We had a drinking party with a friendly couple from the neighborhood.
In our mid-30s, neither of us had children, so we regularly got together for drinks.
Since we lived close by, we would often meet at each other's houses in very casual attire, sometimes even in pajamas, and drink until we lost our memories.
It was last summer.
That day, we were drinking at our place.
I remember everyone getting drunk and lying down in the living room one by one.
The husband of the other couple drank quite a bit, and I drank until I lost my memory.
When I woke up in the morning, I felt a strange sensation in my body.
In the alcohol-smelling living room, I was still in my loungewear and underwear, but there was a vibrator inserted in me.
This vibrator was something I had bought for my own enjoyment without my husband's knowledge, and he shouldn't have known about its existence.
Thanks to the discomfort, I was the first to wake up, but I was puzzled by the pain all over my body.
Nevertheless, I hurried to the bathroom, removed it myself, and hid it deep in the shelf.
I usually keep it hidden in the bedroom closet.
After the couple left, I received an email from an unknown address.
'Thank you for the fun last night.'
I usually only communicated with the wife, and I didn't know the husband's address.
Realizing it was the husband, I subtly asked about the parts I couldn't remember, and he sent me images of myself undressing in the bathroom, lifting my top, and inserting the vibrator myself.
There were also images of me with something clearly not my husband's in my mouth while touching myself.
When I couldn't reply, the husband sent a video.
The video showed me asking for the husband's attention and saying, 'I want to do it again,' with vacant eyes, looking at his phone.
Then the husband said, 'Then, let's insert this vibrator and go back,' and sent a video of him inserting the vibrator into me as I leaned on the sink, unsteady on my feet, and putting on my shorts.
When I sent an email saying 'Please forget,' he replied, 'Then, let me hold you just once more.'
On the condition that it would be only once and that the images and videos wouldn't be misused, we agreed to meet sober.
On the day, the husband took a day off, and we checked into a hotel in the morning.
We kissed and intertwined our tongues.
The husband's kiss was so good that I felt weak in the knees, and I naturally wrapped my arms around his waist.
I didn't want to stop kissing, so I undressed while keeping our lips together.
His kiss was so good that I even asked him to shower with me.
After just rinsing off in the shower, I left the bathroom, but it was me who was completely flushed, even though I was supposed to be resisting.
The husband's kiss had become a reward for me.
'I'll kiss you, so show me your masturbation.'
After drying my still-wet body, I got on the bed and used the vibrator I had brought from home, letting the husband watch.
Occasionally, he would kiss me, and even after I climaxed once from masturbation, he would kiss me and say, 'Keep moving your hand,' and I continued to pleasure myself.
I was so aroused that even when the husband moved away, I kept moving my hand.
I was so engrossed that I didn't even notice I was being filmed while occasionally being kissed and doing it alone.
I climaxed two or three times in a row, and each time, the husband kissed me and made me continue masturbating.
As I was feeling so good that my mind was going blank, the husband's was in front of my face.
I brought my face closer and took it into my mouth.
When the husband asked, 'Does it taste good?' I nodded.
By this time, I had noticed the husband had a video camera in his hand, but I had lost my reason, so I didn't care anymore.
When the tongue that could make me weak in the knees just by kissing came to my crotch, I was saying a lot of embarrassing words and begging for more.
All of this was being filmed.
I had never experienced such sensitivity before, and I could feel it overflowing just from the husband's tongue touching me.
Of course, after being made to climax several times, I was opening my legs and getting on all fours, begging the husband myself.
While on all fours, my rear was licked and fingers were inserted, and when asked, 'Which hole do you want it in?' I shouted to the husband, 'In my pussy.'
'Then, let's enjoy this (rear) later?'
When asked that, I nodded.
By the way, I have almost no memory of this part.
Just by the husband entering me, I was made to climax.
Furthermore, after the husband moved several times, I was made to climax again, and my body was drenched in sweat.
Even when I collapsed face down as if exhausted from climaxing too much, my rear was sticking out, seeking the husband every time he entered and exited.
At this time, the husband was inserting his fingers into my rear.
After a while, when the husband pulled out of me once, he placed a pillow under my hips, spread my legs a little, and took my rear.
Of course, the scene of it going in was also filmed.
It was my first time doing it in the rear.
Everything was filmed.
Unable to move my body while letting out light screams, I was in a state where I could only entrust myself to the husband.
And then, the husband entered me again.
After fast and intense piston movements, he finished on my body while I was lying on my back.
'Clean it up.'
When the husband called out to me, I opened my mouth weakly, and he entered, and while doing a cleanup blowjob, I was being asked various impressions, which were also filmed.
After that, I fell asleep as if I had lost consciousness.
I was woken up when the room service lunch the husband had ordered arrived.
It was a hassle to get up from the bed, and my body was still twitching.
When I finally got off the bed and sat on the sofa to eat lunch, I had forgotten that I had been filmed.
After finishing lunch and taking a shower, the husband connected the video camera to the TV and said, 'I recorded it properly,' while showing me the actions from earlier.
Occasionally being kissed, my body started to ache again, but I managed to suppress it with reason while watching the TV out of the corner of my eye.
While being shown the fact that I could become so emotionally and sexually aroused, the husband kissed me and put his hand inside my gown.
My body, which had become overly sensitive, was opening up to the husband again, contrary to my heart.
Even though I was the one who set the condition for it to be only once, I sought it until the very end of the free time.
When I had sex with my husband about two days later as a form of atonement, the husband's caresses and the feel of his penis were still lingering in my body, and despite my husband's bland sex, I felt incredibly good.
At the same time, I could no longer satisfy my desires with my husband or by myself.
The husband's sex had been implanted in me, and it had become my ideal.
However, since then, as promised, the husband never contacted me directly, even though we would drink together as couples.
Each time, I felt as if my expectations were being betrayed, and my frustration grew.
Then, on Christmas night, when we drank with the couple.
I deliberately visited the husband's house in fluffy loungewear and knee-high socks.
As usual, as I got drunk, I carelessly snuggled up to the husband.
The husband noticed my behavior and whispered in my ear, 'Can't hold back anymore?'
My husband was not yet passed out and was happily talking with the wife.
When I nodded slightly, he said, 'I'll touch you, so just take off your underwear,' and I took my bag to the bathroom, removed my bra and panties, and returned to the room wearing only my loungewear.
By the time I returned, the wife was passed out.
My husband was watching TV.
Sitting next to the husband, I accepted his hand into my crotch.
When kissed while my husband had his back turned, I was very excited.
I think the sound of squishing could be heard a little from under the table, but I don't think my husband, who was in front of the TV, heard it.
'You're so wet,' or 'Lower the zipper at the top as far as you can,' he said, and in my husband's blind spot, I accepted the husband's hand into my loungewear, occasionally kissing, while being told or made to say lewd words.
After being made to climax once with his fingers, I was able to climax continuously.
I was so excited about being made to climax in front of my husband that I put my hand into the husband's pants myself.
Even when the TV program ended and my husband looked our way, I didn't take my hand out of the husband's pants.
The husband moved away from me and offered my husband a drink.
Just the husband's hand occasionally touching my body made me feel like I was about to climax lightly.
My husband was showing signs of lying down at any moment, and at that time, the husband said, 'Shall we make some snacks?' and took me to the kitchen.
My husband, whose eyes were more than half-closed, could see us clearly if he wanted to.
'Take off just the bottom yourself.'
When the husband whispered in my ear, I took them off one leg at a time.
The husband squatted down, opened my legs a little, and ran his tongue over them.
My rear was also licked thoroughly, and I was holding back my voice.
Next, I squatted down and took it into my mouth without being told by the husband.
I could feel it going deep into my throat, and saliva was dripping onto the floor, but the husband seemed to enjoy it.
The husband squatted down with me, and while being kissed, I was undressed from the top, leaving me only in socks.
When I was made to stand there, my husband was already lying on the carpet.
The husband entered me in front of my husband.
I was thrilled.
My nipples were pinched hard, and my clit was occasionally played with, and I couldn't hold back my voice anymore.
In the living room in front of me, the wife and my husband's snores echoed.
My body, which had already been made to climax several times, was very sensitive, and with various things happening, I was excited, accepting the husband on all fours in the kitchen.
While being entered in the rear along the way, he finished in my mouth at the end.
After drinking it, I cleaned the husband's thing properly.
'You can do it a second time,' the husband said, and I didn't let go of it from my mouth, keeping it clean.
When it had somewhat revived, the husband said, 'Let's do something fun,' and took me back to the living room.
'Lick your husband's.'
Although I hesitated, when the husband caressed me, I lost my reason and pulled down my husband's pants and took it into my mouth.
While licking my husband in a doggy style position, the husband suddenly entered me from behind.
By the way, my husband didn't wake up, nor did he get aroused.
Being entered and exited between my husband's legs, I felt guilty but excited.
The husband pulled my hair and made me look at my husband's face while doing it, and I climaxed.
When I straddled the husband sitting on the sofa, I was excited.
Just thinking that if my husband raised his head a little, the insertion part would be visible made me feel a lot.
And again, the husband finished inside me.
In front of my husband, the husband's semen was dripping from me.
I couldn't move from on top of the husband for a while.
My body's convulsions had started at some point.
Even though the husband stood above my husband's head, I didn't care and cleaned the husband's thing with my mouth.
'Did it feel good?' the husband asked, and I nodded while still holding it in my mouth.
The next time with the husband was on January 3rd, after the New Year.
After visiting each other's families until the 2nd, we drank.
That time, we drank at my house, but after my husband and the wife passed out, I was made to masturbate by the husband's order.
In front of my husband and the wife, who were passed out and sleeping, I was made to beg the husband many times and say a lot of lewd words before being pampered by the husband.
Since then, I have started contacting the husband myself.
I am held about once every two weeks.
I know I have to get out of it someday, but I can't escape.
