I was going to record us both using this bitch and then show her the next morning.I set up the camera then sat back with a drink watching a stranger w...th his head up my wife’s dress licking her shaved nylon pussy. After about five minutes Phil removed himself from under her dress, stood up and started to unzip himself. Phil said can I jerk on your wife? I said sure but don’t spunk on her, not yet. Phil took out his cock and stared down at my wife stroking all the while. He put a hand up her. I’d settled in. I’d found a decent life. And then stupidity beyond stupidity, I’d persuaded myself that I could have more. Dumb bitch. You deserve what you get.I struggled to my feet. Look, ma. No hands! That wasn’t as easy as it used to be. It occurred to me then that I had a little bit of a problem. I’d always loved the image of my wrists tied instead of cuffed, without the clumsy metal and mechanics of my Smith & Wessons. There was just something elegant about the minimalist approach, with. Or I could interrupt my masturbation, piss after a much shorter detumescence interval, then come back and resume. Both were frustrating prospects.After a moment's indecision, I stood and shrugged into a bathrobe, then stood with my hand on the doorknob, waiting for my erection to subside enough for a moderately decent dash down the hall.In the bathroom, I decided to brush my teeth first, to buy my cock another minute to switch roles effectively.As I brushed, I heard the creak of floorboards in. Well that was all the encouragement I required and immediately moved my arm up, so that my hand was just under her gorgeous little breasts. As I very slowly inched my fingers up and over one of her breasts I said “feel free to deal with it for me” again laughing as I said it. “It’s your cock, you deal with it” was the simple reply. With that, I slipped my dressing gown open, exposing my massive bulging cock for her to see and started stroking it, not saying anything.I did have to be rather.