Lust Call (11 page)

‘No, I suppose not. Sarah, these emails . . . When did you start receiving them?'

‘A day or two before Dave left. No one has my email address so . . .'

‘Someone obviously has it. That's the clue, isn't it? Try to think, Sarah. Who have you given it to?'

‘I've not given my email address to anyone. Dave might have given it to someone, but I can't see why he'd do that. Besides, he'd have mentioned it to me. Look, we're wasting time out here. Would you like to come in for a drink?'

‘Good idea. Jilly won't be home for hours, and she won't ring because I told her that I'd be going out for a beer.'

As we wandered across the lawn to the house, I had no thoughts about sex until Barry followed me into the kitchen and slipped his hand up the back of my skirt. Clutching the firm cheeks of my naked bum, he slipped a finger into my anal crevice. A realisation hit me as I turned and faced him. I now had a sexual relationship with my next-door neighbour. At least Derek wasn't ringing my doorbell every five minutes, I reflected. But, what the hell was I going to do about Barry?

Taking a can of beer from the fridge, I was suddenly swamped with guilt. It was Dave's beer, his favourite lager, and he'd said that he'd be looking forward to having a decent drink when he got home. He'd put the cans in the fridge before he'd left and . . . But that was the least of my worries, I mused, pouring myself a glass of wine. I'd fucked Derek and Barry, and now some pervert voyeur had photographic evidence of my adultery.

‘Let's have a look at this photograph,' Barry said, popping his can of lager and taking a gulp.

I led him into the dining room and brought the picture up on the computer screen. ‘There,' I said. ‘You can see that it's been taken from behind the shed.'

‘That's a bit of luck. Fortunately, my face isn't in the shot.'

‘No, but mine is. Who the hell took it?'

‘God knows. Are there any more pictures?'

‘He only sent this one, but he might have taken more.'

‘Christ. This is serious, Sarah. Why on earth did you think that I'd been sending you emails?'

‘You were spying at me through the fence when I was gardening, looking up my skirt and . . .'

‘I wasn't spying through the fence.'

‘Someone was in your garden, Barry. I heard someone in the bushes behind the fence.'

‘I was working in the kitchen with the backdoor open. I'd have seen if someone had been creeping around the garden. You must have imagined it.'

‘I suppose it could have been a cat or a bird. God, this is a mess. What the hell are we going to do?'

‘There's nothing we can do,' he sighed. He gulped down his beer, then crumpled the can in his hand. ‘Let's have a few drinks and relax,' he said, smiling at
me. ‘Jilly won't be home for ages and Dave's away. Let's chill out.'

‘OK,' I breathed, taking the crumpled can as he sat on the sofa by the patio doors.

As I grabbed a can from the fridge and poured myself another glass of wine, I knew that I'd end up having sex with Barry yet again. I didn't want a sexual relationship with him but . . . I didn't know what I wanted as I returned to the dining room and passed him the can. At least, with Barry there, I wasn't having to face this alone. This was a bloody nightmare, I thought anxiously. Gazing through the patio doors, I wondered whether someone was lurking behind the shed. Who the hell was it? Who on earth would go sneaking around my garden with a bloody camera? Patting the sofa cushion beside him, Barry asked me to join him. I was hesitant at first, but finally sat next to him.

‘About us,' he began, placing his hand on my knee. ‘Forgetting the photos and emails for a minute, would you like us to keep seeing each other?'

‘I can't, Barry,' I sighed. ‘Dave will be home tomorrow and . . .'

‘We're good together, Sarah. You can't deny that.'

‘I'm not denying that. It's just that . . . I've been with Dave for four years, four happy years. I have a nice home and I don't have to work. To throw it all away would be madness.'

‘You wouldn't be throwing anything away. We could meet now and then. Whenever the opportunity arises, we could meet and make love.'

‘Barry, some man or other has photographs of us fucking on the lawn.'

‘We made love, Sarah. It was more than fucking.'

‘Making love, fucking . . . Whatever you want to call it, it was adultery. And someone has
photographic evidence. I've never been unfaithful to Dave, until now. If he finds out . . .'

‘And if Jilly finds out . . . Look, there's nothing we can do now. Whoever he is, he won't be hanging around now. He's got his photograph, so I doubt that he'll be back.'

‘He's going to want money,' I sighed. ‘Money to keep quiet. Dave has never suspected me because I've been faithful and he knows that. What about you? Has Jilly ever suspected you? She might have employed someone to sneak around and . . .'

‘Hardly, Sarah. She's too busy with her mother to bother about what I might or might not be doing. I've never been unfaithful. We have a good marriage apart from . . .'

‘Apart from what?'

‘To be honest, Jilly isn't . . . How shall I put it? She isn't very adventurous sexually.'

‘Neither is Dave,' I blurted out. ‘I mean . . .'

‘I know what you mean,' he whispered, slipping his hand between my thighs and moving up to my naked pussy.

‘Barry, no,' I breathed.

‘Relax, Sarah. Just relax.'

As his fingers ran up and down my hairless pussy crack, I instinctively parted my thighs. My milky sex juices oozed from my opening vaginal hole as he massaged the swelling nub of my sensitive clitoris. My stomach fluttering, my womb contracting, I reclined on the sofa and closed my eyes. Why the hell couldn't I fight my inner desires, I wondered as Barry kissed the swell of my breasts through the thin material of my blouse. Someone had photographic evidence of my adulterous debauchery, and I was opening my legs to another man. Why had I no control over my insatiable arousal?

Unbuttoning my blouse with his free hand, Barry exposed the firm spheres of my braless breasts and tweaked each erect nipple in turn. I gasped as he drove two fingers deep into the wet heat of my vaginal canal and massaged the creamy walls of my sex duct. I was committing adultery yet again. Barry was going to fuck me and spunk up my adulterous cunt in the marital home. I was weak in my arousal, I had lost the battle again . . . And there was nothing I could do to halt the inevitable fucking.

Barry moved down and kissed and licked the gentle swell of my stomach. His fingers massaging the inner flesh of my pussy, he moved up and sucked my ripe nipple into his hot mouth. I could feel my clitoris swelling, my outer lips puffing up as my vagina spewed out its love cream in readiness for sex. Barry was driving me wild with desire, sending my arousal through the roof, and I knew that this was the beginning of a long-term relationship.

His fingers left my vagina as he slipped off the sofa and knelt between my feet. He parted my knees wide, locked his lips to the wet lips of my vagina and lapped up my flowing cream. I writhed and gasped, clutching the sofa cushion and arching my back, as his tongue entered my tightening love duct. I was a married woman but, once again, I felt like a sex-crazed teenage girl. This was naughty, bad, dirty . . . I'd pulled my knickers down and allowed a boy to finger and lick my cunt behind the bike sheds. If my teacher found out, he'd punish me. If Dave found out . . .

‘You're beautiful,' Barry breathed through a mouthful of wet vulval flesh. ‘We can't stop this, Sarah. We can't stop seeing each other.'

Remaining silent as he breathed his words of appreciation for my young body, I watched him through my eyelashes as he slipped his tongue out of
my pussy and slid his shorts down. This was the first time I'd seen his cock properly, and I was amazed by its sheer length and breadth. Retracting his foreskin, exposing his purple sex globe, he moved forward. My eyes closed, I felt his swollen knob slip between the wet petals of my inner lips and press against the pink flesh surrounding my vaginal inlet.

Barry paused, his bulbous knob pressing against my vaginal opening, as if waiting for an invitation. He was teasing me, I knew as he massaged the head of my exposed clitoris with his thumb. My vaginal muscles tightening, my juices of desire flowing, my solid clitoris close to orgasm beneath his massaging thumb, I waited in anticipation as he pressed a little harder against my wet flesh. I was desperate for his cock, and he knew it, but he made me wait. Dave had never teased me like this. Dave had rammed his cock into me, fucked and spunked me, and then left me wanting. Barry knew how to treat a woman.

‘Ready?' Barry asked me, his dark eyes smiling as he held my hips.

‘Yes,' I breathed. ‘I'm more than ready.'

‘Slowly, at first,' he said, his knob beginning its journey along my wet sex duct. ‘I'm sinking slowly into your beautiful young body.'

‘Yes, yes.'

‘Slowly in until . . . God, you're hot and tight.'

His purple knob hard against my ripe cervix, he withdrew and again slid the entire length of his hard cock deep into my rhythmically contracting cunt. Increasing his rhythm, he threw his head back and began to gasp as he fucked me. His swinging balls battering the rounded cheeks of my naked buttocks, his bulbous knob repeatedly pummelling my cervix, I knew that he wasn't far away from his orgasm. Half opening my eyes, I watched my lower stomach rising
and falling with every thrust of his magnificent cock. Another man's cock, I mused dreamily. Another woman's husband's cock. Another man's wife's cunt.

The hairless outer lips of my pussy held wide apart by the sheer girth of his organ, I watched my inner lips rolling back and forth along his veined shaft. His purple knob repeatedly appearing and disappearing as he fucked me, his pussy-wet shaft massaging my solid clitoris, he reached up to my naked breasts and pinched my erect nipples to add to my pleasure. Barry was an expert lover, I thought as my orgasm neared. Why the hell hadn't Dave ever taken an interest in my sexual needs and desires?

My orgasm erupted within the pulsating bulb of my clitoris as Barry gasped and pumped out his spunk. His male cream lubricating my sex cylinder, his swinging balls meeting my naked buttocks, he clung to the firm mounds of my breasts as he rhythmically rocked his hips and fucked me senseless. I writhed on the sofa, shuddering and crying out, lost in my ecstasy, drowning in my lust, as my pleasure peaked and rocked my very soul. This was real sex, I thought. No love, no strings . . . Just hard, cold sex for the sake of sex. Could I ever return to my mundane sex life with Dave?

‘Sarah,' Barry gasped as he began to slow his shafting rhythm. ‘Sarah, you are absolutely . . .'

‘Don't say anything,' I cut in shakily. ‘Don't speak. Just keep fucking me.'

Making slow thrusts, he sustained my orgasm until my pleasure began to melt and his cock deflated. His knob finally stilling, pressing against my spunked cervix and absorbing the inner heat of my sated cunt, he released my breasts and smiled at me. We now had a fully-fledged sexual relationship. Wrong though it was, I knew that I'd be seeing him regularly, daily.
Even when Dave was back, I knew that I'd never be able to resist adulterous sex with Barry.

Pulling his shorts up, Barry passed me my glass of wine and grabbed his can of beer from the table. Holding the can up as if to toast our relationship, he smiled at me as I raised my glass. Here's to future sex? My legs were still open, my gaping crack oozing with a cocktail of sperm and girl milk as we drank. Here's to a future of lies and deceit, betrayal and adulterous sin.

‘I suppose I'd better get back,' he said.

‘Will you fuck Jilly tonight?' I asked him. A sense of triumph swamped me. ‘If you do, will you be thinking of fucking me?'

‘I'll always be thinking of fucking you, Sarah. I'll tell you something. Do you remember when you came round with Dave to our barbecue and you sat on that old armchair on the patio?'

‘Yes, I do. Why?'

‘I saw your panties as you moved about in the chair. It was just a flash of white cotton bulging with your pussy lips, and my cock was as hard as rock. I've been thinking about fucking you ever since.'

‘I had no idea,' I returned with a giggle. ‘I hope Jilly didn't see.'

‘No one saw, apart from me. I was wearing shorts, and I had to go upstairs to . . .'

‘Yes, I remember. You said that you wanted to get changed because you were getting cold.'

‘That's right. Actually, I was getting really hot thinking about you. I went upstairs and wanked.'

‘You are naughty, Barry.'

‘And you're really sexy. I'd better get back. I'll see you tomorrow.'

‘I have no idea when Dave will be back. But I'll at least try to chat to you over the fence.'

‘We could meet in the bushes at the end of the garden, if we get a chance.'

‘Yes, we will.'

‘You take care. And, don't worry too much about our spy. I don't think he'll cause trouble.'

‘I'll try not to worry.'

As he left through the patio doors, I went over to the computer. I could feel sperm oozing from my inflamed vagina as I checked my emails. Warm, wet, a stark reminder of my adultery. There was another email from Dave. He hoped to be on an early morning flight. He missed me, he loved me . . . There was also another email from Brian. Hesitating before I opened it, I hoped that he hadn't sent me another photograph. Had he taken several shots of my adulterous act at the end of the garden? Did he have blackmail in mind?