Naked Lies Page 9

  "Go to hell!"

  "Have it your way."

  As he left, I tried to untie the rope, my fingers just able to reach the knot by my wrist. I had to free myself and have a shower, wash away the sperm and cunt milk before Mat returned. Wondering when Den would show Mat the photographs, I finally managed to loosen the rope and free my hand. Untying my feet, I hauled my aching body out of the chair, trying to think what to say to Mat in way of an explanation for my immoral behaviour. There was nothing I could say, I knew, as I pushed the chair back into place. There were no words to save my marriage.

  As I was about to grab my clothes, Mat appeared in the doorway and frowned at me. "Jane, what are you up to?" he asked accusingly as I discreetly kicked the ropes beneath the sofa.

  "Mat... Mat, I..." I stammered, my body trembling as he focused on my glistening, matted pubic thatch. Raising his eyes, he scrutinized my guilty face.

  "What's that on your face?" he demanded. "I think you'd better tell me what's been going on here."

  "I've been exercising," I replied stupidly, wiping the sperm from my cheeks, my chin. "I was just about to take a shower."

  "Exercising? What sort of exercises require you to be naked?"

  "As I said, I was about to take a shower. What are you doing here, anyway?"

  "I'm on my way to see a client. Jane, what have you been doing?"

  "I've already told you, Mat!" I laughed.

  "Why is your face wet?"

  "It's cream, face cream."

  "And why are you so wet down there?" he asked, lowering his eyes to my sopping muff.

  "I'm hot, that's why I was about to take a shower. Why all these questions, Mat? Anyone would think that you suspected me of committing adultery the way you're going on."

  "Have you?"

  "Of course not!" I giggled. "As you can see, I'm alone. Besides, you know I wouldn't do such a thing."

  "Do I? Look, we'll talk about this later. I don't believe you've been exercising."

  "Well, I'm sorry, but I can't prove it!" I returned with a hint of anger.

  "The other day I came home and found you naked in here, this morning you were naked in the garden, and now... I'll be back later, and I want some answers, Jane."

  As he flounced from the room, the front door slamming shut, I flopped onto the sofa. Answers? I had no answers, other than the truth. At least he hadn't seen the weals across my buttocks. And thank God he hadn't arrived ten minutes earlier! I had to think, write my script and rehearse my lines - my lies. The taste of girl juice lingered, reminding me, teasing me.

  Chapter Five

  The evening came all too quickly. I wasn't prepared, had not rehearsed my lines - I had no lines. When Mat began firing questions at me, all I could do was repeat myself, ramble inanely about exercising - but he wouldn't let go. Again and again he demanded to know why I'd been naked in the lounge, why my face was wet, why I looked as if I'd been dragged through a hedge backwards.

  I was beginning to feel exasperated. Why shouldn't I have been exercising? Why was the notion unbelievable? In the privacy of my own home, what was so strange about my being naked? Realizing that he was getting nowhere, Mat finally changed his line of questioning.

  "Are you seeing someone else?" he asked forthrightly.

  "Of course I'm not," I smiled innocently as he poured his scotch and deposited himself in his armchair - the cunt-wet armchair. "Whatever makes you think that?"

  "When I called in earlier, I noticed that you were red down there. Your pussy was sore, inflamed."

  "I'd been..."

  "Been what?"

  It was pretty obvious that exercising wouldn't inflame my pussy lips. Not normal exercising, anyway! As he repeated his question, I didn't know what to say, what lies to tell. For some reason I felt like telling him the truth, telling him that Den had screwed me as I'd licked a girl to orgasm. Fortunately, I wasn't stupid enough.

  "I masturbated," I finally confessed.

  "Masturbated?"

  "You've heard of masturbation, surely?"

  "Of course I have, but..."

  "I felt randy and, as we've not had sex for a while, I masturbated."

  "I don't believe you, Jane."

  "Mat, I'd hardly admit to masturbating if it wasn't true!"

  "You've never done that before."

  "How do you know?"

  "Well..."

  "For all you know, I might masturbate several times a day."

  "There's another thing..." He paused, taking something out of his jacket pocket. "These arrived at my office this morning. They've been torn out of a magazine. Read the captions."

  Taking the crumpled pages, I surveyed the naked models displaying their open cunts. "I've seen your wife posing like this," I murmured, my heart thumping. "Someone's having a laugh!" I forced a giggle. "No one's seen me like that, not even you!"

  "It's odd that I find you naked, wet and sore, the day these arrive in the post."

  "Mat, I wasn't going to tell you but..." A lie came to mind. "Someone sent me a picture of a naked man with a similar caption about you."

  "Where is it?"

  "I threw it away. It was obviously sent by someone trying to cause trouble."

  "Who on earth would want to do that?"

  "A crank, I would imagine. It's best to ignore it, forget about it."

  Sipping his scotch, he watched me as I sat in the armchair opposite him. He couldn't argue now that I'd said I'd masturbated and received a magazine picture, but I knew he was still suspicious. The idea suddenly occurring to me that I could turn the situation round, I donned a frown.

  "There was a phone call earlier," I began, watching for his reaction. "A woman asked for you."

  "Who was it?"

  "She wouldn't say. I heard another woman in the background. She was laughing, saying something about his wife."

  "Whose wife?"

  "Your wife, obviously. I should be asking you whether you're seeing someone else."

  "Don't be silly!" he laughed, moving uneasily in his chair.

  "Why's it silly? The magazine cutting, the phone call... And you stayed away the other night."

  "I was on business, you know that."

  "Look, let's change the subject, Mat. We won't get anywhere if we're suspicious about each other. Agreed?"

  "Agreed. Oh, by the way, Den's coming over."

  "What for?"

  "He was in his front garden when I came home. He wants to talk to me about something - finance, more than likely."

  "When will he be here?"

  "He didn't say a time."

  My heart sank, my head spinning at the sound of his name. I'd successfully explained away my sore pussy, I'd got over the problem of the magazine pages, and now this! Den, Den, Den. Den coming round for a meal, coming round to screw me, coming round to see Mat... I couldn't escape the bloody man! Did he intend to bring the photographs and the tape? I wondered. Was he going to show the evidence of my whoring to Mat? I felt despondent, annoyed, and I again wondered how on earth I'd got myself into this situation.

  As Mat went out into the garden, I wondered whether to ring Carole and suggest that I go round for coffee. I needed to talk to someone, to get out of the house for a while - to get away from Den. I'd have to contact her at some stage, explain things to her - but not yet. I had enough on my plate as it was, I decided, making a mental note to call her later.

  What did Den really want to see Mat about? If he did show him the photographs he'd never be able to have sex with me again, or blackmail me. No, he wouldn't reveal the sordid truth, I was sure. There again, he might... My mind was swirling, my head aching, my whispering thoughts confusing me. My chest tight with anxiety, I wandered out into the garden to find Mat. I had to come across as cool and calm, not riddled with guilt and anxiety.

  "It's a lovely evening," I smiled, walking across the lawn to join him.

  "I love the summer," he remarked. "How about a barbeque?"

  "I was going to prepare a s
alad."

  "No, let's have a barbeque. As Den's coming round, he might as well eat with us."

  "Can't we have an evening alone together, Mat?" I sighed.

  "I don't suppose he'll stay for the whole evening. I'll light the barbeque and then invite him to join us."

  As Mat wandered towards the house, I gazed at the garden hoe, recalling the anal abuse, the beautiful base sensations. My cunt spasmed, my clitoris swelling as I ran my fingers over the round end of the plastic handle. I needed to come, but there was no time. I'd masturbate later, lock myself in the bathroom and massage my insatiable clitoris to a wonderful orgasm.

  Turning, I watched Mat fiddling with the barbeque, dreading the thought of Den joining us. Couldn't he leave me alone for a while? Constantly, he was infiltrating my life, hanging around, lurking, spying, waiting for an opportunity to abuse me. My clitoris swelled, my knickers wetting as I recalled him fucking me. I had to stop thinking about Den, and sex.

  "It's hot, I think I'll go and put my bikini on," I called, meandering across the lawn towards Mat.

  "OK. Right, the fire's going, I'll go and give Den a shout."

  I didn't know why I'd decided to wear my bikini. Perhaps, subconsciously, I wanted to tease Den. Did I want to tease myself? I wondered as I climbed the stairs. Whatever the reason, I'd wear my skimpy bikini, show off my curvaceous body. My swollen pussy lips would bulge the glossy lycra running between my thighs. Would the tight material outline my sex crack? The thought sent a quiver up my spine.

  "He's on his way," Mat announced as I finally stepped out onto the patio. "He's bringing a friend along."

  "A friend?" I echoed.

  "Lisa, a girlfriend. There's more than enough food to go round."

  "Yes, but..."

  "A foursome, it's better that way."

  "Yes, I suppose it is," I sighed.

  A girlfriend? If that was the case, he wouldn't be able to touch me the minute Mat turned his back. A foursome? Two penises, two cunts... A lascivious quiver ran up my spine as my thoughts whispered, goading me.

  "Hi, Jane!" Den interrupted my rude reverie as he walked around the side of the house. "This is Lisa, a friend of mine." I stared in horror at the dark angel, the lesbian, an obscene tableau of me licking her to orgasm flashing before me. As she sat next to me, her pretty face grinning as she eyed my breasts ballooning my bikini, I felt claustrophobic. I couldn't escape - there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Remembering Den's massive penis in my vulnerable mouth, I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me.

  Lisa's long black hair shining in the sunlight, cascading over her shoulders, her blouse open, partly revealing her pert, rounded breasts, I recalled her kneeling on the arms of the chair, her shaved vulval lips pressed against my open mouth. Her sex flesh had been warm, her juices exotic as I'd pushed my tongue deep into the estuary of her hot vagina. What was I thinking?

  "I'll get the wine from the fridge," Mat obliged, leaving me alone with my abusers, my thoughts of lesbian sex.

  "There's nothing like a barbeque," Den smiled, sitting the other side of me, trapping me. "So, how did you enjoy our little sex session?"

  "Shut up!" I spat.

  "I enjoyed it!" Lisa giggled. "You have a lovely cunt, Jane."

  "For Christ's sake, both shut up!"

  "Chilled wine!" Mat grinned, stepping out of the back door. "Or would you prefer a beer, Den?"

  "No, wine's OK."

  "I'll get the glasses," I said, making my escape.

  Lisa followed me into the kitchen, running her hands over my naked hips as I reached up and opened the cupboard. "Stop it!" I whispered through gritted teeth. "My husband will see!"

  "Put your hand up my skirt," she smiled. "I'm not wearing any panties."

  "No!"

  "Den has the photographs in his pocket, and the tape. Unless you finger me, he'll show your husband."

  Her back to the window, she pulled her blouse to one side, exposing her full breast topped with its erectile nipple. I had an overwhelming desire to suck on her milk teat, to gently nibble her beautiful bud. Squeezing her breast, her nipple lengthening as her globe ballooned, protruding alluringly from her darkening areola, she moved closer to me.

  "Suck me," she whispered, her dark eyes sparkling, reflecting a sensuality I'd never observed in a girl before. Bending, I opened my mouth and sucked on her inviting breast bud, gently biting, nibbling as she gasped in her arousal. I felt my vagina tighten, my juices flowing as I mouthed and sucked. Was I a lesbian? I again wondered.

  "Finger my cunt," she breathed. "Make me come." Her nipple slipping out of my mouth as I stood upright, I watched Mat through the window. He was busy with the barbeque, unaware of my lesbian act as I tentatively slipped my hand up Lisa's skirt, stroking her hairless sex hillocks. My clitoris stirring, I wondered what I was doing as I pushed a finger between her soft flora and drove it deep into her hot cunt.

  As she licked her full red lips, her eyes closed, I realized how attractive she was, and I wondered what it would be like to kiss her. I was drawn to her, moving forward as I fingered her, massaged her sweet inner flesh. Our lips close, I stopped short of kissing her.

  "My clitty," she whispered, opening her dark eyes and smiling at me. "Rub my clitty." Slipping my wet finger out of her tight vagina, I moved up her wet sex valley and massaged her solid clitoris. Her eyes rolling, her breathing unsteady, she squeezed my breasts, pinching my nipples through my bikini. "Don't stop," she murmured, her body trembling as I massaged her sex button faster. "God, I'm going to come."

  Shuddering as I masturbated her, she let out long, low moans of pleasure as her orgasm erupted. Laughter came from the garden as I sustained her climax, and I looked out of the window at Mat and Den. How could I masturbate a lesbian in the kitchen with my husband just outside the back door? I must have been mad!

  "God, don't stop!" Lisa cried rather too loudly as her orgasm rolled on. Her clitoris pulsating beneath my wet fingertips as I massaged her, she leaned on the worktop to steady her quivering body. Gasping, whimpering, her face flushed, her head thrown back as I sustained her climax, she flung her arms around me as her ecstasy rode on.

  "Jane, where are the glasses?" Mat called impatiently.

  "Hang on!" I replied shakily, retrieving my wet hand and moving away from the dusky girl. I sucked my sticky fingers, savouring her exotic pussy juice. I wanted to push my tongue into her cunt.

  "That was nice," Lisa gasped, her cheeks crimson, her eyes glazed. "You can bring me off again later."

  "No!" I returned, taking the glasses from the cupboard. "I'm not going to..."

  "I'll bring you off later. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Jane?"

  "Lisa, for Christ's sake - my husband's outside!"

  "Would you like me to kiss you?"

  Leaving the kitchen, my stomach somersaulting, my clitoris painfully erect, I placed the glasses on the patio table and sat down. I couldn't even enjoy a barbeque in my own garden, the situation was ludicrous. I wasn't going to be intimidated. No matter what threats they threw at me, I wasn't going to be blackmailed any longer.

  But Lisa had woken something within me, stirred a deep longing, and I again wondered whether I was a latent lesbian. I gazed at her succulent, pouting lips as she sat down, imagining kissing her, driving my tongue deep into her pretty mouth. My cunt wetting my bikini, I had to stop thinking about sex!

  Sipping wine, I kept quiet as Mat cooked the food. Den and Lisa kept looking at me, grinning, eyeing my breasts, the ballooning material of my bikini running between my legs, hugging my aching cunt. Several times, Den took a small photograph out of his shirt pocket, flashing the evidence at me when Mat wasn't looking. Lisa giggled, sitting opposite me and parting her thighs, exposing her shaved vaginal lips. Her cunt seemed to smile at me, beckoning me. I ignored the evil pair as best I could, averting my eyes when Lisa opened her legs, looking the other way every time Den showed me another crude shot.

  "The food will be ready soon," Mat
announced, prodding a sizzling steak with a fork. "I'm just going up to put my shorts on, I won't be a minute." My heart leaped as he disappeared into the house, leaving me alone, vulnerable, with my tormentors. As Den abruptly stood up, I knew what was going to happen. I knew he'd demand that I suck him to orgasm and drink his sperm.

  "What's it to be?" he grinned evilly, towering above me and unzipping his trousers. "Your mouth or your cunt?" I stared at his erect penis as he pulled his foreskin back, exposing his purple glans, his sperm-slit. "Well?" he taunted, moving closer to me, wanking his solid shaft.

  "Neither," I replied, turning my head away.

  "We haven't got much time, Jane. I suggest you make up your mind before it's too late."

  "I'm not going to be forced to suck you off every time..."

  "The minutes are ticking away."

  "I don't care!"

  "All right, have it your own way. It's a shame to have to ruin the barbeque by showing Mat the..."

  "Shut up, Den!"

  "He means it," Lisa broke in.

  "Why don't you suck him off?" I returned.

  "Time's running out," Den goaded me, wanking his penis faster. "Open your mouth, Jane."

  As he moved forward, his huge cock close to my face, I parted my lips and sucked his glans into my mouth. I'd failed, but I'd had no choice. I knew that I'd never be free as he clutched my head and gasped. Rolling my tongue around his twitching knob, I thought it might be just as well if Mat appeared to catch me in the adulterous act. It would put an end to the blackmailing - it would put an end to everything!

  "Coming!" Den breathed, his knob swelling, his jism jetting into my mouth as Lisa knelt beside him, eagerly watching the crude coupling. Sucking out his seed, I swallowed, imagining Mat catching me, his expression, what he'd say. "Keep sucking, bitch!" Den ordered me as he drove his knob to the back of my throat. Pulling away as I heard Mat nearing the kitchen, I watched as Lisa wanked Den, the last of his sperm splattering my face, baptizing my cleavage. Hurriedly zipping his trousers as Mat walked through the kitchen, Den sat down with Lisa.