I m home alone, waiting for my husband, eager and horny, when he calls me and tells me he ll be home late from work, and that his best friend, Ale, is dropping off some things. The tension between us has been undeniable for a while now: glances, touches, insinuations.
I invite him for a drink; the atmosphere heats up, and words are unnecessary. Unable to resist, we begin to kiss intensely. I m so excited, but also nervous... just as he undresses me, the door opens.
It s my husband.
Silence. Tension. I try to cover myself, but he just looks at us... and without saying a word, he takes out his phone and starts recording.
So this is what you like, love? Perfect... show me everything.
His voice is deep, calm... excited by what he sees. He s not angry, he s fascinated.
Ale and I look at each other, surprised, but seeing my husband s reaction, we decide to continue. Now with more intensity, knowing we re being watched... recorded... desired.
The camera doesn t stop.
