Naked Lies (8 page)

I was sure
that he wouldn't be able to fuck me now and spunk up my drenched
cunt. I didn't want him there, in my cunt, and yet... Again, in my
confusion, I didn't know what I wanted. As he drained his swinging
balls, he clutched my head, gently rocking his hips as the last of
his sperm oozed from his sex slit. My cunt was wet, hot,
contracting - I didn't want him there.

"God, you're
something else!" he gasped, finally slipping his cock out of my
mouth as I swallowed hard. Licking my lips, I sat back on my heels
and wiped the sperm from my chin as he tugged his jeans up. Was
that it? I pondered. Twice, he'd come in my mouth, he'd thrashed
me, used and humiliated me. Was that it?

"Now what?" I whispered, my face flushing as I looked up at
him through my matted hair.
My
master
.

"Now it's your
turn to come," he directed.

"No, I..."

"You're going
to come like you've never come before," he grinned, lying on the
floor on his back. "Come and kneel over my face with your juicy
cunt pressed against my mouth."

My vaginal
muscles tightened as I pictured myself in the lewd position. How
could I behave like this? I wondered as I lifted my skirt and knelt
with my knees astride his head, my dripping vaginal crack gaping
above his mouth. What was possessing me to act as a wanton whore?
Blackmail, or arousal? I shuddered as I felt his hot breath against
my most intimate flesh.

"You're
sopping wet!" he chuckled, grabbing my hips and pulling me down.
"Christ, your cunt juice is pouring out!" My sex lips meeting his
mouth, his tongue driving into my hot vaginal sheath, I gasped as
the beautiful sensations coursed through my pelvis. Gazing down at
his dark hair as he lapped up my flowing juices, I covered his head
with my skirt, trying to blot out the adulteress. But I couldn't
erase the magical sensations, deny the immense pleasure his
sweeping tongue was bringing me. The walls watched me, my adultery.
Would they tell?

Desperately
trying not to cry out as he mouthed and licked my erect clitoris, I
tossed hy head back as the sensations built and permeated my
contracting womb. Surge after surge of pre-orgasmic pleasure
emanating from my pulsating clitoris, wave after wave of pure
sexual ecstasy rolled through me. I couldn't begin to comprehend
the immense pleasure, the fantastic sensations gripping my
quivering body as my juices of lust flowed from my hot sex sheath.
Although I tried to hold my orgasm back, to relish the beautiful
pulses of sex erupting within my clitoris, the explosion inevitably
came. My mouth open, gasping, my eyes rolling, I sank into a pool
of exquisite sexual pleasure as my climax seized me.

Rocking my
hips, my inflamed sex valley gliding over his mouth, his sweeping
tongue, I sustained my multiple orgasm. As if in a dream, I was
completely oblivious to my surroundings as the intensity of my
climax became almost unbearable. Never had I experienced such a
heavenly, almost spiritual state of consciousness, such complete
and utter fulfilment of both body and mind.

My head
lolling forward, I lifted my skirt and gazed at Den, my outer lips
enveloping his wet mouth as he sucked out my orgasm. My juices
bubbling within my vaginal sheath, streaming over his face, my cunt
rhythmically contracting, I thought I'd die as the wondrous
sensations peaked again, casting me into a swirling sea of sexual
utopia. Waves of pleasure crashing over me, drowning me, my burning
cunt became the centre of my trembling body, the epitome of my very
being.

At last, my
orgasm began to wane, leaving me quivering in its wake, trembling
uncontrollably as my juices decanted and my clitoris receded.
Falling to one side, my dripping cunt vacating Den's sated mouth, I
lay sprawled out on the floor, a trembling heap of limbs as I
drifted gently down from my sexual heaven.

"How was it?" he asked as he climbed to his feet and wiped my
orgasmic juices from his mouth.
How was it?
Wonderful, heavenly, exquisite... Perverted, adulterous,
profane
... "You'd like me to fuck your
tight cunt now, wouldn't you?" he grinned, towering over my sated
body. "You'd like my stiff cock spunking up your tight
cunt."

His crude words careered through the wreckage of my marriage
strewn around my mind. Images of Mat welled from the rubble, his
accusing eyes gazing at me, his face scowling. A voice emanated
from the destruction, a familiar goading voice.
Let him take you. Fuck your cunt
. Were
my thoughts speaking to me?

"Well? Do you
want me to spunk up your wet cunt?"

"No!" I
screamed above the goading. "No!"

He turned and
left the room, the back door slamming shut as he returned to his
own house, satisfied, fulfilled. I lay there, unable to move as my
breathing slowed and the stark reality of my wanton act seeped into
my mind. I felt my juices oozing from my hot cunt, trickling down
between my stinging buttocks. I tasted the sperm lingering on my
lips, recalling his penis fucking my mouth. I was the ultimate
adulteress.

My fingers
pulling and twisting my drenched inner lips, I sat bolt upright as
I heard a noise. Had it come from the kitchen? Had Den returned to
fuck me? Dragging my weak body up, I stood on my quivering legs and
tugged my skirt down. As a rustling sound drifted into the room
from the hall, I froze. Still dazed from my incredible orgasm, I
listened to the deafening silence. Was my pained mind playing
tricks on me?

"I'm imagining
things," I murmured, tentatively walking to the door and peering
into the hall. Creeping into the kitchen, I noticed that the back
door was wide open. I hadn't imagined hearing Den slam it shut. The
catch couldn't have caught properly, I surmised, conveniently,
obliquely.

Closing and
locking the door, I took a deep breath, again wondering at my lewd
behaviour, my wanton act of infidelity. What was done was done, I
reflected, my trembling hand grabbing the kettle. I didn't want
coffee but it was something to do, a distraction for my torrid
thoughts. I didn't know what I wanted. A shower to wash away the
guilt? Fresh clothes to quell the odour of adulterous sex?

"Hi, Jane!"
Mat was smiling as he appeared in the kitchen doorway.

"Mat!" I
cried, more out of fright than fear of him discovering what I'd
done. "Christ, you made me jump!"

"Sorry, I
didn't mean to sneak up on you. Are you OK? You look
awfully..."

"Why shouldn't
I be OK?" I snapped, my guilt rising as I felt my vaginal juices
coursing down my inner thighs like rivers of cream.

"You look
flushed."

"I've been
exercising," I replied stupidly, my chest tightening with anxiety
as I imagined him catching me kneeling over Den's face, crying out
in orgasm.

"I rang last
night, but there was no reply."

"I went to bed
early."

"I rang at
six, at seven, at..."

"In that case,
the phone must have been out of order. How was your trip?"

As he told me
about his journey, the hotel, the meeting, I wondered what telltale
signs I'd left in the lounge. Had Den taken his leather belt? Was
the carpet stained? Were my panties still on the floor? Mat's words
drifted past me, floating to the ceiling as I sidled from the room.
I couldn't listen to Mat - my only concern was for Den, my wet
panties, evidence of the thrashing, the mouth fucking, the pussy
eating. In the lounge, I grabbed my forlorn panties and looked
about me. The armchair was in the centre of the room, the cushion
wet with my tears.

"Are you sure
you're OK?" Mat persisted as he joined me. "You look terribly
guilty."

"Guilty?" I
echoed, pushing the chair back and adjusting the cushion. "Why
should I look guilty?"

"I don't know,
you tell me."

"I'm not
guilty of anything, don't be so silly!" I trilled, my stinging
buttocks cruelly reminding me of the thrashing.

"What are you
doing with your knickers?"

"I... I'm
about to do the washing," I smiled, suddenly recalling the
photograph Den had dropped through the letterbox.

Where had I
left the incriminating evidence? I wondered fearfully. On the hall
table? In the lounge? Trying not to panic, my eyes embraced the
room, unable to remember. Mat was watching me, suspicion in his
eyes as he surveyed my dishevelled hair. But he couldn't have known
what I'd done. Den had left by the back door, and I'd been in the
kitchen when Mat had arrived. No way could he know of my treachery.
Unless the walls had told him.

"Your hair's a
right mess!" he laughed. "What on earth have you been up to?"

"I told you,
I've been exercising."

"You look as
if you've just finished a marathon."

"I feel as if
I've just finished a marathon! Are you going to work or..."

"Yes, I have
to go in for the rest of the day. There are reports to complete and
a mountain of paperwork to wade through. By the way, I thought we
might invite Den round for a meal this evening."

I felt my
heart leap into my mouth. I couldn't sit at the table with Den and
Mat! I had to come up with an excuse, and quickly! As Mat helped
himself to a banana from the fruit bowel, my stomach sank. I
watched him eating the fruit, recalling my wanton masturbation
session, savouring the hot, sticky phallus... The nightmare was
escalating!

"Not tonight,
Mat," I finally replied.

"Why not?"

"Well,
I..."

"Den's OK.
He's a nice chap, you should get to know him."

"I do know him."
Intimately!

"No, I mean,
get to know him properly. He is our neighbour, after all."

"I really
don't feel like entertaining, Mat."

"I'll tell you
what, I'll do the cooking. How's that sound?"

It sounded
dreadful, but worse, where was the bloody photograph? I couldn't
take much more mental harassment. I had to come up with an excuse
for not having Den to dinner. But the priority was to find my
obscene portrait before Mat did. The hurt would kill him.

"It's not the
cooking," I proffered, searching the room. "It's just that I... I
want us to have an evening together, Mat. You were away all last
night and..."

"To be honest,
I wanted Den's advice on some financial matters. Having him round
for dinner would give me the opportunity to talk to him."

"I suppose
so," I finally conceded, realizing that there was no way out of
it.

"Great. Well,
I'd better get going. I'll be home around six."

"OK, I'll see
you later."

"I'll pop into
Den's and tell him."

"All right,
I'll see you this evening."

As Mat left, I
held my hand to my head in anguish. I felt as if I was imprisoned
between the two men - Mat on one side and Den on the other. How
could I play the smiling hostess and sit at the same table as my
husband and my blackmailer? But I'd do it, I decided. I'd play my
role to perfection and not allow Den to get to me. He'd quietly
threaten and tease, I knew, but I'd not allow him to rile or upset
me.

I felt that
things were changing as I searched for the photograph. Strangely, I
seemed to be rising above the situation, almost delighting in the
illicit sex and the danger. I was changing, changing so much that I
found myself looking forward to the evening. Den would try and
embarrass me, but I'd play him at his own game and humiliate him. I
might even wear my short skirt without panties and flash my cunt at
him when Mat wasn't looking. God, what was I thinking? Was I going
insane?

I searched
everywhere for the elusive photograph, without success. Reckoning
that Den had taken it, my stomach somersaulted as I observed the
bananas in the fruit bowel. My cunt wetter than ever, aching for
attention, I inhaled deeply. This was no time for masturbation!
Somehow, I had to turn my thoughts away from sex.

I busied
myself throughout the day, laying the table in the dining room,
taking a shower and dressing in a very short skirt and loose blouse
for the evening. A powerful sense of wickedness gripped me as I
practised sitting in the armchair with my skirt up and my thighs
slightly parted. My vaginal crack displayed, I was innocent in my
innocence.

I was going to
be in control that evening. With my knickerless cunt, I was going
to call the shots. Den would obviously have made his plans, but
he'd have the shock of his life when I flashed my pussy slit at him
at every opportunity. He'd become confused, wondering who was
supposed to be blackmailing whom, why I was deliberately placing my
marriage on the line by taking such risks with Mat around. Elation,
as well as arousal, gripped me.

With the time
nearing six, I was ready. I'd thought Den would arrive before Mat,
just to tease me, but I was wrong. Mat turned up early, somewhat
over excited about the evening, although I didn't know why. I
finally concluded that he was looking forward to some neighbourly
financial enlightenment. I was looking forward to some neighbourly
excitement.

Mat praised
me, my efforts in the dining room and the way I'd dressed. Of
course, he had no idea that I wasn't wearing any knickers! I'd not
bothered to wear a bra, either. Leaning forward slightly when Mat
wasn't looking, my blouse falling open, my elongated nipples were
clearly visible. I felt horny as never before. My cunt wetting, my
vaginal juice creaming my inner thighs, I needed to come.

I might even
pounce on Mat when Den had gone, squat over his face and bring
myself off, I decided. Strangely, the thought of having sex with
Mat after Den didn't worry me any more'. I'd thought that I'd not
be able to face him after my adultery, let alone have sex with him,
but now... Now, I was in control!