It all started with me getting excited, or saying, more excited by filming my wife while we had sex. The way her boobs bounce, nipples get erect and the view of her pussy between her ass and thighs. Everything gave me a high.
The view of her looking at me while giving me a blowjob comes really well on my phone. I was somewhere recreating porn videos, and she didn’t mind either. All she asked was not to show her.
In her mid-30s, she is sexy with meat in the right place, a bit more in a few others, and I love that. I love groping her naked boobs at night, grabbing her ass and scooping my fingers deep inside her pussy.
I got the habit of using online platforms for adult content. I was an active member of some of those groups where men shared their private pics. They even live-streamed sex sessions with their partners.
Influenced enough, I, too, started sharing my wife’s pictures, editing her face. The responses were absolutely fantastic and gave me enough incentive to post and share more.
I, too, live-streamed her while she was taking my dick in her mouth. I shared her naked body, rubbing her thighs and tummy and, based on requests, played with her nipples. All this was done without revealing her identity or mine until I got a message.
The message read, ‘Never knew Shruti was this wild.’ My heart skipped not one but many beats. It took a while for me to realise the gravity of the situation. Shruti didn’t know what happened. But she felt my hard, thumping dick in her mouth, losing its strength.
In no time, I was completely out of zone. I struggled to make excuses and locked myself in the restroom. Without checking who messaged me, I deleted the app.
After a few weeks, I was convinced that the message was not related, or I read something else. Life went on until he showed me our video. My colleague Ravi saw our wedding photo next to the bed while I was live in the app.
After showing me the video, he wrapped his hand around me and told me that he wanted to see more. I was shocked, shattered and annoyed with my own actions. I couldn’t reason with him.
The next day, I told him that I would call him and show him having sex. I told him that Shruti shouldn’t know about it, and he agreed.
I video-called him on WhatsApp and asked him to put himself on mute. Then I pulled Shruti to our bedroom and told her that I was in the mood. I slowly kissed her neck and smooched her. She loves to kiss and gets horny when our tongues meet.
I knew she was ready and, without her realising, kept the phone in position for Ravi to see. Ravi could see everything but our faces. I undressed Shruti, facing the camera. I took the top off while I stood behind her.
Kissing her ear lobe, then the bra, showing her big, round boobs and already erect nipples. I, too, was getting excited knowing someone was watching and kept kissing her while pinching her nipples. In no time, we were both naked.
She, without telling me, dropped to her knees to suck my dick. I couldn’t stop her or hide her face from the camera. Ravi could see her licking my balls, draining me all in her mouth. Knowing I came in her mouth, she stood up and left the room to clean herself.
Shruti eyeballed my phone and was shocked to see it was a video call with Ravi. She covered her face and ran out of the room. A lot happened from then, conversations that were not pleasant. We were both not new to sexual adventures, but she felt offended.
Rightly so, as I didn’t ask her consent, and it was someone close to us in our day-to-day life. Putting a lot of courage, Shruti and I called Ravi to ask him to delete any videos and pictures. Seeing Shruti tense, Ravi instantly agreed to remove them.
We were happy and wanted to ensure there were no odd feelings. To that, Shruti insisted on Ravi joining us for dinner that night. We had a good chat and a laugh about what happened. I apologised to Shruti in front of Ravi.
It was all settled until Ravi said that he wanted to see Shruti naked once before he would forget this. We should have thought about inviting him for dinner, but it was late, and this situation was awkward. I don’t know how, but Shruti agreed.
As I gave her a look, she shouted at me, saying I have already shown him everything. What is there not to show now? Fact, but still, I was not prepared for that. Shruti went to the bedroom and, after some time, called me and asked me to bring Ravi in.
I had my head down when we entered the bedroom. Shruti was standing naked, leaning against the wall with her eyes almost closed. Ravi went closer and touched her nipples. I could see her body getting goosebumps and an instant erection of nipples.
Ravi spoke nothing but groped Shruti’s boobs. He slowly kissed her nipples one after the other until Shruti left a moan. Ravi went closer to Shruti’s face and took his fingers down to her vagina. Shruti opened her eyes out of shock from his touch, but instead saw his face too close to hers.
In no time, Ravi kissed Shruti, and she responded by opening her mouth. I was standing and watching my colleague exploring my naked wife. Ravi unbuttoned his pants and pulled his dick out.
A monster, 8-inch long, 3-inch-thick black dick dripping pre cum was getting massaged in his hands with the tip touching Shruti’s tummy. Ravi placed Shruti’s hand on his dick and stroked it. She went down and took him in her mouth until it was hard.
Shruti lay on the bed, spreading her legs, inviting Ravi to fuck her, without a condom. Ravi was stroking him hard, and all this without saying a word. Shruti called me with a wave of her hands and got me to give her my dick. From that day, Shruti still has sex with Ravi, with and without me.