I am Nancy.
Currently, I am a 31-year-old housewife.
I have no children.
My husband is Tom.
He is a businessman.
We are the same age.
We have been married for two years.
We had a friendship that lasted nine years, including our dating period.
We got married in less than a year after becoming a couple.
From the time we were friends, Tom was the type who thrived in behind-the-scenes roles at events like beach outings & barbecues, year-end and New Year parties, welcome parties for new employees, and company sports tournaments.
In simple terms, he excelled in planning and photography.
Even in our group of friends, he would plan monthly recreational activities like mini-golf, bowling tournaments, river fishing, sea fishing, and snowboarding, although he didn't participate much himself. He did it because it made everyone happy, using his computer skills to plan these events.
Because of this, everyone in our close-knit group liked Tom, and no one disliked him.
I, too, was naturally friendly and got along well with everyone, regardless of gender.
People say I look like the singer and actress Marcia, and even before and after dating Tom, I had a few people confess their feelings to me. Some of them were even part of Tom's group, but I kept it a secret from him.
Tom was considerate, kind, and although no one knew, he was athletic enough to win a high school soccer championship, but he never bragged about it. I found myself falling for him without realizing it.
I confessed my feelings to him, and he said, "I'm sorry for making you say it. I liked you too, but I was too scared of rejection to say anything. I want to officially ask you out."
Until then, Tom never showed any signs of liking me, so I thought he wasn't interested in me. I started crying and nodded, and we began dating.
Things progressed quickly from there.
Maybe it was because we had been friends for so long that we were already thinking about marriage from the start.
On our first date, Tom took many photos with his digital camera.
With each date, the number of photos increased, and he would edit and burn them onto DVDs for me.
Tom was my first boyfriend, so he also documented our anniversaries with photos and videos.
I thought it was okay since he was my first and I was going to marry him.
We even filmed our intimate moments a few times.
Since only Tom would see them, I gradually became bolder.
We soon got married.
We had been living together in Tom's apartment since our engagement, so the only change after getting married was that my last name changed to his. Our environment remained mostly the same.
Tom continued to host gatherings with our friends on weekends, and I naturally joined in as one of the group.
We had several such gatherings, but one time, Tom was particularly tired and got drunk quickly. We decided to watch a DVD of a parasailing and barbecue event we had done with our friends a few years ago.
Tom asked me to get the DVD, saying, "Get the DVD from that time. We'll watch it on the TV." But there were so many DVDs that I couldn't find it.
When I asked Tom, he slurred, "It's the one labeled 'Summer Memories 2014,' on the second shelf, right end. Sorry, but can you get it?"
I went to the computer desk and found the DVD labeled 'Summer Memories 2014.'
When I brought it to the living room, Tom was already unconscious, so I handed it to our friends, Mike and John, who were also quite drunk.
I was also getting tipsy, and since Tom was out, I drank another can of cocktail and said, "This Cassis Orange is delicious," and went to the kitchen to make some yakisoba.
I must have drunk too much.
I heard cheers from the living room, but I didn't pay attention.
I brought the finished yakisoba to the living room, stumbling a bit.
Mike and John were engrossed in the TV screen and didn't notice me until I spoke to them.
I didn't see the TV screen as I brought the food from the kitchen to the table and said, "It might not be very good, but please enjoy."
They looked at me and the TV screen and said, "Thanks for the food," so I looked at the TV and saw...
Images of me completely naked were being displayed, changing every few seconds.
On the new 52-inch high-resolution screen we bought after getting married, my fully nude images, which were supposed to be seen only by Tom, were being shown.
To avoid Tom finding out, I promised Mike and John to keep it a secret and let them watch the whole thing.
Tom was in a rare state of complete drunkenness and didn't wake up.
Maybe because I was also drunk, my thinking was impaired, and when Mike and John asked to see me in person, I said, "Just don't tell Tom," and let them undress me.
They said, "After seeing your virginity loss scene, we can't just leave it at that, please," and I accepted, saying, "Just don't tell Tom."
The DVD was on repeat mode, and whenever I glanced at it, there were images of me in various explicit poses.
I spent the night with Mike and John until past 8 AM the next day.
I lost consciousness a few times, but it seemed like one of them was always with me, and they filmed a lot with their smartphones.
I left Tom and the two in the living room and took a shower to wash off the smell of men from my body.
I washed my face and hair thoroughly to remove the smell.
I went to the bedroom, applied more cologne than usual, and fell asleep.
When I fully sobered up in the evening, it felt like a dream, and I couldn't believe I had been with anyone other than Tom.
But the abnormal amount of crumpled tissues in the trash bag brought me back to reality.
I wished it had remained a dream...
Fortunately, nothing has leaked so far, and Tom hasn't found out. Mike and John are still friends with us.
Although I think they finished inside me (I think I allowed it), I didn't get pregnant.
However, I still feel self-loathing when I remember how I, even while drunk, used my fingers to scoop out their semen from my vagina.
On the other hand, I now lightly climax when I direct the shower's water pressure at my vagina (laughs).
