Chapter 6

The next morning after Stephen had left for work, Gillian ran last night's events through her head. Something had changed her husband drastically--something she had no control over. The young housewife moaned involuntarily. Who was putting these lewd, obscene thoughts into her husband's head? There was but one finger to be pointed, and that was at Frank Edwards, the hot-shot film director.

It seemed as if Frank was suddenly becoming the producer and director of their lives. His influence seemed to seep more and more into what she and Stephan were doing and enjoying, and it was an intolerable intrusion. Before that horrible movie camera showed up at their house, her husband had been so kind and gentle in his fucking, had seemed to understand that she wasn't some salacious glutton, but a sensitive, moral wife. But not anymore! She felt incapable of keeping up with his growing needs in the world where nothing mattered but debauched eroticism.

Only the liquor she had drunk last night had loosened her to the point where she too was aroused by lewd movie films, though, she now decided with a shudder, nowhere as strongly excited by them as was her husband. And it was the drinking that had made her able to participate willingly with Stephan, to actually be naked and be screwed before the movie camera!

Those damned films! Everything seemed to center around them. Stephan had been more interested in them last night than he had been in fucking his own wife! His constant running back and forth changing film, his snappish answers to her pleas for understanding and patience at her ignorance, of his still more angry response when she refused to take his cock in her mouth...

Oh, God! It was all getting out of hand! What could she do? How could she once more garner her husband's attention? She dwelled on the subject, brooding over the loss of his interest in her, over the way he was turned on by the films, over the way her pussy tingled when she saw them herself. She suddenly stood bolt upright.

"No! I'm not like that! I don't like seeing others fuck. No, it's my husband who's like that now, thanks to his brother... not me! Not me! Never!"

Yet the more her conscious mind rejected the idea that she was incited by such films to almost overwhelming passion, the more her subconscious mind admitted it. Deep, deep down, underneath all the excuses and rationales she could muster, beat the emotional heart of a truly pagan woman of lust.

Although she didn't know it, all it would take to strip the layers away and bare her soul was the right combination, a combination that her husband and his newfound friends were busily working on, and one which fate would soon take a hand in as well.

What could she do to please her husband? The movies--she had the feeling that in them lay the answer.

With a distraught sigh, the young housewife poured herself a cup of coffee and took it into the living room, and plumped up a billowy cushion on the couch and comforted herself. Stephan had cautiously put the movie camera away, but bits and pieces of evidence still lay scattered about the living room.

Her eyes fell on a cassette that had been left in the viewer, forgotten in the frenzy of last night's debauchery, and a growing, almost gnawing tingling started again in her cunt down between her legs as she cast her thoughts momentarily from her own agony to the predicament of other wives who suddenly found themselves thrust into this situation. What would they do?

She turned on the viewer and sat back, tilting the rim of the coffee cup to her lips, her eyes never leaving the image of herself, completely naked, her tits thrust out in open invitation to lust. It set her subconscious at work again, building the fires of prurient desires faster than her consciousness could bank the flames. She tightened her inner thigh muscles, wishing away the featherlike proddings of her sensual nature, and she was unable to.

Something else had happened. Frank had started something with his instant movies and there was no way to reverse the act. Why not become a swinger? If her husband enjoyed looking at films of people fucking each other, then why not give him the entree instead of the appetizer?

The thought made her gasp! What would that lead to? Would the next step be joining movie camera clubs? But she had to have a solution, even if it meant breaking down and talking to Frank; she needed to see him if she was going to hang on to Stephan. Trembling, she downed the coffee. It wasn't going to do much to her pride to talk to Frank, but there was no other way. This way she would be pleasing her husband, wouldn't she? Yes, and not only would the movies themselves make him respond, but it would give her time to adjust to this new licentious life-style. Maybe, just maybe, she'd be able to ease into these new values that permeated their screwing these days.

She would have to see Frank first. He might be able to help her. He was so worldly, and so used to swinging. He would know what to do. What if he said the only way to help her was to screw her? What would she do then? She would have to handle that if and when the matter came up.

Gillian rose quickly to her feet, grabbed her purse, and almost ran out the door to the car. She had to see Frank now, before she changed her mind. If she didn't take advantage of the mood she was in right now, she doubted that she would ever be able to muster enough courage to see Frank and let him help her free herself for Stephan. Free herself so that she would not be afraid to take her husband's cock in her mouth and suck it till he came and came, swallowing his cum as though it were the very food on which she lived, which in a sense it was. She had to do this now, because she was afraid of losing Stephan, and she couldn't bear to live without him. If keeping him meant that she would have to go and see Frank and confide in him and accept his advice and help, then she would. She had to.

Frank had never made any bones about the way he fucked around, and when she and Stephan had first been married, Frank had even gone so far as to make the lewd suggestion that they get together, both the brothers and their wives, and have a little fun. She had been horrified, but Stephan had been strangely silent, and there had been an intensity in his eyes as he watched her and waited for her response that had bothered her, almost as if he had wanted her to say yes. And now there was his new behavior. He was so hung up on the movie films, and all of the sudden he was spending a lot of time with his brother, and then there was that mysterious evening the other night when he had gone over to Frank's studio and hadn't come home until the wee hours of the morning as drunk and tired as if he'd been at an orgy.

Stephan had wanted her to go with him, enjoy the films--take part in them, but he'd seemed afraid to tell her so. Instead, it was almost as if he wanted her to make the first move. Well, now she was. She would go to her brother-in-law and take Frank's advice, whatever it was, and do it for the sake of her marriage to Stephan. If in the end it meant that she had to fuck around a bit herself, then she would, she would do anything she had to do to keep her husband.

Gillian ran these thoughts and many others through her head as she drove along the road to her brother-in-law's house, and as she pulled into the driveway, she was relieved to see that Frank was home, and she wouldn't have to worry about seeing him another day.

Gillian took a deep breath and got out of her car. She walked slowly up to the front door of the house. She knocked on the door and waited nervously for someone to answer. She hoped that Taffy wasn't there. She rather liked her sister-in-law, but she didn't want her to hear what was bothering her. Taffy would find out about it sooner or later if things worked out with Frank today, because then they would probably all get together some night and have a wild party--or orgy, she should say, ashamed that she felt her pussy tingle at the thought of such a lewd happening. She shook her head as if it would stop her pussy from getting so hot. Those lewd fuck films had really stirred up a pandora's box. Here she was, standing in front of her brother-in-law's house with her pussy hot as it could be, and ready and willing to do anything at all that Frank told her to do. She had the feeling that that's what she was looking forward to, she wanted to break free of all the old sexual taboos that had been planted in her head from the first day of her life, and so here she was, a cunt on fire, hoping like hell that her brother-in-law would fuck it senseless. And Stephan was no better than she was, wanting her to pose for those lewd movies, and going off to Frank's studio till all hours of the night, probably participating in a wild orgy or something equally obscene.

She was startled from her thoughts by Frank opening the door.

"Why, Gillian, what a pleasant surprise!" But he didn't look surprised, there was a look in his eyes that seemed to say that he had been expecting her for some time and was finally rewarded for his patience. It was almost as if he knew why she was here.

"Hello, Frank. I hope I'm not disturbing you." She looked nervously into the house hoping to see if anyone was with him, but she couldn't see past his shoulder. "I would like to talk to you for a moment if I could."

"Why sure, Gillian. Come on in." He stood aside as she walked into the living room.

She was startled to see that there was another man in the room seated at the couch. He stood up as she came in and introduced himself.

"You must be Gillian," he said extending his hand. "I'm Basil."

She shook his hand; it was warm and loose in hers, like a limp cock. Basil offered her a seat next to him on the couch. She took it hesitantly, not quite sure of what else to do.

She had come here to spill her guts to Frank, not to Frank and some total stranger. Besides, there was something strange going on between the two men. They had been exchanging glances ever since she had come in, and she didn't like the lewdness in those looks. Both seemed to be stripping her cunt naked.

"How's Taffy?" she said trying to offset the strangeness of the two men with normality.

"Oh, she's out for the afternoon. Went shopping with some friends. Gone for the afternoon." He walked over to the bar and fixed them all a drink and came over to Gillian and handed her a glass. "Here, this will make you feel better."

She took it from him gratefully, knowing that she was going to need it if she was going to go through with the whole thing with Frank. She took a deep swallow, and sat on the edge of the couch.

"Could I talk to you, Frank?" She looked over at Basil and then, back to Frank. "Please, it's very important.

"Oh don't worry about Basil, he might be able to help you, too." He smiled and sat down next to Gillian so that she was hemmed in tightly between the two men. "In fact. I think we all know what's bothering you. Basil and I, why we've been watching Stephan for days now, and seen what was bothering him. So I think we know what the trouble is and what you want to do about it. Don't we?"

"Yes..." she whispered, suddenly realizing that that was the reason for their glances.

"Hey, look folks," Basil said rising from the couch. "I'll be right back, you all just try and settle this. I'll be right back."

Gillian sighed gratefully, not wanting Basil around when she talked to Frank, but she didn't see the lewdly cunning look that passed between the men as Basil went out of the room. And she wasn't aware of the camera that was mounted behind the mirror over the fireplace and which Basil was now going to set up for a filming of what was surely going to be a great seller in his film business. She just knew that he was going out of the room, and he wouldn't be listening to what she was going to say to Frank, or what might happen after everything had been said.

Gillian relaxed back against the cushions, happy that Basil was gone and that Frank understood why she needed to see him. He would help her, and everything would be all right.

Frank placed his hand upon Gillian's knee. He was silent, but his fingers seemed to be talking for him. His sharp blue eyes looked intently into Gillian's, and Gillian could not help but feel a frightening tingle in her pussy at what he seemed to be suggesting even though it was in a way what she wanted to hear. It was true that they were alone in the living room and Gillian tried to speak about what was bothering her, but the words just wouldn't come out. It felt like there were thousands of people listening, and at any moment Basil might come walking in. Frank's hand felt like a hot coal on her leg, and she felt it moving upward, pushing her skirt back as it went and touching along the stockinged length of her thighs.

"Oh Frank, I've been so unsure of what to do." Though frightened of another man's touch, she made no move to stop him. The drink had made her head hum dizzily and between the liquor and the movie, she was filled with a strong desire that sent thrills running up and down her spine. Between her legs, high up at the wet spot of her pussy, she was already getting wetter and wetter as Frank's fingers moved steadily up.

"Oh..." she sighed. She could not help parting her thighs ever so slightly. She could feel the inner moistness of her golden hair-trimmed pussy beginning to pulsate nervously. She wanted him to hurry and touch her there, get it over with before she had any second thoughts!

Frank's fingers advanced across the bare top of Gillian's thighs. They tickled and teased her until he was sure that she was too hot to stop him. Then he slipped his index finger up under the elastic band of her nylon panties and let the tip of it sink into the wetness of her hotly trembling cunt.

"Ooooo!" Gillian cried, pushing her hips down onto the seat. The thickness of his finger moved slowly within the heated hair- lined confines of her slippery wet pussy, creating a friction that increased with each split second the mounting desire that Gillian felt in her loins.

"So my films finally heated your pussy?" Frank suddenly inquired, and there was an urgency in his voice that made Gillian know that he was excited too. Yes, they had made her so hot that she had finger-fucked her own pussy until she had cum, and she needed to be screwed now so badly that she didn't know if she would be able to take his lewd manipulating of her cunt anymore without screaming. She wondered with a start if he planned to fuck her right now, in his living room!

"Yes, they made me so hot!" she moaned.

"Basil's hot to fuck you," her brother-in-law said, continuing his lazy friction up between her creamlike white thighs. "I thought maybe you and I might surprise him and put on a little show for him right now. Might give you a hint how to take care of big brother Stephan."

In spite of herself, Gillian bristled. She understood perfectly well what the young movie director was saying, and she knew that he had planned the whole thing, anyway. He wanted to fuck her and have Basil, whom she didn't even know, watching them while he took movie pictures of them screwing. She didn't know what to say to him, and she didn't seem to be able to answer him. Still, his finger churned wetly inside her tingling pussy, and the waves of desire continued to course through her cunt and the thought of not only being fucked by another man but being filmed while doing it was suddenly less obscene and sent her pussy tingling hotly.

She felt a rush of shame as she saw Basil come back into the room with a smile on his face. There was no time to answer Frank's question.

Frank whispered in her ear, "Just follow my advice... go along with what I say. That's the only way to keep Stephan."

Gillian felt flushed and uncomfortable, for Frank had not yet removed his finger from beneath her skirt, and Basil was right there at the couch, sitting back down.

It's horribly, horribly obscene, with Frank twisted toward me like that with his hand under my skirt and Basil sitting there watching him, she thought with alarm. It all seemed to be getting away from her, and she wished she had not had quite so much to drink. She was relieved when Frank finally removed his hand, but then she saw him get up and go to the front door. She knew he was going to lock it to make sure that no one came into the house for a certain amount of time. Enough time for them to fuck her.

While Frank was temporarily away from her side, Gillian could feel the other man leering at her, and she met his gaze with a frank stare of her own. He was attractive, though somewhat weak-looking. He looked like what he was, a man in the film business. When she had first met him a little over an hour ago, she had not been terribly impressed with what she had seen. Now she looked at him for the first time in a different light. What was Frank going to make her do? She didn't possibly see how letting Basil touch her, fuck her, could have anything to do with making herself a better wife to Stephan. Then she remembered that Frank had mentioned putting on a show with Basil was included, which could only mean one thing: Basil and Frank were both going to fuck her and take movies of the whole thing!

Before she had a moment more to contemplate the situation, she saw Frank coming back towards the couch. He didn't say a word as he sat down again beside Gillian, but she knew that he had planned it all before she had even come over, and that within moments he would do what he had wanted to do for a long time. A terrible sensation of anger whipped through her once more as she felt Frank's fingers rising beneath her skirt again. He had returned with an additional drink, and suggested that they all drink heartily. Both men's eyes twinkled and Basil's laugh filled the room. Had Frank spoken about her to Basil? Had they planned for something to happen if and when she came over?

Frank's middle finger surged close to her already seeping pussy nestled between her soft white thighs, and she felt him parting the blonde pussy hairs and inserting his thick finger into the wetness of her trembling cunt.

Was Frank using her? Or were they as a team setting out to really help her keep her husband? She could not decide, and the indecision started an odd kind of fatalism working in her brain. She drank more of the mellow, smooth-tasting liquor and gave herself up bit by bit to the rising flames in her cunt as Frank's agile finger plied softly and steadily, rubbing gently at the tingling slit of her aroused pussy. It felt so terribly obscene to be sitting there as if nothing was happening when a man other than her husband was worming his finger up her pussy hole, and Basil was sitting right there next to them, watching the whole thing.

"How does that finger feel up in your hot little pussy?" Frank asked. Gillian flinched at the words, and at the knowledge that Basil was flushing with arousal next to her.

"It... it feels..." she began. She must not break down now... since she had started it all anyway, she must somehow see it through! His finger churned with a new insistent touch, separating the slippery folds of her wet pussy and worming upward toward the open spot of her hidden cunt. "Yes?" he inquired, anxiously pushing and thrusting upward so that his finger rose into the wet and sensitive pit of his sister-in-law's pussy hole.

"Good!" she blurted out.

Basil cleared his throat and stirred uneasily on his seat. He was enjoying the whole thing immensely. Frank had promised him something special if and when his sister-in-law came over. Something that would look great in a movie. Now, Basil was more than pleased to see that the fucking was going to be much more exciting than he would have imagined. It was easy to get girls in the movies. Eager actresses were thick as flies, and there was always some little willing actress around who wanted to further her career. But Gillian Edwards... that was something else entirely! To see the beautiful and intelligent housewife beginning to sprawl down on the couch, right there next to him, her eyes mere slits as she entered into a passionate state that was obviously complete and intense--now that was going to be one hell of a movie! Just watching Frank, who was at that moment fingering the wetly sucking cunt of this beautiful housewife, was enough to drive him crazy. He leaned forward on the couch watching Gillian's expression with a growing interest, and noting the motions of Frank's arm as he manipulated his hand beneath Gillian's dress.

He could feel his cock jerking painfully between his legs as he thought admiringly of the audacity the young film director had... to set such a thing up with his own sister-in-law! He had to hand it to him though, he really knew how to get the most of the cunts he wanted. He had heard tales about Frank, about how the film director would stop at nothing to get what he wanted for his movies. Maybe he should get in on the shooting end of the movies more often, that way he got to participate instead of just watching the final film. Life was a dull affair at best, and he always liked to add as much spice to his own as possible. Doing movies like this was the kind of spice he liked.