Carole Wilson - Video Games

"For some reason," began Frank Edwards tilting his beer glass to his lips and thinking of Stephan's voluptuous blonde wife, "I don't think your wife likes me."

"Aw, come on, Frank," assuaged Stephan, slapping his brother on the shoulder. "It's not that she doesn't like you, it's just that she's, shall I say, 'awed' by you."

"Awed?" asked Frank quizzically.

"Yeah, that's it. There's a mystique about movie people, you know, especially film directors, and I guess she just feels uncomfortable because of…"

"Because I make films of naked women's tits and asses, you mean," added Frank with a note of finality.

Resting his elbows on the patio table, Stephan nodded his head and then drained his glass.

Frank flashed a glance in the direction of Bunny, the white-haired actress who now sat on the edge of the swimming pool, dangling her lithe tanned legs in the blue sparkle of water, her huge tits straining at the thin covering of her bikini top. With a look of confidentiality, Frank leaned forward. "You know what you ought to do, Stephan?"

Stephan leaned closer with a subtle movement, barely detected; there was something about taking advice from a younger brother that bordered on humility. "What?"

"You oughta use my new Polaroid instant movie camera and take some good films of Gillian…"

"What do you mean? We've got a lot of family pictures!"

"No, no." Frank shook his head smiling. "I don't mean family movies, I mean fun movies. You know…" Frank narrowed his eyes, a wicked little glint sparkling in them.

Stephen leaned back in his patio chair, trying to assume the attitude of a calm, relaxed, and satisfied husband, but a shudder of excitement shot through him and he felt his cock jerk as he fixed his eyes on the figure of the bikini-clad actress at the edge of the pool, stretching out her ripe young body to catch the first rays of sunshine. He tried to imagine how she would look naked, posing lewdly for his brother.

Would she giggle and run her own finger lewdly around her huge titties to get them all hard and puckery? Would she undress in front of him with slow, cock-teasing movements, or would she prefer the privacy of a dressing room to strip down for the fuck-film she was about to make?

"Cameras," Stephan shook his head. "I don't know beans about cameras.

Christ, I'm lucky if I can get both feet and the head in the picture."

He chuckled to himself, but it was a chuckle of curiosity, reflected in his probing gaze fixed on the sunglass-rimmed orbs of his brother. Then Stephan leaned forward again, his body language speaking for him.

"Listen, Bunny and I just came back from doing a fuck-film for some dude in Manhattan. Got all my camera equipment with me in the trunk of the car. Be back in a flash."

Stephan watched the erect figure of his brother disappear around the corner of the house and heard the creaking of a car trunk opening. With his back resting against the chair and his hands folded in his lap, the successful young executive drifted off into reveries of what it would be like to be a movie director. Secretly, he'd always envied his younger brother for his artistic flair and his ability to direct action. On rare occasions he'd seen him at work in the studio and was amazed at how the young man could stimulate actresses into expression, often by getting into the poses himself, and, through encouragement and lewd, obscene comments, put the actresses completely at ease to bring out the sensuality of their body movements. How a married man gets away with it, I'll never know, he sighed. Stephan heard the thud of the car trunk closing and in seconds his brother returned, a camera and monitor in his arms.

The metal chair legs of the wrought-iron lawn furniture scraped against the cement as Frank set the film equipment on the table and pulled his chair up.

"This is the newest Polaroid camera. It's the simplest thing in the world to use, like using regular super 8 film. All you have to do is put the cartridge in, aim and take the film! In sixty seconds your film has developed in the cartridge, then you just drop it in the viewer."

He demonstrated with a quick pass of the yard and his brother finishing his beer. Sixty seconds later an awed Stephan sat grinning at the clear moving images of the yard and himself drinking from his beer mug.

"Jesus! I'm going to have to get one. This is great!"

"And here's the tripod and the timer," explained Frank. "It allows you to be in your own films." He held it up and showed how it operated.

"See, you set this thing for up to fifteen seconds, then get in range and the camera films your picture. Then, one minute later, you have your movie automatically."

Christ, thought the older brother, I wonder if Gillian would let me take pictures of us fucking. Maybe if I ease her into it. I'd sure like to ask Frank for pointers on how he gets all these women to strip for him, but I'm the older brother. I'm supposed to be the one with all the answers.

"I don't use this movie camera for anything except fun-you know, in the studio when I want some film for my own, you know some real hot chick really getting a fucking. Keep it over the weekend and see if you like it." He jabbed his brother with a pointed elbow, "See what goodies you can add to the family movies."

Stephan's eyes narrowed, not certain of what his brother was suggesting.

"Use the movie camera in the bedroom!" the movie director said and then started to laugh. "Get some real nice candid shots of the ol' lady's tits and ass."

"What?" Stephan feigned surprise.

"You mean you didn't think of the possibilities?" was the reply.

"That's the beauty of this instant movie camera. You don't have to take the film in to be processed if you want a shot of a few naked tits, it's all your own business." He nudged Stephan with his elbow again and winked. "See what I mean?"

Stephan could feel his face redden. Sure, he knew what his brother was talking about; he wasn't stupid! But he knew Gillian would never consent to be photographed naked, like she was some centerfold in a man's magazine!

"I know what you're thinking, Stephan and believe me, once Gillian gets into it, she'll be the one to get off the most. I've seen it happen a million times! Christ, I ought to know! Women love having males stare at their naked tits and cunts. God, once they get over the initial embarrassment, nothing, and I mean nothing holds them back. Gillian'll get so hot she'll be beggin' for you to fuck her pussy…and film movies at the same time."

Frank's lewd implications burned his brain and he was suddenly ashamed of himself for ever thinking of asking his wife to pose nude for him.

He liked screwing, loved fucking his wife's hot little pussy…but there was a limit. Some things had to be kept private. Yet his emotions were ambivalent. The high principled resolve not to hurt his wife's strict sense of modesty was suddenly enshrouded by an exciting little curiosity. Maybe…just maybe, his brother was right.

Although the Edwards were a happily married couple whose respect for each other had sometimes become almost stifling, a fact that he was just beginning to admit to himself, their physical relationship did need a shot in the arm. Maybe this camera would be the magic potion that would accomplish it.

"Got to go now," Frank interrupted his brother's thoughts. "Taffy and I are going to a party in the village tonight. Gonna be a real swingin' party."

Gillian came home a few hours later, thankful that Frank's car was no longer in the driveway. With her blonde hair washed, conditioned, and curled, Gillian emerged from the car beaming, knowing her husband would be well pleased with her appearance and the new dress she had bought that boldly revealed her lusty billowing tits.