I can’t hold out much longer. Even now, I can feel to urge to fuck myself. Now I am lying on my back, reaching over to the night stand for my fuck ...oy, a long-neck beer bottle. I rub the long neck over the pre-cum on the pantyhouse, making it glisten,...I make believe the bottle is a long cock, covered in pre-cum as I lick and suck it. I can’t wait any longer, peeling down my pantyhouse to below my knees, my heart racing even faster.My legs are spread and slowly push the ‘cock’ into my. Before you get bored, let me get straight into the story.One Friday, my husband said that we will go for a short trip over the weekend along with his friend as he had the car at that time. I said okay as I hadn’t traveled since a very long time.So, the trip started. We were going in the car. We were headed toward a nice hill station with so much rain and an awesome climate. My husband’s friend’s name was Rahul. Rahul was a nice guy. He was fair and tall. But he didn’t have a very much. "I can't tell you why I go. I don't know myself. It's not you. It's not him. It's me. Something in me - something terrifying and exciting at the same time. I love my life with you. But - I don't know - something happens there, something that renews a part of me that I never knew was empty. And after, I love you even more, so deeply, so fully, as though I have so much more to give you than I've ever been able to share before. I love being with you; just your touch makes me warm and safe. I crave. If you are not willing to follow my instructions in regards to the cameras, I will be forced to send that to your family Whatsapp group and DM your friends. It's your call. Be my personal private cam-slut or be disgraced.'Now I was full-on crying. I knew that my makeup was running down my face. I had no idea that Michael had been filming me in that intimate act with Rover. Had could I face anyone if they saw that? My family would probably disown me. I'd probably be arrested for indecency or.