Naked Lies (31 page)

"How's your
sex life?" I asked, licking my lips enticingly as I unbuttoned my
blouse.

"My sex life?
Well, er..."

"Is Carole
good in bed?"

"She..." His
words tailed off as I opened my blouse, revealing my firm breasts,
my erect nipples.

Standing
before him, I tugged my skirt down, allowing it to fall around my
ankles as I kicked my shoes off. He gazed open-mouthed, unable to
believe his eyes, or his luck, as I moved closer to him and stood
with my feet wide apart. Jutting my hips forward, my sex mound
level with his face, I parted my cunny lips, exposing my drenched
inner folds, my open sex hole.

"Well?" I
grinned. "What do you think?"

"Jane,
I..."

"You don't
have to say anything, I know what you think."

"Why are you
doing this?"

"Because
you're an attractive male and I'm an attractive female, we'd be
good together. Don't you fancy me?"

"Yes, of
course, but..."

"I fancy you,
John. Finger me, my cunt. Go on, allow yourself the pleasure - and
bring me pleasure."

Leaning
forward, he parted my swollen love lips and drove a finger deep
into my well-juiced cunt. Gasping, I bent my knees, my sex valley
opening wide, my clitoris emerging from its hide. Slipping a second
finger into my sex sheath, he kissed the warm skin of my smooth
stomach, his breath sending tingling sensations up my spine as he
kissed the top of my open slit.

"Carole would
never shave," he murmured as I gripped his head.

"Does she
allow you to fuck her arsehole?" I asked in my crudity.

"God no!"

"You'd like to
fuck my arsehole, wouldn't you?"

"Jane, you
really are..."

"A dirty
little bitch?"

"Well..."

"Go on, say it
- say that I'm a dirty little bitch."

"You're a
dirty little bitch. Christ, I'd love to fuck your arse!"

"Come on,
then!" I urged, pulling his fingers out of my cunt and turning
round. Bending over with my feet apart, I offered him my
bottom-hole, my anal rose. "OK, fuck my arse!" I giggled. "Spunk
right up my arse!"

Standing
behind me, he dropped his trousers and yanked my bottom cheeks wide
apart. I shuddered as his fingers scooped my lust juices from my
vaginal valley and lubricated my brown tissue. Looking up between
my thighs, I could see his heavy balls swinging, brushing against
my wet love lips as he pressed his purple plum against my secret
portal.

I could feel
my arsehole yielding, opening as his solid knob entered me. "Yes!"
I breathed, my tight ring gripping the rim of his helmet. "All of
it! I want all of it!" He held my hips and moved forward, his huge
shaft gliding into my rectal tube, filling me, the crudeness of my
adulterous act driving me wild. "More!" I cried, imagining Carole
walking in, discovering her husband's infidelity, his
arse-fucking.

His balls
finally pressing against my swollen love lips, my taut brown tissue
gripping the broad base of his beautiful cock, he'd impaled me
completely. Withdrawing until my ring hugged his swollen knob, he
drove into me again, my pelvic cavity bloating as his shaft thrust
into my arsehole. Again and again he propelled his cock deep into
my bowels, gasping as the illicit coupling brought his climax
nearer. His fingers exploring between my cunny lips, massaging my
erect clitoris as he arse-fucked me, I wanted him to come, to feel
his spunk gushing deep inside my rectal sheath.

"Coming!" he
finally breathed, his shaft swelling, his knob exploding in orgasm.
His massaging fingertips bringing out my climax, his balls slapping
my pussy lips, he rammed his piston into my cylinder again and
again. I could feel his sperm, jetting, filling me, lubricating the
debased union as his swinging balls drained and my orgasm peaked.
My sphincter muscles spasming, gripping his solid cock, he
arse-fucked me until his sperm-flow ceased as he was done.

"God, Jane!"
he murmured, sliding his spent cock out of my brimming bottom-hole.
"God, I've never met a woman like you!"

"I do seem to
be different!" I giggled as I stood upright and turned to face him.
"You'll have to come again."

"Yes, I will,"
he smiled, buckling his belt. "Look, I'd better go."

"Now you've
come, you can go."

"I'll ring
you."

"You just
have!" I laughed as he moved towards the door.

"I'd like to
ring you every day!"

"You will,
John. Now off you go."

As the front
door closed, I pondered on my latest conquest, wondering about
Carole. She was all right in her innocence, in her unknowing, I
reflected. What she didn't know couldn't hurt her. I wanted to tell
her. No, perhaps not! Looking around the room, my blouse and skirt
strewn across the floor, I wondered when John would call again and
arse-fuck me. He'd be back again and again for crude sex, I knew. I
wanted to lick Carole's clitoris to orgasm. One day, maybe. One
day.

"Not naked
again?" Mat asked incredulously as he appeared in the lounge
clutching the note I'd left on the doormat.

"Oh, Mat!"

"God, now
what's your excuse?"

"I... I don't
have an excuse, as you put it."

"Explanation,
then?"

"Explanation?
Mat, we're man and wife, not employer and employee, not master and
slave! Why do I have to have an excuse or explain why I'm naked in
my own house?"

"Well, it's
not normal."

"Normal? I
don't want to be normal, thank you. I'm quite happy being
myself."

"How many men
continually come home to find their wives naked?"

"I have no
idea. Anyway, I would imagine that most men would be delighted, not
annoyed."

"I passed John
as I was driving up to the house. Has he been round?"

"Yes, he
called in to see me."

"What
for?"

"Because he
was passing."

"I hope you
weren't naked when he was here."

"Of course I
wasn't."

"He was just
passing? He must have wanted something, Jane."

"Why? He's
called in to see me before when he's been passing."

"You've never
told me."

"You've never
asked. I am allowed to have visitors, aren't I?"

"Well, yes,
but..."

"Den calls
round for coffee, as do Lisa and Carole. John pops in on the odd
occasion to see me... What's your problem?"

"Nothing,
nothing."

"What are you
doing home in the middle of the day?"

"I was
passing."

"Everyone
seems to be passing."

As he answered
his mobile phone, I gathered my skirt and blouse and bounded
upstairs to the bathroom. Locking the door, I stepped into the
shower and washed my curvaceous body - my weapon. I ignored Mat as
he hammered on the bathroom door and called out that he was going
back to work. I wasn't interested in Mat, I had the evening - Ian's
magnificent penis - to look forward to.

No one would
know where I was or who I was with. Suspicion, confusion, anger,
hatred, jealousy... Mat was seething with a lethal cocktail of
hurtful emotions. He'd used and abused me, and now it was my turn!
Had he read the note yet?

Lisa came
round after lunch, her ebony tresses shining, her succulent red
lips glossed, alluring. She was more attractive than ever, and I
longed for her naked body, her youthful cunt gaping over my thirsty
mouth. Was she wet? I wondered, leading her into the lounge. Was
her clitoris ripe for sucking?

"Are you doing
anything this evening?" she asked, plonking herself on the sofa,
her red microskirt riding up her delicious thighs.

"I'm going out
with a friend," I replied as I stood before her, gazing at her
breast buds pressing against her tight blouse.

"Anywhere
nice?"

"I'm not sure
where we're going yet."

"That's a
shame, I was hoping we could spend some time together."

"There'll be
other times, Lisa."

"Yes, but...
Oh, I don't know. Sitting in my flat night after night, I get
bored. I don't suppose I could come along?"

"Er... I don't
know."

"I'd really
like to go out somewhere."

I gazed into
the dark pools of her eyes. What could my intuition tell me?
Wringing her hands, she seemed different, nervy, uneasy. She was
obviously trying to wheedle her way in, but I wasn't sure why.
Perhaps she was still in league with Den? No one knew that I was
meeting Ian and his friends, but Den might have got at Lisa,
despatched her to discover my movements, my plans.

"We can spend
some time together now," I smiled.

"Yes, but it's
the evenings... I get so bored and lonely. Who are you going out
with?"

"No one you
know."

"I wouldn't be
in the way, Jane. If you let me tag along I'll..."

"I don't know,
let me think about it. Are you wearing panties?"

"No, I never
wear them. Are you?"

"No, I'm not.
Lisa, there's something I'd like to do. I have this fantasy where
you're bending over the back of the armchair and... Well..."

"You are
naughty!" she giggled. "What happens when I'm over the chair?"

"You're tied
down with rope, your pussy bulging between your lovely thighs. I
lick you, finger you and make you come."

"What else do
you do to me?"

"Finger your
bottom and your cunt at the same time. You writhe and cry out when
you come and then I drink the delicious cream from your dripping
pussy."

"Go and get
some rope!" she giggled, leaping to her feet and slipping her
blouse off. "Your fantasy is about to come true!"

My cunt
starting to irrigate in excited anticipation, I dashed into the
kitchen. Rope - I didn't have any. I should organize myself, I
reflected. A hiding place to keep rope, whips, handcuffs, Vaseline,
candles... Recalling kicking some lengths of rope beneath the sofa
when Mat had come home unexpectedly, I opened the fridge door.
Taking a cucumber from the shelf, I cut it in half. "That'll do
nicely," I breathed, my mind brimming with wicked thoughts.

Returning to
the lounge to find Lisa's lithesome, naked body over the back of
the chair, her rounded buttocks projected, her hairless labia
swelling below the melons of her youthful bottom, I placed the two
halves of cucumber on the floor and grabbed the rope from beneath
the sofa.

"I feel really
horny," Lisa breathed as I tied the ropes to her wrists and ankles,
securing her in the lewd position.

"So do I!" I
giggled. "You have a lovely cunt. If only you could see your love
lips, your open crack, your pink inner flesh. Mmm, very
alluring."

"God, your
words alone make me want to come! Talk dirty to me."

"I'll tell you
what I can see," I murmured, kneeling behind her. "Two perfectly
formed cushions of hairless, fleshy lips. They're smooth, soft,
unblemished. Nestling between them, your inner lips are wet, curled
like the open petals of a pink flower. And between your inner lips
I can just see the entrance to your vagina, your girl juice oozing
from your cunt. Where your outer lips fuse, there's a small bridge
of skin running up to the brown eye of your bottom-hole. At the
other end of your crack, your clitoris is peeping at me, looking at
me from beneath its little pink bonnet, begging to be licked."

"What are you
going to do to me, to my cunt?" she asked eagerly.

"I'm going to
push my tongue into your cunt and taste your milk. But first, I'm
going to push a cucumber into you, just to excite you, to wet you
more."

Taking the
fruit from the floor, I pressed the cut-off end between her fleshy
sex pads and gently twisted and pushed until it slipped deep into
her tight sheath. Gasping, she wiggled her hips, her outer lips
stretching tautly around the green shaft as I pushed it fully home.
Taking the other half of the phallus, I pressed the thin end
against her anal portal, pushing and twisting until the rounded end
slipped into her tight hole.

"What's that?"
she cried as the shaft slid into her rectal sheath, stretching her
delicate brown tissue. "Jane, take it out!"

"It's all
right," I chuckled. "Just relax and enjoy it."

"No, it's too
big!"

"Of course
it's not! There, it's almost in. You look lovely with both your
holes forced open. You should see it!"

"Please, don't
push it in any further!"

"Now the
little bridge of skin between your holes has almost gone, the
cucumbers virtually touching each other. Your pussy lips now form a
perfect circle around the cucumber. You really do look
beautiful."

"God, it
feels... it feels heavenly!"

"I knew you'd
like it. OK, wait there while I go and get something."

"What? What
are you going to get?"

"You'll
see."

Scurrying into
the garden, my lust juices coursing down my inner thighs, my
clitoris crying out for my caressing fingers, I grabbed a thin
bamboo cane from a flower border. In the kitchen, cleaning the mud
off the cane, I felt a cloud of evil engulf me, as if I were
possessed by the devil himself. Would Lisa enjoy the thrashing of
her life? I mused, returning to the lounge. Whether she enjoyed it
or not didn't matter, I knew I would! Was I the devil's
daughter?

"What have you
got?" she gasped as I stood behind the naked melons of her bottom
and eased the cucumber deeper into her tight rectal duct.

"You'll see,"
I breathed huskily, leaving an inch of the fruit protruding between
her rounded buttocks, nestling in her anal crease.

Bringing the
cane down with a loud crack, I chuckled as her naked body jolted,
her bottom bucking to meet its instrument of torture. "No!" she
screamed as I brought the cane down again, lashing her pale orbs.
"Jane, please!" Again, I landed the cane squarely across her tensed
melons, watching the thin, pink weals forming, fanning out across
her quivering skin. "Why are you doing this?" she screamed. Halting
the thrashing, I ran my fingertips over her taut buttocks, moving
down and caressing her open sex valley beneath the cucumber
protruding from her bloated cunt.