Naked Lies (29 page)

But what were
his long-term plans? To carry on with the debauchery, to continue
watching me being fucked by other men? When he'd first come up with
his evil plan, he must have thought about the future. What did he
really want?

Ambling
towards me, he stood next to me and smiled. "We're OK, aren't we?"
he asked.

"I still need
time to think, Mat," I replied. "There are things about myself that
I have to discover."

"What
things?"

"I don't know,
not until I've discovered them."

"We haven't
made love for a while."

"No, I've not
been in the mood."

"Have you been
masturbating?"

"Have you?" I
giggled.

"No, of course
not. So, you had a good time last night?"

"Yes, it was
fun. You were right when you said that I should get to know Den. I
like him, and his friends."

"It's a shame
you left before I arrived."

"I had to go,
I was exhausted."

"Why, what had
you been doing?"

"Just having a
good time. Look, I have something to do, Mat. You'd better get off
to work."

"What do you
have to do?"

"Something...
There's something I want to do."

"OK, I'd
better make a move. I'll see you this evening."

"Yes, have a
good day."

He'd be back,
I knew. My mysterious words would goad him to park the car down the
road and come sneaking back to see what it was I had to do.
Slipping my blouse off, I tugged my skirt down, the sun warming my
naked body. Cupping my swollen breasts in my hands, I gently
squeezed them, my nipples distending, standing proud, begging to be
suckled. I liked my breasts, my nipples. I liked sucking them,
having then whipped. They brought me immense pleasure.

My hand
between my thighs, my fingertip tracing my swollen outer lips,
running up and down my wet crack, I shuddered. My body, my temple -
it was as if I'd been sleeping for a thousand years and had
suddenly woken to discover my body, my cunt. I had Mat to thank for
my awakening, I reflected. In his wickedness, he'd given me life.
My clitoris summoned me.

Grabbing the
hoe, I drove it into the earth, the handle about twelve inches from
the ground, perfectly positioned to penetrate my yearning cunt as I
knelt on all fours. Mat would peer at me from the house, watch me
fucking the hoe, gasping in my obscenity. What would he think? He'd
think me crude, earthy.

I gave him a
few minutes to return before taking my position on my hands and
knees, my buttocks jutting out, facing the house as I manoeuvred my
hips and aligned the plastic handle with my open vaginal portal.
Turning my head, I glimpsed Mat peering round the dining room
curtain, his eyes wide as I moved back, the hoe slipping into my
drenched sex sheath, entering my cunt.

More sex, more
masturbating, more orgasms. What was I doing? I wondered as I
rocked my naked body back and forth, abusing my cunt, fucking
myself with the hoe. I suppose I wanted to show Mat how his wicked
plan had changed me, transformed me into a nymphomaniac. He'd
regret it, I vowed - every cock that had fucked me, every jet of
spunk, every lash of the cane, every whip of the leather strap. I
wanted to tell him that I was bisexual, that I loved licking
clitorises to orgasm, drinking the honeydew from girls' cunts. The
time would come when I'd reveal all.

Reaching
between my parted thighs, I massaged my erect clitoris as I rocked
my quivering frame back and forth. Knowing that Mat was watching me
sent a thrill running through my contracting womb, and I
masturbated like fury. "Ah, yes!" I finally cried, as the
sensations built. "God, I'm coming!" My orgasm erupting within my
pulsating clitoris, my cunt tightening around the thrusting plastic
handle, I shuddered as waves of pure sexual ecstasy rolled through
my trembling body.

On and on I
massaged the pleasure from my insatiable clitoris until I collapsed
to the ground, the hoe slipping out of my dripping cunt as I
writhed on the grass in the aftermath of my self abuse. The sun
warmed me as I lay on my back, my thighs wide, exhibiting my
well-juiced sex crack to Mat. I'd done it, taken another step down
the road to complete and utter perversity. I felt wicked.

Glimpsing Mat
out of the corner of my eye as I recovered, I clambered to my feet
and clothed my perspiring body, veiling my swollen breasts, my
dripping sex slit. What was he thinking? I wondered as I staggered
across the lawn to the house. Was his cock stiff? Would he have a
wank before sneaking off to work? Perhaps Den would order me to
kneel before the hole in the fence, and have me suck Mat's knob to
orgasm. I desperately wanted sperm.

Mat was
lurking in the dining room as I slipped into the lounge and grabbed
the phone, a wicked plan formulating in my devious mind. He'd
listen, his eyes frowning, a thousand thoughts swirling around his
tormented mind as he eavesdropped on my conversation.

"Den, it's
me," I trilled, the dialling tone purring in my ear. I was becoming
a good actress, a good liar. "Yes, it was a wonderful evening! No,
he's gone to work. Listen, this photographic idea of yours - I've
decided to do it. The photographer who works for the men's mag,
when can I meet him? Yes, that's fine. Don't worry, I know what he
wants! Yes, really dirty, hard core porn! Yes, I've spoken to Lisa
and she's all for it. Of course there'll be plenty of lesbian
scenes - you know me! That's great! OK, I'll see you later."

Now what was
Mat thinking? I pondered as I replaced the receiver. I was becoming
clever, well practised in the art of deception. Mat would confront
Den and he'd deny all knowledge of a photo session, Lisa would say
that she knew nothing about it... Suspicion, lies, deceit. I felt
exhilarated, powerful, wicked!

Hearing
movements, Mat slipping into the kitchen and out of the back door,
I knew he was going straight round to Den's to have a go at him.
Following at a safe distance, I hid behind the fence as he rang on
the doorbell. "Come in," Den invited, much to my annoyance. From my
hide, I'd not be able to hear their conversation, their argument.
Stealing down the path, I noticed that Den's lounge window was open
and I crept into his garden and hid behind a bush below the
window.

"She didn't
ring me," Den was saying, surprise in his deep voice.

"I was there,
hiding in the hall. I heard her talking to you about photographic
work," Mat whined. More trouble, more confusion.

"I'm telling
you, she didn't phone me."

"Look, when we
started all this, the arrangement was that you only had sex with
her when I was around to watch or join in."

"Yes, and
that's the way it's been."

"She's had her
fanny shaved, her tits whipped..."

"We've been
through all that, I had nothing to do with it, Mat."

"The plan was
that we have some damned good sex with her, that I watch you
fucking her arse, and now..."

"And now
what?"

"The plan's
all gone wrong. She's going on about us, our relationship, wanting
time to think. All that's happened is that she's drifted away from
me."

"If your
plan's backfired on you, you can't blame me. The magazine was your
idea, the hole in the fence was your idea, to bring Lisa in was
your idea, the guys I know from the college - you asked me to
invite them round. The whole thing was your idea, Mat."

"Yes, I know.
But I didn't think that Jane would enjoy it like that. Bloody hell,
she was almost begging for it! And she was in the garden a while
ago with the handle of the hoe up her cunt, frigging herself off
like there was no tomorrow!"

"Bloody hell,
she has been transformed!"

"You're
telling me! I didn't think that she'd change like this! I
thought... I don't know, I suppose I thought, if anything, it would
spice up my sex life with her, that she'd be more demanding,
sexually. We haven't had sex, not properly, since all this
started."

"It's not my
fault, Mat."

"By the way,
she hasn't got a lover."

"How do you
know that?"

"If she had,
and he saw the weals, her shaved fanny... He'd want to know what
the hell she'd been up to."

"She told me
that her lover shaved her and whipped her tits."

"No, I don't
believe that."

"Going back to
this phone call, maybe she rang someone else about photographic
work."

"No, she
mentioned your name and said that she'd enjoyed last night. She was
talking to you, Den - I know it."

"She wasn't!
Maybe she was pretending to talk to me."

"She didn't
know I was in the house, so why would she do that? Besides, she'd
hardly talk about porn mags if she knew that I was there."

"Well, I know
nothing about it."

"Look, let's
cool it for a while, Den."

"We did that
before."

"Yes, and
you..."

"I told you,
she rang me. She was really worried about her mother seeing the
video. She virtually asked me to blackmail her."

"Do you know a
photographer who works for a dirty mag?"

"No, of course
I don't! I have no idea who she rang, but it wasn't me. And I'll
tell you this, if we cool it, as you put it, she'll go elsewhere
for sex."

"What do you
mean?"

"You said
yourself that she's changed, that she was almost begging for it
last night. If we cut the sex, she'll go elsewhere for it. And with
her looks, she'll have no problem rounding up a few good-looking
studs."

"Christ,
things couldn't be worse! She's gone off me, she craves weird sex,
she..."

"Let's carry
on as we have been and see what happens."

"All right.
But I want to get to the bottom of this phone call."

"I can't help
you there. I wouldn't lie to you about it, there'd be no
point."

"No, I suppose
not. So much for our ultimate goal!"

"That's what I
was just thinking. There's still a chance that... Let's play it by
ear."

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

Sneaking back
into my house, I dashed into the lounge just in time to see Mat
slink off down the road to his car. Den couldn't ask me about the
phone call because he'd reveal the fact that Mat had been hiding in
the house. No one could question me. Mind games, games of sex, lies
and deceit... But what was their ultimate goal? What was the
blackmail and sex leading up to? I had to find out. And I still had
no idea who had sent the notes. Knowledge is power, I again
reflected.

Knowing that
they had an ultimate goal, I decided not to rock the boat too much.
I'd carry on pretending to be fearful of my mother discovering my
wanton behaviour and allow the sex to continue. Intuition told me
that their goal wasn't far away. Their ultimate aim, whatever it
was, was looming.

Answering the
phone, I knew instinctively that it was Den. I had to come up with
more lies, something that would throw the cat amongst the pigeons
and cause mayhem. An idea came to mind as he asked me whether I'd
liked two knobs spunking in my mouth. I'd loved it!

"How's your
cunt?" he chuckled. "Well spunked, I'll bet!"

"What do you
want?" I asked sulkily.

"I thought I'd
ring to see how you are after the orgy."

"I'm worn
out."

"I'm not
surprised!"

"By the way,
the men from the college - I'm going to meet one of them."

"How do you
know they're from the college?"

"He told me.
You were probably too busy with the orgy to have noticed, but one
of them asked me out."

"Who? Which
one?"

"I'm not
telling you."

"Which one,
Jane?"

"That's my
secret. I'm seeing him this evening."

"Where?"

"I have to go,
someone's at the door."

Hanging up, I
knew the first thing he'd do was rush out into his garden to
discover the identity of my phantom visitor. Then he'd ring Mat and
tell him that I was meeting one of the studs that evening. I was
right on both counts. Peering round the lounge curtain, I saw him
surveying my house, and within ten minutes, Mat was on the
phone.

"Jane... Er...
This evening," he began hesitantly. "I thought we might go out
together, to dinner or something."

"I can't, I'm
seeing Carole," I replied. "Another time, perhaps."

"You're going
out with Carole?"

"I spoke to
her earlier, we're going out for a drink. I thought, as you're
always round Den's, I'd have an evening out."

"I'm not
always round Den's."

"Mat, you're
always going to see him. Either that, or you're out with a client
or down the road looking at a computer or..."

"Can't you put
her off? I was looking forward to an evening alone with you."

"I've been
wanting an evening alone with you for ages. Several times, I've
told you that I want us to have an evening together. But no, it's
always Den this, Den that..."

"I know,
but..."

"As I said,
another time perhaps."

"What time are
you meeting Carole?"

"Eight."

"Where?"

"In the
pub."

"Which
one?"

"Questions,
questions! Anyone would think you suspect that I'm going off to
meet some man or other!"

"Of course I
don't! I just wanted to know which pub."

"The
Smugglers' Inn, by the private estate."

"Yes, I know
it. Oh well, another time, then."

"That curry's
still in the fridge. Heat some up when you get in."

"Yes, I'll do
that. I'll be back before you go, so..."

"I might leave
early, have a walk before I meet her."

"Oh, right.
OK, I'll see you later."

Replacing the
receiver, I realized that I'd have to tell Carole of my plan in
case Mat called her. Hopefully, she'd be able to meet me for a
drink somewhere. Mat would obviously follow me, spy on me, so I'd
have to leave before he came home. Knowing Mat, he'd probably come
home early, and then I'd have to lose him. Later, he'd question me,
and I'd say that we changed our minds and went to another pub. And
so the lies and deceit would roll on!