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.
