Author's Preface: This is Chapter 2 of the Series "Video Orgy". Please see "Introductory Blowjob" for an introduction to the characters.
"We're done for this scene. Outstanding job by all," I announced to the full group as I stopped the camera from recording video. My wife had just finished sucking off all four men and was still on her knees, surrounded by the men with their spent penises hanging loose.
"Especially the Mrs.," Old Guy said, pointing at my wife. The men all cheered and clapped. Their wives joined in.
"Thank you, thank you," Mrs. said from her knees. I held my hand out to her to assist her up. She looked into my eyes as she took my hand. Her entire face smiled at me as she stood. "Thank you," she said quietly to me.
The other wives left the couch from which they had watched the activity and joined the rest of us, pairing up with their husbands. As I escorted my wife out of the center of the dispersing circle, I told her, "You know you look gorgeous after you've feasted on cum."
"That's just because I'm so happy," she said, squeezing my hand. "And because I know it's only going to get better." She squeezed my hand again, intertwining her fingers with mine.
I was leading her to the back of the room which led to the kitchen and restroom. "I know you like that big dick."
She laughed. "For a second, I didn't think I was going to able to get it all the way down. I don't think I've ever had one that thick before."
"Not that I've seen, at least. But you got it down. And looked like you enjoyed it."
She laughed again. "Of course I enjoyed it. Every inch."
"Also looked like you came."
She looked at me with a smile in her eyes. "Oh, yeah. A Category One, borderline Category Two." She rates her orgasms on a One to Five scale, like hurricanes. Ones are nice, little, short ones. Fives bring the house down. It's not every time, but it is not uncommon for her to orgasm while giving oral. However, rarely does giving oral result in her experiencing a Category Two.
We had reached the back of the room. To the left was the bathroom, to the right the kitchen. "OK, you go freshen up your face and I'll start prepping for the next session." I kissed her, a kiss which she returned with intensity.
"Love you," she said when she finally let me go. "I'll be right out to help."
I poked my head into the kitchen to see our assistant waiting patiently at the kitchen counter, reading something on her tablet. "We are ready for the first break."
She looked up and said, "I'm on it."
I headed back towards the group. They had scattered out a little, but not much. Old Guy was sitting on the couch with his wife, Hesitant Wife. Van Dyke and his wife, the Excited Fidgeter, were talking with Young Guy and his wife, the Confused Fidgeter. Big Dick and his wife, Mrs. Stoic, were chatting not far from where the circle originally was.
"OK, folks," I announced as I got closer, "we have a little break now to get set up and then we'll be ready for our next session. As you know, this next session is all about the ladies. The guys will start this next session naked. Ladies, you will start with your clothes on. The beginning of the video will be you and/or your husband taking your clothes off."
As I spoke, our assistant arrived pushing a cart. "Ah, here's our lovely assistant. She has cold water for you, as well as sodas if that's your preference. However, no alcohol for this break. We don't want that adversely affecting your performance. We'll have some at the next break." She started circulating among the couples. "She also has some light snacks on the cart.
"Also," I added, "while our assistant is here, if you want the Mrs. to join you for your threesome during this next session, now is the time to confirm that with our assistant. And remember guys, this session is about your wives, not you. So, if you do have Mrs. join you, she will be paying primary attention to your wife, not to you. I'm not saying she will ignore you, but this is not the time for you to have two women servicing you. This is about pleasuring your wives." There were a couple of chuckles among the wives and a few knowing looks at their husbands.
As the group started congregating around our assistant, I started moving the tripods to their new positions. My wife reemerged from the bathroom with fresh makeup and her hair loosed from the ponytail. She had cleaned Old Guy's semen from her neck but left the stains on the neckline of her dress. "Do we know yet who wants what?" she asked as she helped me adjust the tripods.
"Not yet. As soon as she's done handling refreshments, we can find out what she knows," I said, referring to our assistant. We always review the applications from couples to see what experiences they want. When they arrive, they check-in with our assistant. She then checks to see if they have any updates or changes to what they want to experience. She then will tell us what each couple wants.
The second session always starts on two couches. The two couches loosely form an "L" shape. One camera faces each couch. The second half of the session takes place on a bed at the far end of the large room. Each corner has a camera, sitting at different heights. And, of course, either my wife or I will be roaming around with the hand-held camera to capture appropriate closeups.
As I made the final adjustments to the cameras, Mrs. had joined Assistant to make sure all the guests were taken care of. Most of the guys had already shed their clothes. Old Guy was still sitting on the couch, still clothed. Big Dick had stepped out of his pants but was still wearing his shirt. His dick, so massive when fully erect, hung down loosely. It was a little larger than the typical flaccid penis, but nothing to suggest it could grow to the size that it did.
Excited Wife and Confused Wife were talking with Mrs. Stoic. Mrs. Stoic stood there with great poise, holding a water bottle in one hand and her other arm held loosely across her midsection. She wore a comforting but not deep smile on her face. She was tall for a woman, only an inch or two shorter than her husband and she was wearing only the shortest of heels. Looking at her, it crossed my mind that perhaps the reason she appeared so tranquil during the earlier activity was because on a regular basis she gets his monster-sized tool shoved in her orifices. If that's what she's used to as sex, then perhaps watching some chick take a few dicks in her mouth is no big deal.
Just as I made the final adjustment to the last camera around the bed, Mrs. waved me to join her and Assistant back in the kitchen. When I arrived, Assistant gave us the run down on which couples wanted what. Excited Fidgeter definitely wanted Mrs. to join her and her husband, Van Dyke. Confused Fidgeter wanted my wife, too. However, Assistant warned us to not be surprised if she changed her mind. Confused confessed she had already changed her mind three times tonight, and that didn't include the number of times she had changed her mind before they submitted their application. Or the number of times she had changed her mind between the application and arrival tonight. Assistant assured us that she assured Confused that if at any point she decided that was not what she wanted, my wife would stop.
That left Mrs. Old Guy, i.e., Reluctant Wife, and Mrs. Stoic, i.e., Mrs. Big Dick. They each wanted me to please them in a three-way with their husbands. This would be an interesting challenge. I knew the key to Reluctant Wife was going to be plenty of gentle foreplay before building up to the main event. Although a big part of an MMF threesome is to give the woman the feeling of being overwhelmed by sexual feelings, those feelings must be built up in the proper manner. If not done properly, it is a disaster that, at best, ruins the evening and, at worst, could leave serious emotional scars. With Mrs. Stoic, I was faced with the challenge of figuring out if she was in fact susceptible to being turned on or if she would be just as cool in bed as on the couch. Plus, I had to deal with the fact that she was used to Mr. Big Dick's size. Although I've never worried about my size, and Mrs. has assured me that I'm one of the thickest she's ever had, mine is still nothing compared to what Big Dick was carrying between his legs and what Mrs. Big Dick was accustomed to.
Assistant finished giving us the rundown on what each couple specifically wanted and what each couple specifically considered off limits, as well as other logistics. Mrs. looked at me and said, "Ready to fuck?"
"Oh, yeah," I answered enthusiastically.
"Let's do this. Let's do them," she said with an impish smile.
We thanked Assistant and headed back to the main room. Assistant stayed behind in the kitchen as her role was to never be in the room while there was any sexual activity. Even though she was very involved in the editing process, her isolation from the action did add to the on-site feeling of the couples that anyone who was not sexually involved was not watching.
"OK, folks," I said once we got back in the room. "Everyone ready for more fun?"
"Yeah," they enthused. "Let's fuck," Van Dyke yelled at the top of his lungs, which brought more laughter.
"OK, the next session starts with the four couples sitting on the couches, two couples per couch. Guys, the cameras there will be recording you getting your wife undressed and warming her up. As you get warmed up, we'll bring you over to the bed, one couple at a time, to make your fantasy come true. And to make you cum true." My bad pun drew a couple of giggles, but mostly groans. "Okay, guys, time to get your ladies and get them cranked up."
