Author's Preface: This is Chapter 1 of the new series, Video Orgy. Enjoy. All constructive comments will be greatly appreciated!
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My wife was in her favorite place in the world--on her knees on the floor with four men standing around her. The men's pants were gathered around their feet and she was sucking and stroking their hard cocks. She had one in each hand and one in her mouth. She kept switching between them, leaving no one ignored for any length of time.
I had three video cameras mounted on tripods around the circle. One was eight-foot high, looking down on the circle from above. The next one, a third of the way around the circle, was about six feet off the ground. The final one, another third of the way around the circle, was barely a foot off the ground, looking up at the circle. A fourth camera was on the floor in the circle right next to my wife, giving the view looking up from inside. Finally, I was carrying a hand-held camera, walking around the circle getting a variety of shots as the action best dictated.
She kept a singular focus on the dicks surrounding her, oblivious to me and the cameras. Although she loves her long, blonde hair, now it was pulled back in a ponytail to keep it out of her way. She was still wearing her black dress. It was not one of her little black "fuck me" dresses; she had plenty of those back home in our closet. This was a very simple A-line dress: sleeveless with a neckline not much below her collar bone, tapered at the waist with a slender belt, and length just above her knees. It is a dress she often wears to conservative business functions. I told her when she put it on that one of her strands of pearls would go perfectly with it. She agreed, but declined, saying with a smile that she was sure "one of the guys tonight will be happy to give me a pearl necklace." She does like her pearl necklaces, both kinds.
As I moved the camera around the circle of men being serviced by my wife, I made sure to include several shots, both directly and as a backdrop to the action, of the men's wives sitting and watching from a couch a few feet away. The reaction of the guys' wives to watching my wife servicing their husbands is always entertaining.
This event is part of what my wife and I call our "weekend business". Our "weekday business" is a business consulting firm that we own and operate. That business keeps us busy and well-compensated. Keeping true to the over-used cliché, we work hard, so we play hard. Very early in our relationship, we started taking photos and homemade videos of ourselves at play for our own, personal pleasure. Some were racy, PG-13 or R-rated "boudoir" photos and videos. But most could only be described as hardcore pornography. They were strictly for our own viewing and entertainment. We thoroughly enjoyed them--both producing them and watching them afterwards.
One day we were discussing that hobby with a couple that were friends of ours. They asked us if we would be willing to make a video of them having sex with each other. They had tried doing it on their own, but never liked the end results. We agreed. The video turned out great. We were jealous--it looked better than the ones we did of ourselves. That couple told another couple we also knew, who then asked us to make a home porno of them. That video also turned out great. Both couples referred other couples to us, this time people we didn't know. They offered to pay us, suggesting we should turn it into an actual business.
So, we did. We started making what we called "professional homemade sex tapes." Between word of mouth and a ridiculously simple webpage, we started filling up our weekends video-taping other couples fucking. At first, we thought it would just be something to do for fun, hoping to make enough money to cover the expenses. It turned out to be so successful, we started making real money at it. We kept adding new equipment and improving our technical skills, all of which allowed us to increase our prices and expand our services.
We quickly added to our menu of services. One of the new services was group events, like this event. From all the video recorded at an event, we create a unique movie for each couple. Each couple is the star of their specific video. In addition, if everyone at the event agrees and signs a strict confidentiality agreement, we include a longer video that includes clips from everyone at the party. We don't do a lot of these parties as not a lot of folks like being videoed at an orgy. But there are people who like it. This was our fourth one in the last year and a half.
As with all our other video orgies, all four couples at this particular event were couples that were clients of ours who had hired us to produce home sex tapes for them. Also consistent with our policy, none of the couples knew each other before that night. We had a very firm rule that they were not to exchange names, at least not at the event, and were not to use names during the event. What happens after the event is none of our business. We have been told that several of these events have led to on-going relationships.
These four wives were no exception to the principle that spousal reactions must be captured. Three of the ladies were fidgeting. One was obviously fidgeting because she was uncomfortable watching her man getting sucked by another woman. But she couldn't stop watching, either. Every time she looked away, she immediately turned right back to watch.
Another was fidgeting clearly because she was turned on. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, rubbing them together as she did so. One hand was on her hip, caressing the side of her hip and leg. Her other hand kept moving from her arm to her belly to her other hip. She was clearly struggling to keep her hands from playing with herself.
The third fidgeter I couldn't read. Like the first wife, she kept looking away but then back to the group. When she looked back to the group, she rarely looked at her husband. She usually looked right at my wife, though occasionally at one of the other men in the circle. Her hands were more like the second wife--they were rubbing her abdomen, just under her breasts. My guess was she was torn between being witness to another woman giving her husband a blow job and being turned on by the situation.
The final wife was sitting perfectly still, watching the action. She wasn't smiling, but she didn't look unhappy either. She didn't look bored or overly interested. She just looked like she was waiting patiently for something or someone. We knew from the entrance applications one of our couples had several group sex experiences, so perhaps that was her and this was nothing unusual to her. Or perhaps she was just good at completely suppressing her discomfort. Or suppressing her excitement. She definitely intrigued me. She was going to be my special project within the project.
From experience, I knew my wife was enjoying herself. From the sounds the men were making, I knew they were enjoying themselves. I also knew the men were enjoying themselves from my own personal experiences being on the receiving end of my wife's blowjobs. Although they were a relatively quiet group compared to others, there were still plenty of groans and "Mmmmm"s and "Ooooooo"s and "Yeah"s. "Oh, God, yes, you are soooooo good" was also frequently heard.
The one groaning the most was the oldest man of the group. He was a portly gentleman, probably in his mid-fifties. He was slightly shorter than average but significantly hairier than average. Even though he was still wearing his short-sleeve polo shirt, the exposed portion of his lower belly, his arms, and his legs showed lots of thick, dark body hair. His body spent so much energy on his body hair, however, that it left little energy for hair development above his neck. He had only a small ring of closely-cropped, salt-and-pepper hair that ran from just above one ear, around the back of his head, and around to the other ear. He never looked anywhere but at my wife. He was almost constantly moaning softly, and each time my wife took his slightly shorter but slightly thicker dick in her mouth, he would say, "Oh, yes. Yes. God, yes." Or the equivalent.
The youngest man of the group stood across from the oldest. I guessed he was in his early twenties. He was tall and lanky, at least six foot four, but probably not more than a hundred-eighty pounds. He had long, blonde hair and enjoyed playing with my wife's blonde ponytail. Far and away the quietest of the group, he spent a lot of time looking around. He would look at his wife (the Confused Fidgeter), he would look at the other wives, and he would look at the other guys (but look away immediately if they looked at him). But whenever my wife took his dick in her mouth, he would look intently at her and his breathing would get audibly shaky.
The other two men were about the same age--early middle-age, probably early to mid-thirties. One was slightly taller than the other, probably around six foot, maybe six-one. His dark hair was cut short with the beginnings of some gray flecks appearing on the sides. He had a van dyke beard that was full but trimmed very short. Wide shoulders and a broad chest clearly indicated an early-in-life athlete, at least through high school and perhaps even college. He had obviously tried to maintain some of that athleticism as his thighs and calves were still muscular and his ass looked firm. He was still wearing his long-sleeve dress shirt, but I could tell even beneath the shirt that his biceps and chest maintained at least some semblance of muscular shape. However, the sedentary lifestyle of a middle-aged, professional, family man was beginning to show its first victory in his waistline. I certainly wouldn't call it fat, or even chunky. He just had a few extra pounds and inches around the middle that I'm sure weren't there ten or even five years ago.
He was far and away the most verbal of the men. "Oh, yeah." "Suck my dick." "God, that's good." "Fucking A!" He often looked at his wife, the Excited Fidgeter, with a look of amazement. She would smile back at him as she continued to struggle with keeping her hands off the more personal parts of her body.
The final man was nondescript at first glance. He was also early middle age, probably roughly the same age as Van Dyke Man. Average height, average weight. Light brown hair in a typical businessman's haircut. His average American middle-age spread around his waist was slightly more pronounced than that of Van Dyke Man but mostly because he didn't have as thick a chest to offset it. In a crowd, he would completely blend in and not be noticed. However, there was one thing about him that was not average: his penis. It was huge. It was long and it was thick. When my wife had brought it to its full size, she took a quick look at me. Her bright blue eyes sparkled with amazement and great anticipation. She never looks at me during the middle of these events, but for this one she couldn't help but show me her excitement.
I could tell from the breathing and moans the men were getting closer to their climax. My wife has an amazing, innate sense of timing. She knows exactly how much time to spend on each cock and when to switch. She knows when and who to stroke and when and who to suck, all so that no one ever feels ignored and everyone is constantly moving towards climax. She has such a keen sense of a dick's progress that she can coax a group of men to orgasm in such perfect timing that they will cum within a minute or two of each other, but never at the same time. The only time I had ever seen her bring multiple guys to orgasm at the same time were a few times she wanted two, or more, cocks firing their loads on her body at the same time. Otherwise, she can get them to cum one right after another so she can do whatever she wants with their jism.
As my wife and I both predicted, Young Guy was getting to his peak before anyone else. She had done her typical good job of keeping him engaged but holding him back as best she could. Sensing he was building too quickly a little earlier, she had backed off him and accelerated the other three to get them caught up. He was building again. But now, the other guys were getting to that point, too. I could see from my wife's actions she was ready to set them off.
She had Old Guy's fat, stubby dick in her mouth as she stroked the dicks of Van Dyke and Big Dick. Switching, she took Old Guy's dick out of her mouth but kept stroking it with her hand. She held Big Dick's monster long enough to get her mouth around the cap. Once she squeezed it in, she let go and grabbed Young Guy's dick. She took the big one deep into her mouth, not quite all the way but more than halfway.
