My husband has been insisting on swapping for a while now,
and recently he suggested having a friend film us.
During a drinking party at our house, he touched me discreetly,
and it was unclear whether our friend noticed or not...
Eventually, while I was feeling cold on the long sofa and covered with a blanket,
he inserted himself while our friend went to get a cloth,
and every time our friend went to the bathroom or left the room, he would thrust.
I didn't climax, but it was still wrong.
Early on, our friend said,
"Are you doing it? If so, let me join,"
so I tried to act calm, but he kept talking,
and I couldn't take it anymore, so I pretended to sleep.
Even though I pretended to sleep,
he kept inserting himself, saying,
"Is she asleep? Is she really asleep?"
He fondled my breasts and teased me in front of our friend,
but didn't remove the blanket,
and kept thrusting hard.
With my eyes closed, I was aware that I was being watched,
which made me even wetter, and I could hear the squelching sounds.
I was embarrassed, but it was too late to stop,
so I couldn't get up.
I don't think the video was recorded,
but I heard the beep of a phone...
Our friend couldn't take it anymore and asked to join,
so my husband agreed to let him touch my breasts only,
lifting the blanket, my clothes, and bra,
and he was doing it himself, saying, "Amazing, amazing."
When I opened my eyes slightly, it was right in front of me.
I don't really like this friend,
and I deeply regret what happened,
but even though I was covered with a blanket,
we did it raw and he finished outside,
so I feel like my bare butt was mostly seen.
That day, our friend stayed over,
and the next day he looked at me with a smirk, which made me shiver.
Since that day, my husband has been bringing this friend over often,
and my husband teases me secretly while being watched by our friend.
We decided to have another drinking party.
Last time I pretended to sleep, but if I had been awake,
I might have been forced to do more,
so I was half scared,
and I thought maybe I should just let them film it,
but I still don't want our friend to film it.
This time, our previous friend (A),
friend B, and B's ex-girlfriend C (older) came over.
They didn't attend our wedding, so it was the first time meeting them,
and C was stylish and easygoing,
the type who gets everyone excited when she talks.
The conversation ranged from my husband's high school antics to his first love,
and it was fun to hear things I didn't know while drinking.
Initially, I thought it would be fine with more people,
but B and his ex-girlfriend C didn't come back from the bathroom.
My husband, who once collapsed from acute alcohol poisoning,
suggested I check on them, so I opened the living room door,
and saw the bathroom door slightly open,
and C and B were doing it in the cramped bathroom.
I couldn't see the whole scene,
but C had her hands on the wall and her legs spread wide over the toilet,
her body shaking violently, so I think they were doing it.
When B opened the door and saw me,
he said, "Sorry, I'm about to come."
Suddenly feeling hot, I returned to my seat,
and A, who had finished his drink,
smirked and poured more into my glass.
I leaned on my husband.
When he asked, "What's wrong?" I whispered what I had seen.
We drank until 2 AM and decided to sleep separately by gender,
so C and I took a bath first,
and we ended up sleeping together in the double bed where my husband and I usually sleep,
while the three men laid out two futons in the living room,
and one slept on the sofa.
In the kitchen, I kissed my husband goodnight.
I don't know how long I slept.
My chest was shaking.
The bed was shaking.
When I opened my eyes groggily,
C and B were having sex next to me.
When I made eye contact with B and quickly looked away,
I then made eye contact with C.
I hadn't noticed, but C's breath and moans were intense.
They were in the missionary position, and suddenly stopped moving,
and I thought, "Did they finish?"
As I lay there unable to move,
C straddled me and kissed me deeply.
Unable to resist, I felt C's breath in my mouth.
C leaned over me, her body shaking, moaning.
B seemed to be entering her from behind.
As C licked my ears and neck,
I watched their sex from below, like a threesome.
B looked at me, smirking, and thrust harder,
making C moan louder.
Excited, I noticed C's caresses.
She had pulled down my camisole and bra, sucking my nipple.
B kept looking at my face.
When I tried to escape to the wall, friend A came in and said,
"Let me join," and suddenly thrust into C's mouth from the side of the bed.
Confused, I watched as C eagerly sucked A's thing.
A was holding our newly bought video camera,
filming C's oral action.
B continued thrusting into C without caring about them.
When B's movements slowed and he pulled out of C,
his condom was filled with semen.
At some point, C had put a condom on A.
As A was about to enter C,
I finally left the room.
In the living room, my husband was waiting,
and he immediately hugged me, asking, "Did they enter you?"
I shook my head vigorously, and he said, "Good,"
but his words and actions didn't match, making me suspicious.
I could still hear C's moans from the next room.
My husband pushed me onto the sofa,
and quickly removed my shorts and underwear.
He brought his face close to my crotch, saying, "You're wet,"
and inserted his finger.
He intended to enter me from behind on the sofa.
Usually, he enters slowly, but this time he thrust in without hesitation, making me moan.
He seemed to want me to make noise for the next room to hear, thrusting deliberately.
I endured his actions,
but he thrust hard enough to make me moan a little.
In contrast, C was moaning loudly next door.
I worried about the neighbors.
Confused by my husband's rough treatment,
I said, "It hurts..." and he suddenly became gentle,
apologizing but still thrusting.
He asked, "Can I tie you up?" and I was shocked,
so I said, "No," and he said, "Then I want to swap,"
giving me an ultimatum, so he went to the bedroom to get the black leather handcuffs.
C was still moaning.
He took a while, so I wondered if he was with C,
but I didn't have the courage to check.
When B came into the living room and tried to kiss me silently,
my husband came in and chased him away.
My husband quickly handcuffed me under my thighs,
making me sit on the sofa with my private parts exposed,
and started filming from my chest down with the video camera he brought.
The living room lights were still on,
so I worried about someone walking in.
He placed the camera on the table for easier filming.
The sex that followed was long but felt normal,
and I climaxed imagining what happened next door.
I haven't watched that video yet.
I'm scared that if I watch it, I'll become okay with orgies.
