Naked Lies (21 page)

"It might
work," Den sighed.

"It will work!
She'll realize that you mean business. If you threaten to send the
photographs and the tape to her mother, she'll have no choice other
than to allow you to fuck her."

The crafty
bastards were sunk, thrashing about in the waves of the cruel sea,
trying to cling to the wreckage of their evil plan. My hand up my
short skirt, toying with my outer lips, I recalled the sex I'd had
to endure, wondering what I'd do now that it was all over. Lisa? I
pondered. I'd enjoyed sex with her, but it had been wrong - I
wasn't a lesbian. Or was I? I still didn't know what I was or what
I wanted.

"Tomorrow
morning's plan is out of the bloody window," Mat sighed
despondently. "I've arranged to have a couple of hours off
and..."

"Look, I'll
try the mother angle. I'll go and tell her that you're on the phone
and I'm in the garden to give you some privacy. I'll tell her that
I'll send a copy of the tape to her mother unless she plays the
game and sucks me off."

"All right.
Tell her that I'll be on the phone for some time, business or
something."

"OK."

Dashing out
onto the patio, I sat down and waited for Den to join me. Mat would
no doubt be spying out of the dining room window, hoping to get his
kicks from watching Den fucking my mouth, but he was in for a great
disappointment! A plan formulating in my mind as my would-be
blackmailer emerged from the house, I grinned amiably at him.

"Finished
already?" I asked.

"No, Mat's on
the phone. He'll be some time - time enough for me to come in your
mouth."

"Den, I've
told you..."

"Then I'll
send a copy of the video tape to your mother. I'll post it first
thing in the morning."

"And I'll
phone her and tell her not to open it. I'll say that it's a present
for Mat and I had to have it sent to her place in case he saw it.
I'll drive over and pick it up."

"In that case,
I'll drive to her house and drop all the photographs and the tape
through her letterbox, no envelopes or packaging."

"You are
clever," I smiled. "But not clever enough."

"We're wasting
time, Jane," he whispered angrily, taking his erect penis out yet
again. "Come on, bitch - suck it!"

Rising to my
feet, I wandered down the garden, leaving Den with his cock trying
to fly his jeans, his face frowning. I glimpsed Mat at the dining
room window as I turned and pretended to look at a flower border.
The pair of them had failed miserably! I reflected. But if my poor
mother were to see the evidence... I hadn't won yet, I knew only
too well.

I became aware
of another battle raging - my insatiable clitoris calling for
intimate attention. The sight of Den's purple knob, the thought of
his sperm bathing my tongue, had turned me on frighteningly. With
horror, I realized that even if I put an end to the sex I'd be
cutting off my nose to spite my face.

The only
partner I'd be left with was Mat, and I didn't want him. I'd have
no one to satisfy my progressively increasing thirst for sex. There
was Lisa, of course, but... No, I didn't want a lesbian
relationship. I had to resist, to deny my craving for her fresh
body, her beautiful cunt. Besides, she was a lying bitch!

Wondering what
plans Den and Mat had made for the morning, I smiled sweetly as Den
wandered across the lawn and stood fidgeting beside me. "I'll drive
over to your mother's now," he threatened. "I can be there in an
hour or so."

"Den, listen
to me. I'll have sex with you as and when you want it, but..."

"There are no
buts. It's all or nothing."

"Listen! As I
told you, I'm leaving Mat for another man. I don't care whether you
believe me or not, I'm leaving him. We'll have sex, but not when
Mat's around."

"He's on the
phone, so you have time to suck..."

"No, not when
he's around. Tomorrow morning, I'll ring him at work. If he's
there, then I'll be sure to have at least an hour alone. It takes
him a good hour to drive home, so..."

"But..."

"Take it or
leave it, Den."

"OK," he
sighed. "Let me know when you've phoned him."

"Go back into
the house and I'll join you shortly."

Now what would
the evil pair come up with? I wondered as Den mooched across the
lawn with his hands in his pockets. Would he tell Mat about my
offer? Surely Mat got his kicks from watching another man sexually
abuse me? How would he react knowing that I was having sex while he
was at work? A voyeur is only a voyeur when spying, watching others
fucking. If Mat was never around he couldn't use the hole in the
fence or fuck my bottom while I was blindfolded. No doubt they'd
come up with some plan or other but, for the time being, I felt
that I was winning.

Returning to
the house, I crept into the kitchen, listening intently as they
chatted in the dining room. Mat was still cursing and complaining
while Den was coming up with one crazy plan after another. Again
wondering why Mat had treated me like this, why he'd wanted to
watch me enduring sex with another man, I thought about Lisa.

Had she had
sex with Mat? A tart like that would undoubtedly enjoy any man's
cock up her cunt, and the way Mat had behaved, he'd have had no
qualms about fucking her. Perhaps Den had come up with the same
idea as me, I mused. Perhaps he'd sent her round to see me because
she was his double agent. But she'd seemed genuine enough when we'd
been in bed together - genuinely loving and lusting. My thoughts
were muddled. She was no more innocent than Den or Mat!

Picturing the
girl's alluring cunt, I pondered on shaving my pubic hairs,
removing my downy cunny fleece. Mat would believe that Den had
forced me to do it. I'd say that I'd done it because I preferred it
that way, hairless, smooth, naked - like Lisa. I might even mark my
breasts, spank my milky mammary spheres with a thin cane and Mat
would believe that Den had done it. Den would deny it and Mat would
become suspicious.

I'd feed Lisa
false information, tell her that Den had forced me to endure anal
sex with six men. I'd say that I'd had three men at once, in my
mouth, my bum and my cunt - and discover whether her allegiance was
true or false. If she really was the lying bitch I believed her to
be, my claims of dreadful sexual abuse would get back to Mat.

But, whatever
I did or didn't plan to do, the thought of Mat treating me the
despicable way he had wouldn't leave my mind. In pursuing his
perverse sexual gratification, he'd put me through a living hell.
He'd never shown signs of perversity in the past, never talked
about anal sex, bondage, buttock whipping... When had he changed? I
wondered. What had changed him?

When Den
finally left I ventured into the lounge to find Mat pouring himself
a large scotch. As he lounged in his armchair, I sank onto the
sofa, wondering what to say. He smiled at me, but there was
confusion in his eyes. What would he say? What devilish plans had
the evil pair conjured?

"Had a good
day?" he ventured.

"Not bad. Oh,
I forgot to tell you, Lisa phoned earlier."

"She phoned
here?" He frowned, leaning forward in his chair.

"Yes, she's
coming over for coffee tomorrow morning."

"Coffee?
But..."

"But what? I
thought it rather nice of her to ring me. We'll spend some time
together, get to know each other."

"Is Den coming
with her?"

"Den? Why
would he want to come with her?"

"I just
thought... As they're friends, I thought he might come with
her."

"No, Lisa's
coming on her own. We're going to have a chat, you know, woman to
woman - girl talk."

"Does he
know?"

"I have no
idea. What is it, Mat? What's the matter?"

"Nothing,
nothing. Er... I'm just nipping over to Den's. I forgot to ask him
something."

"OK. Well, I
think I'll go up to bed. I could do with an early night."

"Right, I'll
see you later."

Grinning as he
scrambled from the room, I was sure that I was now way out in
front, winning point after point. Knowledge is power, I reflected.
Now I knew who my adversaries were, I could fight them. Was Lisa an
adversary or an ally? I didn't know, but I'd soon find out. I
debated whether to ring her, feed her some false information and
see where it popped up. But no, not yet, I decided.

Grabbing the
ringing phone, I was surprised to hear her. "It's funny that you
should phone, I was just thinking about ringing you," I
chuckled.

"Den's just
phoned me," she said. Her voice was cold, hard, accusing. "Did you
tell him that I'm coming round for coffee tomorrow morning?"

"You're not,
are you?"

"No, but did
you say that I was?"

"Why would I
say that? Why would I say that you're coming round if you're
not?"

"I don't know.
He went apeshit, started yelling at me."

"Why? I don't
understand."

"I suppose,
after all that's happened, he doesn't like the idea of me seeing
you without him."

"I don't know
what he's playing at now, but I can assure you that I've said
nothing to him about you, Lisa. I haven't even seen him, let alone
talked to him."

"What about
your husband? Did you say anything to him? He might have mentioned
it to Den."

"I haven't
talked to Mat about you. Lisa, are you sure that you don't know who
Den's friend is, the man he brought round here?"

"No, I don't
know him. I wonder why Den thinks that I'm going to see you
tomorrow?"

"He's up to
his tricks again. I wouldn't trust him, Lisa. The best thing is to
ignore him."

"Yes, I
suppose you're right. Oh, there's the doorbell. I'll... I'll call
you tomorrow."

"That'll be
nice, I'll look forward to it."

"OK, bye."

The ball was
rolling faster, picking up momentum. Mat had told Den, Den had rung
Lisa... I was almost beginning to enjoy the fun and games, but the
terrible things Mat had done to me weighed heavy on my mind. I'd
never forget, let alone forgive. But I had to keep my wits about
me, not dwell on the past. Look forward, plan ahead.

As Mat breezed
into the room, I looked up, smiling sweetly. "You were quick, did
you see Den?" I asked.

"Yes, I did,"
he replied pensively. "Jane, Den's just told me that he's going out
with Lisa tomorrow morning so I don't see how she can be coming to
see you."

"That's odd.
Why would she say that she's... Oh, perhaps she's coming here, and
then going next door to Den."

"No, they're
going out early, for the day."

"How strange.
Perhaps she forgot?"

"She'd hardly
forget that she'd arranged to go out with Den for the day."

"No, I suppose
not."

"Has she been
to see you before?"

"Yes, she came
round before the weekend, I forgot to mention it to you."

"You forgot? I
would have thought that..."

"She wasn't
here for long. We had coffee and a chat, and then she left. You
seem worried, do you have a problem with her coming to see me?"

"No, no of
course not. It's just that..."

"I'm hoping
that we'll become good friends. I like her very much, we get on
well together. Anyway, I'm going up to bed."

"OK, I'll be
up later."

Knowing that
he'd ring Den the minute I'd gone, I left the door ajar and lurked
on the stairs. The evil bastards didn't know what the hell was
going on! My little game was causing them real problems. And I'd
cause them more problems before the night was out, I decided.
Confuse them and set them against each other.

I was right.
Like a bat out of hell Mat grabbed the phone and began rabbiting to
Den. "She said that Lisa came round before the weekend," he whined.
"Why would she lie? Yes, I realize that someone's lying, Den. It
must be Lisa - Jane would hardly say that the girl's coming round
tomorrow if she wasn't. I don't know, I really don't. Look, as I've
got a couple of hours off tomorrow, I'll come round to your place
and we'll see what happens. Yes, I'll park the car round the
corner. OK, about eight."

Scuttling up the stairs to bed, my face grinning, I was
pleased with the way things were going. I'd lost Mat, I knew,
but... But what?
Divorce
. The terrible word haunted me, tortured me. My marriage would
soon be over. But I had Lisa, hadn't I?

Mat left at
eight the following morning. I gave him several minutes before
creeping downstairs and spying out of the lounge window. Having
parked his car somewhere out of sight, he stole up Den's path,
looking this way and that to make sure that the coast was clear. He
was like a thief in the night, stupid, pathetic, and I hated him.
But what to do? I wondered. Lisa wasn't going to turn up, so
perhaps I should go out. They'd follow me, but I'd lose them
and...

"Christ!" I
breathed, suddenly realizing that this was my husband I was playing
games with. What the hell had happened to our relationship? He was
using and abusing me, lying to me, I was lying to him, planning to
lose him when he followed me... And to top it all, I'd taken Lisa
into the marital bed! But Mat had started the whole thing, I
reflected. I was innocent.

Remembering
that I'd told Den I'd ring Mat's office to see whether he was
there, I thought it best to stick to the plan. It would look
suspicious if I didn't phone, and I didn't want suspicion
surrounding me. Mat's secretary would confirm my call, and he'd not
know that I'd rumbled him. I checked my watch - eight-fifteen. I'd
have to give it an hour or so before phoning.

Perhaps it was
best to stay in the house, I mused. Walking down the street and
losing Den and Mat would serve no purpose at all. I didn't know
what to do. Pacing the lounge floor, my mind swirling with a
thousand thoughts, I was about to have breakfast when the phone
rang.