by Ray Gordon
"Don't use that word? That's rich, coming from you!"
"I'm sorry. I suppose I thought that the sex would change you, make you more adventurous in bed."
"It has changed me, Mat."
"Yes, I know. I thought we'd be better together, sexually. I thought that, with Den and Lisa, we might discover new pleasures, bring some excitement into our sex lives. That was the plan."
"And your plan worked very well. I enjoy lesbian sex, I enjoy having one man after another, several men at the same time. Oh yes, your plan worked all right."
"So... You mean that..."
"I mean your plan worked, you achieved what you set out to achieve. I'm now a bisexual nymphomaniac."
"Why tell me all this now?"
"Because I don't want to have to pretend any more'. The so-called blackmail, the threats... I don't want to have to go on playacting."
"So, things are OK?"
"Things could never be better as far as I'm concerned."
"That's great!"
His face glowing, I don't think he could believe his luck. But what was I doing? I'd still not come to a decision. Mat now thought that we were okay together, that we were going to enjoy group sex, naked romps with Den and Lisa. What did I want? I didn't know.
"You and Den put me through hell," I said angrily.
"We went too far, I realize that," he admitted, his head low again. "It was supposed to be just Den and me, and then Lisa came on the scene and... Well, as I said, we went too far."
"I'm glad that Lisa came on the scene. She's a lovely girl, we get on great together."
"I know that!" he chuckled. "So, you have no regrets?"
"I'm more than pleased by the way things have turned out. I'm a new woman, I enjoy sex to the full, and I wouldn't want to turn the clock back."
"That's great, Jane! I'm sorry for all the things you had to endure, but I'm over the moon because it's all worked out so well."
"So am I, Mat. So am I."
As he answered his mobile phone, I wandered over to the window and looked at the front garden. The weeds were prolific, the daisies spreading like fire through the long grass. Daisy chains. Chains of bondage. I wanted to masturbate now, to bring myself off. No, later.
"I've got to go to work," Mat said, slipping his phone into his pocket. "I've had so much time off recently that I'm going to be in trouble if I'm not careful. I wish I had more time, there's a lot to talk about."
"Yes, there is."
"How did you find out about the plan?"
"A shrewd guess, intuition. I put two and two together."
"Oh, right. Shit, I'd better go. This evening... This evening we'll have some fun, celebrate our new way of life, our new beginning."
"OK, I'll see you later."
"I'll get some wine. I... I love you, Jane."
Love? That was a rich one. He didn't know the meaning of the word! Did I? As he smugly left the room, I realized that I still had time to come to a decision. Again, I thought that the best thing that could happen would be for Mat to leave. Love? No, I felt no love for him, not after all he'd put me through. He wanted a dirty bitch who'd revel in extreme sex, not a loving wife. I'd become a dirty bitch, but I didn't want sex with Mat. I didn't need him. And I didn't want to be anyone's loving wife.
I wandered aimlessly around the house. One hour, two... Mat would definitely have to go, I finally decided. But how? How could I get him to leave me? I couldn't envisage him walking away from me, his wife, his home - not for anything. But there had to be a way.
Answering the phone, I was pleased to hear Lisa. "What's happening?" she asked excitedly. "I thought you were going to ring me."
"Yes, I was about to."
"Den rang me."
"I told you not to answer the phone, Lisa."
"It was after midday, I thought it was you."
"What did he say?"
"He said that he'd spoken to your husband and..."
"To my husband?"
"Yes, he said you're having an orgy this evening and he asked me to come."
"I am not having an orgy! Sorry, I didn't mean to shout. Lisa, if I managed to get rid of my husband, would you come and live with me?"
"Yes, I'd love to!"
"Don't get too excited, I don't know whether I can get him out of the house yet. I'll ring you later, OK?"
"OK. Do your best, Jane. I'd really like to live with you."
"Yes, I will. Just be patient."
"I'll wait for you to ring."
"All right."
I sat on the sofa contemplating, listening to my whispering thoughts as I waited for the time to pass. My hand between my thighs, I massaged my erect clitoris, recalling the debauched sex, the spunking cocks. How to get rid of Mat? Would my thoughts tell me?
My orgasm suddenly erupting, shaking me to the core, I slipped two fingers into my drenched cunt as I massaged my clitoris faster. I didn't need Mat, I had my fingers, the hoe, the door knob... But I needed Lisa, I knew, as I elicited my enveloping climax, frantically fingering my cunt, appeasing my engorged pleasure nodule.
Finally relaxing in the wake of my beautiful eruption, I sucked my fingers clean, savouring the exquisite blend of Den's sperm and my sex milk. I wanted Lisa there, her head between my thighs, her tongue between my love lips. I wanted my tongue up her cunt, both tongue-fucking each other, writhing in our electric sixty-nine lesbian sex-circuit. But there was plenty of time to enjoy her skittish delights.
"It's me!" Mat called excitedly on his arrival. Slamming the front door shut, he bustled into the lounge clutching a bottle of wine and a bunch of flowers. I smiled at him, wondering what to say. Out of the blue, a wicked idea held me as he placed the wine and flowers on the coffee table. My flurried thoughts had finally whispered the answer. I now had my own ultimate goal.
"Mat, this plan of yours," I began.
"Yes?"
"As I said earlier, it's worked."
"You're telling me it's worked!" he beamed. "I thought I'd invite Den round, and Lisa."
"Wait a minute, I haven't finished. Do you really believe that I'd allow our neighbour, a virtual stranger, to use me as he did just because he threatened to show you some crummy men's magazine?"
"What do you mean?"
"A shoddy photograph of a girl exhibiting her cunt... Admittedly, there's a slight resemblance, but do you honestly think that I'd succumb to blackmail?"
"But, you did."
"Do you think that I'd suck men's cocks, drink their spunk, allow men to fuck my arse, my cunt, my mouth... Do you believe that I'd allow ten men to wank over me, shower me with spunk, just to save my marriage?"
"I don't understand, Jane."
"No, of course you don't."
"You did all that because you enjoyed it, you became turned on and... You loved every minute of it."
"Your plan had one flaw in it, Mat. One fatal flaw."
"A flaw?"
"The evening Den came round to dinner. I knew that you were going to pretend to go out for cigars."
"How? There's no way you could have known."
"Den told me."
"What?"
"When you went to check the food and left us alone in the lounge, he told me."
"Of course he didn't!"
"I've known everything from day one. From the day Den brought that magazine round, he's told me everything."
"But... Why would he tell you? I don't believe it! The whole idea was to... There's no way he'd have said anything, Jane."
"He told me that you were going to make out that you were going to look at a computer, and that I was to suck you off through the hole in the fence. He told me that you fucked my arse when I was tied up and blindfolded beneath the apple tree. He told me that you were going to fuck my arse when I was tied over the back of the armchair, that you were going to watch him shove a cucumber up my arse."
"Why? Why did he tell you? I don't understand."
"Do you know what your plan did?"
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"I'd been screwing Den since the day he moved in next door. All your plan did was allow us to have sex without having to worry about you catching us."
"What? You were having an affair all along?"
"Yes, I was. Your pathetic plan was the best thing that could have happened. Den could come here and fuck me, I could go to his place for sex - and we didn't have to worry about you."
"You're a bitch! And he's a fucking bastard!"
"And what are you? You're the biggest bastard of all! We laughed at you behind your back. We allowed you to watch us fucking on the odd occasion, even allowed you to join in, just to keep you happy. God, did we laugh at you! I'll tell you this - I was going to end the affair. It was a stupid mistake, succumbing to Den's charms, and I didn't want our marriage to end. The day Den came round with the magazine I was going to tell him that it was over, that I loved you and wanted only you. But because of your evil plan, I carried on screwing Den."
"I've never known such an evil bitch as you! My God, I'm at work, and you're fucking our next door neighbour behind my back? You dirty whore!"
"Yes, I am a dirty whore - and you're the one who made me what I am!"
"Since Den moved in, you were fucking him, sucking spunk from his cock?"
"I was doing far more than that while you were at work! He'd fucked my arse, my cunt, my mouth..."
"You two-timing bitch! Every day when I came in from work and kissed you, you'd been swallowing that bastard's spunk! When we made love, he'd been shoving his cock up your dirty cunt!"
"Funny how things turn out, isn't it?"
"I'm leaving you, Jane. Never have I known a cow like you! My plan was to bring us closer together, make our sex lives better and..."
"Bring us closer together? Other men fucking me, whipping me, a girl licking my cunt while I was forced to lick her cunt... That's bringing us closer together?"
"No wonder you were all for it! You were nothing but a filthy whore in the first place! I'm going up to pack!"
"Good!"
As he bounded upstairs and started banging around in the bedroom I gazed out of the window. I felt dreadful, but I'd done it - successfully disposed of Mat. If he asked Den about the affair, which I knew he wouldn't, Den would deny the whole thing. There'd be a massive row and Mat would probably punch Den in the face. Whatever happened, I didn't care - I was free at last. They could kill each other as far as I was concerned!
Ringing Lisa, I told her to pack her case and come over. She was over the moon, like an excited child at Christmas. She was a child at heart, I knew. But she'd be good company, and good in bed. What Carole would say about my live-in lesbian lover, I had no idea! Poor Carole, I'd taken her husband, his penis - his spunk. Still, all's fair in lust and sex.
I grinned as Mat lugged a suitcase downstairs and stomped through the hall. I watched him through the lounge window as he dumped the case in the boot of his car before going up to the bedroom for more of his things. It was a sad sight, but he deserved all that came to him. Lugging another case downstairs, he burst into the lounge and opened the bureau.
"I've been stuffing thousands into our joint account for our future," he growled, slipping our cheque book into his pocket. "But you needn't think I'm giving you a bloody penny! You can starve for all I care! And you'll have to move out because I'm selling the house!"
"You're forgetting that my aunt left me this house, it's in my name," I smiled.
"Bitch!"
"Oh, I forgot to tell you. I took all the money out of our account."
"What? You fucking bitch!"
"Yes, I do believe I am. By the way, Lisa's moving in with me."
"You're a fucking lesbian!"
"Yes, thanks to you, I am. I fuck, and I'm a lesbian."
"You'll be sorry, you'll see! It won't be long and you'll be begging me to come back. You'll soon get fed up with the next door bastard."
"Oh, no. No, I'm not interested in Den any more. I have Lisa and my college friends. I don't want Den - or you."
"I can't believe it, Jane. Having an affair with that bastard, ruining our marriage, our future... I really can't believe it!"
"I must admit that I had some difficulty believing that you'd set me up, that you got your kicks by watching three men fuck my mouth, my cunt and my arsehole."
"Listen to you, the way you're talking. You're nothing more than a common slut!"
"That's me! Den and I used to fuck in the garden, in our bed, in the lounge, over the kitchen table... I'll tell you what I liked most of all, I liked him fucking my arsehole - his beautiful cock spunking up my tight arse."
"Dirty cow!"
"When you used to fuck me... I should say, attempt to fuck me - I used to pretend that you were Den. It was the only way I could come. When you used to lick my cunt and tell me how wet I was, it was Den's spunk that you were lapping up, not my cunt juice."
"You disgust me!"
"From the day he moved in next door, the minute you went to work he'd come round and we'd enjoy sixty-nine on the lawn. He'd spunk in my mouth and I'd squirt my cunt milk into his. Then we'd fuck like there was no tomorrow."
"You dirty, filthy bitch!"
"Your plan gave us the opportunity to have all the sex we wanted."
"Goodbye, Jane. And good riddance!"
"Goodbye, Mat. And, thanks for all you've done."
As the front door slammed shut, I breathed a sigh of relief. Watching Mat climb into his car and drive off, I wondered about the furniture, the rest of his belongings. Would he come back to collect his things? Would he want half the furniture? I didn't know, or care. I'd won, if there was a winner.
When Lisa turned up with her case, the first thing I ordered her to do was strip off. "You'll be naked at all times," I smiled, holding her shoulders.
"OK," she smiled sweetly, unbuttoning her blouse.
"Take your case up to our bedroom and then join me in the garden."
Wandering out onto the patio, I slipped my skirt and blouse off. My cunt oozing with Den's sperm, I decided to have Lisa cleanse me, suck and lick me clean. She'd become my sex slave, attend me, my feminine needs and desires. I wouldn't share her with the college men, not with anyone. She was mine, all mine.
"Hi!" Den grinned as he walked around the side of the house. "God, you look horny! How did it go with Mat?"
"Mat's gone," I replied, jutting my naked breasts forward.
"Gone?"
"For good, thank God. Lisa's moved in with me, she'll be down in a minute."
"Christ, I didn't think..."
"No, neither did Mat. I'm entertaining my college friends this evening. Or, I should say, they'll be entertaining me."
"God, you've moved fast."
"What are you doing this evening, Den?"
"Well, nothing. I'd love to..."
"Ah, Lisa, there you are," I smiled as she stepped out of the back door, exhibiting her fresh, naked body. "You look lovely."
"Thanks."
"God, you look beautiful!" Den gasped, eyeing her pert breasts, her hairless pussy swelling beneath the slight curve of her stomach. "I can hardly believe my luck! Two naked beauties living next door to me!"
"It's a funny thing, luck," I said softly.
"Yes, it is. So, what time..."
"What did you say you were doing this evening, Den?"
"Nothing, so..."
"Well, I hope there's something good on television. Poor old you, having to spend the evening alone."
"But I thought..."
"Come on, Lisa, let's go inside."
Leaving Den standing open-mouthed in the garden, I closed and locked the back door. Two losers, I reflected leading Lisa into the lounge. Sitting on the sofa with my thighs wide apart as the phone rang, I instructed her to lick me, to tongue-fuck my yearning cunt.
"Hallo," I purred, pressing the receiver to my ear as her eager tongue entered me.
"It's me," Mat hissed. "I'm just ringing
to say that..."
"Ah, ah! Yes!" I sighed. "Sorry, Mat - Lisa's tonguing my cunt. What was it you wanted?"
"My God, you're a filthy bitch! You've changed beyond all..."
"Thanks to you, Mat, I have changed. Now, if you don't mind, I want to enjoy Lisa's intimate attention. Goodbye."
Moaning my unrestrained pleasure, I lowered my gaze to my splayed thighs, to my glistening butterfly wings, spread to a vibrant shade of red. Lisa's predatory female tongue snaking the length and breadth of my open pupa, I knew there could be no turning back. Ensnared, laid bare, violated, the old Jane was gone forever. Quivering, preparing to soar as my sensitive soft core palpitated, I had metamorphosed into a creature unknown to me. And from my noisy summit I heard a distant whisper.
I am not what I once was, nor ever again will be.
-oOo-
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Maid to Serve
Bending over and grasping her ankles, Hayley yelped as Belinda's hand landed squarely across the cotton-covered flesh of her young buttocks with a loud slap. She rocked forward a little under the impact, stunned by the unjust assault. She couldn't believe what was happening as a second slap resounded around the room. With the stinging sensation permeating the tensed cheeks of her bottom she tried to stand upright, but Belinda pressed on her back with her free hand and held her down. This was a very bad dream, she thought. A very, very bad dream.
When shy Hayley lands herself the job of housemaid at Hadleigh Manor, she is over the moon. Her employer, Michael Phillips, a successful music producer, warms to her immediately, although his interest in her doesn't go unnoticed by his wife, Belinda.
Hayley's ambition is to eventually gain a position with a famous celebrity, and Michael has contacts. But his cold wife has other plans for Hayley, and she has to endure painful and humiliating ordeals and spankings if she's to obtain a good reference.
Time passes and promises of a position with a celebrity friend seem empty, so Hayley decides to give up her job and leave. But then she is stunned to discover the shocking truth about her employers... in the foreboding basement of the manor house.
