Carole Wilson - Video Games

Stephan was standing at the bar, fixing himself another drink when his wife walked proudly into the house, her loosely curled blonde hair resting sensuously on the fullness of her scantily covered tits.

"Hey! What have we here?" he beamed, taking a sip of his scotch and water and retreating to the bar to mix one for his sexy-looking wife who stood anxiously awaiting his compliments.

"Like it?" she asked haughtily, turning in half-circles to let him feast his eyes on the backless cotton dress that clung softly to the full curves of her ass and titties.

"You're a natural model, you know that?" He handed her a drink and stepped back to admire his wife. Goddamn, but she looks sexy with that deep tan and her blonde hair framing her face and falling down across her titties. A strange tingling in his cock began again and a slight jerk told him that he was getting excited.

God! I'd love to take a film of her taking off…stop it, he told himself…but still his brother's lewd seed of a suggestion whirled in Stephan's mind, gathered momentum, and when he looked at his wife seated on the couch with her legs crossed delicately at the ankles, he couldn't help but mentally strip her of her clothes and see her as if she were in a film.

"Did you have a good visit with that brother of yours?" asked Gillian with an air of defiance.

"Hey, come on," urged Stephan, well accustomed to his wife's berating regarding his younger sibling. "I wish you'd get to know Frank better …give him a chance, you know?" He sat down in the nearest chair, his open shirt revealing the dark curls covering his chest.

"I don't know how Taffy puts up with him." Gillian shook her finger in mock accusation at her husband. "If you ever started taking pictures or movies of, of naked women, I'd ask for a divorce in seconds. Running around with actresses all day and all night. What kind of a marriage is that, anyway?" Her ice cubes rattled in her empty glass, and politely, Stephan rose to fill it and then padding across the wall-to-wall carpeting to where his blonde wife sat, handed her a refill, saying,

"Now darling you know better than that." Those words had become a ritual in discussions about Frank.

"Look here, Gillian." He strolled over to the living room table and picked up the instant Polaroid movie camera. "Frank left this for me to try out. Take pictures and you don't have to have them developed…"

"I know, Stephan," interrupted his wife, "I've seen the ad on television."

Stephan was beginning to feel the effects of the last two scotches he'd downed and his head was spinning with lustful dreams of his wife nude and voluptuous on the bed, standing on the bedroom rug, stretched out on the couch with her full, whitely billowing titties taut in their nakedness and the soft golden hair of her cunt glistening in the lamplight. Quickly he finished his drink to try to steady his nerves, and mentally berated himself for such lascivious thoughts.

Besides, he knew damned well that if he ever dared to suggest that he take films of her naked tits and pussy, his wife would be righteously angry. Still the images came back to goad him on. He groaned silently, feeling his prick suddenly begin to ache with anticipatory excitement.

"Would you like me to take a movie of you, Stephan?" Gillian was on her feet approaching her husband who stood with the movie camera preciously cradled in his hands, a faraway look glazing his eyes.

With a wide smile, she took it from his hands and with the smiling command: "Say cheese," bent her knees slightly, just enough to zoom in on his face without cutting off his wisps of curly hair and shot a few frames. They took turns then, taking movies of each other's face between drinks of scotch and water until they'd exhausted their imaginations and n's were suspiciously deleted from words and s's sounded more like drawled-out z's.

"Let's fool around with the movie camera some more," suggested the husband, a pulsing hardness in his cock now. He grinned at her, realizing that the liquor had gotten to him, too. "You know, just a couple of feet to put in our collection of home movies."

"All right," she said, going to the window overlooking the tree-lined street and pulling the off-white drapes closed, shutting out the reddish glow of the setting sun that was gradually sliding towards the misty-colored hills on the horizon. Gillian came back over and sat down on the couch. She crossed her legs and then placed her hands on her knees.

"Right!" Stephan quickly shot a few innocent frames, but his mind was on the ones he really wanted to take, where she would be lewdly naked, her tits and ass in the air.

"How about moving your skirt up a little now?" he suggested casually.

"Let's try a little funny cheesecake."

"You're starting to sound like your brother now," she giggled, throwing back her head-a shot that Stephan didn't miss. "My…you should have been an actress, darling. Missed your calling." The film whirled again.

With a merry glow in her eyes, the young blonde inched her skirt up her thigh towards her pussy, just enough to reveal her smooth, round knees.

"Do you think that will look all right?"

Stephan waved his hand as if to shrug off the worry. "Nobody's gonna see these but us anyway, baby. Go on, pull it up a little higher."

"All right, if you want," his pretty young wife replied, and bunched the material in the folds of her waist.

I can tell he's been under the influence of that brother of his, she thought silently. But I'd never have the courage to do this if it wasn't for the three scotches and water I've consumed in the past hour.

Although the beautiful young woman did not want to admit it, alcohol did seem to loosen her strict moral code…perhaps dangerously? No, there wasn't anything to worry about. If her own husband wanted a picture of her like this, skirt tucked lewdly around her waist exposing her long white thighs and the dark shadow of her pussy beneath her panties, then why not?

"Promise me you won't show any of these to your brother. I don't want him getting any idea that we approve of what he does."

"Never," he promised. He held his breath and took a few more seconds of film. Then one minute later he sat down with her and put the developed cartridge in the viewer and showed her the film. He found himself breathing a little more heavily as he admired the smooth, firm swell of her naked thighs as she sat almost nude from the hips down. The aching built steadily in his cock; he quickly rose from the couch, trying to hide the rapidly growing bulge.

"Look, let's take some more, these things are really great," laughed Stephan who suddenly had an idea. "Lie back and put your legs slowly up on the couch. That's it," he encouraged as he started the movie camera.

"Now lean back and arch your back so that your titties stand out nice and big…"

She obeyed and Stephan kept shooting as she assumed a sexy pose.

"There! That's it! Yes!"

Stephan stopped shooting and emptied the last of his melting ice into his dry throat, while he waited for the film to develop. Gillian was doing much more than he expected. He couldn't wait to see just how far she would go. A minute later he flipped the film into the viewer. "Hot damn!" he said, chokingly under his breath. "That's fantastic! Maybe I could sell it to one of those shops, you know the quarter-a-peek ones!"

He loved to tease Gillian; she blushed so easily.

"Let me see," demanded Gillian, and he rewound the film and turned the viewer towards her. She gasped, never before having seen herself so provocatively posed, so, so…sexy! Crimson crept up from her huge tits and neck and enflamed her cheeks. "Stephan!" she gasped, but her eyes refused to leave the image of her lewd pose. She was stretched out on the sofa, her firm, ripely quivering tits straining against the thin fabric of her sundress, her nipples evident under the thin fabric… her lips glistening wetly where she had moistened them with her tongue seconds earlier…her suntanned legs and thighs were exposed in all their dark silkiness and there, beneath her skirt, shadowed and mysterious, the dark triangle of her pussy arched as if it was just waiting to be fucked.