Gillian had slept fitfully all night. The whole evening had been almost too much. First she had seen those filthy movies, then she had gotten so hot that she had had to fuck her fingers into her cunt in order to stop the fires. She had been relieved when Stephan had decided not to mention the cassettes last night. He could have pressed the point, by waking her up, but he hadn't, and she was glad. It gave her some extra time to get her own feelings together.
Gillian stared at her husband across the breakfast table and it seemed to her that he had changed somehow, in some almost imperceptible way, almost overnight; there seemed to be a firmer set to his jaw, as if with some hidden purpose, and his eyes held a new, oddly flashing light that she had never seen in them before. He didn't speak, only held his paper up to his face with a shaking hand and sipped his coffee with loud slurps.
She wanted to rid her soul of the deep burden weighing her down, but why? What purpose would it serve at eight o'clock in the morning?
Instead she picked at her eggs and sipped her coffee daintily. It's all because of that damned instant movie camera! she repeated to herself.
Sitting there with her tormented thoughts, she had the odd sinking feeling that her perfect, well-ordered little world was about to come crashing down around her ears. Everything was too strange, too unrealas if it were the proverbial calm before the storm. She hoped that she was wrong, that it was simply her guilt at her actions last night, her finger-fucking herself while looking at those filthy movie films, that was making her feel so morbid and depressed.
Behind his newspaper, Stephan Edwards smiled lewdly to himself. So she did see those films after all, he thought with a clear head. That's why she's acting so strange this morning. She's feeling guilty because she enjoyed them. Tonight we'll take care of it all, we'll clear the air.
He peeked over the top of his newspaper and studied his wife-his beautiful, passionate, warm Gillian. He moistened his lips. She was better than that young whore, Kitty, any day of the week. Or she would be, once she learned the art of sucking and being sucked. And she would learn-soon, soon. Tonight, maybe. Stephan's cock gave an excited little dance in his robe as he thought of what would happen when he got Gillian warmed to the idea.
Could he talk her into more movie-taking? Well, not in the mood she was in now. But if he could get her a little high-downright drunk would be even better-he could convince her that it would be all right to take more movie films. And that would surely get her pussy hot, for even though she hadn't been outwardly excited by the movies he had left in his study, she had to have had enough curiosity to open that envelope and see what was inside. That meant she had to possess, he reasoned, curiosity about other things as well, like sucking his cock and letting him suck her pussy. Hers was an untapped resource, just waiting for the drilling to begin. She loved him and wanted to please him, hadn't she told him that often enough? Yes, tonight would be the night, after all!
He sipped at his coffee again and continued to think of what erotic things he would talk his lovely wife into doing with him, how he would show her that she was excited by the sight of naked men and women fucking.
Determined to affect a calm exterior, not to show the turmoiled nature of her inner self, Gillian decided to break the silence. "More coffee, Stephan?"
"Huh?" He set down his paper, happy to see her regaining her shattered self-confidence. And then: "What time is it?"
"Nearly eight-thirty!"
The newspaper fell to the floor. "Jesus Christ! I have to get going.
Have a meeting with Chuck today over that new client we're trying to get. Could be a damned good client, too."
Three minutes intermission and he was running out the door, tie and cuff links in hand.
Gillian's day was spent puttering around the garden, pulling weeds and clipping the hedges.
She didn't feel calm with her own company, but she feigned a happy mask. That way it was easier to pretend that everything was all right.
But the image of those lewd movies haunted her with a vengeance all their own.
Why do I feel so guilty? she interrogated herself. Am I not pleasing Stephan? Do I feel as if I'm holding something out on him? Why? Why?
Why? her mind screamed. She sat down at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and decided she would not move until this enigma was solved and her happy marriage was once more off the rocks and onto the solid ground. Is there something he wants of me that I feel I cannot give him?
I'm faithful to him; I let him fuck me whenever he wants; I please him …but those words, "suck me, suck my cock," echoed in her head and something struck. Her mind refused to reason any further and she felt a chill tingle up her spine like a worm squirming under her clothing.
She swallowed hard, grimacing. There are things that need to be worked out, she reassured herself. From now on I'll try, God knows, I'll really try to please him…in every way possible. I'll even consent to letting him take those nasty movies of me if he wants. Anything to get things back on their normal keel.
She remembered the coolness with which Stephan had ignored her that morning. Unusual. More than unusual, there was a reason for it, and if her guess was worth a dime it was all because of something that had happened the night before over at Frank's studio. And if she knew Frank at all, she knew what it was. Frank had been filming one of his dirty movies, and Stephan had been there watching!
That evening Gillian met her husband at the front door, a drink in her hand. She had taken special care today to appear extra-provocative, having spent an hour hemming her blue silk dress with the slit up the side, one of Stephan's favorites that he allowed her to wear only in the privacy of their house. "Jesus Christ!" he'd said when she'd put it on for the first time for a party. "Every one of my friends is going to be pawin' at your ass!"
She felt especially sexy tonight, having spent some time manicuring her nails and artfully applying her makeup.
Stephan whistled through his teeth the moment his eyes fell on her.
"Look at this!" he said, charmed. "What a lucky man I am!"
She lifted her bead to accept his kiss. "Special dinner tonight: Pate de fois gras, Canard L'Orange, Potatoes Dauphine…and a special dessert," she said flirtatiously. "Come, let's eat and get it over with."
This is too much, thought Stephan as he wiped his mouth clean with a white linen napkin. She's up to something and so am I, and I just hope we meet somewhere in the middle.
"Stephan," purred Gillian, licking her lips, "this wine is absolutely superb. I'm glad you picked it up on your way home. I could drink it all day and still love the taste." She drained her fresh glass and extended it to Stephan to be filled again, smiling, feeling already a little tight and missing completely the dark intensity of his eyes, the way he began to slur his own words. They drained the first bottle and were well into the second.
As planned, Stephan had gotten Gillian drunk, and she had loosened up considerably, even to the point of smiling and tacitly talking about the movies he'd taken of her. She was warm and cuddly now, sitting next to him on the couch, in an obvious loving and permissive mood; it wouldn't take much to convince her of the rightness of allowing him to take more intimate movies of her with the instant movie camera he'd borrowed from his brother.
"Mmmm, I think I drank too much."
"Naw."
She sipped tentatively, smiled at him; she felt secure and warm inside, confessing that she'd been upset and everything had seemed to be drawing in on her at the same time, crushing her under its weight. Now, the liquor removing that worry, she wasn't sure as she had been that things were going to go wrong in their perfect marriage. Again she reminded herself that Stephan still loved her-there was no doubt of that in her mind at all. What then, could be terrible enough to override that abiding love?
Still, though, there was one thing she wanted to know. And with a boldness that surprised both of them, she turned to her husband and asked, "Stephan, did you leave those films in your study for me to find?"
"All right, if you must know-yes, I did."
She drank again, emptying her glass, and when she put it down on the coffee table she felt a terrible rise of guilt once more. And with it came the need to unburden herself, to tell Stephan she had looked at those movies last night-but not that she had fingered her pussy until she had made herself cum while looking at them, never that.
"Oh, Stephan," she blurted out, unable to hold it back any longer. "I opened that envelope in your study last night. That's why I was so upset this morning, because I opened it and put those terrible movies in the viewer, and I…I was excited by them. Stephan, I actually got turned on looking at those dirty films!"
She flung herself against his chest, and Stephan held her tightly to him. He could scarcely conceal his elation. So she had seen them! Good.
"No reason to feel bad, baby," he soothed, kissing her hair. "There's nothing wrong in wanting to be fucked after looking at other people screwing; it's a natural."
"But the…the people in those photos were doing such…such awful things to one another…"
"There's nothing awful about giving pleasure to your husband or wife," said Stephan wisely, tenderly. "It's the whole foundation of marriage, honey. If it pleases the one you love, then it can't be wrong. You believe that, don't you?"
"I…I guess so."
"If, for example, I was pleased taking movies of you in the nude, you'd want to do that for me, wouldn't you? You'd want to take off your clothes and let me film you, wouldn't you?"
"But…but you wouldn't ask me to take off my…" she stopped short.
"Stephan!"
"Come on, honey, I like to look at you when you're naked. It pleases me, it excites me. I like to look at you in photographs or film, look at you there in full color, any man would."
"You really think so?"
"It's true," Stephan said, feeling pressure building in his loins as he spoke, knowing that he would win in the end. "I like to look at you in the nude, and I'd be a liar if I said I didn't like to look at other women in the nude, too. Not to touch or anything," he added quickly.
"Just to look at and get excited by, that's all. And you're not any different than I am, not really; you're just like other women in that respect. You got excited looking at those films of other couples screwing-and I did, too. When I saw them, I got so excited I thought I was going to cum right on the spot. But it wasn't them I was thinking of fucking, Gillian. It was you, you, my own darling wife. Looking at those pictures of other people doing it made me want you even more than I ever did before!"
Gillian could hardly believe her ears, hearing her husband's confession. He had felt the same as she had last night, as hundreds of other people did every day, if what he said was true. If he was right, then she shouldn't have any guilt at all with her own husband. If only her brain wasn't spinning and spinning.
"I'll prove it to you, sweetheart," Stephan was saying in his mellifluous voice. "I have some more films that a friend of Frank's gave to me. I put them away somewhere. We'll look at them together and what will happen is that we'll both become very excited. You'll want me more than you would otherwise, and I'll want you the same way."
"No, we can't!"
"There's nothing wrong with it, Gillian. I've told you that. You don't trust me, do you?"
"Of course I do."
"Then prove it."
"Stephan…"
But he was already headed for his study for the same movie films that had excited his wife the night before plus a few more. He came back into the room with an armful of film cassettes and the viewer. She watched him as he set the whole thing up on the coffee table in front of her. Then he sat down beside her. She laid her head on his shoulder, half-afraid of what was going to happen. "Watch," he said, holding them and pulling her head away from his shoulder to snap the movie into the viewer. "Here look at them with me."
Gillian didn't want to look. She was trembling and she didn't want to look, she kept telling herself that-and yet her head turned and her eyes focused on the viewing screen and a small cry burst from her lips.
"My Gawd!" she cried.
"Look at it, Gillian darling. It's exciting, look at it, look at it …!" His voice droned on, mesmerically, and Gillian found herself staring at the screen, staring at the young eighteen-year-oldish, fresh-scrubbed-looking couple performing a sixty-nine-the girl's moistened lips locked tightly around the boy's hardened lust-swollen cock, the boy's lips pressed firmly, tongue extended, to her glistening pink cunt.
A low moan of commingled desire and perplexity burst from the young wife's throat, and she felt the soft, warm area between her tightly pressed thighs flower wide with the building juices of her arousal.
Beneath the knit dress her nipples hardened into turgid buds, the way they had hardened the night before. She couldn't seem to take her eyes away from the screen, and her breath began to become labored and shallow.
"You like to look at movies like these, don't you, darling?" Stephan's voice droned. "You like to watch her sucking his cock?"
"Yes," she heard herself reply in a half-whisper, unable to control the mounting flood of passion which threatened to consume her in fiery lust. "Yes, yes, yes!"
Quickly, Stephan placed another cartridge into the viewer. The same couple, the same oral love, a somewhat different position. Gillian could see all of the young man's masculinity, his cum-laden balls, the wide girth of his great cock half-buried in his beautiful young lover's ovalled mouth. She gasped, drawing close to her husband, her hand sliding down involuntarily to rub almost spasmodically along his thigh.
Stephan played the cassettes over and over again. A different couple in each, the positions becoming more bold, more provocative-seemingly impossible; standing, with the girl turned completely upside down, her legs locked around his neck; sitting, the man's head buried far up between wide-spread thighs of the girl, his legs locked around her neck and she supporting him with her hands and arms.
Gillian was breathing heavily with intense arousal now, proof to her panting husband that she was acutely excited by these films of others enjoying sex as he was. "Darling," she purred. "That's enough, that's enough! I want you, Stephan. I want you to fuck me, please, please!"
But Stephan was oblivious to her pleas, for his mind was centered on two main objectives; to get his wife to pose naked for him for more movie films; and to get her to perform the selfsame acts of cocksucking which were depicted in the cassettes he held in his hands.
He moistened his lips, thinking that his first step would be to get her to undress and pose for him-yes, that was it, her pussy was hot to be fucked now and she would be a slave to his every whim; he sensed this beyond any doubt, knowing that, at last, she was going to be his on his terms.
"Gillian," he whispered, his right arm encircling her shoulder, his fingers gently kneading her softly trembling tit, "Gillian, I want to take some movies of you, darling, some movies like I took the other night. It'll excite both of us, and you want to please me, don't you?"
"Yes…yes, I want to please you, Stephan, but I'm so excited. I want you to fuck me, Stephan, please…"
"Yes, afterwards." This is easier than I thought it would be, thought Stephan. Just wait till next time when she's more relaxed about it all, I'll borrow a movie camera again and hide it in the bedroom. But he was trembling with his own arousal now, partly brought about by the films he had just viewed with his wife, and partly because of what lay only moments ahead now. His cock was pulsing thickly in his pants as Gillian stroked his thigh, stroked it higher and higher. He began to unbutton her dress, whispering the whole time, "I'm going to make you naked, baby. We'll take some film and then we'll fuck, slow and easy, then hard and fast. We'll fuck like never before."
"Yes! Oh, yes!"
His fingers worked feverishly, pulling the dress down to her waist, baring her richly billowing tits with their ruby-capped nipples and pulsatingly dark areolas. He squeezed them lightly, his prick jumping now, and then he could stand it no more. He leapt to his feet, picked up what was left of his drink, and pressed it into her hands. "Drink this, honey," he instructed. "Be right back."
He ran to the linen closet, and, with urgency controlling every movement now, he found the borrowed camera from under a pile of dirty trousers and shirts in the closet and returned to the living room, making sure Gillian was still on the couch, her naked tits reflecting the pale light of the lamp, checked the camera for film, and then peered through the viewfinder. Again, his cock leaped as he saw what the completed copy of the picture he was about to take would look like.
He finished the rest of the roll of film as his wife sat there in her half-nakedness.
Sixty seconds later, he was seated beside his young wife and putting the self-processing color film into the viewer. His eyes gleamed as he looked at it, at the sharp, defined perfection of the color, and detail, and he was happy that Frank had let him keep the camera for a longer time.
"Look honey," he droned. "Look at yourself almost naked."
And Gillian looked, staring at her half-nudity with moistened lips, her pussy flowering yet wider with more hot juices. Her brain was a seething miasma of alcohol and sexual need; she was nothing more than a slave now, and Stephan was her master.
With excited hands he set up the tripod and prepared the fifteen-second timer, watching Gillian strip the silk dress completely off, then, as if in a hypnotic trance, slide her panties down so that she stood naked and lovely before him, the soft, fleecy blondeness of her pussy hairs wet with the seeping juices of her heated cunt.
In seconds he had the movie camera ready, and his eyes were blazing with excitement, the front of his trousers bulging hugely with the fully erect cock, the material stained with the beginning of droplets of cum juices. "Sit down on the floor, Indian fashion, facing the camera!" And his nude young wife obeyed. "That's it. Now lean back a little so that your tits are lifted up! Yes, yes! Open your thighs a little more…oh, Jesus, beautiful."
He began to undress hurriedly, his eyes never leaving his mesmerized wife sitting there so provocatively on the carpet. At last he was nude, his swollen prick jutting out like a quivering rod from his loins, the head slickly red and pulsating.
He went over to the camera and took a few frames of his wife's lewd position. While he was shooting, his other hand dropped almost reflectively to the trembling girth of his cock, and he began to stroke it lightly in anticipation.
On the floor, Gillian murmured, "Stephan…don't do that! Stephan, that's, that's terrible! Come to me, baby!"
"Not yet!" he gurgled. "Not yet!" He took a few more feet. Beautiful!
Oh, Christ, what an erotic shot that's going to be! I can see her cunt, spread open and glistening wet…and her clit, too, throbbing there …Oh, Jesus, Jesus!
"Stephan," moaned Gillian pleadingly. "Stephan I don't want to do this anymore. Please, Stephan, I want you to fuck me so badly!"
"Goddamnit, not yet!" he shouted. He was busy at the camera again, setting the timer, his cock shaking as if with some inner vibratory power and his balls aching with the build-up of a tremendous load of cum. "Get on your knees, Gillian, sideways to the camera. That's it, that's it. Move your arm up so I can see your tits jutting down! Good!
Now raise your right knee up closer to your tits, honey! That's it. I can see your pussy now!"
"Stephannnnn…"
"Just hold it like that, just hold it!" He set the timer and then ran over. He had to get in this film cassette, he had to! He knelt behind her, oblivious to her cries of pleading, and he held his cock less than an inch from the soft entrance to her warm, wet cunthole, turning his face to the camera, holding himself back in spite of the oscillations which coursed through his entire being.
The camera started, but before he could fuck into her cunt, the film ran out in the cartridge. He jumped up and ran to it. This cassette was going to be every bit as erotic to him as the previous one, more so because he was in it now! He was going to kneel there with his great prick almost touching his wife's cunt!
Again the timer was set, and again he joined Gillian on the floor. She was just kneeling there now, with her head hanging down, and she was whimpering softly. He went to his own knees again behind her, his hands on her waist. "This is going to be a good fuck, baby! I'm going to fuck it up inside you on this one now!" He guided his swollen cock to the warm, butter-soft opening of her cunt, inserted the head inside.
Gillian moaned, trying to drive her asscheeks back against his cock, to impale herself and still the passion inside her, but Stephan restrained her with his hands hard at her waist.
"No, no," he told her, "We have to wait for the camera, goddamnit! Now raise your leg a little so the full sight of my cock in your cunt will be exposed to the camera. Goddamn you, Gillian, do what I tell you… ah, that's it! Oh Jesus, this is going to be something else! Now hold it, hold it…"
Whirl…whirl…whirl…
Stephan inched his cock inside her hungry pussy. The camera kept running, showing Gillian's passion-contorted features and his own, showing his cock fucking into her wide-spread cunthole. He felt his cock leap as if with cumming. God, oh God, what a sight! He was ready to blow his wad any moment. But first…yes, it was time to have her do what he had long waited for and to do what he had wanted to her; it was time for oral love. Time for his lips on her pussy and her lips on his prick. Yes, yes! Jesus, what a film that'll make, what a film!
He heard the film run out again and he set the timer, ran back to his trembling wife. "Turn over," he commanded. "Turn over and lie on your back."
There were tears on her cheeks as she obeyed. "Stephan…"
He moved quickly up along her body, holding his quivering cock in his hand again, guiding it toward her head. "Suck me, Gillian. Suck my cock, Gillian. Hurry! Hurry! I want to suck you, too! Suck your cunt, Gillian!"
She recoiled. Had she heard correctly? Yes, yes she had…and realized it even through the fog of passion and liquor. He wanted her to perform the same perversions they had seen in those films, to do what the other people had been doing in those movies, but she couldn't.
Yes, it turned her on to have Stephan lick and suck her cunt, although it was something she let him do only when she'd had a few too many drinks. But to suck his cock? That was unthinkable. She couldn't, she just couldn't!
"Stephan, I can't. Please don't make me…"
"Hurry up, the camera's going to go off!" he shouted, trying to push his cum-wet prick against her lips. But she twisted away, moaning.
"I can't! I told you I couldn't!"
"Damnit! Don't you want to please me? You said you loved me and wanted to please me!"
"Not this way, Stephan."
"Oh, Christ, you ruined the film! You ruined it!"
"Stephan…I can't, oh please don't make me do it! Please understand!
Anything else, but not that!"
He jumped to his feet, staring down at her. His cock was jerking as if cumming again, and he knew it was only a matter of minutes before his balls would erupt with his building load of cum. He had been so close, so goddamned close. But there would be other nights, he would see to that. He had to content himself with the fact that he had gotten her to pose for the movie camera for him, in the nude and…yes, with his cock inside her cunt, too! Tonight was a victory, in that sense, the first victory! The second would come soon enough, he knew that. He just had to be patient with her, patient.
"Stephan," Gillian moaned, writhing on the floor in both passion and love. "Please fuck me and make it all right. No more movies, I beg of you! It was fun, but no more!"
"All right!" he shouted. But before he did, he ran to the movie camera one more time, put some film in it and set the timer. Then he went back to his vibrating young wife, knelt behind her, inserted his cock in her pussy. She buffeted back against it immediately and he didn't restrain her this time; might as well get a good action shot.
He fucked his swollen, soon-to-be-bursting cock deep inside her, feeling the head slam up against her belly inside, hearing her moan loudly in pleasure-pain. His balls slammed resoundingly off the moistened slit of her cunt below as he fucked into her, and he leaned his upper body low over her back, teeth biting lightly into her shoulder, hands finding and squeezing her swaying tits.
The sound of the camera coming on acted as a trigger for Stephan's boiling desires. He imagined in his mind what the finished film would be like, the eroticism of it, and he could hardly wait until he could pull the cassettes from the camera back. But then the hotly swirling cum in his balls became overpowering, became the only thing that mattered, and he heaved and fucked up into the soft, warm cunt of his slavishly kneeling wife with insane vigor, striving to empty his balls of the great load of cum juices seething there.
Gillian felt Stephan's gigantic cock fucking into her cunt, filling it, the head ramming hard off her cervix and she knew she was going to cum any moment. She had never in her life been this excited, and the knowledge that the excitement had come as a direct result of looking at dirty movies, of partaking in them herself with the man she loved, was like a hot knife of confusion in her brain. She wanted Stephan, wanted to please him, and yet it was becoming increasingly apparent that she didn't know how; her cunt alone, so hot and wet now and so filled with his throbbing cock, apparently wasn't enough any longer to satisfy her man. It would take more and more, she thought dazedly as her cum spiraled higher and higher, more and more to please him…more films …more eroticism…and, oh, God, even sucking his prick with her mouth.
And then all thoughts except for the crescendo building with a passion vanished from her mind as she fucked like a rutting female animal back against her husband's cock, striving for the crest, almost there, almost there, feeling him hard and deep within her, feeling his hand curving down around her back kneading and manipulating her tits, almost there, and then…and then…
"Oh God, Stephan, Stephan darling, I'm cummmming! Stephannnnnn! I'm cummmmiiinnnnnggggg!"
But Stephan only barely heard her wild cry of release, for his cock in that moment had begun to jerk out of control, and torrent after torrent of hotly boiling juice burst along the full length to spew out deep up into her hungrily milking cunt, commingling with the juices of her own cum to form a floodtide of passion that poured out around his spasming cock and flowed in thin rivulets down her eagerly straining thighs. And then his prick gave one last spurt of his scalding juice and began to deflate almost immediately inside her wetly clasping cunt. They both sank forward on the carpet, spent and in a state of nearunconsciousness.
Oh Jesus, that was a beautiful screw! Stephan thought satiatedly. One of the best ever, even if it was so quick. And it's going to get better and better, once Gillian starts to come around fully.
And Gillian, lying there with the full weight of her husband on top of her, his warm cum flowing hotly inside her cunt and belly, was thinking different thoughts now in the lulling aftermath of her tremendous cum.
She was thinking about the pattern of her life, and how it was changing, how she could no longer deny that after what had happened to her tonight. But changing for the better, or for the worse? She didn't know yet; she just didn't know yet.
After a long while, Stephan raised himself up and lifted his wife in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. They crawled between the sheets of their bed, and Stephen went to sleep almost immediately; but he did not cuddle up to her as he usually did, did not speak to her except to say goodnight, and she had the inauspicious feeling that she had failed to please him completely tonight in spite of the wildness of both their cums-failed to please the way this new Stephan wanted to fuck, the new Stephan who was sexually liberated.
She knew that if she wanted to keep him, she was going to have to do what he wanted, and if that meant sucking his cock, then she would suck it. She had a sneaking suspicion that deep inside, she really wanted to take his cock into her mouth and swirl her tongue around it and suck it until he came and the hot boiling cum filled her throat and belly.
Gillian felt her pussy tingle at the thought, but turned over and tried to sleep before the fire in her cunt raged out of control again and forced her to go into the bathroom and finger-fuck it to cumming like she had last night…