Carole Wilson - Video Games

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.