"Sadly, not a
lot, Mrs Hunter. I'm just ringing to see how you are, how you're
coping."
"I'm not
coping, I feel terrible!" I sighed.
"Your
husband's away, I take it."
"Yes, for a
hell of a long time. I really don't know what to do."
"OK, leave it
with me."
"I have left
it with you."
"Yes, yes I
know. I'll be in touch the minute I find a cure."
Pushing
thoughts of the useless doctor to the back of my mind, I pondered
on Chris, the private detective. I would have sucked him to orgasm
in the wood the previous night, but I'd been too shocked to learn
of Tony's latest move in the game to gobble the private dick's
dick. Gazing at Chris's card, I rang his mobile number. I'd give
him some false information and suggest that he meet me in the wood.
I'd seduce him, pull his erect cock out and drink his sperm,
finding peace once again.
"Chris, it's
Suzie," I said huskily.
"Oh, hi! How
are things?"
"I'm at Mrs
Hunter's house. She's gone out to her car to get something so I
don't have much time. We've been chatting, as you suggested, and
I've discovered a few things."
"Like
what?"
"Did you see
her in the pub last night?"
"No, she
didn't turn up. What have you discovered?"
"We were
talking, woman to woman, and she told me that she's been having an
affair for the last year or so."
"Christ,
that's good news! Who with?"
"Her next door
neighbour, Gary something or other."
"You've done
well, Suzie! Anything else?"
"You won't
believe this but, she's bisexual."
"What?"
"She's been
having a relationship with a girl, her best friend. I don't know
who the girl is, but I'll try and find out."
"OK, that's
great! I'll do some snooping around and..."
"Are you still
going to meet me in the wood?"
"Yes, this
evening."
"What about
now? I'm free if..."
"No, I'm tied
up now, I'll see you later."
"OK, I'll look
forward to it."
Replacing the
receiver, I grinned, knowing that the first thing Chris would do
would be to contact Tony. That would put the cat among the pigeons!
Tony would call me, tentatively question me and, in my angelic
innocence, I'd pretend that I didn't know what he was talking
about. But my dangerous game wasn't helping my terrible craving. I
needed spunk, and I needed it now!
Pacing the
studio floor, my nipples painfully pulled and stretched by the
chain around my neck, I tried to breathe deeply to ease my tight
chest. Alan and his perverted friend might not arrive until the
afternoon, and I knew I'd never survive that long. Gary? God, no,
not Gary again! Picturing the wooden box, my buttocks pushed
through the hole, my cunt lips bulging, I was determined never to
visit the prison cell again.
Answering the
front door, I stood naked before David, wondering whether he'd
fucked Lydia earlier that morning. Were his balls heavy with sperm?
I hoped so.
"The garden,"
he smiled, his shorts bulging, his chest bronzed, firm. He gazed at
my nipple rings, and then lowered his eyes to my shaved cunt.
"Oh, yes, yes
the garden!" I replied eagerly, almost dragging him into the hall.
Closing the door, I turned to face him. "I need a favour,
David."
"What sort of
favour?"
"I need... you
know very well what I need!"
"I'll give you
what you need on the condition that..." he broke off as the phone
rang.
"Wait in the
lounge while I see who that is," I said, dashing into the
studio.
It was Tony,
and by the sound of it he'd just had a call from Chris. "Did Gary
come round for coffee?" he asked, without enquiring how I was.
"Are you in
Tokyo?"
"Yes, I've
just arrived. Did Gary..."
"How was the
flight?"
"Fine. Helen,
about Gary..."
"What's this
preoccupation with Gary all about? I'd have thought you'd have had
news of Japan rather than ask me what our next door neighbour's
been doing."
"I was
only..."
"As it
happens, Gary did come round for coffee. In fact, he's coming over
this morning to..."
"To what? I
don't like this, Helen."
"What don't
you like?"
"Well, David
always being there and Gary coming and going as if he owns the
place."
"Tony, if you remember,
you
asked David to do the garden. And all Gary's doing
is making sure I'm OK while you're working abroad. Anyway, it's
just as well that I have Gary around because a man's been hanging
about in the lane. I saw him messing about beneath the bushes in
the front garden yesterday."
"I wouldn't
worry about it, Helen. It's probably some..."
"
You
might not
worry about it but I do! That phone call I had about you and Gary
with a girl in a box, I reckon it's the same man."
"Er... no, no
that was someone having you on, Helen."
"Was it? Thank
God Gary's coming over this evening, I don't fancy being alone in
the house with that man out there."
"Gary will be
there this evening?"
"Yes.
Actually, I might ask him to stay the night, just to make
sure..."
"Stay
where?"
"Here, where
do you think? Look, David's waiting, I have to go."
"I don't think
Gary should stay the night, Helen!"
"I'd have thought you'd have been pleased that I have a man
around making sure that I'm all right."
Sexually satisfied
.
"Yes, I am,
but it sounds as if Gary's taken my place."
"Taken your
place? What are you talking about?"
"Were you with
Gary last night?"
"What do you mean,
with
him?"
"Did he stay
for the evening?"
"Look, Tony,
there's no point in ringing up a huge phone bill just to chat about
Gary."
"It's the
company phone. So Gary's going to see you this evening?"
"Yes, he's
coming over for a meal. It was the least I could do after all he's
done for me."
"What's he
done for you?"
"He's been
around in case I need him. With that man in the lane, it's nice to
know that Gary's only next door."
"How come he's
at home so much now?"
"He's working
from home. Look, we've discussed David and Gary, how about talking
about something a little more interesting?"
"Sorry, it's
just that I... How's work going?"
"Not bad at
all. Hopefully, Sheena will come down soon. I've told her about my
nudes and she's very keen."
"Oh, that's
good."
"I really need
live models, it's difficult painting sex scenes without..."
"You can't
have models doing that sort of..."
"Oh, David's
calling me. No doubt he'll be wanting a cold beer."
"You're going
then?"
"I have
to."
"Helen, I
wanted to ask you about Laura."
"I'm sorry,
it's a bad line, Tony."
"Helen, when
did you last see..."
Having had
enough of the conversation, I hung up. Tony would think we'd been
cut off and probably call back, but I wouldn't answer. I had David
to deal with, to suck to orgasm! I was right, the phone rang as I
walked into the lounge and knelt before David.
"Aren't you
going to answer that?" he asked as I tugged his shorts down,
exposing his stiffening penis, his heavy balls.
"No, I know
who it is and I don't want to speak to them," I replied, pulling
his foreskin back. "You were saying something about a
condition?"
"Yes, I...
God!" he gasped as I engulfed his silky-smooth glans within my hot
mouth and gently sucked.
Breathing
deeply, David seemed to have forgotten his condition, whatever it
was. Kneading his rolling balls, I rocked my head back and forth,
his solid penis mouth-fucking me, his glans repeatedly driving to
the back of my throat. He came quickly, his spunk gushing from his
throbbing knob, bathing my tongue, filling my cheeks until he
collapsed to the floor.
"That was
quick!" I giggled, licking the sperm from my wet lips. "I was
hoping you'd last a little longer!"
"God, you're
bloody good, Helen!" he gasped. "I wish Lydia would do that!"
"Has she never
tried?"
"No, she
doesn't like the idea."
"Perhaps we
should persuade her. Tonight, we'll arouse her so much that she'll
suck you off and drink your come."
"I don't think
she'd do that," he breathed, climbing to his feet.
"Mmm, you
taste good!" I grinned. "Now you've serviced me, given me your
spunk, you can go and get on with the garden."
"That reminds
me," he said, tugging his shorts up. "I bumped into the postman
earlier."
"Oh, yes?"
"He said that
there's this nympho living in a house he delivers to. He reckons
that he put his cock through the letterbox and she sucked him off!"
he laughed.
"He's lying,"
I smiled. "Go and get on with the garden."
I watched him
leave the room, immense satisfaction in his expression as he turned
in the hall and flashed me a smile. We'd used each other, no
strings, no ties, just cold crude mouth-fucking - mouth-spunking.
So, it had been the postman's knob, I mused, wondering why he'd not
slipped his cock through the letterbox again. If he did it again,
I'd tie a piece of string around his cock and tie the other end to
the door handle, forcing him to stand there for an hour or two!
The drug
quickly taking effect, I rose to my feet, deciding to get a good
day's work done now that I'd had my fix. In my studio, I donned my
smock and put the finishing touches to the girl. The scene was
beautiful, the huge penises embedded deep within her lust holes,
her head turned, her face depicting the immense satisfaction she
was deriving from the lewd double fucking. Removing the painting, I
pulled a blank canvas over the wooden frame, wondering what to
paint next.
As I gazed at
the canvas, I pictured Gary's sex room, the wooden box, a girl with
her buttocks protruding through the hole. Again, I thought of
Tony's adultery, wondering what games I could play with him. I
suddenly had an idea, have Gary believe that there really was
someone at the window watching the lewd scene. The notion appealed
to me, excited me. I'd write a note to Gary from the voyeur saying
that Tony would be told of the vile episode with Helen. Better
still, I'd phone him. My plan barely formulated, I lifted the
receiver and dialled his number.
"You need
sperm?" he asked smugly, confidently.
"No, I don't.
Listen, Gary, I've just had another call from that man who was
looking through your window. He said..."
"There was no
man, Helen!"
"Then who rang
and told me what he'd seen?"
"It's one of
your games."
"Games? Do you
honestly believe that I'd tell Tony that you were both seen?"
"You
did
tell
him!"
"I told him
because I was worried, frightened, not because I was playing games!
You'd better take this seriously, Gary. This man, whoever he is,
rang a short while ago and said that he'd be telling Tony what he'd
seen and..."
"Helen, I know
you're bluffing."
"Bluffing?"
"You're a
strange one; I wouldn't be surprised if..."
"Gary, this is
deadly serious! What do you think Tony would do if he were to
discover that it was me in the box, that you fucked my cunt and my
arse?"
"Well, I...
What does this imaginary man want?"
"He's not
imaginary! He saw me coming out of your house, he knows everything.
And I'll tell you what he wants, he wants money."
"Money? Helen,
if you're..."
"You have to
believe me!"
"All right,
how much does he want?"
"Two thousand
pounds. I haven't got that sort of cash available, you'll have to
find it."
"Two grand?
Jesus, Helen, I'm not shelling out..."
"You'd better
tell Tony what's going on, see what he has to say about it. Tell
him that his adultery will be revealed unless..."
"Tell Tony
what? That this man has asked you for two grand to keep your
identity secret?"
"No, no make
out that he put a note through your door asking you for the money.
Tell Tony that this man is threatening to expose Tony as an
adulterer."
"Look, I need
time to think. I'll call you later."
"You'd better
think of something good, I don't want Tony to find out that it was
me in that bloody box. He'd kill me, and you!"
"Yes, all
right, leave it with me. I'll ring Tony, as you suggested."
"You do that.
And don't tell Tony any more about me, my past!"
"Play the
game, do as I ask when I ask - and I'll say nothing."
"This isn't a
game!" I returned. "Why did you tell Tony that you'd met my
sister?"
"I've told
you, Helen, you do as I ask when I ask or I'll tell him more about
you."
"I don't want
him knowing anything about me, my past. Tony asked me what sort of
work I did before I met him, what have you said to him?"
"I've only
hinted. I've got you over a barrel, my girl!"
"Please, Gary,
don't say another word to Tony!"
"Play the
game, and your past will remain a secret. Look, I have some
thinking to do. I'll talk to you later."
Replacing the
receiver, I grinned, wondering at my dangerous games, at Tony's
reaction when Gary told him the bad news. I also wondered where the
old Helen had gone, why a rampant nymphomaniac had taken her place.
My addiction to sperm was one thing, my insatiable sex drive
another - but to play stupid games with Gary and Tony?