Naked Lies (27 page)

Finally
halting the self-abuse, I gazed at my scarlet mammary globes.
"Perfect," I murmured, eyeing the ugly weals fanning out across my
swollen spheres. Mat was in for a high-voltage shock! Slipping into
my blouse and leaving the wood, I hurried home, rivers of sex milk
coursing down my inner thighs as I thought about masturbating,
fucking the garden hoe. I wanted Lisa. No, I wanted a penis, three
penises fucking my orifices, spunking deep into my naked body. The
cane? Yes, I desperately craved the cane, a buttock thrashing. I
wanted crude sex in all its crudity.

Dashing into
the house, my breasts stinging like hell, I froze as I heard Mat's
car pull up in the drive. Panic-struck, I knew I shouldn't have
shaved my pussy or thrashed my breasts. Fleeing upstairs to the
bathroom, I locked the door, wondering what to do. I had to go
ahead with my plan now, I had no choice. I was innocent. An
innocent victim of blackmail.

Slipping out
of my skirt and blouse as the front door opened and closed, I
wandered across the landing to my bedroom. Hearing my movements,
Mat climbed the stairs. This was it - the next act in the tragic
play.

"Jane!" he
gasped as he appeared in the doorway and gazed in disbelief at my
glowing breasts, my hairless cunt. "What the hell..."

"Mat, I... I
fell over in the garden," I stammered, feigning guilt as best I
could. "The branches of the apple tree caught me as I fell
and..."

"What have you
done to your... Jane, why have you shaved?"

"I read about
it. A lot of women shave and I... I thought I'd try it."

"Christ, you
look like... Why shave? It's not like you to do that."

"As I said, I
read about it. Don't you like me like this?"

"Whether I
like it or not doesn't... The tree did that to your tits?"

"Yes, I
tripped and fell."

"I can't
believe that the tree... You look as if you've been whipped."

"Of course I
haven't been whipped! I was naked, and I tripped over the hoe and
fell."

"You'd better
rub some cream into the weals. God, I've never seen anything like
it."

"I'm a bit
sore but I'll be all right. What are you doing here, anyway? It's
only half past three."

"I was
passing. Er... I'm just popping over to Den's with some
papers."

"OK, I'll be
down in a minute."

My plan was
working admirably, I reflected as I hurriedly dressed and bounded
downstairs. There wasn't a great deal Mat could say. In his mind,
I'd been forced to shave and have my breasts whipped. Again, I was
innocent. Slipping round the side of the house, I hovered by the
fence and listened to Mat as he stood on Den's doorstep hurling his
accusations. The ball wasn't rolling now - it was hurtling
full-pelt!

"I haven't
even seen her," Den protested.

"It seems odd
to me that we were talking about shaving her fanny, and now..."

"Mat, I
haven't touched her."

"Do you
honestly expect me to believe that? Christ, I was trying to calm
things down, woo her back, but now? Couldn't you have waited, as
we'd planned?"

"I was
waiting, for Christ's sake!"

"Yes, it looks
like it! Keep away from her, Den. Just give me a little more time
and then we'll start again, blackmail her and have our fun."

"Mat, I
haven't touched her. I don't know what's happened to her, but it
had nothing to do with me."

"She said she
fell over, but I can't believe that. She reckons that she shaved
her fanny because she'd read about it, but she'd never do a thing
like that. It's just not like her."

"You have to
remember that she's changing, Mat. All we've put her through, she's
changed."

"Look, I'd
better get back. I'll see you this evening."

"All right.
But you must believe me - I haven't laid eyes on her."

"OK, I'll see
you later."

Dashing back
into the house, I waited in the kitchen for Mat to return. Now
what? I wondered, pouring myself a glass of orange juice. My plan
had worked admirably, but to what end? Causing friction between Mat
and Den wouldn't really achieve anything.

"Jane, have
you been coming on to Den?" Mat asked as he stood in the
doorway.

"Coming on to
Den? What do you mean?"

"He said that
you've been flaunting yourself, deliberately wandering around the
garden naked."

"I've been
sunbathing naked, but not flaunting myself."

"Do you fancy
Den?"

"Fancy Den?
You must be joking! Of all the men in the world..."

"I don't want
you wandering around with no clothes on, Jane. It's not right."

"I'll sunbathe
naked as and when I wish. If he's going to spy on me, that's his
problem, not mine. I'll not be dictated to by anyone."

"But Jane...
Look, he thinks you're giving him the come on."

"He's
mad."

"What have you
been up to today?"

"Up to? I sat
in the garden with Lisa, I went for a walk... What's this all
about, Mat?"

"It's about
you. Shaving your fanny, your tits look as if they've been
whipped..."

"Now you're
being ridiculous! My tits look as if they've been whipped! Can you
imagine me doing that? Do you think I'd abuse my body like
that?"

"I don't know.
What the hell was that cow Lisa doing here?"

"She's not a
cow, she's a very good friend of mine."

"I wish you've
never met her. Has Den been round today?"

"Hadn't you
better get back to work?"

"Yes, in a
minute."

Mat was
wallowing in regret. His plan had gone so very wrong, left him
jealous, guilty, and almost paranoid. Again, I wondered why he'd
put me through hell, used and abused me, derived pleasure from
watching other men fuck me. What had triggered the idea? Why had he
changed from a loving husband to a sex fiend? And how did he have
the audacity to virtually accuse me of defiling my naked body when
he knew only too well that Den would have done it? Given half the
chance, he would have done it!

A new plan
formulating in my mind, I finished my drink and wandered out onto
the patio. If I told Mat that Den had been round, had coffee with
me, sat in the garden with me... The idea was good but, again, I
had no goal. All I'd do was cause more trouble. There again, if Mat
thought I was having something with Den, he might leave me. If he
believed that I was willingly having sex with Den... Did I want him
to leave me? Yes.

"Has Den been
round?" Mat asked again as he joined me in the garden.

"Yes, we had
coffee together earlier," I lied, my stomach somersaulting as Mat's
eyes filled with jealousy and anger.

"Coffee
together?" he echoed.

"He came round
the back looking for you. I said that you were at work and he
stayed for coffee and a chat."

"He didn't
mention it to me."

"Mat, why
should people tell others everything they do? Why should Lisa tell
Den that I was at her place when he phoned her? Why should I have
to account for my every move?"

"You don't
have to. I just thought it odd that Den didn't mention it to me.
Was he here for long?"

"We sat in the
garden talking for an hour or so. You said that I should get to
know him, so what's the problem?"

"Nothing,
nothing."

As he mooched
across the lawn with his hands in his pockets, I tried to imagine
life without him. I wouldn't be lonely, I had Lisa for company -
and sex. Life without Mat would be a life of freedom, doing what I
wanted, as and when I wanted. But I'd miss the crude sex. I was
already missing the crude sex!

Another crazy
plan formulating in my wayward mind, I slipped into the house and
rang Den. I must have been insane, but inspired by a lethal
combination of my thirst for dangerous sex and revenge, I had
conceived the wickedest of plans. Although Mat had told Den to back
off for a while, I knew he'd not be able to resist my naked body, a
chance for crude sex. A devilish grin furled my lips as he answered
the phone.

"Den, it's
Jane," I said softly.

"Jane? Oh,
er..."

"I haven't
seen you for a while."

"No, I..."

"Listen, about
the tapes and photographs. I don't want my mother... Can we come to
some arrangement or other?"

"Yes, yes of
course we can!" he replied excitedly. "What did you have in
mind?"

"You're the
blackmailer, I'd have thought that you'd tell me."

"Yes, that's
right. How's your lover?"

"He's fine.
I... I can't leave Mat, the house isn't ready yet."

"Not the
Cotswolds again?"

"I'm not
saying. When I've gone, I won't care what you do. But, as I have to
stay here for the time being, I don't want any trouble."

"I'm pleased
that you've seen sense at last."

"Mat's here at
the moment. He'll be going soon so..."

"I want to
have a word with him about... about business. I'll come round and
see him."

"All right.
But no more threats, Den. I'll do anything you want, just don't go
sending anything to my mother."

"OK, I'll be
round in a minute."

"Mat's down
the garden."

"Right."

Hiding in the
kitchen, I watched Den stride down the garden and join Mat by the
apple tree. Was he going to tell Mat that I'd phoned? I pondered.
Was he going to tell him to hide in the house and watch as he
thrashed and fucked me? Or was he going to keep his secret, use and
abuse me when Mat was at work? How would Mat feel if the crude sex
resumed? There were too many unanswered questions, too many pieces
missing from the jigsaw puzzle to reveal the picture. All I could
do was play it by ear.

When Den had
gone, Mat returned to the house, suspicion firing his eyes. "Den
said that he didn't have coffee with you," he said accusingly.

"He... God,
the man's mad! He was here for at least an hour. Why lie about
it?"

"I reckon he
fancies you, he doesn't want me to know that he's been here. I
can't think of any other reason."

"Perhaps
you're right, but he's not made a move, not hinted, even."

"It's best
that you don't see him when I'm not here, Jane."

"That won't be
easy, he works from home and I'm here all the time."

"Look, I'd
better get going. Try and keep out of his way, OK?"

"Well, I'll
try, but..."

"And don't
walk around the garden in the altogether. Especially now that
you've been... Now that you've shaved. I want us to be happy, Jane.
The things you said last night... I don't want us to split up."

"Give me time,
Mat. I'm not sure what I want any more, just give me time."

"OK, I'll see
you this evening."

Den would be
round the minute he saw Mat leave, I was sure. My cunt shaved, my
breasts thrashed, burning, I wasn't sure that I could endure a
session of good sex. I'd make him wait, I decided, locking the back
door and putting the latch up on the front door. He could rampage
around knocking and ringing with his stiff cock in dire need of my
orifices, and I'd make him wait. Could I wait for his stiff
cock?

Climbing the
stairs, I sat on my bed thinking about Mat, the dreadful things
he'd put me through. Why had he done it? I again wondered. What had
triggered his perversity? Since the day Den had brought the
magazine round, Mat and I hadn't made love. He'd fucked me, spunked
in my mouth, spermed up my bottom - but we'd not made love. Love
had gone, evaporated into the ether without a trace.

Mat's jealousy
had finally got the better of him, I reflected. His perverse games
might have brought him sexual gratification for a while, but now
the thought of me with another man riled him. I'd make sure that
there were telltale signs after Den's visits - his leather belt, a
length of rope, anything to prove that he'd used and abused me yet
again. Better still, if Mat were to come home and catch Den fucking
me...

The idea
appealed to me, but what was I trying to do? Did I want Mat to
think that Den was still blackmailing me? Or to believe that I was
having an affair with him? The dangerous game was taking new
twists, new turns.

As I was
pouring a cup of tea, Den wandered into the kitchen from the hall
with a carrier bag as if he owned the place. "How the hell did you
get in?" I gasped, suddenly remembering that I'd put the latch
up.

"I have my
ways," he said, grinning at me as he placed the bag on the table.
"So, you've shaved your cunt."

"How do you
know that?" I asked as he realized his mistake. There was no way he
could have known, other than hearing it from Mat.

"I... I saw
you in the garden."

"I haven't
been in the garden."

"The point is,
I know that you've shaved your cunt. Show me."

More sex, more
abuse. But my desperation for sexual satisfaction was running
higher than ever. I needed him. Mat was due home in about
half-an-hour. Was there time to enjoy a session of crude sex? I
wondered. Would I be better off without Mat? I'd be free - free to
fuck.

"There," I
said, lifting my skirt up over my stomach and displaying my naked
mound.

"Nice, very
nice... Now, this arrangement you talked about. You're going to be
at my beck and call, you'll do everything I ask, when I ask. Do you
understand?"

"Yes, I just
don't want my mother seeing..."

"She won't
discover the truth, not if you behave yourself. If I phone and tell
you to kneel by the hole in the fence, you'll do it immediately,
without question. If I order you to come round to my place you'll
be there within two minutes."

"And if Mat
happens to discover the truth?"

"He
won't."