The air in the room was thick with anticipation, a mix of nerves and excitement settling between us as we sat in the dim glow of the living room. The three of us, Daniel, Will, and me, were about to cross a line we had been tiptoeing around for weeks, and it felt electric.

After Will, my brother-in-law, discovered that I wrote erotica, my husband, Daniel, had surprised me by encouraging me to take it a step further, to turn fantasy into reality. He wanted me to sleep with Will, not just for my own pleasure but to create something raw, something real, a living story for him to witness. And he didn’t just want it to happen; he insisted that we film it.

What started as a single wild night soon evolved as Daniel and I realized how much we loved being watched, how much the thrill of the camera heightened everything. That discovery led us to OnlyFans, where our private desires became public pleasure, and the response was intoxicating.

Of course, Will had found it. He had watched every video; seen every moment we had shared on-screen. And eventually, he asked to be part of it.

Daniel leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his eyes flicking between Will and me. He was eager, just as turned on as I was, but he needed to say the words out loud. He needed to set his expectations, not as rules, but to make sure we all knew what we were stepping into. "I just want to be clear before we start. No limits, nothing off the table, as long as Katie is enjoying herself. That’s the only rule. This is about her pleasure."

I swallowed hard, heat rising in my body. I loved that about Daniel, how much he wanted me to enjoy myself, how much it turned him on to see me lost in it. The thought of him watching, recording, knowing he would be reliving this moment over and over, sent a deep pulse of need through me.

Will nodded, his gaze sliding to me. “And what do you want, Katie?”

My stomach tightened, my thighs pressing together as heat coiled low inside me. I had wanted this for so long, longer than I had admitted to myself. The idea of being taken by another man while my husband watched, it had been an intoxicating fantasy for months. And now, it was real.

I turned to Daniel first, locking eyes with him. “I want you to watch me,” I whispered, my voice betraying my need. “I want you to see everything. I want to feel you there, recording every second while I fuck your brother.”

Will let out a low groan, adjusting himself slightly. “I want that too,” Daniel murmured. “I want to see you screaming in pleasure as Will fucks you.”

Will shifted beside me, his expression unreadable for a moment before his lips curled into a small smirk. "I get it. This is really about you two. I’m just lucky to be here."

His words made my stomach flutter, my breath hitching slightly. There was no denying how attractive Will was, confident, sure of himself, and the way he looked at me made my skin feel feverish. He wasn’t in love with me, and I wasn’t in love with him, but he wanted me, and I wanted him too. 

Daniel’s fingers tapped against his knee before he leaned back slightly, looking at Will. "We don’t use names. We keep our faces hidden from the camera. That’s how we do it, always. It keeps things anonymous, as much as we can anyway."

Will nodded, his gaze sliding over to me. "Got it."

I was quiet, my pulse thrumming as I watched them talk, eager to get started but knowing this conversation had to happen first.

Will stretched, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off the last bit of hesitation. "Then let’s do it."

I stood; my legs unsteady but my body thrumming with need. Will’s eyes never left me as I reached for his hand, his grip firm, warm, steady. I led him toward the stairs, my breath shallow, my anticipation thick in the air around us.

Behind us, Daniel followed, camera in hand, his own breathing just as ragged as mine.

We stepped into the bedroom, the air inside feeling even heavier, charged with anticipation. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast flickering shadows against the walls, and I felt my skin prickle as Will and I moved toward the bed. I could hear Daniel behind us readying the camera.

The red light blinked. It was recording.

Daniel gave a small nod, his expression unreadable except for the unmistakable hunger in his eyes. That single motion sent a shiver through me, sealing the moment.

I turned to Will, my breath catching. His gaze locked onto mine, sharp but uncertain, the weight of the moment pressing down on both of us. My stomach fluttered with nerves, but excitement burned just beneath them. I hesitated only for a second before I reached up, brushing my fingers along the edge of his jaw.

Will exhaled, a slow breath as his hands found my waist. The first kiss was tentative, cautious, both of us feeling nervous.

Then I saw Daniel’s eyes. The hunger in them, the raw desire as he watched me, sent a deep thrill through my body. He wanted this. He wanted to see me enjoy this, give myself over to it utterly. The realization made my pulse spike, my body hum with anticipation.

I slid my hands into Will’s hair, pressing closer, my kiss turning from hesitant to hungry. I wasn’t just kissing, I was performing. For Daniel. For the camera. For the people who would watch this later. The thousands of eyes on me making me feel exposed, and lighting a fire in me only one thing could quench.

A soft moan escaped me as Will’s grip tightened. His confidence grew, his hesitation fading as he felt me melt into him. His hands roamed, exploring the curve of my back, the swell of my hips, drawing me closer until there was no space between us.

Daniel let out a low sound from behind the camera, barely audible, but I heard it. Felt it.

The sound spurred me on, making my body burn hotter. My lips moved hungrily against Will’s, my breath quickening. I was eager now, no longer nervous, no longer holding back.

I wanted this. I wanted to give Daniel exactly what he had been craving to see.

Will's fingers traced the hem of my top, his touch slow and deliberate, teasing the moment out for both of us, for Daniel, for the camera. My breath caught as I lifted my arms, letting him pull the fabric over my head. The cool air of the bedroom kissed my bare skin. 

I reached for the buttons of Will's shirt, fingers slightly unsteady, but as I pushed the fabric apart, my nerves faded. My touch grew more confident as I dragged my hands down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath my palms. 

Will's lips curled into a small smile as he reached behind me, fingers deftly unhooking my bra. The straps slid down my arms, and I let it fall away, standing before him, exposed, waiting, my nipples pebbling instantly as they were exposed to the cool room. He sucked in a breath, his eyes devouring me as if seeing me for the first time. My skin burned under his gaze, my heart hammering in my chest, but I didn’t look away. I turned slightly, making sure Daniel had the perfect view.

Daniel made a soft noise behind the camera, a quiet, hungry exhale. The knowledge that he was watching, recording, reliving every moment, made my stomach tighten with need.

I reached for Will’s belt, taking my time as I unfastened it, loving the way his breath changed as I worked the leather free. He didn’t stop me, didn’t rush me, just let me explore, let me take my time. I pushed his jeans down over his hips, revealing the tight stretch of fabric beneath, his arousal impossible to hide.

He was just as turned on as I was.

Will stepped out of his clothes, standing before me in nothing but his boxers, and I took in the sight of him, my breath shallow. He was gorgeous and toned, but it was the way he looked at me that made my skin tingle.

Daniel adjusted the camera, making sure to catch every movement, every reaction. The red light blinked steadily, recording it all.

Will reached for my underwear, sliding his fingers along my hips before slipping them down, letting them pool at my feet. I stepped out of them, completely bare now, completely on display. I turned my head slightly, meeting Daniel’s gaze. His expression was dark, filled with raw hunger.

Will's hands moved to my shoulders, applying gentle pressure, guiding me backwards until the backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed. I let myself sink down onto the mattress, my legs parting instinctively. The anticipation buzzed between us, thick and undeniable.

Daniel moved, making sure he had the perfect angle.

Will knelt between my legs, his hands sliding slowly down my thighs, his touch warm and deliberate. He took his time, teasing me, savoring the moment like he knew exactly how much I was aching for it. His fingers traced over my skin, sending delicious shivers through me, making me writhe beneath him before he even truly touched me.

I sucked in a breath as his mouth descended, his lips pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of my thigh. My fingers clenched at the sheets as he worked his way upward, his breath hot against my skin, his pace agonizingly slow. The first flick of his tongue made my entire body jolt, a gasp escaping my lips before I could stop it.

Daniel exhaled sharply from behind the camera, a deep, guttural sound that sent another pulse of arousal through me. I turned my head slightly, catching a glimpse of him standing there completely absorbed in what was happening before him.

The knowledge made me even wetter.

Will's tongue moved with skill and precision, teasing and tasting, alternating between feather-light strokes and firm pressure. His fingers joined in, parting me, spreading my slickness, making it easier for him to delve deeper, licking into me in slow, torturous circles. I gasped, my hips lifting from the bed, seeking more, needing more.

"Fuck, she tastes so good," Will murmured against me, his voice low, appreciative. His tongue flicked over my most sensitive spot, drawing a desperate moan from my lips.

Daniel let out another low sound of approval. "That's it," he murmured, voice husky with arousal. "Make her moan."

The words sent a wave of pleasure through me, my body tightening, heat coiling deep in my core. Will obeyed, his pace increasing, his tongue working me relentlessly hitting just the right spot. I gasped, moaned, completely lost in the sensation, my body trembling under his touch.

But Will suddenly pulled back, leaving me panting, desperate. My whimper of protest barely left my lips before his fingers replaced his tongue, thrusting deep inside me, curling just right. The shift in sensation sent a fresh wave of pleasure through me, my body arching into his touch.

Daniel moved in, stepping closer, the camera hovering just inches away. He wanted the perfect close-up to capture every wet sound, every twitch of my body under Will’s touch. The lens focused as Will worked me open, his fingers plunging deep, his other hand gripping my thigh to hold me still.

The intensity of being filmed this closely sent another shiver through me, my arousal spilling onto Will’s hand as he continued, determined, controlled, so utterly skilled. I moaned, unable to hold back, my hips moving in rhythm with his hand.

"That’s it," Daniel murmured, his voice thick with arousal as he watched, his breathing uneven. "Let them see how much you love this. How wet you are for him."

The words pushed me closer to the edge. I could hear everything, the slick sound of Will’s fingers moving inside me, the whirr of the camera adjusting, Daniel’s ragged breaths as he took it all in. Every bit of it built the tension higher, my body desperate to fall apart beneath their hands, their eyes, the camera that would immortalize this moment forever.

Will slowly brought me to a quivering orgasm, his fingers working me open, my arousal spilling out of me, soaking his hand as I cried out. The close-up shot captured everything, my body shaking, my lips parted in bliss, my thighs trembling around his wrist as the pleasure consumed me.

Then Will leaned in, his tongue teasing against my flowing juices, tasting me with slow, deliberate strokes, making me shudder as the aftershocks pulsed through me. Daniel focused the camera in as Will licked me clean, savoring every drop of my release.

I lay back, my body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure, my breath uneven as I came down from the high Will had given me. The air in the room felt thick with heat, heavy with the scent of sex and anticipation for what was coming next.

Slowly, I pushed myself up, my limbs still trembling slightly, and my eyes flicked to Daniel. He was standing behind Will, the camera focused, locked onto my every movement, his lips parted as he took in the sight of my bare, glistening body. The hunger in his gaze made my stomach tighten. He wanted more. He wanted to see me do more.

Will was still kneeling between my legs, his hands resting on my thighs, watching me with a smirk of satisfaction. He was enjoying this, knowing he had made me climax.

I pushed up onto my knees, reaching for Will, my hands sliding up his toned stomach to his chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my fingertips. The shift in control sent a fresh wave of excitement through me. I wanted to give Daniel a show. I wanted him to see me take another man, his brother, into my mouth, to watch as I pleasured Will right in front of him.

Will let out a small breath as my hands trailed lower, fingers running under the waistband of his boxers. I looked up at him, my lips parting, waiting for permission I didn’t need, but the moment of hesitation made the anticipation even more unbearable.

Will smirked, shifting slightly, giving me the invitation I was waiting for. I tugged at his boxers, peeling them down his hips, revealing him fully. My breath hitched as I took him in, thick, hard, pulsing in front of me.

Behind the camera, Daniel exhaled, his grip tightening on the equipment. I could feel his anticipation, his eagerness. This was what he wanted, to see me like this, on my knees for another man, taking him in, showing off for him and for the camera.

I leaned forward, my tongue flicking out to tease the tip, tasting the faint saltiness of him. Will let out a low groan, his hands moving to my hair, fingers curling but not forcing. He let me take control, let me set the pace.

I wrapped my lips around him, slowly taking him into my mouth, feeling the weight of him on my tongue. The sounds of my sucking filled the room, wet and obscene, and Daniel groaned quietly behind the camera. That sound sent a thrill through me. I wanted to hear more. I wanted to push him further.

I moved with eager lust, taking Will deeper, my tongue swirling, my lips around him. Will let out a sharp breath, his body tensing slightly. 

Daniel moved in closer, the lens of the camera trained on my mouth, on the slow, teasing way I dragged my tongue along the underside of Will’s cock. I could feel the weight of my husband’s gaze, feel the heat of his breath as he watched his wife sucking off his brother, recording every filthy detail. The way my wet lips slid down, the way my cheeks hollowed as I sucked, the way my fingers wrapped around the base, stroking in time with my movements. 

I let myself fall into a rhythm, my tongue swirling around him, teasing the sensitive ridge beneath the tip before taking him deeper, inch by inch. The slick heat of my mouth enveloped him, and I heard Will suck in a breath, his fingers tightening ever so slightly in my hair.

I moaned around Will, the vibration pulling a sharp hiss from his lips. His fingers curled tighter in my hair, not forcing, just guiding, letting me know how much he loved this. How much he needed this.

“God, she’s perfect like this,” Will groaned, his voice strained. I could feel his pulse against my tongue, the way his body tensed beneath my hands. He was holding himself back, trying not to let go too soon.

"Fuck," Will groaned, his voice rough, strained. "You’re good at this."

I let his cock slip from my mouth just long enough to smirk up at him. "I know," I murmured, stroking him with slow, deliberate movements before flicking my tongue against his tip once more.

Daniel adjusted the focus, zooming in as I took Will deep again, my throat tightening, my hands gripping his thighs to steady myself. His moans grew rougher, his body trembling slightly under my expert attention.

The sight of Daniel watching me so intently sent another thrill through me. I was performing for my husband, making sure he saw everything, making sure he loved every second of it.

I continued, sucking him with deep, eager strokes, feeling my own arousal building again. I felt myself recovering, the fire within me reigniting, my body begging for more.

Slowly, I pulled away from Will, letting my tongue flick teasingly over his tip one last time before sitting back on my heels. With a slow, deliberate motion, I pressed my hands against Will’s chest and pushed him backwards onto the bed. He landed with a quiet grunt, propping himself up slightly on his elbows as he looked at me with anticipation. My body was already...