Addicted

by Ray Gordon

  Searching the house, I realized that he must have gone out, probably to the pub for a beer. I was pleased, and changed into a short skirt and blouse, knickerless and braless, as was usual now. Descending the stairs, my heart almost stopped as I realized that my worst-ever nightmare was coming true - my symptoms were showing signs of returning. My hands trembling slightly, my heart missing the odd beat, I couldn't believe it. I'd had my fix that morning; surely it should last for a couple of days at least?

  When Gary rang and demanded that I go and visit him, his prison cell, I didn't know what to say. I couldn't disappear for half the evening with Tony around, the perpetual questioning would be unbearable! But my panic was rising fast and, as usual, Tony was never there when I needed him. Should I have him based in London or abroad? I didn't know. As far as my feelings for Tony were concerned, I was totally confused.

  Leaving the house, I wandered down the lane, fearful that my panic would rise to frightening heights and I'd become a quivering, nervous wreck. I couldn't allow Tony to see me like that! Taking a deep breath, I knew that I had no choice. Visiting Gary again was a mistake, but it was a mistake that was to enlighten me, open my eyes to something that, even in my wildest dreams, I would never have imagined possible.

  Opening his front door, Gary almost yanked me into the house and dragged me through the hall to the prison cell. Frightened, I prayed that my fix would last for two days, if not three, as in the past. I couldn't endure having to seek men out and swallow sperm every day, twice a day!

  "Get in there, you slag!" Gary ordered me, grabbing my arm and pointing to a large wooden box he'd constructed. I didn't know what I was doing as I stepped into the box and knelt down, my thinking was going haywire. All I wanted was sperm, and I realized with horror that I'd do anything in return - anything!

  Before closing the lid, Gary lifted my skirt up over my back and pushed my buttocks through a large hole cut in the end of the box. He held my crudely bared arse in position with a leather strap buckled around my middle. My buttocks projecting through the hole, my anal entrance, my cunt, were vulnerable to my unseen abuser. Again, I'd fallen prey to my addiction, to Gary's perverted mind.

  He locked the lid; I was in darkness, trapped, unable to move, unable to protect my sex holes. I heard chuckling, male chuckling as another man entered the room. Someone slapped my buttocks and my body jolted. Was it Phil? I wondered. How many men had Gary rounded up to fuck me, to whip and arse-fuck me? Squeezing my eyes shut as a finger rudely drove deep into my anal sheath, I cried silently, secretly, within the darkness of the box.

  "Which is it to be, her cunt or her arse?" Gary asked his guest, his accomplice in debauchery.

  "Her arse, first." I knew the voice, it was Tony. Stunned, I listened intently, wondering whether I'd been mistaken - but knowing that I hadn't.

  "Really give it to her!" Gary laughed. "Fuck her for all you're worth!"

  "How long have you been up to this sort of thing?" Tony asked.

  "I transformed this room into my sex den ages ago."

  "Now I know why you wanted me to wait in the lounge while you answered the door. Who's the tart?"

  "Just some little prostitute I picked up a few weeks back. What do you want to do, talk about her or fuck her?"

  "Fuck her!" Tony chortled.

  I sensed his knob against my anal ring, pushing, forcing its way past my tightening sphincter muscles. Suddenly, he gasped, I gasped - he was in. His shaft slipped deeper into my rectal duct, opening me, defiling me. Anal sex, crude sex - filthy sex. But this was my husband! How could he do this? An unknown girl, her sex ducts crudely on offer, and he'd thought nothing of forcing his cock deep into her arsehole!

  "Christ, she's tight bitch!" Tony cried, withdrawing his solid organ and thrusting into me again, his balls slapping my ballooning cunt lips, his pubic hair tickling my sensitive sex flesh. "There's nothing like a quick fuck on the side!"

  "What Helen would say, I can't imagine!" Gary laughed, bastard that he was. I'd kill him!

  "I can! She'd go bloody mental!"

  "Still, she'll never know, will she?"

  "Never!"

  Tony arse-fucked me with a vengeance, thrusting his cock in and out of my bottom-hole until his knob swelled and his sperm gushed. I'd committed adultery out of necessity; he was doing it out of sexual greed, lust. And he'd had the nerve to tell me that I'd changed! If anyone had changed, then... had he changed? No, he must have always been like this, fucking any girl who offered him her body, her arsehole, for his debased pleasure. Were all men like this? Yes, I concluded.

  Tony's behaviour put things in a different perspective, to put it mildly! Suzie would have had no problem seducing the adulterous bastard! Adultery, a wrecked marriage... Or was it wrecked? Tony didn't know about my exploits, and he didn't know that I knew about his. As he finished fucking me, pumping the last of his spunk deep into my bowels, I decided to compile a dossier of his debauchery. No doubt he'd visit the prison cell and screw me again. If I ever had the need to confront him, he'd wonder how I knew every detail of his adulterous behaviour. A dossier? No, I'd blackmail him; threaten to tell his loving wife unless he paid up.

  My addiction had brought things to light about myself that I'd never have otherwise discovered. It had also brought things to light about Tony! What the hell had he got up to in Paris? And as for letting him loose in Tokyo! I sensed anger welling up. Where was this path leading me? What other horrendous revelations were lying in wait? Was it all meant to be? God moves in mysterious ways, so they say. Perhaps my addiction was all part of a great plan to have me discover the real Tony, and the real me. Satan moves in mysterious ways.

  "Christ, she's tight!" Tony gasped as he slid his cock out of my bloated arsehole. "I'll have to call round more often!"

  "Any time!" Gary chuckled. "Here, let me have a go at her arse while you clean up ready to fuck her wet cunt."

  Another solid knob pressing against my inflamed, sperm-dripping anus, I grimaced as he pushed, driving his cock deep into my bowels. "This is fun, Helen," he whispered as Tony left the room. "I'll bet you never thought your husband would be in our little den fucking your tight arsehole."

  In my silence, I closed my eyes as the second penis thrust in and out of my inflamed rectum. They were both vile perverts, all men were vile perverts - but I needed them. What was I? I wondered as Gary's balls slapped my swollen vaginal lips. I was caught up in a web of lies, deceit, filth - I was a wanton whore.

  How could Tony face me after committing his adulterous act of anal sex? What sort of man was he, and how long had he been fucking other women? He'd been disgusted when I'd asked him about anal intercourse. Was the vile act something he only did with prostitutes? Perhaps he'd enjoy fucking Lydia's arsehole while I watched. I'd tentatively question him later.

  "God, you're good!" Gary cried as his quickened his rhythm. "Ah, ah! I'm coming!" His spunk filling me, mingling with my husband's orgasmic spend, he drove into me with a vengeance. "Your arse is fucking beautiful!" he gasped. "God, look at your brown ring stretched around my cock!" The male words of perversion battered my tormented mind.

  He finished his thrusting, draining his swinging balls, gasping his vile expletives to humiliate and degrade me. My body trembling as he withdrew his spent penis, I stifled my gasps, praying that Tony wouldn't discover my identity as he entered the room chuckling, making lewd comments about my swollen cunt lips.

  "Right, here it comes!" he cried, forcing his erect penis deep into my vagina. Fucking me, using and abusing me, his second orgasm came quickly. I sensed sperm oozing from my bottom-hole, running over my taut outer cunt lips, lubricating his cock as he fucked my cunt. When I didn't need a fix, I was awash with the drug, my holes brimming with spunk. And yet, when I was desperate...

  "Ah!" he gasped, his belly slapping my buttocks. "Ah, God!" Pumping his spunk into my tightening vagina, he finally withdrew his penis, leaving me quivering, perspiring in the darkness of the box. "Give her one up
her cunt!" Tony chuckled. "She's been well and truly fucked and spunked!" Was this really my loving husband? Sadly, yes.

  Gary drove his solid penis deep into my spunk-drenched cunt, ramming his knob in and out, jolting my aching body. Quickly reaching his second climax, he slapped my buttocks with the palm of his hand as he drove his cock into me, battering my cervix. My sex holes brimming with spunk, sore and inflamed, I'd had enough. All I wanted to do was go home and sink into a hot bath, wash away the evidence of my obscene acts.

  As Gary withdrew his huge cock, I prayed that my ordeal was over. I did know what to do about Tony, our relationship, our marriage. I pondered on blackmail as the men left the room. Write a blackmail note to Tony telling him that he was seen through the window, his adultery witnessed. I had to hurt him, punish him for his cruel and wicked adultery.

  Returning to the cell and opening the box, Gary grinned as he gazed at me. "Two good arse-fucks and two cunt-fucks!" he chuckled. "God, Tony really enjoyed himself!"

  "Will you please let me go now?" I murmured.

  There were no tears, I was beyond crying. But I hadn't had my fix, I was beginning to panic. I'd scoop the sperm out of my inflamed vagina and lick the drug from my fingers.

  "Please, Gary, I want to go home."

  "Yes, you go home to your loving husband! He'll be waiting for you!" he laughed, unbuckling the leather strap and helping me out of the box. "I'll see you tomorrow."

  "No, you'll never see me again."

  "I'll see you tomorrow, slut, or I'll tell Tony all about you. OK, off you go to your faithful husband."

  Leaving Gary's house, staggering down the lane, I prayed for Tony to be in the bathroom, washing away the evidence of his corruption. I needed time to clean myself up, time to think before I faced him. Panic gripped me, my heart palpitating. Lifting my skirt and scooping spunk from my dripping pussy hole, I sucked my fingers, at last taking the drug. Again and again I scooped out the blend of sperm and pussy juice, licking my sticky fingers, waiting for serenity to bathe me.

  I suddenly had an idea as I slipped in through the front door - a wicked idea that would leave Tony cringing. He was in the bathroom, thank God. I went to the kitchen and wiped up the spunk running down my inner thighs with a piece of kitchen roll, pondering on my plan. My cunt dripping with male come, my arsehole oozing, I needed orgasm, my candle thrusting in and out of my yearning sex hole, my fingers massaging pleasure from my solid clitoris. Later, I decided, later I'd masturbate - long, undisturbed masturbation.

  I sat in the lounge watching television in my innocence, my juices mingling with spunk, oozing from my hot cunt hole as I formulated my wicked plan. Tony eventually entered the room, his face grinning - guilty.

  "Hi," he said, leaning over and kissing the top of my head. "Where have you been?"

  In a wooden box. "Working," I replied. Prostituting myself.

  "You weren't here when I got back just now."

  "I was in the garden. Tony, I had a worrying phone call while you were out."

  "Oh, yes?"

  "Where did you go?"

  "I... I went over to Gary's house."

  I twisted my long blonde hair round my fingers, trying to appear nervous, distressed. "A man phoned and said that he'd seen you through the window."

  He frowned and rubbed his chin. "Which window?"

  "At Gary's place. He said that you were with Gary, and you were both..."

  "What is it, Helen? What did he say?"

  "He said that he'd seen you with a girl."

  "What? With a girl?"

  Obviously stunned, he held his hand to his mouth. I was revelling in the game, delighting in his predicament. He'd obviously try to convince me that there was no girl at Gary's place, but he knew he'd been seen, and would wonder who it was, what they'd do next. I sensed wickedness.

  "Apparently, the girl was in a wooden box with her... her bum sticking out through a hole," I said softly, forcing a tear.

  "I think someone's having you on!" he laughed nervously. "A girl in a wooden box?"

  "That's what he said. You wouldn't get up to anything behind my back, would you?"

  "Of course not, Helen! Good grief, I..."

  "Have you ever had anal sex, Tony?"

  "Never! The very thought..."

  "He said that you and Gary had anal sex with the girl, took it in turns to..."

  "Look, this is bloody ridiculous! Why don't you ring Gary and ask him?"

  "He'd hardly tell me if it was true!"

  "No, I suppose not. As I said, it was someone having you on. I can't think who, though. Probably a crank who's got nothing better to do. I'll make some coffee, would you like some?"

  "Yes, thanks."

  Moving to the door as Tony left the room, I listened. He rang Gary on his mobile, as I'd thought he would. Creeping down the hall, I stood by the kitchen door, wondering what Gary was thinking as Tony told him the news. My cunt oozed with spunk, my inner thighs sticky with male come.

  "Someone must have been at the window!" Tony whispered urgently. "Christ, Helen was told everything, the girl, the box, the arse-fucking... What do you mean, don't worry about it? If she finds out that... what? You met her sister? Helen hasn't got a sister. When, where? There must be some mistake, Gary. I'd know if Helen had a sister, wouldn't I? Yes, all right. Look, I'd better go. Yes, I'll do that. See you tomorrow."

  Hurrying back to the longue, I waited for Tony, my stomach somersaulting as the game became more intense, exciting. I still didn't know what I was doing. Telling Gary that Helen had a sister, that she used to be on the game and she had a child... I hadn't got a clue what I was doing! But I was enjoying every minute of it, although Tony's adultery hurt somewhere deep inside. Did I still love him? I didn't know, I imagined not.

  "I rang Gary," Tony said as he brought the coffee in. "He said that he'd met your sister."

  I frowned as I looked up at him. "My sister?" I echoed, surprised.

  "Yes, I told him that you haven't got a sister. He reckons he met her here, in our house."

  "He must be mad!" I giggled. "He hasn't been here, let alone met my nonexistent sister!"

  I felt elation. Tony was now thinking that Gary was mad, Gary would be thinking that he'd put the frighteners on me, and I was loving it! As the phone rang, I grabbed the phone before Tony could get to it. I couldn't have planned it better myself, it was Gary, coming out with his blackmail, threatening to ring Tony and tell him about my past unless I went over to his house the following evening.

  "No, I won't be able to make it," I replied.

  "You'll make it or I'll tell..."

  "I'm sorry, but I'm completely booked up."

  "Helen, I mean it, unless you turn up tomorrow, I'll..."

  "Someone was watching," I whispered, glancing at Tony.

  "You're playing a dangerous game, my girl! Making out that there was someone at the window was stupid."

  "It's true."

  "Don't talk bollocks, you stupid slag! You get yourself over here tomorrow evening or I'll..."

  "Yes, so you said. Look, I'm terrible sorry but I'll be tied up."

  "You'll be tied up all right, you filthy bitch!"

  "Yes, of course. I might be able to fit you in next month, I'm not sure."

  "Helen, I..."

  "Yes, I will. Thanks for calling, goodbye."

  Replacing the receiver, I turned to Tony and grinned. "Someone wanting a portrait," I said nonchalantly.

  "Oh, right. I wonder why Gary said that he'd met your sister?"

  "I really have no idea. Perhaps he's been drinking."

  "No, we only had coffee."

  "It sounds as if he's trying to cause trouble. Wait a minute, I wonder whether it was Gary who called and told me about you and the girl?"

  "Gary? Why would he do that?"

  "I don't know, Tony. Why say that he'd met my sister? I reckon he wants to cause trouble, but I can think why, can you?"

  "No, no I can't."

  Tony was
obviously deep in thought as he sat in the armchair sipping his coffee. The game was going well, Tony now thought that Gary was trying to drop him in it. He'd confront Gary and Gary would reveal more about me, my sordid past. I suddenly had another idea, a wicked idea.

  "Come to think of it, I saw Gary in the lane the other day and he said..." I broke off, giving Tony time to worry, to sweat. "Oh, never mind." Tony rubbed his forehead, he looked anguished.

  "What? What did he say?" he asked concernedly.

  "I'd seen a girl go into Gary's house so I asked him who she was. He said that she'd gone to see him about a wooden box. I thought I'd misheard him and..."

  "A box? What are you talking about?"

  "I don't know, perhaps it was a piece of furniture or something - an ottoman. It's strange that someone rang mentioning a wooden box."

  "Helen..."

  "Hang on, I'm trying to remember what else... Oh, yes, he said that he'd be happy to have me over for the odd evening while you're working away. It's funny, he kept looking me up and down, scrutinising me."

  "Helen, I don't want you visiting Gary while I'm away."

  "Why ever not? He's our neighbour, he's only being friendly. He's a decent man, Tony, he wouldn't... well, you know, try anything."

  "No, but..."

  "He said something about his special room. I think he was talking about his study because he was on about leather..."

  "Helen, you mustn't see Gary. He lives alone, he probably... It's best not to go to his place, not on your own, anyway."

  I decided to leave Tony to fret for a while. He'd obviously ring Gary and try to work out what was going on. But Gary couldn't tell the truth, he'd lie, adding to Tony's confusion. I had plans to make, stories to concoct.

  "I'm going up for a bath," I smiled, rising to my feet. To wash the spunk from my cunt - your spunk!