by Ray Gordon
My heart was in my mouth as I rang on his doorbell, imagining him dragging me inside and... And what? I felt as if I was going crazy as I waited for him to answer. I was going crazy! My life in ruins, my marriage on the line... What the hell was going on?
"Ah, I thought you might pay me a visit," Den smiled, displaying a perfect row of white teeth as he opened the door. "You'd better step inside."
"That's what the spider said to the fly," I murmured pensively as I walked into his hall, into his lair.
"Step into my parlour!" he chuckled.
"I'm here to talk, Den, not to..."
"I know why you're here. Come into the lounge."
Following him as he closed the front door, I felt my stomach sink. Another grave mistake, I knew, as I entered the lounge to confront several framed prints of the lewd magazine photographs adorning the walls. Noticing one of my suspender belts strewn over the back of an armchair, I realized that he'd become obsessed with me.
"You need help," I remarked as he waved at the sofa, indicating for me to sit down. I was the one who needed help!
"I don't need any help," he laughed. "I'm more than capable of..."
"You're besotted, obsessed."
"Obsessed?"
"The photographs, my suspender belt, my panties... Where's my dressing gown?"
"It's safe enough. It smells of your body, Jane - a sexy smell."
"You're a pervert."
"Am I?"
"There's no other word for it."
"I'm glad you came round because I want to look at your cunt again."
"That's not what I'm here for!" I returned, my hands trembling. What was I there for?
"I've decided to show Mat the photographs and give him a copy of the tape."
"Why?"
"Because things aren't going according to plan. You keep resisting, arguing with me and..."
"I did as you asked."
"I was only touching you, stroking your cunt, and you yelled at me. No, I don't like the way things are working out, so I'll show Mat."
I should have known that there could never be a limit - that he'd push me further, make ever more demands of me. He was debased, deviant - desperate. To even contemplate being able to reason with such a man was ludicrous. There was no reasoning. In my crass stupidity, I was now standing in his lounge, defenceless, vulnerable, once again at his mercy. The spider and the fly.
"I have a friend coming round, I'd better get back," I said, moving cautiously towards the door.
"I'd like to watch Mat fucking you."
"You're pathetic!"
"When did he last push his cock into your tight cunt and spunk up you?"
"I'm going, Den. There's no point in..."
"The photographs, tape, your dressing gown, suspender belts, panties... I wouldn't like to be in your shoes when Mat sees that dirty little package!"
I was lost, defeated. Den's hold over me was increasing by the day. What to do? Either I put an end to the horror there and then or... do as he asked and live the rest of my life lying to Mat. But I couldn't enjoy a happy marriage and have a secret relationship on the side. If Mat were to discover the evidence of my debauchery, my marriage would be over. There again, if I offered my body to Den, what sort of marriage would I have left? Either way, I was a loser.
"Strip off and I'll give you the tape," Den leered.
"No, I..."
"Don't you want the tape?"
"Yes, of course I do!"
"Then strip off."
Twice before I'd allowed Den to see me naked and, this time, for some reason, the thought wasn't so bad. But he'd touch me, and I didn't want that. Touching, seeking, violating. It was one thing looking, another touching - the difference between adultery and... And what?
I stripped quickly, almost automatically, tossing my clothes onto the sofa and standing naked before him. Carole would arrive soon, I thought in my nudity. I had to get this over with as quickly as possible and go home.
Gazing at me, his dark eyes focused on my pussy, scrutinizing me there. Was this all he wanted? Did he want only to look at me, to admire my naked body? I was a fool to wonder what he wanted!
"Pull your cunt lips apart," he ordered me crudely. I did as he asked, my fingers seemingly moving without conscious effort, stretching my outer, voluptuous sex-pads wide apart, exposing my once secret inner flesh to his widening eyes. Guilt enveloped me as I held my humiliating pose, but I had no choice. I was only displaying my naked body, my inner sex folds, I tried to console myself. All women were the same the world over - there was nothing unique about me. Nakedness is chaste, the inner voice whispered. But this wasn't!
"You're wet," Den grinned, kneeling before me and examining my sexual centre. "I'm going to push my finger into your cunt."
"No!" I protested, releasing my outer lips, veiling the entrance to my vagina.
"Do you want the tape or not?"
"Yes, but..."
"But what?"
It was only his finger, I reflected numbly. First his finger would enter me, and then his... I glanced at the mantlepiece clock and thought of Carole. My mind riddled with confusion, I decided to allow Den to commit the degrading act. Once he'd had his way, I'd be free to go home with the tape. The tape? The notion was crazy! I knew he wouldn't hand the tape over in a million years. Just one finger, the inner voice urged me. Just one finger in the pie!
"All right," I sighed lamely, closing my eyes as I hung my head. "Just your finger." He glided into my vagina with ease, massaging my soft inner flesh, inducing my sex milk to flow. Did I feel arousal? Bewildered, befuddled, I didn't know what I felt as he trespassed deeper into my sex duct, my sanctum.
This was one step further, one step nearer to... His hot breath warming my vaginal lips, his wet tongue licking my gaping sex valley, I shuddered. Pulling my outer lips up and apart, he licked the sensitive tip of my exposed clitoris, sending electrifying sensations through my quivering pelvis. The lapping sounds of lust haunting me, I tried to scream, to speak, to tell him to stop, but the words wouldn't come. Paralysed with guilt, with confusion, with latent lust, I couldn't move, pull away from my predator as he sucked my clitoris into his hot mouth.
Breathing deeply, I was shocked as my sex nub swelled and pulsated in response to his sweeping tongue, his caressing tongue. How could I allow another man to perform such an intimate act, to lick between my vaginal lips? Mat... Poor Mat! But he'd never know of his wife's whorish behaviour! He'd never discover the sordid truth.
"God!" I breathed involuntarily as my clitoris pulsated and my vagina tightened around his pistoning finger. The birth of my orgasm stirring within my quivering womb, I knew I was going to come. Though I desperately tried to hold back, to deny the incredible sensations permeating my trembling body, my climax suddenly welled, erupting within my solid clitoris as he repeatedly licked me there.
My legs sagging, I clung to his head as he sustained my wonderful apex. My body trembled with pleasure, my mind swirling with guilt as he thrust a second finger into my drenched vagina, stretching my sensitive inner flesh. His saliva and my pussy juice mingling, running in rivers down my inner thighs as waves of pure sexual ecstasy rolled though my shuddering body, I had never experienced an orgasm of such power and duration.
The intense pulses surging through my reeling body, he thrust a third finger into my tightening vagina, adding to my adulterous pleasure. Barely able to stand as he licked and fingered me, I gripped his head harder, grinding my open vulva into his face, maintaining my mind-blowing climax. My knees bent, my thighs parted, I thought I was going to pass out as my clitoris swelled and throbbed and my vagina bubbled and spewed out its creamy thanksgiving. Mat! What was I doing to Mat?
At last, the incredible sensations finally began to subside and I looked down at Den, his dark mop of hair, his lapping tongue, wondering at my adulterous act. Adultery. The word battered my racked mind, torturing me as Den told me what a nice cunt I had. Cunt. A crude word, befitting a crude wom
an like me.
As Den slipped his fingers out of my dripping vagina and stood before me, I averted my eyes. Embarrassed, shamed, I couldn't look him in the face. Grabbing my skirt and panties, I just wanted to go home, to put the lewd act behind me and forget it. But pulling my panties up to conceal my adulterous cunt, I knew I could never forget. Never in a million years could I forget my adultery.
"You're not going, are you?" Den asked, his jeans bulging.
"Yes," I replied, my vaginal juices soaking my panties.
"I haven't fucked you, yet."
"You're not going to."
"But I thought you wanted the tape?"
"I've allowed you to... Just give me the bloody tape and let me get out of here!" I snapped, buttoning my blouse.
"No fuck, no tape," he grinned wickedly.
Drifting dreamlike down the hall to the front door, I knew he'd have a hold on me forever. The hot sun warmed me as I emerged from the relative coolness of his house and I took a deep breath before walking the few yards home. The marital home, I mused sadly as I opened the front door. The broken marital home.
To my horror, another envelope was lying on the mat. Tearing it open, I cringed. "Now douche your cunt," I read aloud. It wasn't from Den, I was sure. But who else knew what I'd done? Had someone been spying through the window? No one knew. Someone knows.
Screwing the letter up, I tossed it into the kitchen bin. My mind reeling, I couldn't face Carole and decided to pretend that I was out. After my illicit orgasm, my wanton adultery, I couldn't face myself, let alone Carole! But I had to face myself, face up to reality. There was no point in dwelling on the obscene act I'd allowed Den to perform on my naked body. I had to move on. But, in my heart of hearts, I knew that wasn't possible.
My mind swirling with a thousand thoughts as I wandered into the lounge and flopped onto the sofa, I became aware of my drenched panties. A stark reminder of my infidelity, I reflected. But there would be stark reminders daily. Living next door to my partner in adultery, I would never be able to forget my sex crime. Would cruel notes arrive daily?
My cunt had been eternally violated, my marriage vows shattered. "Cunt," I breathed, in awe of the powerful expletive. The crude word had never passed my lips before, not even in anger. But now? "Cunt," I murmured again, strangely mesmerised by the term.
Leaping to my feet as the doorbell rang, I dashed out of the room and hid in the kitchen. Was I hiding from Carole, or from myself? I wondered as the bell rang out again. I couldn't hide from myself, from reality. As Carole persisted, I realized with horror that my hand was up my skirt, toying with my sex lips through my wet panties - playing with my cunt.
"God!" I whispered, wondering what on earth I was doing as I pulled my hand away from my soaked knickers. My clitoris swelling, my vaginal muscles contracted as images of Den fingering and licking me buffeted my mind. It seemed that the forbidden carnal experience had transformed me - I was sexually aware as never before. Was the digression permanent? I wondered, allowing my hand to slip up my skirt again, my fingers yanking my wet panties aside to explore my yearning inner lips. Had the illicit experience roused a sleeping passion?
As Carole had obviously given up, I pulled my saturated panties off and tossed them onto the kitchen table. I needed to come again, I knew, as my clitoris throbbed expectantly. I'd not masturbated since my teens, but now I craved the relief of orgasm so much that I couldn't resist the temptation to massage my pleasure bud and satisfy my urgent desire.
In the lounge, I sat in Mat's armchair and pulled my short skirt up over my stomach. I was wet, very wet, I observed, parting my outer lips and scrutinizing my blushing sex flesh, my vaginal entrance. Hanging my legs over the arms of the chair, my cunt opening wide, I focused on my yawning vulva.
Never before had I examined myself there, my clitoris snugly canopied beneath the exquisite fusion of soft labia, the wet flesh surrounding my sex portal. Painfully stretching my outer sex pads, I gazed at the intricate folds of my inner lips, the glistening flesh forming a cone around my open hole.
Massaging my erect rosebud, breathing deeply as the wonderful sensations permeated my contracting womb, I reclined in the chair. Never in my life had I needed to come so much. Was it the thought of Den fingering and licking me to orgasm that had caused my libido to soar? I didn't know what it was as my flowering bud threatened to burst beneath my vibrating fingertips.
Something within me had stirred, roused like a sleeping monster deep within my subconscious. Whatever had happened to me, I felt alive with sex, exhilarated, as waves of ecstasy emanated from my clitoris and rolled through my trembling body. My cunt had been rudely stimulated, shaken - roused from its customary inertia.
My head lolling to one side as I masturbated, my glazed gaze caught the fruit bowl on the nearby coffee table. Grabbing a large banana, my vagina aching, rhythmically contracting, I ripped the peel from the fruit and pressed the end against the wet flesh surrounding my open hole. I'd never slipped anything into my cunt before, not even a finger. For a rational moment I hesitated, wondering at my wanton behaviour.
My hand trembling as my arousal mounted, I was finally driven to plunge the fruit deep into my tight sex duct, gasping as my hot cunt tightened. The phallus cooling my inner flesh, I closed my eyes, revelling in the wonderful sensations. Imagining a solid penis inside me, I thrust the banana in and out of my drenched pussy as I massaged my nub with my free hand, the incredible sensations driving me wild as I arched my back and whimpered in my rising pleasure.
My lust juices running down between my buttocks, trickling over my secret anal portal, I increased my rhythm, pistoning the banana in and out of my burning cunt as I vigorously massaged my pulsating clitoris. My climax nearing, I felt my sensitive nipples stiffen and I pictured Den sucking my areolae into his hot mouth, gently nibbling my erect breast buds.
My unscrupulous neighbour had turned my life upside - held my marriage to ransom with his obscene blackmailing. At least I'd discovered my sexuality! I thought gratifyingly as my vagina embraced the pistoning banana, sending electrifying tingles marauding through my trembling frame. But at what price?
Again, I promised myself never to allow Den to ogle my naked body, let alone finger my cunt, lick my clitoris and take me to orgasm. What I'd done was vulgar, deceitful and degrading in the extreme. Faith had been broken, my marriage vows tossed on the wind of lust, my body defiled. It was a terrible price to pay for relearning the fine art of masturbation, rediscovering my sexuality.
But the bill was settled, I'd paid, and could now relax and enjoy the appetizing spread before me. Whatever happened now, I had my cunt, my clitoris, to bring me pleasure. Whether in my bed or in the lounge, I could masturbate, bring out wondrous orgasms. I didn't need Den... Did I need Mat?
As my orgasm welled, my breathing heavy, my vagina pulping the pistoning banana, I cried out in my insurmountable pleasure. My clitoris solid, transmitting electrifying pulses of sex deep into my contracting womb, I felt as if I was possessed by carnality itself. A deep sense of wickedness gripped me, crushing my mind as my climax peaked.
My entire body quivering, my aroused nipples aching as my orgasm rolled on, images of Den watching me masturbate loomed in my mind. Lurking outside, spying through the window as I thrust the banana in and out of my beautiful cunt, his penis erect, I pictured him watching my most intimate act.
Did I want him to watch me masturbate? The notion excited me, yet frightened me. My thoughts were drifting way off course. As my climax began to subside, the last waves of orgasm rippling through my sated body, I wondered what I was becoming. Bending over and showing Den my vaginal lips, my legs over the arms of the chair, a banana stuffed up my cunt as I frigged...Into what creature was I metamorphosing? On what foreign course was I set?
I remembered Jane, the faithful, innocent, loving wife. Where was she? Was she locked inside my mind, screaming for freedom? Or forever banished? Slowing my clitoral massaging, my vaginal thrusting, I sighed as w
armth and serenity bathed me. Wherever Jane was, whoever I'd become, it didn't matter as I lay with my legs spread, my abused cunt burning. Was it too late to turn back, to rediscover the old me? As I scooped the pulped phallus from my inflamed vagina, I knew there was still time to turn back - if I wanted to.
Licking my slippery pussy juice from the steaming banana, I took a bite, savouring the hot fruit. Taking another nibble of the delicacy as I gently massaged my clitoris, my carnal senses tingled with gratification. Mashed banana and cream! I'd do this again and again, I promised myself. Thrust a banana in and out of my beautiful cunt, take myself to an explosion of cream and then relish the wicked concoction.
Licking my lips as I swallowed the last of the delicacy, I rose to my feet, my skirt dropping over my drenched vulval flesh as I swayed on my sagging legs. Not only had I committed adultery, but for the first time since meeting Mat, I'd masturbated! I didn't know what I felt as I wandered light-headedly into the kitchen. I didn't recognize the emotions welling inside me.
My ultra-sensitive nipples aching for attention, I slipped my blouse off and unclipped my bra. Running my fingertips round my areolae, my nipples painfully hard, I gasped as the sensations rippled through me.
Aware of my vaginal juice trickling down my inner thighs, I wondered again what had happened to me. Slipping into my blouse, my nipples caressed by the smooth silk as I moved, I tried to push all thoughts of sex to the back of my mind. I couldn't spend all my time masturbating, toying with my breast buds, I had to do something constructive. Although only early afternoon, I started feeling apprehensive about spending the evening alone in the house. Why did Mat have to go away?