos earlier that day, but the events of Monday evening cemented it beyond any doubt. I considered many options: various ways of. When he showed up, Sue was surprised that he had all five of his buddies with him. He had never shown up with them before. She looked at Bob curiously, "It's no big deal," Bob smiled, "they won't stay long."Since they were Bob's friends she let them inside without hesitation, but she was a bit uneasy about having so many boys in her house while her mom was at work. She might get in trouble if her mom found out.After Sue let them inside, she soon started to regret it. At first they were well. Like a baby. I Stroked his hair and breathed slightly quicker. While he was feeding on my left nipple he was massaging the other. This mixture of pain of pleasure was enough to push me over the edge…But I just was not there yet.He was angry now. He pushed me backwards and stroked my freshly shaved pussy with those hands while fiddling with his belt buckle. My eyes widened as that monster of a cock was released from his pants. It hanged half way down his leg freely while his apple sized balls. " This time the bitch went out of the room leaving me alone.I tried the handcuffs, no joy they were firmly secured to the bed, I tried moving my feet, with the same success! In fact the only thing I could move, apart from my eyes, was my fucking prick, and with what the bitch was planning I wished I couldn't move that.After a few minutes she returned carrying a video camera and tripod, which she quickly set up, I thought bitches couldn't work machines. She approached me again smiling."Thought.