Carole Wilson - Video Games

"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 sisterin-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.

Frank was speaking calmly to the hotly aroused blonde now, and Basil tried to catch all of his words, but he could only get a few here and there, but they were enough for him to get the picture. He was exciting Gillian not only through his intimate touching between her legs, but by his lewd words.

"…know you like finger-fucking…my fingers are fucking your tight little cunt…squirm it…wiggle it…ugh! ugh! Is that deep enough for you…oh God, you feel good up in there! Don't you wish it were my cock instead of my fingers? You know you like fucking better than anything…Basil knows it too. If you want me to I'll fuck you now."