Naked Lies (22 page)

"Jane, it's
Den," the bastard drawled as I lifted the receiver. "I see Mat's
gone to work."

"Yes, I'm
going to ring him in an hour or so to make sure he's there and
then..."

"I want your
cunt now. Ring his mobile number."

"No, I want to
make sure that he's at the office before... Oh, there's the
doorbell," I lied.

"Who is
it?"

"It's none of
your business. I'll call you later."

Hanging up, I
knew that Mat would have been listening to his accomplice's crude
demands, rather than spying out of his window. The pathetic pair
would be wondering who my mysterious visitor was, but they'd never
find out. Putting myself in their shoes, I tried to work out what
I'd do. If Mat went to get his car and came home, pretending that
he'd forgotten something... I was right. Within ten minutes the
predictable prat had pulled up in the drive. Leaping upstairs, I
locked myself in the bathroom and turned the shower on.

"Jane, are you
in there?" he called, tapping on the door in his desperation to
discover the identity of my phantom visitor.

"I'm having a
shower!" I yelled back. "What are you doing home?"

"Can I come
in? I want to talk to you."

"You'll have
to wait, Mat!"

I made him
wait for ten minutes before emerging with a towel wrapped around
me, my hair sopping wet. He was standing on the landing, his brown
eyes frowning. He was lost on a sea of suspicion, floundering,
trying desperately to discover what I was up to.

"What are you
doing here?" I asked as he sidled into the bathroom, obviously
looking for Lisa or a male lover.

"I forgot
something," he said lamely, following me into the bedroom.

He searched
the house as I dressed, making out that he couldn't find his credit
card. Brushing my hair as I entered the kitchen, I saw him
wandering around the garden. He was obviously perplexed as he
returned to the house, wondering who on earth my visitor was, and
where they were hiding.

"You're going
to be very late," I remarked.

"It's OK, I
phoned in. Has anyone been to see you this morning?"

"No, why?"

"I just
wondered."

"Lisa's coming
round later, as I told you last night."

"She's going
out with Den!" he sighed.

"Mat, she rang
me twenty minutes ago, she's coming round at eleven."

"I don't
understand. Den was adamant that..."

"It doesn't
matter, there's nothing to understand. If she doesn't turn up,
that's fine, if she does, then... I don't know why you're making
such a big thing about Lisa."

"I'm not, it's
just that it seems odd."

"You seem odd,
Mat. You were going on about Lisa last night, and now you're
harping on about her this morning! All she's doing is coming round
for a chat. Perhaps she's changed her mind about going out with
Den. What does it matter, anyway? Besides, it's really none of our
business. Hadn't you better go to work?"

"There's no
rush. I'll make some coffee, would you like some?"

"No, I'm going
to sit in the sun to dry my hair."

Contemplating
on a patio chair, I still had no idea what my long-term plans were.
I'd play my games for a while, confuse the rats to the point where
they thought they were going insane. But then what? I'd have
mysterious visitors and phone calls, feed Den and Lisa false
information and cause mayhem. But long-term?

Mat was
deliberately hanging around, sitting in the kitchen drinking
coffee, almost visibly trying to work out what I could have done
with my visitor. And Den would be pacing the floor, wondering what
the hell was going on. All I had to do was relax beneath the summer
sun. I had all day - there was no rush.

"Aren't you
going into the office?" I asked as Mat finally emerged peevishly
from the house.

"Are you
trying to get rid of me?"

"No, of course
I'm not!" I chuckled.

"I'll be going
soon."

"Are you OK,
Mat? You seem like a cat on hot bricks. What are you waiting
for?"

"Nothing,
nothing. I've got a lot on my mind, that's all."

"Something's
wrong, I know. You're always coming home during the day. There was
a time when I never saw you between eight in the morning and seven
at night, and now you're always calling in."

"I have some
local clients."

"Look at you
now, hanging around as if you have the day off. Is everything OK at
the office?"

"Yes,
everything's fine."

"What's this
thing you've got with Den?"

"What do you
mean?"

"You're either
going to see him, or he comes here to see you. What's going
on?"

"Nothing's
going on!" he laughed. "Den's been helping me with some financial
matters, that's all. Well, I suppose I'd better make a move. I'll
see you this evening."

As he
reluctantly left, I knew that I'd won yet another round. But how
many rounds were there? What was the ultimate goal? I was winning a
game that had no prize. What was the point in playing? There was no
point, but I had no other choice, I decided. If I confronted Mat,
the marriage would be over. There again, if I kept quiet, the
marriage was over!

Retreating
into the house, I closed and locked the back door and rang Lisa. I
wanted to find out where she lived. It was one thing making out
that she was coming to see me, but if I were to tell Mat that I'd
been to see her it would really upset the hornets' nest! I had to
discover her address to substantiate my lies.

"Oh, Jane,"
she said, a hint of anger in her voice.

"How are you?"
I asked, installing myself on the sofa.

"Den's just
phoned again. He wants to know why I'm going to see you at eleven
o'clock this morning."

"Not again!
You're not coming here at eleven, or any other time today."

"I know that,
but he insists that you told him..."

"Look, we need
to talk. You'd better not come here because Den might see you. How
about me coming round to your place? I can come now if..."

"No, I'll be
out until twelve."

"Oh, I see.
Look, give me your address and I might call round this
afternoon."

"OK. D'you
know the electrical shop in the high street?"

"Yes, I
do."

"It's the flat
above the shop, thirty-seven A."

"Right, I'll
ring before I come round, just to make sure you're in."

"I should be
in all afternoon."

"OK, see you
later."

I had no
intention of visiting Lisa but, knowing her address, I could tell
Mat that I'd done so and he'd tell Den. My plan was somewhat
precarious, but it would serve to fire suspicion. Lisa would deny
that I'd been to see her, Den would accuse her of lying, Mat would
wonder whether I was telling the truth... A precarious plan, but
the best I could come up with.

After
breakfast, I mooched about the house wondering what to do. My
clitoris stirred for the first time that day, and I pondered on
masturbation. What with Mat home for the weekend, and the
horrendous things I'd discovered, I'd not had an orgasm since
Friday.

I rang Mat's
office, hoping that he'd arrived. If I was going to enjoy the brass
door knob, I didn't want him prowling about, lurking, spying. "He's
on the other line," his secretary announced. My vagina tightening,
wetting, I hung up and slipped my drenched panties off. Rivers of
cunt milk flowed down my thighs, meandering, seeking.

"Ah, I see
you're preparing for me!" Den chuckled, leaning in the doorway.

"How the...
Get out!" I screamed.

"What about
our deal? Mat's at work, you've taken your knickers off, I'm ready
and waiting, so..."

"Get out!"

"Who came to
see you this morning?"

"It's none of
your business."

"Jane, I have
your mother's address. The evidence is in my car, I'm about to
drive over to her house."

"The man I'm
leaving Mat for... He came to see me, if you must know."

"I saw Mat
come back, I'm surprised he didn't catch you with your knickers
down."

"As Mat came
in the front door, he went out of the back and slipped round the
side of the house. Mat didn't see him."

"Right, you've
had your fun, played your games, spread your lies about Lisa - and
now you're going to do exactly as I say."

"I told you,
it's over."

"Right, I'll
be at your mother's within the hour."

My mother!
That was the only hold he had on me And it was a hold so tight that
I couldn't wriggle out of it. At least Mat was at the office -
whatever I did with Den, I knew that he wouldn't be watching. Den
would tell him, of course, but I'd confuse the issue by saying that
I'd been to see Carole and then Lisa - that I'd been out all day.
Den would insist that I was lying and Mat wouldn't know who or what
to believe.

"There's no
need to go to my mother's," I finally sighed, realizing that I was
more than ever Den's slave. "What do you want me to do?"

"That's more
like it!" he beamed triumphantly. "Before we start, admit that
you've been lying about Lisa."

"I haven't
been lying. She came here before the weekend, and she was coming
here this morning. She phoned just before you arrived and
cancelled."

"I don't
believe you."

"I can't help
that, Den."

"When are you
supposed to be seeing her again?"

"I was going
to her place this afternoon, but I don't know whether I'll have the
time."

"You don't
know where she lives."

"Above the
electrical shop in the high street. I've been there before."

"Describe her
flat."

"No, why
should I? I don't have to prove anything to you, or anyone else,
for that matter."

"Jane, I'm
warning you..."

He broke off
as the phone rang. Lifting the receiver, I was relieved to hear
Carole's voice. Perhaps I had a chance to get rid of Den, I mused,
an abstract plan coming to mind as Carole enquired how I was.

"Yes, the
coast's clear," I said softly, huskily. "No, Mat searched the house
but found nothing." Twigging that I had some kind of problem,
Carole allowed me to ramble on uninterrupted. "Oh, I'd love to!" I
trilled as Den sat on the sofa, lapping it up. "He's gone to work
so we'll have plenty of time together. Five minutes? That's great.
Yes, I'll look forward to it. You know I do, silly. Yes, very much.
All right, bye."

Replacing the
receiver, I grabbed my panties from the floor and tugged them up my
sticky legs. Den rose to his feet, his expression pained as I
donned a victorious grin.

"Who was
that?" he finally asked.

"My friend,
the one I'm leaving Mat for," I replied excitedly.

"He's coming
here now?"

"Five
minutes."

"You should
have put him off. You'll regret this."

"I couldn't
put him off. He's in his car on his mobile, just five minutes away.
He's been waiting until Mat was out of the way."

"I'll be back
later to..."

"Give me at
least two hours and then..."

"And then
you'll do everything I ask."

"Yes, all
right. I don't want my mother to know about... I'm leaving Mat and
I don't want my plans disrupted. I'll do whatever you want."

"I'm glad
you've seen sense at long last. I'll be back in two hours."

Two hours. I
had time to think, to plan. As the front door closed, I realized
that I should have put the latch up to keep Den out. I never learn
from my mistakes. What would the bastard do now? I pondered. Would
he ring Mat to tell him that he was back in business? Or would he
keep his sordid secret and only visit me for sex when Mat was
working? What would Mat do if he thought that the fun and games
were over? Whatever happened, what would I do?

Like a
restless animal, I roamed the house trying to work out what to do
about my mother, what to say should she lay eyes on the
incriminating evidence. There'd be nothing to say, no explanation.
Our relationship would be ruined.

As I paced the
lounge floor, a thought suddenly rose from the rubble of my wrecked
mind. Putting myself in Den's shoes, I realized that he wouldn't
send her the video tape and photographs. It was pretty obvious that
she'd go mad and not only confront me but tell Mat of my debauched
ways. That would be that - marriage over.

Neither Mat
nor Den would have anything to gain by revealing the truth to my
mother. I was sure that Mat's motive wasn't to end the marriage. He
just wanted to get his kicks by watching me being sexually used, by
fucking my bottom-hole while I was bound and blindfolded, by having
me suck him to orgasm through the hole in the fence.

At last I was
in a position to put an end to it. But, in my continuing confusion,
I didn't know what I wanted. On the one hand I could enjoy my body
to the full, indulge in rampant sex sessions with both Den and
Lisa... But what sort of marriage would I have if I allowed the
games to continue? A marriage based on lies, deceit and adultery.
On the other hand, I could leave Mat, set up home in a flat
somewhere. Having lived in a nice house with a beautiful garden, I
wasn't sure that I could survive in a flat. Besides, this was my
house. Should I throw Mat out? No, he'd never leave.

Was I a
nymphomaniac? I wondered for the umpteenth time as I recalled Lisa
in my bed, her glorious nakedness crowning mine. Whatever I was,
the time was rapidly approaching for me to make my mind up. But,
for now, I thought it best to play it by ear rather than come to
any rash decision.

The latch up,
I didn't answer the door to Den. He rattled and shouted through the
letterbox, hammered on the back door in his desperation to get to
my naked body, but I ignored him. I desperately needed sex, orgasm,
and I wondered what to do as my clitoris swelled and pulsated
between my ballooning love lips. Cut off my nose to spite my face?
I'd cut off the sex to spite Mat and Den and left myself out in the
cold. I didn't like dilemmas.