refused to take his cock in her mouth…
Oh, God! It was all getting out of hand! What could she do? How could she once more garner her husband's attention? She dwelled on the subject, brooding over the loss of his interest in her, over the way he was turned on by the films, over the way her pussy tingled when she saw them herself. She suddenly stood bolt upright.
'No! I'm not like that! I don't like seeing others fuck. No, it's my husband who's like that now, thanks to his brother…not me! Not me!
Never!'
Yet the more her conscious mind rejected the idea that she was incited by such films to almost overwhelming passion, the more her subconscious mind admitted it. Deep, deep down, underneath all the excuses and rationales she could muster, beat the emotional heart of a truly pagan woman of lust.
Although she didn't know it, all it would take to strip the layers away and bare her soul was the right combination, a combination that her husband and his newfound friends were busily working on, and one which fate would soon take a hand in as well.
What could she do to please her husband? The movies-she had the feeling that in them lay the answer.
With a distraught sigh, the young housewife poured herself a cup of coffee and took it into the living room, and plumped up a billowy cushion on the couch and comforted herself. Stephan had cautiously put the movie camera away, but bits and pieces of evidence still lay scattered about the living room.
Her eyes fell on a cassette that had been left in the viewer, forgotten in the frenzy of last night's debauchery, and a growing, almost gnawing tingling started again in her cunt down between her legs as she cast her thoughts momentarily from her own agony to the predicament of other wives who suddenly found themselves thrust into this situation. What would they do?
She turned on the viewer and sat back, tilting the rim of the coffee cup to her lips, her eyes never leaving the image of herself, completely naked, her tits thrust out in open invitation to lust. It set her subconscious at work again, building the fires of prurient desires faster than her consciousness could bank the flames. She tightened her inner thigh muscles, wishing away the featherlike proddings of her sensual nature, and she was unable to.
Something else had happened. Frank had started something with his instant movies and there was no way to reverse the act. Why not become a swinger? If her husband enjoyed looking at films of people fucking each other, then why not give him the entree instead of the appetizer?
The thought made her gasp! What would that lead to? Would the next step be joining movie camera clubs? But she had to have a solution, even if it meant breaking down and talking to Frank; she needed to see him if she was going to hang on to Stephan. Trembling, she downed the coffee.
It wasn't going to do much to her pride to talk to Frank, but there was no other way. This way she would be pleasing her husband, wouldn't she?
Yes, and not only would the movies themselves make him respond, but it would give her time to adjust to this new licentious life-style. Maybe, just maybe, she'd be able to ease into these new values that permeated their screwing these days.
She would have to see Frank first. He might be able to help her. He was so worldly, and so used to swinging. He would know what to do. What if he said the only way to help her was to screw her? What would she do then? She would have to handle that if and when the matter came up.
Gillian rose quickly to her feet, grabbed her purse, and almost ran out the door to the car. She had to see Frank now, before she changed her mind. If she didn't take advantage of the mood she was in right now, she doubted that she would ever be able to muster enough courage to see Frank and let him help her free herself for Stephan. Free herself so that she would not be afraid to take her husband's cock in her mouth and suck it till he came and came, swallowing his cum as though it were the very food on which she lived, which in a sense it was. She had to do this now, because she was afraid of losing Stephan, and she couldn't bear to live without him. If keeping him meant that she would have to go and see Frank and confide in him and accept his advice and help, then she would. She had to.
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
