The text Chet sent him said “going away on a business trip. come over?” When Bill saw it, there was no doubt in his mind about what they were going to do.

He, Chet, and Chet’s wife, Sol, had an arrangement. An unusual kind of arrangement where he was the third one in their bedroom. There were no feelings involved beyond lust, although sometimes he wished Sol wasn’t married so he could hit on her. Obviously, there was no way she would choose him over the rich and successful businessman Chet was. Bill had fumbled the last touchdown in college football, then continued to fumble the next ten years of his life. If being invited to a threesome was the most he could get, he’d gladly take it.

He hit the gas after reading Chet’s message, and before long, Bill was at their door. His mind was running wild with anticipation, fantasizing about what they’d do. Last time, he finally got to fuck Sol, putting it inside her until she moaned and came. Bill didn’t know how they were going to top that, but he was excited to find out.

“Hi, Bill!” Chet opened the door in nothing but his briefs, cheerful as always. His ginger curls bobbed as he gave Bill a once-over. “You look good. Come in.”

Bill followed him into the house, trying and failing not to count the freckles on his back. “So, you’re going on a business trip?” he asked.

“Yes, and it’s terrible. Sol’s choked up about it, and I know she’ll miss me a lot. That’s why I suggested you come over today to cheer her up!” Chet gave Bill a wicked grin and opened the door to their bedroom.

As always, Sol was waiting for them inside. She was sitting on the bed and fussing over the condoms and lube on the nightstand, which Bill realized she had set out because of him. Sol and Chet probably didn’t use condoms when they were alone. Thinking about it made his skin prickle with envy.

“Hello,” Sol said, greeting him with a smile. Bill gave her a melty smile back. She was exactly his type, sweet and gentle with a feminine sway to her hips. The first time he saw her on a magazine cover, he was taken aback, shocked that he knew a model and sometimes fucked her. Sol was firm that she only modelled to help her designer cousin, though, and that being a housewife was her primary occupation.

She had an air of melancholy today, which Bill guessed was because Chet was going away. When Chet saw her, he leapt forward and drew her into a hug. “There, there, it’s okay,” he said, rubbing her back. “I’ll make it up to you later.”

“Make it up to me now,” Sol whined.

He grinned like it was exactly what he wanted to do. “That’s the plan! In fact, I have something that’ll cheer you right up.” He whipped out a camcorder and brandished it proudly. “Bill’s going to film us making love so you can watch it while I’m away. Of course, I want to watch it too, maybe we can even call and watch it together.”

At the sight of the camera, Bill spluttered. “Hey, hey, you want me to film porn?!”

“It’s a home movie,” Chet corrected him.

“I think it’s a great idea,” Sol said, giving her husband an adoring look. She drew closer and placed her hand on his shoulder, sneaking a glance at Bill. “I’ve always wanted to see what our intimacy looks like through a third person’s eyes.”

Bill was done for. Now that she said that, there was no way he wasn’t going to do it. For the first time in his life, he was going to film a married couple having sex. He was going to be the cameraman in their amateur porn video.

He’d thought nothing could beat the time Sol spread her legs and let him fuck her, but this was something else entirely.

“Alright, fine. Pass me the camera,” he said. Chet plopped it into his hand and he held it up, examining it. It was a nice, expensive model that made him nervous to use. Bill pressed the play button and pointed it at him, testing to see if it worked. “Hey, do I get a copy of the video too?” he asked.

“Yeah, obviously, so make sure to film us well.” Chet chuckled and threw an arm around Sol’s waist, pulling her close. “Let’s start now.”

Sol looked at the camera nervously. “What do I do, Chet?” she asked, playing with her hair. “I’ve never done video before...”

“Just pretend the camera isn’t there and enjoy yourself. It’ll be like every other time we’ve done it,” Chet reassured her. He stood on his tiptoes and cradled her face, bringing her down for a kiss.

“Mm... okay, I’ll try.” Sol looped her arms around Chet’s neck, clearly flustered. Still, when he leaned up for another kiss, she closed her eyes and met him enthusiastically. Sol was the first one to part her lips and bring the kiss deeper, moaning into her husband’s mouth. Pressing against him, she tilted her head as their mouths moved softly, then passionately.

Chet broke them apart with a cheeky smile. “Good girl,” he said, and Sol flushed.

Bill was turning red too. By now, he was no stranger to seeing them in sexual situations but this was new. He had always been a participant, except now he was a watcher. A lens separated them, like looking into a private moment between two lovers, even if he knew they were putting on a show for him.

The camera kept filming as Sol and Chet kissed hotly, flashes of tongue slipping out from between their mouths. Both of them were breathing heavily, their movements getting dirtier and sloppier the longer they kissed. Sol made a shaky, desperate noise, and then Chet’s hands were on her, grabbing her butt and pulling her flush to meet him.

“What are you wearing today?” Chet said, his voice deep and growly. He kneaded her ass through the skirt Sol was wearing. With a long, black skirt like that, it was impossible to tell what was under it.

Sol giggled. “Guess,” she told him, grinding back teasingly.

“The red one?”

“No.”

“Black then.”

“You’re getting closer.” Turning to the camera, she gave Bill a dazzling smile. “You can guess too, Bill.”

Bill gulped and looked her over. It wasn’t easy to guess when everything looked good on her. “Black lace?” he said, taking a shot in the dark. It was what he thought would be sexiest.

“You got it,” Sol said, pleased. She pulled down her skirt, followed by her top. As her clothes fell to the ground, Bill was rewarded with the sight of Sol in lingerie.

Black lace wasn’t enough to describe it. Her bra was made of sheer mesh embroidered with flowers that he could see her nipples through. When Bill looked down, her panties didn’t hide anything either.

The moment Chet saw, he went wild. He grabbed Sol and kissed her hard, fiercely groping her. Sol squeaked as he squeezed her breasts through the mesh, the soft flesh giving way to his fingers. “This is sex underwear,” he mumbled. Letting out a ragged breath, he pulled away dazedly. “You’re so hot. Do a spin for the camera, Sol.”

Sol nodded. She did a spin and stopped, shyly covering herself now that she was facing the camera. Bill’s hands shook as he recorded her. “Does she always wear sexy stuff for you?” he asked in a choked voice.

“Yeah,” Chet said smugly. “All the time, whenever I ask and even when I don’t.”

“You lucky bastard,” Bill muttered. He was never going to stop being jealous of Chet.

Chet sat down on the bed, motioning for Sol to sit on his lap, facing the camera. When she did, he nipped at her neck while touching her over her panties, making his wife groan. “Spread your legs,” he said.

Sol threw an arm around his shoulders and slowly opened her legs. Bill shuffled closer and aimed the camcorder at the wet spot on her panties, where she was dripping with need.

“I know I’m wet, don’t focus on it,” Sol whimpered. Saying that, she thrust herself forward and showed off more.

“I bet you’d love it if people saw you like this.” Chet’s hand rested possessively over her crotch. He licked the shell of her ear and whispered hotly into it. “You should wear this next time we go out. This sheer, sexy little thing under your clothes and no one would know.” His fingers rubbed Sol’s clit over the lace.

Sol squeezed her eyes shut and panted. “I’d like it, I like feeling sexy. I love that you find me sexy, Chet.”

Hearing that, Chet buried his face in Sol’s shoulder. He mumbled something incomprehensible, the tips of his ears red, and when he looked up again, there was newfound determination on his face. “I’ll show you how hot you are,” he told her firmly.

His fingers dipped under her panties, penetrating her cunt. Sol gasped and shuddered, forcing herself to stay still as they moved in and out of her. As Chet’s fingers turned shiny with slick, her legs shook with the effort of holding herself together.

His index and middle fingers dragged along her inner walls, making lewd, wet noises. Sol whimpered, covering her mouth when she caught herself doing it. She threw her head back and clung to Chet, pushing her hips up and forward. Bill was endlessly grateful to capture it all on film.

“Are you gonna come?” Chet asked with a smirk. His hand shifted, burying his fingers inside of her before crooking them. “Come for the camera, Sol,” Chet whispered, and it was over.

With a loud gasp, Sol went tense. Her eyes squeezed shut, a desperate moan escaping from her lips as she rode out her first orgasm of the session.

With a white-knuckled grip, Bill kept the camera trained on Sol as he captured every moment. His breath came out low and heavy, and his pants were painfully tight. It was incredibly frustrating not being able to touch them, either of them.

Chet drew his fingers out of Sol’s panties and licked them clean. With a wicked smirk, he grabbed her waist and pulled her back into his lap. “I’m still hard, you know,” he told her.

Sol stirred from her post-orgasmic daze and looked down. Sure enough, his bulge was standing stiff through his briefs. She turned around and stuck a hand between them to grope it, making Chet groan. “Do you want it inside me?” she said with a flirty smile, continuing to play with him through the fabric.

“Yeah,” Chet said. “Show Bill how you ride me.”

Sol blushed as if realizing she had an audience for the first time. She gave Bill a bashful smile, reaching up to undo the clasp of her bra. Letting her breasts go free, she kicked off her panties and faced him. “I’m going to ride my husband,” she said shyly. “Watch me.”

Chet shucked off his underwear and laid down on the bed. He held Sol’s waist as she straddled him reverse cowgirl style, hovering above his dick. Stroking him, Sol guided him to her pussy and positioned herself. With a deep breath, she sat down, gasping when the head popped inside of her.

“You can move slowly if you’re still sensitive,” Chet grunted, running his hands along her stomach. He let out a ragged breath and gripped her tightly, clearly straining for control. Even though his words meant one thing, his body meant another.

She responded by taking him all the way in, seating herself fully on his cock with a groan. Overwhelmed, Sol leaned back with her arms behind her, legs spread open.

“Fuck yes,” Bill swore. In this position, she was showing everything to him. He could see where she and Chet connected between her legs, her pussy stretched wide by his cock. He stared at her body and wished he was in Chet’s place.

Sol gave him a heated look and reached down to rub herself. “Do you like it?” When Bill nodded, she shot him a satisfied smile and lifted herself up. She began to ride Chet’s dick, going up and down while circling her hips. After a while, she established a smooth rhythm, her breasts bouncing in time with her movements. Sol didn’t seem to care about being filmed anymore, only the way Chet was pounding in and out of her.

As she rode him harder, her motions became increasingly desperate. Sol threw her head back and moaned, grinding down on him. “Fill me up, Chet, I love having you inside me,” she babbled, hips twitching like she was about to lose it. Behind her, Chet made a desperate noise. “Make me come a second time, I know you can do it.”

Bill’s sanity was on the brink. The dirty talk was the last straw and his pants were going to burst if he didn’t do something. It was a wonder he lasted this long at all. Without taking his eyes off them, he shakily unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out.

Sol suddenly stopped. Her gaze flicked to his crotch before looking him in the face. Through eyes addled by lust, she leaned forward and licked her lips. “I can do that for you,” she said breathily.

“But the camera…” Bill could’ve slapped himself for saying that, but luckily, Sol didn’t let it stop her. She reached over and brushed against his dick, losing her grip at the last minute. Sol made a frustrated noise and tried again, but multitasking was harder than it seemed.

“I have an idea,” Chet said from behind them. He stopped moving and sat up on his elbows, shooting Bill a lopsided grin. “Let’s change positions. I’ll do Sol from behind and you can have her mouth, Bill.”

“Thank god,” Bill said, glad that he was finally going to get a piece of the action. His dick sprung to life, twitching impatiently as he yanked down his pants and threw off his shirt. He motioned to the camera in his hand. “Do I still have to hold this?” he grumbled.

“Yes,” Chet said, giving him a pointed look. “This is the best part, you’ll want to watch it later. Here, lift yourself off me, Sol.”

Sol got up with an eager look on her face. The idea seemed to please her immensely, even as Chet’s cock slid out of her and flopped wetly onto his stomach. A string of liquid connected them before breaking, which Bill caught on camera. Maybe Chet was right to make him keep filming.

The three of them shuffled around, getting into position. Bill stood where he was at the edge of the bed while Sol got on all fours facing him. Chet kneeled behind her, nudging himself forward until he was rubbing against Sol’s ass.

“Looking desperate, Bill. Really aching for it, huh?” Chet said. He raised an eyebrow and met his gaze smugly.

“Shut up,” Bill snapped, pointing the camera at him spitefully. He tried not to think about how close Sol’s mouth was to his cock, or how he could feel her breath. If she moved forward by the slightest amount, her lips would brush against him. “It’s not my fault you made me watch.”

Chet licked his lips. “We’ll make it up to you. Go on, Sol.” He slid his cock over her cunt, encouraging her from behind.

Sol moaned quietly and grabbed Bill’s erection. Without wasting any time, she dove down and licked him, her tongue flitting out to lap at the tip. Bill groaned right away, the wet warmth sending a shiver through his body. Finally, the boiling tension within him was being released.

As she took him into her mouth, Chet made a pleased noise. He grabbed her hips and pushed in, splitting her pussy open for the second time. A low moan escaped his mouth as he shoved deep inside, making her take him all the way. “Good job, Sol, you look amazing like this.”

Sol’s spine arched and she closed her eyes, sucking harder on Bill. She licked his length with renewed enthusiasm, a pleased smile from the praise. Her mouth was soft and wet, and the suction felt amazing, not to mention the sight of her. Bill pointed the camera down and panned it over her body, capturing the holes where she was being filled.

He couldn’t believe what was happening right now. Sol was on her hands and knees between them, stuffed in both ends from their cocks. He and Chet had never fucked her at the same time before, but always took turns. Now, the three of them were connected. Bill hadn’t realized it would be weirdly intimate.

Chet made eye contact with him and grinned. He was rutting his hips with renewed vigour, pounding smoothly into her. Each time he thrust in, their skin slapped together and made a rhythmic, filthy noise that had Bill blushing. Chet fucked his wife in such a confident, masculine way that Bill had no doubt he fulfilled his duties in bed perfectly.

“Pull her hair, Bill, but not too hard,” he ordered. There was a glint in his eye that made it impossible to say no. Bill quickly obeyed and was rewarded by a blissful moan. “Hear that? She likes it dirty. Come on, Sol, show him your slutty side.”

“Please,” Sol begged, an expression of pure delight on her face. She gave him a wanton, submissive look that said he could do anything and she’d thank him.

“Make her deep-throat you,” Chet said. He grinned and slapped her ass, making her cry out again.

Bill pushed aside the twinge of irritation from being bossed around by Chet. There was no refusing him, so he tightened his fingers in Sol’s hair and pushed her down onto his shaft. He had to clench his stomach to stay balanced but it was all the better that he was filming. Bill forced her to swallow him and felt her tongue press against him, licking and rubbing wherever she could. A flick against a sensitive spot had his hips jerking, but even then, Sol just choked and took it.

“Damn it,” he said as heat overtook him. He gritted his teeth and steadied himself, praying he wouldn’t come. “Fuck, fuck, how do you keep up with her, Chet?!”

“I tire her out before she tires me out,” Chet replied. A hard jerk of his hips sent Sol jolting forward with a wail. “You gotta find Sol’s sensitive spots and hit. Every. Single. One.” Each word was punctuated by a thrust that had her legs shaking. As Sol rocked back onto him, Chet gave Bill a heated glance. “I could do the same with you, too.”

“Not now.” Even though he was straight, Bill found himself seriously considering it. Chet had a presence in the bedroom that made it easy to do anything he said. The idea was tempting and made his dick twitch, so he looked down to avoid thinking about it.

Sol had a cock-drunk, lust-addled look on her face. Her lips were parted around his shaft, a string of saliva dripping down her chin. There didn’t seem to be a single thought in her head, only the raw, mindless chase of pleasure. As Bill drank in the sight of her coming undone, she glanced up towards the camera. At the same time, Chet thrust hard, sending her careening forward with Bill’s cock down her throat.

Sol moaned loudly, the sound vibrating all the way through him. Her body went tight, and her eyes rolled back as she succumbed to a long, deep orgasm that consumed her entire being. Bill met eyes with her right as she came, stuffed full of cock in both ends.

Afterwards, she panted and looked away, blushing at being seen. Chet waited until her breaths steadied and kept fucking her, and Bill followed his lead. By now, it was clear that Sol liked it better that way. She kept making whimpery little noises that meant she was sensitive, but there was a satisfied haze over her eyes.

Bill wasn’t going to complain about chasing his own orgasm, but he still hoped he would last longer than Chet. His camera hand was shaking wildly and he wasn’t sure where it was even pointing. “Shit,” he muttered. “Fuck, Sol, sorry if I come on your face.”

Heat pooled in his stomach as he lost it with a groan. Bill’s cock throbbed, sliding out of Sol’s mouth to erupt all over her face in one of the strongest orgasms of his life. Her eyes widened in surprise as ropes of cum dirtied her cheeks, dripping onto her chest.

When it was over, Bill pointed the camera at her semen-streaked face. “That’s hot,” he mumbled dazedly before his legs gave out.

He fell onto the bed and breathed deeply against the sheets. When he raised his head again, Bill realized Sol and Chet were still going. Now Chet had her doggy style, Sol’s face pressed into the bed as he drove into her cunt from behind. Sol looked absolutely debauched, and as Bill raised the camera towards them, she surrendered to her third orgasm, her entire body shaking.

Chet let out a loud moan and buried himself in her. He threw his head back and went still, coming inside of his wife. With a satisfied sigh, he caressed her hips but didn’t move. “Pass me the camera, Bill,” he said.

Bill reached over and handed it to him. Chet pointed it down and filmed himself pulling out, his cum leaking out of her. He thrust two fingers inside of her and played with his semen, chuckling when Sol stirred weakly. “No fourth time today, sorry.”

It was shocking how filthy he could be. Bill stared in awe as Chet stood up as if he hadn’t just finished an extremely vigorous fucking. “I’ll get us towels,” he said. With a grin and a wave, he skipped off merrily.

“How does he have so much energy?” Bill muttered, turning to Sol. He could barely sit up when his body ached like he had just run a marathon. “Is he always like this?”

Sol nodded, looking exhausted but pleased. When he stared at her, Bill understood the meaning of a post-coital glow. “Yes, I come multiple times before he does. I love how considerate he is about it.”

Before Bill could tell her that his inhuman stamina went beyond consideration, Chet came back. He tossed a towel to Bill and lovingly cleaned Sol with his own. “You were amazing,” he told her as he kissed her on the cheek, getting cum on his lips. Licking it off, he turned to Bill. “You weren’t bad either.”

Bill flushed. “Obviously not,” he said, looking away to hide how flustered he was from the warm, pleased expression on Chet’s face. Sol might have been made of pure, heady sex appeal but a single word from Chet could catch him off guard and send his world spinning. The two of them together were dangerous.

Chet smirked knowingly and picked up the camcorder. “It’ll be a great video,” he said, fiddling with it. “I’ll send it to you once it’s on my computer.”

Bill was looking forward to it, even if he knew it would be a long night of jerking off. “You’ll get it to me before your trip, right?”

“Of course. I want it ready before then too.” He gave Sol a woeful look, as if he was already yearning for her. “I’ll miss you so much, Sol.”

“I’ll miss you too,” Sol said sadly. She grabbed his hand and held it to her chest, pouting at him. “Do you have to be gone for so long? Three days is a lot.”

“Three days?” Bill couldn’t have heard correctly but Sol and Chet were nodding. “Seriously?! All this for three days?!”

Chet merely shrugged and kissed his wife on the lips.