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BEE-7479 Video Games by Carole Wilson

Chapter 1

"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.

Stephan was standing at the bar, fixing himself another drink when his wife walked proudly into the

house, her loosely curled blonde hair resting sensuously on the fullness of her scantily covered tits.

"Hey! What have we here?" he beamed, taking a sip of his scotch and water and retreating to the bar to

mix one for his sexy-looking wife who stood anxiously awaiting his compliments.

"Like it?" she asked haughtily, turning in half-circles to let him feast his eyes on the backless cotton dress

that clung softly to the full curves of her ass and titties.

"You're a natural model, you know that?" He handed her a drink and stepped back to admire his wife.

Goddamn, but she looks sexy with that deep tan and her blonde hair framing her face and falling down

across her titties. A strange tingling in his cock began again and a slight jerk told him that he was getting

excited.

God! I'd love to take a film of her taking off ... stop it, he told himself ... but still his brother's lewd seed

of a suggestion whirled in Stephan's mind, gathered momentum, and when he looked at his wife seated

on the couch with her legs crossed delicately at the ankles, he couldn't help but mentally strip her of her

clothes and see her as if she were in a film.

"Did you have a good visit with that brother of yours?" asked Gillian with an air of defiance.

"Hey, come on," urged Stephan, well accustomed to his wife's berating regarding his younger sibling. "I

wish you'd get to know Frank better ... give him a chance, you know?" He sat down in the nearest chair,

his open shirt revealing the dark curls covering his chest.

"I don't know how Taffy puts up with him." Gillian shook her finger in mock accusation at her husband.

"If you ever started taking pictures or movies of, of naked women, I'd ask for a divorce in seconds.

Running around with actresses all day and all night. What kind of a marriage is that, anyway?" Her ice

cubes rattled in her empty glass, and politely, Stephan rose to fill it and then padding across the

wall-to-wall carpeting to where his blonde wife sat, handed her a refill, saying, "Now darling you know

better than that." Those words had become a ritual in discussions about Frank.

"Look here, Gillian." He strolled over to the living room table and picked up the instant Polaroid movie

camera. "Frank left this for me to try out. Take pictures and you don't have to have them developed ..."

"I know, Stephan," interrupted his wife, "I've seen the ad on television."

Stephan was beginning to feel the effects of the last two scotches he'd downed and his head was

spinning with lustful dreams of his wife nude and voluptuous on the bed, standing on the bedroom rug,

stretched out on the couch with her full, whitely billowing titties taut in their nakedness and the soft

golden hair of her cunt glistening in the lamplight. Quickly he finished his drink to try to steady his nerves,

and mentally berated himself for such lascivious thoughts.

Besides, he knew damned well that if he ever dared to suggest that he take films of her naked tits and

pussy, his wife would be righteously angry. Still the images came back to goad him on. He groaned

silently, feeling his prick suddenly begin to ache with anticipatory excitement.

"Would you like me to take a movie of you, Stephan?" Gillian was on her feet approaching her husband

who stood with the movie camera preciously cradled in his hands, a faraway look glazing his eyes.

With a wide smile, she took it from his hands and with the smiling command: "Say cheese," bent her

knees slightly, just enough to zoom in on his face without cutting off his wisps of curly hair and shot a few

frames. They took turns then, taking movies of each other's face between drinks of scotch and water

until they'd exhausted their imaginations and n's were suspiciously deleted from words and s's sounded

more like drawled-out z's.

"Let's fool around with the movie camera some more," suggested the husband, a pulsing hardness in his

cock now. He grinned at her, realizing that the liquor had gotten to him, too. "You know, just a couple of

feet to put in our collection of home movies."

"All right," she said, going to the window overlooking the tree-lined street and pulling the off-white

drapes closed, shutting out the reddish glow of the setting sun that was gradually sliding towards the

misty-colored hills on the horizon. Gillian came back over and sat down on the couch. She crossed her

legs and then placed her hands on her knees.

"Right!" Stephan quickly shot a few innocent frames, but his mind was on the ones he really wanted to

take, where she would be lewdly naked, her tits and ass in the air.

"How about moving your skirt up a little now?" he suggested casually.

"Let's try a little funny cheesecake."

"You're starting to sound like your brother now," she giggled, throwing back her head-a shot that

Stephan didn't miss. "My ... you should have been an actress, darling. Missed your calling." The film

whirled again.

With a merry glow in her eyes, the young blonde inched her skirt up her thigh towards her pussy, just

enough to reveal her smooth, round knees. "Do you think that will look all right?"

Stephan waved his hand as if to shrug off the worry. "Nobody's gonna see these but us anyway, baby.

Go on, pull it up a little higher."

"All right, if you want," his pretty young wife replied, and bunched the material in the folds of her waist.

I can tell he's been under the influence of that brother of his, she thought silently. But I'd never have the

courage to do this if it wasn't for the three scotches and water I've consumed in the past hour. Although

the beautiful young woman did not want to admit it, alcohol did seem to loosen her strict moral code ...

perhaps dangerously? No, there wasn't anything to worry about. If her own husband wanted a picture of

her like this, skirt tucked lewdly around her waist exposing her long white thighs and the dark shadow of

her pussy beneath her panties, then why not?

"Promise me you won't show any of these to your brother. I don't want him getting any idea that we

approve of what he does."

"Never," he promised. He held his breath and took a few more seconds of film. Then one minute later he

sat down with her and put the developed cartridge in the viewer and showed her the film. He found

himself breathing a little more heavily as he admired the smooth, firm swell of her naked thighs as she sat

almost nude from the hips down. The aching built steadily in his cock; he quickly rose from the couch,

trying to hide the rapidly growing bulge.

"Look, let's take some more, these things are really great," laughed Stephan who suddenly had an idea.

"Lie back and put your legs slowly up on the couch. That's it," he encouraged as he started the movie

camera. "Now lean back and arch your back so that your titties stand out nice and big ..."

She obeyed and Stephan kept shooting as she assumed a sexy pose.

"There! That's it! Yes!"

Stephan stopped shooting and emptied the last of his melting ice into his dry throat, while he waited for

the film to develop. Gillian was doing much more than he expected. He couldn't wait to see just how far

she would go. A minute later he flipped the film into the viewer. "Hot damn!" he said, chokingly under his

breath. "That's fantastic! Maybe I could sell it to one of those shops, you know the quarter-a-peek

ones!" He loved to tease Gillian; she blushed so easily.

"Let me see," demanded Gillian, and he rewound the film and turned the viewer towards her. She

gasped, never before having seen herself so provocatively posed, so, so ... sexy! Crimson crept up from

her huge tits and neck and enflamed her cheeks. "Stephan!" she gasped, but her eyes refused to leave

the image of her lewd pose. She was stretched out on the sofa, her firm, ripely quivering tits straining

against the thin fabric of her sundress, her nipples evident under the thin fabric ... her lips glistening

wetly where she had moistened them with her tongue seconds earlier ... her suntanned legs and thighs

were exposed in all their dark silkiness and there, beneath her skirt, shadowed and mysterious, the dark

triangle of her pussy arched as if it was just waiting to be fucked.

"Stephan, that's ... that's almost obscene!"

"I've got another in mind. This time get down on the carpet."

"What?" she interrupted.

"Down on the carpet," Stephan commanded hoarsely. "This time lie down and lean forward." He made a

quick trip to the bar to refill his glass, allowing Gillian time to get into position. "I want to see your big tan

tits this time," he blurted in his excitement.

"Stephan! What would your mother say?" Yet, in spite of her initial resistance, she did as he bid. For

some unexplainable reason she was caught up in a strangely mounting fever. A small, irrational tingling

started growing in her loins and inner thighs, and she could tell her little cunt was beginning to respond to

these lewd poses too. Already she could feel the excited hot wetness of her pussy juices.

No! she thought, this is a wrong thing to be doing! But when she looked up at the excited face of her

husband, and then dropped her eyes to the huge bulge evident in his thin summer pants, her pussy grew

hotter than before. He's enjoying this, she concluded. God, he's just like his brother, but if it's getting him

excited I guess it's all right. Maybe that's what's making me feel all fluttery inside, too. I know it's not

these obscene films that's making me feel so hot. But I'm happy that Stephan wants to fuck me so badly.

Usually he just drinks his scotch and falls asleep watching television, but if this keeps him interested in

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