My husband wants to videotape me having sex.
He invited his new friend Marcus to our apartment.
A bit before 8:pm the door bell rang. I had already changed into my lingerie.
My husband greeted him at the door and lead him into the front room. I hesitated a few
minutes before following them.
Marcus had a seat on the couch. My husband sat in the armchair. As I approached the couch,
I slipped the short black robe off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
I sat on the open space on the couch. Across the coffee table, my husband was toying with his
video camera. My husband started talking about the camera's new lens, his voice a low drone
about aperture settings and focal lengths. His new friend hadn't taken his eyes off me since I walked in.
Marcus shifted slightly on the couch cushion beside me, his leg brushing mine for a second.
My husband kept talking, oblivious.
I stood up tall, hoping the movement would draw both their gazes.
My fingers slipped into the waistband of my thin lace panties. I hooked my thumbs there,
letting the elastic snap back softly against my hips. Marcus’s eyes tracked the motion
like a hawk watching prey.
My husband finally looked up from his camera, his brow furrowing as he saw me standing half-naked
in front of both of them. He opened his mouth to speak, probably about lighting or angles. With a
deliberate push, both hands slid the panties down my legs and stepped out of them.
It was surely like a challenge.
Marcus didn’t hesitate. He stood, his gaze locked on mine, and removed all of his clothes.
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