Naked Lies (25 page)

"You should be
more careful, if you do that in public, you'll..."

"It's OK, I
don't sit like that in public. It was the sun, I was almost falling
asleep."

"Are you sure
you don't want to talk about the phone call?"

"Positive."

"Well, I'd
better go. It's five o'clock, John will be home soon expecting to
eat."

"Five? God,
I'd better think about the evening meal, too."

"I'll ring you
tomorrow."

"Yes, we'll
meet in town for coffee."

"OK, see
you."

Watching her
walk around the side of the house, I wondered what she'd thought
about my cunt. Had she wanted to touch me there? No, probably not.
I shouldn't have allowed her to see. At least she'd thought I'd
displayed my vaginal lips in innocence. She didn't know the whore I
really was, or of my lesbian desires.

Taking the
matured curry from the fridge, I recalled the carrot massaging my
inner vaginal flesh, gently fucking me as I'd moved about. Mat
wouldn't know where the carrot had been as he enjoyed his meal. I
felt wicked - I wanted to retaliate, to get my own back for all
he'd put me through. Had he sent the notes?

"Why should I
cook for him?" I wondered aloud, placing the bowl back in the
fridge. He didn't deserve anything, I reflected. The bastard could
make his own meals in future. I was about to go for a walk when I
heard a key in the front door. Mat was home from work early - if
he'd been to work after fucking my arsehole!

"Hi!" he
smiled as he breezed into the kitchen. "Had a good day?"

"Not bad, and
you?"

"Busy, busy.
What's to eat?"

"Nothing, I
haven't had time to cook."

"Why's
that?"

"Lisa came
round, she's only just left."

"Lisa?"

"Yes, we sat
in the garden and the time just flew. There's curry in the fridge,
if you want to warm it up."

"What did she
want?"

"What do you mean,
what did she
want?
"

"Why did she
come round?"

"To see me, of
course. Mat, I do wish you'd tell me what your problem is with
Lisa. Every time I mention her name you start questioning me and
acting funny."

"There's no
problem with her."

"Good, because
we're thinking about having a holiday together."

"A
holiday?"

"Yes, Greece
for a week or..."

"Jane, I don't
want you going off on holiday with Lisa."

"Why ever not?
You invited Den and Lisa to our barbeque and, now I've become
friendly with her, you don't want me to have anything to do with
her."

"It's not
that, Jane."

"Then, what is
it? If I tell you that Carole's coming round for coffee, you don't
flinch an eyelid, but if I mention Lisa..."

"Coffee's one
thing, but going abroad?"

"A Greek
island, just for a week. You'll be OK, won't you?"

"Yes, of
course, but... Oh, I don't know. I was talking to Den earlier, he
said that you'd had a visitor, a man."

"A man? When
was this?"

"This morning,
he saw a man come here."

"No one's been
to the house today, apart from Lisa. It sounds as if he's up to his
old tricks again."

"Old
tricks?"

"Trying to
stir things. I don't know why you're so friendly with him, he's
nothing but trouble."

"But he saw a
man arrive and come into our house."

"It must have
been a ghost because I didn't see anyone. Are you going to have
curry or not?"

"No, I'll have
something later."

"Well, I'm
going out for a walk. It's a nice evening and Lisa said she'd go to
the recreation ground. I'd said I'd meet her there."

"But I've only
just got in."

"I won't be
long. When I get back, we'll have the evening together."

Leaving him
standing in the kitchen like a lost sheep, I slipped out of the
front door and walked down the street. I knew he'd follow me and I
quickened my pace, the evening air cooling my vaginal lips, my love
lips. My nipples still swollen, caressed by my silk blouse as my
breasts bobbed up and down, I felt an urgent desire for orgasm
welling in my womb. But I had more important things to do. I wished
I was meeting Lisa.

The game was
silly, futile, but Mat was becoming more suspicious about my
mysterious lover and probably thought I was going to meet him.
There was a wood at the far side of the recreation ground and I
decided to slip into the trees and hide.

As I hurried
across the street and walked across the grass towards the woods, I
turned my head. Mat was some distance behind. He'd be thinking
about men, male lovers, clandestine meetings, illicit sex -
adultery. My stomach somersaulted as I followed a small path into
the woods. I felt excited, elated.

Squatting
behind a thick clump of bushes, my drenched labia ballooning
between the backs of my thighs, I silently waited. What I was going
to do, I had no idea. Mat would look for me and eventually give up
and go home. Then what?

Twigs cracking
underfoot, leaves rustling, I held my breath. I could just see him
through the thick foliage, searching for me. What did he expect to
find? Me on my back, my legs open, my secret lover fucking me? He'd
question me when I got home. I'd lie to him, tell him that I'd met
Lisa and we'd walked through the woods talking and enjoying the
summer evening. He'd think that I'd sucked her clitoris to
orgasm.

I watched him
finally give up his search and leave the woods. Relieved, I emerged
from my hide and followed the path, contemplating, thinking. Deeper
I wandered into the thicket, the path becoming narrower, finally
disappearing. Birds fluttering, singing, tree branches towering
above me, closing in, I wanted to lose myself in the woods - in my
thoughts. Emerging into a clearing, I lay on the downy grass and
rested my aching body.

My skirt up
over my stomach, my thighs wide, I couldn't help myself as I
slipped three fingers into my drenched cunt and massaged my
clitoris to a beautiful orgasm. The trees covering me, concealing
my wickedness, I gasped in my carnal delight. Another climax
gripped me, shook my very soul as I masturbated. My hands finally
falling by my sides, I fell asleep, satisfied, for the time being.
The trees watched over me.

Waking to find
myself engulfed in darkness, canopied by the trees from the cool
night air, I clambered to my feet and inched my way back to the
path. I had no idea what the time was, how long I'd slept after an
exhausting day of crude sex, but time didn't matter. The later it
was the better, I mused, following the path as the moon peeped at
me from behind a cloud. Mat would be worried, his mind conjuring
lurid scenes of me with my lover, scenes of rampant sex.

All the lights
were on in the house, the front door ajar, and I wondered whether
he'd called the police as I slipped into the hall. Glancing at my
watch as I passed the lounge, I heard him talking on the phone and
stopped to listen.

"No, she's
still not back," he was whining. My inner thighs were sticky, cunt
milk sticky. "Well, you've phoned Lisa twice so we know that she
didn't go to meet her. Den, are you sure someone came to see Jane
this morning? Yes, I know you said that a man phoned while you were
here, but did you actually see him arrive? No, I realize you can't
spend all day looking out of the window. OK, all we can do is wait.
Yes, I'll let you know. Bye."

Taking a deep
breath, I ventured into the lounge, my mind brimming with ideas,
plans, lies - my vagina brimming with my lubricious lust milk. Mat
turned and looked at me, his brown eyes frowning, accusing, as I
flopped onto the sofa in my innocence. I wanted to finger myself
and come.

"Sorry I've
been so long," I smiled sweetly.

"Long? Jane,
do you know what time it is? Where the hell have you been?"

"Lisa wasn't
there so I walked to her flat. We got talking and... Well, time
flies when you're having fun."

"Den rang Lisa
and..."

"Yes, he rang
twice while I was there. He's a strange one, she reckoned that he
was making sure she was at home. Goodness knows why."

"Why didn't
she tell him that you were with her?"

"Why should
she tell Den that I was there? It's none of his business."

"I've been out
of my mind with worry. I wish you'd phoned and said where you
were."

"I rang twice
but it was engaged. Did you have any curry?"

"No, no I
didn't. So, where did you go when you left here?"

"I went to the
recreation ground looking for Lisa. I took a walk through the woods
and finally decided to go to her flat. The woods are lovely in the
evening."

"Yes, I'm sure
they are. I've been really worried about you, Jane."

Worried about
me? That was a laugh! Watching as I was chained, fucked by several
men and thrashed... The only thing Mat was worried about was losing
me, putting an end to his games. But I'd given the ball another
shove, it was rolling fast. My lies to Den about a visitor, my lies
about going to see Lisa... The ball really was gathering
momentum.

As Mat left
the room to make coffee, I couldn't help but grin. He was confused,
lost in his confusion. He'd thought he'd had it all worked out so
well. The magazine, the photographs, audio tape, video tape... His
plans couldn't have gone much further off course. But it was all
very sad, I reflected. I'd thought we'd been so happy together, but
now? Now we were miles apart, lying, cheating, deceiving. Did I
want to turn the clock back? I wondered. My sexuality woken, did I
want to return to the monogamous days of lovemaking with Mat?
Clocks only go forward.

My life upside
down, my marriage in ruins, I couldn't capture my feelings - they
ran away from me, like autumn leaves tossed on the wind. I had no
concrete plans, no goal or aims. I couldn't live with uncertainty
any more, I decided. I had to take control of my life.

"Coffee," Mat
said uneasily, placing two steaming mugs on the table. I sneaked a
look at the slight bulge in his trousers and imagined him fucking
my bottom-hole. "Jane, this thing you say I have about Lisa... I'll
be honest with you. She's a lesbian."

"Yes, I know
that!" I giggled.

"You
know?"

"Of course, it
stands out a mile."

"Has she
ever... Well, you know, made a pass at you?"

"No, of course
not. She likes me very much, and I like her. We've found a sort of
affiliation together."

"What,
sexual?"

"No, don't be
silly! She already has a girlfriend, I've met her."

"I didn't know
that."

"You wouldn't,
would you? Mat, you said you'd be honest with me. Now I have to be
honest with you."

"What do you
mean?"

"I'm not sure
about us any more'. Day by day, it's getting harder to stay with
you."

"Why, what's
happened?"

"All sorts of
things have happened. My latent feelings and desires have been
woken."

"Latent
feelings and desires?"

"I can't
explain, I can't find the words. It occurred to me as I walked
through the woods that we haven't made love for a while."

"Yes,
but..."

"It takes a
lot for me to say this - I don't miss it. I thought I'd found
eternal love with you, I'd thought we were as one."

"We are, Jane.
I don't understand what's happened. Is it Lisa?"

"No, of course
it's not Lisa! You won't understand in a million years because I
don't understand it myself - I can't explain it. I've changed,
things have happened that have changed me."

"Are you
leaving me, is that what you're trying to say?"

"Let's not be
hasty, let's give it time, Mat."

Pouring
himself a larger than usual scotch, he was obviously now in two
minds about his games, regretting all he'd done, all he'd put me
through. It was only a guess, but I reckoned that he'd now tell Den
to leave me alone, to put an end to the blackmail, the sordid sex
sessions. His game had backfired on him and I was emerging as the
winner. Was there really a winner?

"I don't
understand this," he sighed, gulping down his drink. "Things have
been great between us, and now you're talking about splitting
up."

"Not splitting
up, just giving it time. Look, I'm going up to bed, let's sleep on
it and see how we feel in the morning."

"I know how I
feel - I love you, Jane."

"Yes, I know.
Just give me time, Mat. I need time to think."

Pausing
halfway up the stairs for Mat's predictable call to his partner in
perversity, I felt a deep sadness in my heart. I hadn't wanted this
but Mat had driven me to it, exorcised my love for him. I knew he'd
do his best to hang on to me as I heard him whinging on the phone.
He'd be sweet and kind from now on - but it was too late.

"We went too
far, too soon," he whined to Den. "Let things calm down for a while
and then we'll start on her again." Climbing the stairs to bed, I
felt sad, confused - lost. It was a no-win situation. At last, the
tables had turned. Mat and Den had lost, but I, too, had
nothing.

Crawling
beneath my quilt, I lay naked in the marital bed, recalling Lisa
loving me, licking me to orgasm. Her firm thighs parted, her
hairless pussy open, my tongue lapping between her love lips,
delving into her juicy sex hole... Did I have Lisa? Did I want
Lisa?

Mat brought me
tea in bed the following morning. Did he think that a cup of tea
would change things? I wondered as I schemed my schemes. Propped up
on my pillow as he washed and dressed, my plans emerged from the
swirling mist of my mind - crystal clear. I'd cane my breasts,
shave my pubic hair off, and he'd believe that Den was still
blackmailing me. If Mat thought that Den was sexually abusing me
while he was at work, I'd cause no end of trouble between the evil
pair.