Naked Lies

by Ray Gordon

  "Carole, it's Jane," I said as she answered the phone.

  "Hi, how are you?"

  "Fine, how about going out for a drink this evening?"

  "Yes, I'd like that."

  "Shall we meet outside that pub in the high street?"

  "The Ship?"

  "That's the one. About eight?"

  "I'll be there. Actually, John's at a meeting this evening and I was wondering what to do."

  "Great, I'll see you at eight."

  The plan was coming together nicely, I reflected as I replaced the receiver. But I might have a job losing Mat. I'd have to head off in the direction of the Smugglers' Inn and then slip down a side street and make for The Ship. I'd do it, I knew!

  Den didn't bother me again and I reckoned that he was trying to discover which of the young men had arranged to meet me. He'd be furious, contacting them and demanding to know who was going behind his back for sex with his slave. They'd all deny it, of course, leaving him pondering on which one was lying.

  As the afternoon dragged on, my clitoris swollen in desire, my vaginal milk streaming down my inner thighs, I contemplated masturbating. But with the time nearing five, my clitoris would have to wait. Mat would soon be home, lurking, watching me, and I decided to dress in a micro skirt and loose blouse. Dress like a tart. My thoughts whispered to me. Applying my make-up, crimping my long blonde hair, I looked great.

  "Why dress up like that?" Mat asked as he wandered into the lounge and dumped his briefcase on the floor.

  "I told you, I'm going out with Carole," I smiled sweetly.

  "You've never bothered to do yourself up like that when you've gone out with her in the past."

  "I might meet a handsome young man!" I giggled.

  "What do you mean?"

  "I was joking, Mat."

  "Are you leaving now?"

  "No, not yet. How come you're home early?"

  "I had to call in on a client. Have you seen anything of Den today?"

  "Yes, we sat in the garden. I really like him, he's such a nice man."

  "Nice?"

  "He knows how to treat a woman."

  "What do you mean by that?"

  "There's something about him that... Oh, I don't know."

  "What is there about him? Do you fancy him?"

  "You and your suspicious mind, Mat! He's our neighbour, our friend, that's all. Can't I have a coffee with our neighbour without you thinking that I'm having an affair with him?"

  "I wasn't thinking that at all."

  "I like having Den next door, I feel secure knowing that he's there. Anyway, no doubt you'll be seeing him this evening - as usual."

  "I've no reason to see him. I'll probably do a bit in the garden, seeing as you don't seem to bother any more'."

  "I've been using the hoe."

  "I know... I mean, it doesn't look like it."

  As he answered the phone to one of his clients, I slipped out of the room, grabbing my bag and quietly closing the front door behind me. Praying that he wasn't looking out of the window, I made my escape and ran down the street. Turning as I reached the corner, I grinned. There was no sign of him.

  After a long walk, I arrived at the pub early and sat at a corner table, sipping wine. Mat would have searched the house and garden, and no doubt be making his way to the Smugglers' Inn to check up on me. Den would probably join the search and...

  "Hi!" a young man greeted me as he approached the table.

  "Oh!" I gasped, immediately recognizing him as one of the college men.

  "What are you doing here?"

  "Er... Meeting a friend," I stammered as he sat down.

  "I'm Ian."

  "Ian, yes. Er... Jane."

  "Yes, I know. So, did you have a good time last night?"

  "I... Look, my friend will be here in a minute. I don't want her to think..."

  "I'll go when she arrives. I've never known a woman like you. I've read about these things, orgies and gang bangs, but I never thought I'd..."

  "I don't want to talk about it," I interrupted him, recalling his thick rod in my mouth, his sperm bathing my tongue.

  "Any chance of seeing you some time?"

  "No, I... I don't know. It's difficult."

  "Here, let me get you another drink," he smiled, taking my empty glass.

  "Thanks, medium white wine."

  As he headed off to the bar, I thought of the irony of the situation. I'd told Den that I was going to meet one of the men, and I'd met one! Perhaps it was meant to be, I reflected. Should I arrange to meet him? Obviously, it was my body he wanted, my cunt. It might be an idea to get to know him, keep him in reserve as a young stud.

  "Medium white," he smiled, placing my glass on the table as he sat down. "So, tell me about yourself, how you and Den... Well, you know."

  "Don't you know the situation?"

  "No, I don't."

  "What did Den say when he invited you round?"

  "Just that he knew a horny... That he knew a woman who enjoyed group sex."

  "Was there someone else there, hiding, watching?"

  "If there was, I didn't see him. Why would someone hide?"

  "It doesn't matter. Do you know where I live?"

  "I know nothing about you, other than your name."

  "Has Den arranged another evening?"

  "He's going to let us know - he reckoned within a few days."

  "Give me your address and phone number and I'll be in touch."

  Taking a pen and paper from my bag, I imagined meeting Ian at his place and excluding Mat and Den from the orgy. Word was bound to get back to Den, and I'd win another round. I'd got Lisa on my side. Having the young men too, I'd be in a good position - for what, I didn't know.

  "You'd better go," I said, checking my watch as I stuffed Ian's credentials into my bag. "I'll ring you. But don't tell Den anything about this."

  "If that's the way you want it."

  "It is. I don't want him knowing that we've met, OK?"

  "OK. It's a shame you're not free this evening," he smiled as he stood up, gazing at my shapely thighs. He didn't know that my cunt was knickerless, naked, hot and ready for sex.

  "It is," I reciprocated, licking my succulent red lips provocatively as I eyed his bulging jeans. "It's a great shame."

  As he walked over to the bar I felt my clitoris swell, my intoxicating lust juices flowing between my hairless love lips. It was a shame that I wasn't free that evening, but there'd be plenty of other times for crude sex, I reflected. My heart fluttering, my stomach somersaulting, I pictured the men standing over my naked body, wanking their beautiful cocks, showering me with their sperm. Things were definitely looking up!

  "Hi, Jane," Carole smiled as she approached with her drink and sat down. "How are you?"

  "I'm fine, couldn't be better."

  "So, what have you been up to? Anything interesting?"

  "No, not really. How about you?"

  "No, just the same old thing day in, day out. I need something to spice my life up. Got any ideas?"

  Carole was very attractive, and I certainly had ideas that could spice up her life no end. Again, I pondered on her cunt, licking her clitoris to orgasm - as only another woman knows how. Dare I suggest it? I wondered, admiring her lush nipples, clearly outlined by her tight lycra top. I could bring her the best orgasms she'd ever had. Would she like ten men wanking over her, sperming her naked body?

  "I have one or two ideas," I said mysteriously, sipping my wine.

  "Oh?"

  "Actually, I haven't."

  "I was saying to Mat just before I left that..."

  "Mat?"

  "Yes, he rang."

  "Why?"

  "He said something about you leaving while he was on the phone. He didn't get a chance to ask you when you'd be home."

  "And he asked where we were meeting."

  "Yes, how do you know that?"

  "Just a guess, you know how suspicious Mat is. I'll tell you what, let's finish our drink
s and go to that new wine bar down the road."

  "OK, good idea."

  That little trick would sort Mat out, I mused as we left the pub. When I got home and he said that he'd been to The Ship and I hadn't been there, I'd guiltily stammer some explanation or other, leaving him believing that I really had met one of the college men for a session of rampant sex.

  Finally arriving home at eleven-thirty, I found Mat pacing the lounge floor, anguish reflected in his accusing expression as I flopped onto the sofa. I was a little drunk and couldn't help giggling as he asked me whether I'd enjoyed going to the Smugglers' Inn with Carole.

  "We had a great time!" I chuckled. "We met in The Ship and... and I think I drank too much."

  "You met in The Ship?"

  "Yes, we were going to the Smugglers' but changed our minds."

  "So you were in The Ship all evening."

  "No, we went to a wine bar. So, what have you been up to?"

  "Which wine bar?"

  "I don't know, that new one in the high street."

  "Did you meet anyone else?"

  "Meet anyone else?"

  "Did you bump into anyone you know?"

  "No, why do you ask?"

  "No reason."

  "What have you been doing?"

  "Paperwork, a bit of gardening..."

  "I thought I saw you in the high street, but it couldn't have been you."

  "No, no - I've not left the house. Do you want some coffee?"

  "No, I think I'll go up to bed. I've had an exhausting evening, I can tell you!"

  "Exhausting?"

  "Tiring. Right, I'm going up."

  "I'll be with you shortly."

  Beneath my quilt, I pondered on the day's events. More suspicion, trickery and lies. But I'd met Ian, and would ring him and arrange to meet. Perhaps I could meet him in the woods by the recreation ground? Sex beneath the trees, the birds twittering, fluttering above me as I writhed in orgasm. I'd come home dripping with sperm, my face sex-flushed, my cunt inflamed. Mat would run around in circles, question me, discuss the matter with Den, and drive himself crazy!

  After Mat had gone to work the following morning, I went downstairs and found another note lying on the door mat. It concerned me screwing a young stud the night before, and I immediately knew that it was either from Mat or Den. Why bother with notes? Was it to rile me, worry me? What was the point?

  I came up with an idea - I'd send notes to Mat telling him of my debauchery, my secret lovers, my clandestine sex romps. The notes would also threaten to tell me of his involvement in the plan, that he'd been the perpetrator. Lisa didn't know of Mat's involvement, so he'd know that it wasn't her. The students knew nothing about Mat. He'd be beside himself wondering who the hell knew his secret.

  Writing the first note, I slipped it into an envelope and tossed it on the doormat before ringing Ian and arranging to meet him in the recreation ground that evening. He suggested that he bring his friends, and I readily agreed, my cunt wetting as I recalled their beautiful penises, the spunk jetting from their bulbous knobs. I was going to ring Lisa and ask her to join us in the woods for a night of sex, but changed my mind. I'd keep her for myself, I decided. Her curvaceous body, her tight cunt fresh, smooth, hairless - I'd keep her for myself.

  I didn't realize the depths to which I'd fallen until I answered the front door to John. Wearing my ridiculously short microskirt and no panties, I invited him into the lounge. Seemingly not noticing my long legs, my shapely thighs, he began to question me about Carole, our outing the previous evening. His blue eyes frowning, I could see that something was wrong, that he suspected something. But what?

  "We went to that new wine bar in the high street," I imparted as he seated himself uneasily on the sofa and brushed his blond hair away from his forehead. "Didn't she tell you?"

  "Yes, she did. Jane, the reason I'm here is because Mat rang me. He seemed to think that you'd not gone out with Carole last night."

  "That sounds like Mat!" I giggled, parting my thighs as I reclined in the armchair opposite him, my naked pussy slit blatantly bared. "His suspicious mind will be the death of him!"

  "You did meet Carole, then?" he asked, not seeming to notice my feminine wares.

  "Yes, in The Ship - and then we went on to the wine bar."

  "She's been rather fidgety lately and, in view of Mat's phone call, I just wondered whether she'd gone to meet someone else."

  "No, no not Carole. Between you and me, she did say that she needs something to spice her life up."

  "Yes, she's said the same thing to me. I suppose, with me working all the time, she gets fed up being in the house alone."

  "I know the feeling!" I laughed, parting my thighs further.

  "Well, I just thought I'd check with you," he smiled, looking down and focusing on my sex crack. "Er... I'd better be going."

  "You don't have to rush off, do you?" I demurred, a suggestive grin furling my lips, my eyes wide - bedroom eyes.

  "Well, I... There's no rush."

  "Good."

  As we talked about his promotion, Mat's work, the weather, and every other mundane subject under the sun, I continued to exhibit my beautiful cunt. Averting his gaze every now and then, he was drawn back to my ripe lips, my gaping sex slit, like a magnet. All men were the same, I reflected, observing the bulge in his trousers. Given half the chance, a glimpse of a fanny, and they were eager for sex. Adultery didn't seem to bother men. It no longer bothered me!

  "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.