Naked Lies (35 page)

"I will!" he
cried, his balls slapping my rounded buttocks, his swollen knob
battering my cervix. "I'll spunk up your cunt until you
overflow!"

"I want to
feel your sperm gushing into my cunt. Fuck me harder!"

His belly
slapping mine, his cock ramming into me, jolting my naked body, he
grimaced as his sperm jetted from his knob, splattering my cervix,
lubricating our illicit fucking. On and on he thrust into me,
filling me with his cream until my cunt bubbled and overflowed, our
orgasmic milk mingling, running between my buttocks, irrigating my
anal rose.

Massaging my
orgasm from my pulsating clitoris as he continued his beautiful
fucking, I wailed as my climax gripped me, my entire body
trembling, my very being drifting in a pool of sex. I wanted more
cocks, more sperm, as much dirty sex as I could get. Cunts, knobs,
girl juice, sperm... I wanted to drown in crude sex.

"God, you're
bloody good!" he gasped, his masculine body collapsing on top of
me, his cock shrinking within my gripping sex duct. "I could fuck
you three times a day!"

"You will, Den
- you will," I breathed as my climax receded, leaving my trembling
body temporarily satisfied.

As he rolled
off me, I climbed to my feet, torrents of sperm and cunt milk
streaming down my legs as I grabbed my blouse. Dressing, I thought
again of Mat. He'd be checking his watch, waiting for the hour of
revelation, the hour of the ultimate goal. What should I do? I
wondered. Allow him to catch Den fucking me? Or should I go out and
ruin their plan?

I thought it
best to be alone in the house when Mat arrived. My devious mind
devising a plan, I looked down at Den as he lay on the floor, his
wet cock limp over his rolling balls. Den up my cunt and Mat up my
arse?

"I wonder
whether Mat would like to join in?" I murmured pensively.

"I'm sure he
would!"

"I'll tell you
what I'll do. I'll ring him, get him to come home, and I'll talk to
him about it. If I broach the subject carefully, he might..."

"I reckon that
he'd be only too willing!" Den grinned, leaping to his feet. "Go
home and ring him now."

"OK. But you
must leave this to me, Den. I don't want you butting in, trying to
persuade him."

"I wouldn't
dream of it."

"Don't go
phoning him or anything, OK?"

"OK. Let me
know..."

"When he comes
home, if all goes according to plan, I'll ring you. We'll have an
afternoon of sex."

"Great!"

"Right, wish
me luck," I smiled, leaving the room.

So far so
good, I mused as I walked up the path and opened the front door.
But I still hadn't come to a decision, I reflected as I wandered
into the lounge. Pacing the floor, my apprehension rising as the
appointed hour drew closer, I knew that I had to calm down and
compose myself. The outcome of my talk with Mat would change my
life! I had to get my mind together and think straight.

Mat crept into
the lounge at eleven o'clock, not a minute before, not a minute
after. Looking around the room as I smiled at him, he frowned,
holding his hand to his head in his puzzlement. His miserable plan
in ruins, I almost felt sorry for him.

"What are you
doing here?" I asked innocently.

"Er... I...
Has anyone been to see you?"

"No, should
they have done?"

"No, no. I
just wondered, that was all. Have you seen Den today?"

"I haven't
seen anyone, Mat."

"Have you been
out?"

"No, I've been
here all the time. Why all these questions? What's the matter?"

"Nothing,
nothing."

He paced the
floor, his head low, his expression pained. Loosening his tie, he
stood by the window and gazed at the garden. He'd obviously psyched
himself up for the moment, prepared, planned... And now?
Nothing.

"Mat, sit
down. I want to talk to you," I said as he turned to face me.

"About
us?"

"Yes, about
us."

Sinking into
his armchair, he checked his watch nervously and asked me the right
time. Was there ever a right time? Rechecking the inordinate hands,
he looked pathetic, riddled with confusion. Poor Mat, his plan had
gone so terribly wrong, and here he was now anxiously waiting for
me to talk about us, our future, our marriage. I remained standing,
anxious to give the impression of authority, of power.

"Well?" he
frowned.

"I... I know
everything, Mat," I began hesitantly.

"Everything
about what?"

"About you.
You were the perpetrator of the plan."

"Plan? What
plan?"

"The plan to
blackmail me, to use me for debased sex and..."

"Jane, what
are you talking about?" he asked, feigning puzzlement as he leapt
to his feet. "Blackmail? Debased sex?"

"You set me
up, the magazine photographs, the cassette tape with my so-called
confession... You framed me."

"I really have
no idea what you're talking about!" he protested.

Pacing the
floor again, guilt mirrored in his brown eyes, he was obviously
stunned. His hands visibly trembling as he loosened his tie a
little more, I could hear his breathing quicken as his anxiety
rose. The day had come, the moment of confrontation that I always
knew would inevitably arrive.

I drew an
intake of breath. "Your ultimate goal was to turn me into a
nymphomaniac so that you could enjoy more sex with me, watch Den
fuck me and watch me perform lesbian acts."

"Watch Den
fuck you? Jane, what's he been up to? I'll kill him if he's laid a
finger on you!"

"He's done
more than that, and you know it!"

"I don't
know..."

"Seeing as
you've been watching, you know exactly what he's done to me."

What could he
say? Rubbing his forehead, he obviously realized that there was no
point in denying his involvement. I felt a mixture of sorrow and
anger, pity and hatred. But now what? Now that I'd confronted him,
what next? Should I allow him to achieve his Nirvana?

"Well, what
have you got to say?" I asked.

"Jane, I... I
don't know what to say."

"You could try
explaining why you did it, why you put me through hell."

"Our sex
life... I thought that..."

"Was our
lovemaking no good? My cunt wasn't enough for you, is that it? You
wanted to fuck my arsehole, didn't you?"

"Don't use
that word."

"Don't use
that word? That's rich, coming from you!"

"I'm sorry. I
suppose I thought that the sex would change you, make you more
adventurous in bed."

"It has
changed me, Mat."

"Yes, I know.
I thought we'd be better together, sexually. I thought that, with
Den and Lisa, we might discover new pleasures, bring some
excitement into our sex lives. That was the plan."

"And your plan
worked very well. I enjoy lesbian sex, I enjoy having one man after
another, several men at the same time. Oh yes, your plan worked all
right."

"So... You
mean that..."

"I mean your
plan worked, you achieved what you set out to achieve. I'm now a
bisexual nymphomaniac."

"Why tell me
all this now?"

"Because I
don't want to have to pretend any more'. The so-called blackmail,
the threats... I don't want to have to go on playacting."

"So, things
are OK?"

"Things could
never be better as far as I'm concerned."

"That's
great!"

His face
glowing, I don't think he could believe his luck. But what was I
doing? I'd still not come to a decision. Mat now thought that we
were okay together, that we were going to enjoy group sex, naked
romps with Den and Lisa. What did I want? I didn't know.

"You and Den
put me through hell," I said angrily.

"We went too
far, I realize that," he admitted, his head low again. "It was
supposed to be just Den and me, and then Lisa came on the scene
and... Well, as I said, we went too far."

"I'm glad that
Lisa came on the scene. She's a lovely girl, we get on great
together."

"I know that!"
he chuckled. "So, you have no regrets?"

"I'm more than
pleased by the way things have turned out. I'm a new woman, I enjoy
sex to the full, and I wouldn't want to turn the clock back."

"That's great,
Jane! I'm sorry for all the things you had to endure, but I'm over
the moon because it's all worked out so well."

"So am I, Mat.
So am I."

As he answered his mobile phone, I wandered over to the window
and looked at the front garden. The weeds were prolific, the
daisies spreading like fire through the long grass.
Daisy chains. Chains of bondage
. I wanted to masturbate now, to bring myself off. No,
later.

"I've got to
go to work," Mat said, slipping his phone into his pocket. "I've
had so much time off recently that I'm going to be in trouble if
I'm not careful. I wish I had more time, there's a lot to talk
about."

"Yes, there
is."

"How did you
find out about the plan?"

"A shrewd
guess, intuition. I put two and two together."

"Oh, right.
Shit, I'd better go. This evening... This evening we'll have some
fun, celebrate our new way of life, our new beginning."

"OK, I'll see
you later."

"I'll get some
wine. I... I love you, Jane."

Love? That was
a rich one. He didn't know the meaning of the word! Did I? As he
smugly left the room, I realized that I still had time to come to a
decision. Again, I thought that the best thing that could happen
would be for Mat to leave. Love? No, I felt no love for him, not
after all he'd put me through. He wanted a dirty bitch who'd revel
in extreme sex, not a loving wife. I'd become a dirty bitch, but I
didn't want sex with Mat. I didn't need him. And I didn't want to
be anyone's loving wife.

I wandered
aimlessly around the house. One hour, two... Mat would definitely
have to go, I finally decided. But how? How could I get him to
leave me? I couldn't envisage him walking away from me, his wife,
his home - not for anything. But there had to be a way.

Answering the
phone, I was pleased to hear Lisa. "What's happening?" she asked
excitedly. "I thought you were going to ring me."

"Yes, I was
about to."

"Den rang
me."

"I told you
not to answer the phone, Lisa."

"It was after
midday, I thought it was you."

"What did he
say?"

"He said that
he'd spoken to your husband and..."

"To my
husband?"

"Yes, he said
you're having an orgy this evening and he asked me to come."

"I am not
having an orgy! Sorry, I didn't mean to shout. Lisa, if I managed
to get rid of my husband, would you come and live with me?"

"Yes, I'd love
to!"

"Don't get too
excited, I don't know whether I can get him out of the house yet.
I'll ring you later, OK?"

"OK. Do your
best, Jane. I'd really like to live with you."

"Yes, I will.
Just be patient."

"I'll wait for
you to ring."

"All
right."

I sat on the
sofa contemplating, listening to my whispering thoughts as I waited
for the time to pass. My hand between my thighs, I massaged my
erect clitoris, recalling the debauched sex, the spunking cocks.
How to get rid of Mat? Would my thoughts tell me?

My orgasm
suddenly erupting, shaking me to the core, I slipped two fingers
into my drenched cunt as I massaged my clitoris faster. I didn't
need Mat, I had my fingers, the hoe, the door knob... But I needed
Lisa, I knew, as I elicited my enveloping climax, frantically
fingering my cunt, appeasing my engorged pleasure nodule.

Finally
relaxing in the wake of my beautiful eruption, I sucked my fingers
clean, savouring the exquisite blend of Den's sperm and my sex
milk. I wanted Lisa there, her head between my thighs, her tongue
between my love lips. I wanted my tongue up her cunt, both
tongue-fucking each other, writhing in our electric sixty-nine
lesbian sex-circuit. But there was plenty of time to enjoy her
skittish delights.

"It's me!" Mat
called excitedly on his arrival. Slamming the front door shut, he
bustled into the lounge clutching a bottle of wine and a bunch of
flowers. I smiled at him, wondering what to say. Out of the blue, a
wicked idea held me as he placed the wine and flowers on the coffee
table. My flurried thoughts had finally whispered the answer. I now
had my own ultimate goal.

"Mat, this
plan of yours," I began.

"Yes?"

"As I said
earlier, it's worked."

"You're
telling me it's worked!" he beamed. "I thought I'd invite Den
round, and Lisa."

"Wait a
minute, I haven't finished. Do you really believe that I'd allow
our neighbour, a virtual stranger, to use me as he did just because
he threatened to show you some crummy men's magazine?"

"What do you
mean?"

"A shoddy
photograph of a girl exhibiting her cunt... Admittedly, there's a
slight resemblance, but do you honestly think that I'd succumb to
blackmail?"

"But, you
did."

"Do you think
that I'd suck men's cocks, drink their spunk, allow men to fuck my
arse, my cunt, my mouth... Do you believe that I'd allow ten men to
wank over me, shower me with spunk, just to save my marriage?"

"I don't
understand, Jane."

"No, of course
you don't."

"You did all
that because you enjoyed it, you became turned on and... You loved
every minute of it."

"Your plan had
one flaw in it, Mat. One fatal flaw."

"A flaw?"

"The evening
Den came round to dinner. I knew that you were going to pretend to
go out for cigars."

"How? There's
no way you could have known."

"Den told
me."

"What?"