Chapter 2

The brilliant sun threw a wide shaft of light on the thick carpet as it streamed through the opened curtains and flooded over the bed where the Edwards were still deep in slumber.

Stephan woke slowly as a gentle early morning breeze blew in through the half-open window and ruffled the sheet against his body. He squinted his eyes and raised his arm over his forehead as a shield against the daylight, then turned on his side on the bed in an attempt to escape the glittering yellow light. His arm curled around his wife's naked waist, his fingers trailing through the wispy pussy hairs that graced the juncture of her limply spread thighs.

She sure is sound asleep, he thought with a broad smile brightening his face. Taking those movies must have really turned her on--God! The way she was fucking me last night!

His eyes opened to confront a smooth tanned patch of his wife's shoulders. He opened his eyes completely, rolling over on his back, and glanced at the lovely, sweet-smelling body sleeping next to him. Her face was buried between uplifted lithe arms, leaving visible only a strand of long blonde hair, glistening golden in the early morning Sunday sunshine.

"Honey," he whispered, wanting to awaken her gently. A deep moan answered him. He repeated it, this time to be answered by a low, "Wanna sleep some more." The bedclothes rustled as she lay flat on her stomach.

Stephan silently lifted the covers and slid out of bed, heading for the kitchen where he filled the tea kettle with water. Instant coffee would do this morning. A mewing at the patio screen door alerted him to Gillian's cat's mournful face as he pressed his face to the mesh screen; he mewed again with greater insistence.

"Damn cat," growled the young husband, realizing that his morning ritual of drinking his first cup of coffee for the day in the nude would have to be altered by the demands of the cat. Christ, thought the irritated man, last time I let that cat in and fed it when I was naked as a jaybird, old Miss Prichett called the police. He padded over the thick living room carpet and, spying his bathrobe, picked it up and slid one arm through each sleeve. His sleep-puffy eyes fell on the film cassettes of his sexy young wife, and a broad salacious grin showed off his even white teeth. He went back into the kitchen.

With film cassettes in hand, he gave the cat a good morning greeting with a scratch behind each ear. He put the film in the viewer and watched them as he had watched them last night. Goddamn but she's sexy in these movies. Frank was right! They really do turn you on--and if I'm not mistaken, that means Gillian, too. Got to thank that brother of mine; that little son of a bitch is always right!

The tea kettle whistled its completion and, with a smile still jeweling his face, Stephan heaped a teaspoon of instant into a coffee mug and poured the steaming water into it, thinking: that's what I'll do! I won't go golfing with my pigheaded partner. Christ, if it wasn't for the investment I've been trying to pressure him into I wouldn't give him the time. Instead I'll go over to Frank's private studio to ask for some pointers. Besides, if I'm in luck maybe he'll be doing some shooting today.

Minutes later, after having checked in on his wife who lay cuddled in the middle of the bed, the covers pulled over her head to ward off the imminent morning sunlight and double-protected by Stephan's pillow hiding her blonde tresses, he slipped into the dressing room and pulled a shirt from its hanger.

Having written his wife a short note telling her he would be gone for a few hours, he slipped out of the house and into their Mercedes, a whistle on his lips and a song in his heart.

Frank was sitting having coffee with a friend of his, the owner of a film processing lab in the Big Apple, when Stephan rang the buzzer to Frank's private studio situated in a high rent district of New York City.

"Morning, Stephan," his younger brother greeted him, following his words with a cordial slap on the back. "Just having some coffee here with a friend of mine. Come in and meet Basil."

Stephan noticed the deep wrinkles lining his brother's eyes and the puffiness of the eyelids--a sure giveaway for a hangover. Secretly, Stephan wondered if Frank had taken one of his instant movie cameras along to the party. It was supposed to be a real swingin' affair; wasn't that what he said? Must be great having a social life like that. The older brother envied him.

A slender blond-haired man offered his hand to Stephan: "Pleased to meet ya. I'm Basil."

"Basil and I are trying to get our heads back on our shoulders after that party last night, isn't that so, Basil."

"That's no lie," chuckled Basil, reaching for a half-emptied bottle of brandy sitting on the end table by the sofa.

"I guess we did overindulge a little," admitted Frank ruefully. Frank indicated a director's chair with his name written in bold letters across the back, a gift from his wife, and seated himself on the sofa next to Basil. He cleared his throat, meeting Stephan's eyes; his own were twinkling. "Did you and Gillian, ah, try out the camera last night?"

Stephan felt heat inadvertently rise on his neck and cheeks as the remembrance of the previous evening's activities with his wife sprang full blown into his mind once more. "Well, we..." His eyes darted over to the sofa where Basil grinned knowingly at him. Damn, he thought. I wish Frank wouldn't be so open about these things. "We did take a few feet of film if that's what you mean."

Basil chuckled softly between sips of his brandy-coffee. "Ah, ha, the old movie-camera-on-the-wife trick," he rambled sagely.

Stephan searched for words, but none of an appropriate nature came to mind. It was as if his entire thinking process had stopped. He finally managed, "It's a great invention."

"Yep, did you take some naked movies of your wife?" asked his younger brother with embarrassing insistence.

Stephan's face grew even darker red, even beneath his bronze tan. "Yes, we took some of Gillian in the living room on the sofa."

Jesus, thought Stephan, I wish Frank would leave these questions for a more private meeting. How the hell do I know this idiot Basil won't call up Gillian and spill everything. She'd be on the phone to her lawyer in a second if she knew I was telling anybody about those movies.

"Did you take any in the bedroom?" the owner of the film laboratory asked. "That's the beauty of the timer."

"The timer?" Stephan assumed the innocent pose.

"The fifteen-second timer, the one I left for you to try out, remember?" His brother sat forward on the white sofa, waiting patiently for an answer. Then he leaned forward even further, dropping his voice conspiratorially. "How far would she let you go? Just a little cheesecake, or did she give you the whole pie?" He laughed heartily at his own humor.

"I... I'm not sure what you're talking about, Frank."

"Listen," started Basil, now on his feet, his empty coffee cup in hand en route to the kitchenette in the corner of the room. He rested his hand on Stephan's shoulder and, leaning down, said, "There's nothing to be ashamed of, you know. Almost everybody who tries out those instant Polaroids with the timers has the same ideas and does the same things. They're great little intimacy arousers. Gets you hornier than hell, especially if you use the timer so that you get shots of you and your cunt fucking away."

Immediately Stephan noted the use of the word cunt instead of wife.

"... Christ, you should have seen the girls get off on it at that party last night." He gave Stephan an extra pat on the shoulder before sauntering off for a refill. "Sorry, I didn't ask, but anybody else for a coffee and brandy? Sure does set you straight after a hangover, kinda like a good fuck when you're all uptight and strung out." He laughed and poured himself a cup.

Stephan stared at Basil. From the moment he set eyes on him he hadn't liked him. Well, my intuition served me right again. That man is sleazy as hell. Don't understand what Frank is doing with friends like that. He knew that Frank was often open about his sex life, but he was never coarse like Basil. Why, he was practically suggesting that he, Stephan, engage in lewd practices like well, like voyeurism, for God's sake! Self voyeurism was no better than jerking yourself off!

Basil settled himself back on the sofa, once more pouring a healthy shot of brandy into his steamy coffee and wincing with the scorching of the first sip. "When I first got into the film business, I owned a processing lab on the other side of town. I was really amazed at the number of fun-loving people who shared my interest. Christ! You should see some of the photographs people come in with to have blown up to life size and hang on their bedroom walls. And the movies, absolutely wild. Hell, I figured, why should they be having all the kicks?"

"You mean you take pictures of your wife? Naked?"

"Sure as hell do, Stephan." Basil crossed his long legs and set down his coffee cup, leaning forward on the sofa as if giving a sales pitch. "We take movies of each other fucking almost every night. Christ! You oughta see our collection. Why, thousands of people do the same thing all over the country these days. It's the in-thing to do." It was out of self-protection that Basil referred to 'his wife.'

Frank allowed his smile to widen. "That's why I suggested the movie camera, Stephan. Give you and Gillian's fucking a little lift. What's it been? Three years now? Sex getting a little too predictable for your tastes, huh?"

Stephan moistened his parched lips uncertainly. His brother had put him in an awkward position: what he and his wife did in the privacy of their own home was nobody's business but their own. But then again, this whole business of taking movies was getting out of hand, Frank putting it on a masculine-pride level and, assuming the role of the elder knowledgeable brother. Stephan refused to admit his naivete.

It wouldn't hurt, really, he reasoned to himself, to tell Frank about the movies he'd taken of Gillian last night. It was all innocent anyway. Gillian would never have to know: her communication with Frank was on the level of pure cordiality, with terse hellos and goodbyes.

Stephan placed his elbows on the arms of the chair and said in a low voice, "Well, we did get some good footage last night. Some... some cheesecake as you say."

"Good," said Frank with a broad grin. "Did you get a kick out of playing movie director?"

"Sure did, Frank."

Basil laughed. "Nude shots?"

Stephan felt himself flushing again. "Well, not really. More like old Coca-Cola calendar ads. Cheesecake, as you call them."

"Got a surprise for you, Stephan." Basil leaned forward on the sofa again. "Now I wouldn't show these to anybody but Frank, but since you're his brother and all, and because I like you, I'm gonna give you a Sunday morning lift." He reached down to his brief case at the edge of the sofa and clicking it open, removed a bulky white envelope.

Stephan's nervous grin gave way to a frown. This was getting out of hand. With trembling fingers he tore open the envelope and looked up to see Basil staring fixedly at his expression.

"Let me explain: these are some film cartridges taken from a different movie film. A couple people sent the film in for me to develop. I take out the good parts and take them with the Polaroid movie camera. I get all these cartridges and they get their film. Pretty, good racket, you know?" He laughed and settled back comfortably on the sofa.

Frank rose to his feet, his hand stroking his forehead nervously. Jesus, he thought, I wish Basil wouldn't explain his operation to everybody who steps foot in this studio. One of these days he's gonna get busted and I don't want to have my name and address on a warrant. "Hey, guys, 'scuse me, but I gotta set up for a shooting session tonight."

Stephan watched his brother disappear through the doorway into the studio. There was no way out of it, he was stuck with Basil and his lewd ideas of fucking.

Basil went over to a closet by the couch and came back with a viewer. He set it up and in a few seconds was showing the first cartridge. Stephan sucked in his breath sharply as his eyes watched the first frame on the screen. "My God!" he managed to whisper.

The first cassette was of a lithe, buxom blonde with an angelic face. From her innocent face, Stephan guessed her to be no more than eighteen years old. She was lying completely naked on her back in a lounge chair; her slender legs raised and widespread, hanging over the sides of the soft blue cushions so that the whole of her naked loins were displayed to the eye of the movie camera. Her hands were cupped teasingly around her blonde-furred pussy, framing the wide-splayed splendor of her cunt. She was smiling coyly between her ruby-nippled alabaster tits. Stephan blinked and looked as the movie went on. Another sharp intake of breath, and a small gasp. The same young blonde, looking just as innocent and angelic as before, but a dark-haired handsome male had joined her in the chair. The blonde was straddling the man's loins, her widespread pussy lowered down on the man's hardened cock, so that fully half of his huge, wetly glistening cock was sunk into her open cunt. She was holding its base between her thumb and forefinger, her small pink tongue held tightly between her full red lips and her eyes squeezed tightly shut in ecstasy. Her other hand squeezed her huge tit, very hard, so that the jutting nipple seemed to point directly at the camera lens.

"That's one of my favorites," smiled Basil.

"But this girl can't be over nineteen and the guy looks twice her age," protested Stephan.

"That's her father."

Jesus Christ, thought Stephan, beads of sweat lacing his forehead and a rising hardness in his loins. He watched as the film finished with the young blonde sucking the man's cock to cumming in her mouth and then the viewer's screen went blank and Basil put on another cassette until all of them had been seen. One showed a different balding man kneeling between the opened thighs of a brunette, with huge pear-shaped breasts, his long tongue snaking out to touch the hotly swollen nipple of her clit nestled between soft, fleecy brown pussy curls. Another depicted a voluptuous blonde girl barely out of her teens with her coral- colored lips voraciously sucking the throbbing prick of a muscular man while he fucked the middle finger of one hand into the wetly glistening hole of her soft pink cunt. Her leg was raised so that the full extent of her cunthole was presented to Stephan's view while she sucked the man's cock and toyed with his cum-laden balls. Still another cassette showed two couples, both in their mid-thirties, engaged in an orgiastic group session which Stephan could not believe upon first sight, since one woman was being fucked by one man while that same man was sucking the cunt of another woman who in turn was licking the balls of another man. It was a mass of flesh, raw naked flesh, and Stephan couldn't imagine anything being that obscene until that cassette ended and another was placed in the viewer. This one was of two girls-- obviously sisters--and a double dildo. The girls took the huge fake cock and inserted it simultaneously into their cunts. Moaning loudly, they began to writhe on the dildo, their tits heaving as they came loudly!

Stephan was sweating profusely, his breath coming in short gasps as his own cock tingled with arousal, by the time the obscene film ended. "Good God, Basil," he managed limply. "I've never seen anything like it!"

"And these are just a sampling, Stephan," said Basil. "I've got files of movies back there in the lab in case you ever..."

Stephan wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. His throat felt raspy and he wished he had a cold glass of water to soothe his nerves. "Isn't this against the law?"

"Naw, they're just average Americans like you and me, Stephan--average people looking for a few kicks out of life, that's all. You'd be surprised at some of the people who bring in their films to me. Doctors, lawyers--God, even a grammar school principal's wife, Joan."

"What?" Stephan looked incredulous. The image of the movies lingered in his mind. They really made him hot, they made him hotter than anything he'd seen since he was a kid living in Texas. Just thinking about them made his prick tremble and begin to rise.

"Some people even exchange movies. Not a damned thing wrong with it, as far as I can see. All they do is get themselves and their wives turned on watching some other people fucking away, and they're doing the same thing watching us. And it does get your cock riled, believe me."

I believe you, all right, thought Stephan. I can remember how excited I got last night, taking pictures of Gillian--and they weren't anything more than some harmless cheesecake. I wonder if I dare take some of us fucking, or even of just Gillian naked with her beautiful tits trembling and her cunt sparkling.

He shook his head as if to clear it. No, there was no use even thinking about trying to carry his thoughts past the pure daydream stage. Gillian would never allow him to take movies of her stripped completely naked, even though she had agreed to let him take movies of her with her titties swaying nakedly last night, and she would most definitely never allow anything as lascivious as movies of him fucking her. For God's sake, even if she did agree to go that far, she would certainly not agree to let anyone else, much less strangers, see the movies.

And he couldn't expect her to, damn it; what was the matter with him? Gillian was a sweet, moral girl, faithful and passionate and able to satisfy his every need up until now--so why was he thinking about asking her to pose naked and fuck on film, something which fairly shouted of perversity and lack of respect for privacy and personal intimacy? Why should he be so excited at the possibility of seeing more of the lewd films which Basil had just shown him? Why should the thought of watching other people fucking and performing perversion on a regular basis bring the sweat out on his forehead, and bring a tightness to his chest and loins? Well, he couldn't explain it; it was beyond his comprehension. He knew only that the idea of seeing his sweet, innocent young wife, with her tits hanging nakedly in front of the camera lens, as he had for the first time last night, had turned him on like he had never been turned on before. And the sight of these movies of strangers fucking and sucking wildly together today had had the same physical effect on him.