Carole Wilson - Video Games

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.

"Any time you want to come over to my lab and see more, just give me a buzz or stop by. I try to reserve special hours for my special customers," he said, smiling, reaching into his brief case and pulling out a business card. "Here, this is how you can get in touch with me."

Stephan reached for the card and stuffed it in his shirt pocket. He put the films back into the envelope and then held out the envelope for its owner to claim.

"Oh, no! That's a gift. Take it home to your wife and show them to her, it'll turn her on, I guarantee. One peek at that reel and she'll be begging for you to fuck her."

Stephan wished this stranger wouldn't make such presumptuous remarks about Gillian.

"No, I couldn't show this to her," Stephan said, shaking his head.

"Gillian would never talk to me again!"

"I think you're underestimating your wife and all women in general. Why not give it a try? You're interested, I can tell from the way you were droolin' over the footage. Take it from me, all you've got to do is put the bug in the wife's ear and get her on the right track. Once they see the kicks involved, they're only too happy to go along. I know, by golly; Taffy, Frank's wife, she was the same as your wife. What's her name? Gillian…shy and retiring. Now she's open and much warmer-and one hell of a hot fuck, so Frank tells me."

Stephan felt uncomfortable in the face of all this candidness, the unexpected admissions and ideas and concepts which he had been subjected to. He got up from the chair, a twinge of embarrassment warming his cheeks when he felt the pressure of his hardened cock pulling tightly against his pants. Nervously, he let the envelope swing from his hands, covering the telltale bulge.

"Ah, thanks a lot…Basil. I gotta go now. Just want to say goodbye to my brother before I leave and thank him for the use of the movie camera."

But, overhearing their conversation, Frank came bounding through the doorway, "Hey, Stephan. Just want to tell ya that we're gonna have a little fun here later tonight. Tell Gillian that if she'd care to come along, she's more than welcome. Taffy should be here and one of the actresses, too." He shrugged his shoulders, "You know, a little drink and a few instant cameras. Nothing special, just a little fun."

"Thanks a lot, Frank, but Gillian and I were planning to…"

"Aw, come on. Maybe I can give you a few pointers."

"We'll see." Stephan was halfway to the door when he suddenly remembered the camera. "I've got the camera in the car, you know the one you lent me yesterday and I forgot to bring it in."

"That's okay, brother. Save it. I have a feeling it's gonna come in handy for you and Gillian in the near future."

When he unlocked his car door, Stephan knew that there was no use kidding himself any longer; he was going to take Basil's suggestion about leaving the film in a place where Gillian would be sure to find it, he would have to leave the viewer out in plain sight. Feeling a strange coupling of guilt and mounting excitement at what he was about to do, Stephan drove to a small neighborhood park three blocks away from his home and turned off the motor.

Christ! he thought, am I really going to have the balls to show these to my wife? With trembling fingers, he opened the white envelope and glanced at the obscene black cassettes again. His prick seemed to jerk spasmodically in his pants as he remembered the lewd, tremendously stimulating acts being performed in the full color splendor of the cassettes. The ones that had really turned him on the most were those that had depicted oral fucking: soft feminine mouths closed eagerly, hungrily, over the lust-hardened cocks of their husbands; masculine lips and tongues paying devoted homage to the warm secret cuntlips of their wives. These he would put on top, so that they would be the first ones Gillian would see when she placed them on the viewer; maybe they would convince her of the beauty, of the rightness, of sucking cock and pussy.

He started to put them back into the envelope when a sudden frown creased his forehead and he stopped. Some of the other cassettes, besides those depicting oral fucking, were pretty animal and raw for the innocent eyes of his wife; instead of being turned on, being interested and excited by the films as he intended, she would probably become angry from viewing such blatantly carnal acts as ass-fucking and three-ways and four-ways. He couldn't include those films, not now, not for a while yet-just the milder ones, the ones showing a man and his wife screwing in all the possible ways.