Addicted (34 page)

Having spoken
to Gary and learned that I had a child from a previous
relationship, no doubt Tony was ringing me, anxious to question me.
He'd wonder where I was, what I was doing. Poor Tony! He'd been fed
so many lies, so much false information, that he was probably out
of his mind with worry and confusion! Of course, I was little Miss
innocence. Helen Hunter, the faithful, loving wife, the artist,
working hard and enjoying walks - blissfully innocent in my guilt.
Suzie was guilty, not me.

"Sixty-nine!"
Chris gasped, pulling his saliva-wet cock out of my mouth and lying
on the ground, his rock-hard penis pointing skyward, a symbol of
his manhood. "Come on top of me."

Resting my
body on his, I took his glans into my mouth again as he parted my
thighs and began lapping between my swollen vaginal lips. My juices
flowing in torrents, my clitoris swelling beneath his snaking
tongue, I prayed for his spunk to jet at the same moment that my
orgasm erupted. I wanted us to come together, to pump our juices of
lust into each other's mouths and reach our sexual heavens
together. I wanted many things from our illicit coupling -
satisfaction in decadence.

Our mouths
locked to each other's genitals, sucking, licking, this was pure
sexual ecstasy, pure lust, and I realized that my life had become
such a wicked game, a desperate quest not only for sperm, but
sexual fulfilment through deviancy and decadence, that I'd never be
able to turn back. I'd gone far beyond the threshold, left the
border between morality and immorality so far behind me, that I
knew I'd never find my way back.

Chris gasped
through a mouthful of my cunt flesh, his spunk shooting from his
slit, bathing my darting tongue, filling my cheeks, running down
his twitching shaft as I wanked and sucked his beautiful cock. My
clitoris exploding in orgasm beneath his sweeping tongue, my juices
of arousal flooding his mouth, his face, I shuddered in my
exquisite coming, my wicked lust. I had a burning desire for more
men, more cocks spunking in my mouth, shooting their come down my
throat - I wanted sexual corruption in the extreme.

On and on my
clitoris pulsated beneath his hot tongue, my body quivering as I
gobbled his solid knob and drank the last of his spunk. Another
man, another cock, another orgasm, another fix, another act of
wanton adultery... What the hell? This was Suzie, not the prim and
proper Helen Hunter. Not that Helen was so prim and proper
anymore!

"You're
beautiful!" Chris gasped. I sensed his hot breath against my
drenched vaginal flesh. "Christ, you're beautiful!"

"God, I needed
that!" I cried, my body shuddering uncontrollable as I rolled to
one side, spreading my limbs out on the grass. "The last thing I'd
expected was..."

"We must meet
again," he grinned, zipping his trousers and settling beside
me.

"Yes, I'd like
that. The same time tomorrow evening, perhaps?"

"Yes,
definitely!"

Running his
finger up and down my cunt crack, he stiffened my clitoris again.
My juices decanting, my sex lips swelling, I gasped. I could have
stayed there all night, revelling in my incredible arousal, sucking
his knob to orgasm and swallowing his sperm as he tongue-fucked my
juiced cunt. But no, time was running on and I wanted to get home.
There'd be plenty of opportunities to enjoy the private dick's
dick.

"Chris, I'd
better be going," I said, smiling sweetly at him as he massaged my
erect clitoris.

He licked his
cunt-sticky fingers, his dark eyes sparkling. "Yes, and me."

"We'd better
not be seen together, seeing as you're a detective. I'll go
first."

"OK. When's
your next sitting?"

"I'm seeing
Mrs Hunter tomorrow afternoon. I'll tell you about it tomorrow
evening."

"OK, and
thanks, Suzie."

"Thank
you
,
Chris!" I beamed, rising to my feet and tugging my skirt down to
conceal my satisfied cunt. "See you tomorrow!" I called, making my
way through the undergrowth.

Reaching home,
my juices of lechery flooding out of my hot cunt and coursing down
my legs, I let myself in to discover the phone ringing. Dashing
into my studio and lifting the receiver, I instinctively knew that
it was Tony. He'd whine and complain, ask questions, vent his
suspicions... I wanted to tell him that the private detective had
licked my cunt out and come in my mouth. No, perhaps not!

"Helen, where
the hell have you been?" he asked angrily.

Enjoying sixty-nine in the woods
. "Out
for a walk, why?"

"Christ, not
again?"

"Yes, again.
How's Tokyo?"

"I don't want
to be here. Listen, I've been speaking to Gary. He reckons that you
have a child from a previous relationship."

"A child?"

"Yes, a child.
He also reckons that you were on the game."

"What,
prostitution?"

"Yes."

"Where on
earth is he getting all this rubbish from?"

"From your
sister."

"Bloody hell!
Tony, get it into your thick head - I don't have a sister!"

"He's adamant
that he met her. He went to our place and she answered the door and
invited him in. Apparently, you were out at the time."

"This is
ridiculous! He met a woman in our house while I was out?"

"Yes, and she
told him all about you, your past."

"This is
crazy! I haven't got a bloody sister, you know that!"

"Who did he
meet, then?"

"God knows who
was in our house while I was out! He's obviously lying, Tony."

"Why would he
lie?"

"You'd better ask
him
that! Look, I'm going round to Gary's now to have
this out with him. If there was a woman in the house, she wasn't my
sister, and she shouldn't have been here. There are too many
mysteries for my liking. I want to know what went on with this girl
you allegedly fucked, why Gary says that he met my sister, why he's
told you that I have a child, why he thinks I was a prostitute,
why..."

"No, don't
start questioning Gary. Look, I'll sort it out, OK?"

"No, it's not
OK! If he's saying things about me, terrible lies, then I want to
know why!"

"I know that
you're having an affair with him, Helen."

"My God, this
gets worse!"

"Yes, it does.
I also know that you've been having a lesbian relationship with a
girl."

"A les...
which girl?"

"Your best
friend, so I heard. It must be Laura."

"Laura? That
takes the biscuit, it really does! Look, Tony, speak to me again
when you've recovered from your mental breakdown."

"I'm not
having a mental breakdown!"

"Well, I
am!"

"From the
first time I went away, you changed, Helen."

"Not
that
again!"

"Yes,
that
again. Listen to me for a moment. You started using
expletives, you shaved your... you shaved yourself, you began
painting filthy pictures, you..."

"OK, now you
listen to me. I shaved because I read about it in a magazine, how
it turns men on. I did it for you, Tony. I used expletives because
you were pissing me off. And as for the paintings, it was Sheena's
idea. There's a bloody good market for that kind of stuff."

"Yes,
but..."

"I haven't
finished yet. It was your idea to have David do our garden. I
didn't want it, but you persisted and finally convinced me that it
was a good idea. Then you started complaining because he was here
all the time! It's all down to you, Tony!"

"Yes, I know,
but..."

"We hardly knew Gary. Apart from going to a couple of his
barbecues, we never saw him. You started chatting to him in the
lane about David and the garden, and then you began going to his
house for coffee and God knows what else. I had nothing to do with
any of this,
you
brought David onto the scene,
and
Gary. And as for this rubbish
about Laura and me having a lesbian relationship... I have never
heard anything so ridiculous in all my life! I'm going round to see
Gary now to get this sorted out once and for all. I'll speak to you
later."

"Helen,
I..."

Hanging up, I
wondered where this would all end. The lies, the deceit, the double
bluffs, playing one off against the other - something had to snap!
I still wasn't sure what my long-term plan was. I was convinced
that I'd never be portrayed as the instigator of the rumours and
lies, but I had to find a direction in life. A direction with Tony?
I still didn't know. I realized that our relationship would never
be the same now that I'd had cocks spunking in my mouth, my cunt,
my bum, but... but what? I'd travelled so far down the path of
sexual debauchery that I'd become lost.

I couldn't
understand my transformation from a loving wife to a common whore.
Why was I deliberately causing trouble, ensuring that suspicion
centred on me? Psychologically, did I really want Tony to discover
the dreadful truth? Was I pushing the game to the limit, over the
limit, so Tony would eventually point the finger of blame at me?
What had Tony done to deserve this? He didn't deserve a terrible
woman like me!

But Tony had
committed adultery; he wasn't the innocent, loving husband I'd
thought him to be. Tony - even his name was beginning to annoy me,
haunt me. What did I want from life? What did life want from me?
What did Tony want from me? The phone rang. Who was it this time? I
wondered as I lifted the receiver. More questions, more prying?

"Helen, it's
me."

"Who the
hell's me?" I asked sarcastically, instantly recognizing Gary's
voice.

"Gary."

"Oh, the
bastard who's told Tony everything about me, my past."

"I've phoned a
dozen times, where the hell have you been?"

"You sound
like Tony."

"I want your
cunt."

"You can't
have it!"

"I haven't
told Tony everything, Helen. There's something I have on you
that... Well, let's just say that it will have you eating out of my
trousers as and when I wish."

"Go on," I
sighed despairingly.

"The
photographs I took of you have come out very well. Tony would be
more than interested to learn that..."

"Haven't you
done enough damage?"

"I don't want
to damage you, your marriage. All I want is for our arrangement to
work out properly."

"We don't have
an arrangement, Gary. I'm fixed up, I don't need you."

"But I need
you, your cunt. I have a few people here for drinks and they need
entertaining. Come over now and..."

"No, I'm going
to bed."

"I spoke to
your sister again."

"Jackie?"

"Yes. She told
me one or two things about you that..."

"I'm not interested Gary."
Lying
bastard
!

"Don't you
want to know what she said?"

"No."

"Stephen
Giles."

"Who?" I
gasped.

"Tony's
managing director. She told me all about your escapade with
him."

"I... I
haven't had an escapade with him!" I cried, my heart banging hard
against my chest as I wondered how the hell he knew about
Stephen.

"Jackie told
me that he cleavage fucked you, gave you a pearl necklace."

"Jackie doesn't know anything about Stephen."
Jackie doesn't exist
!

"Really? Then
how..."

"Gary, this
game is getting out of hand. You couldn't have spoken to Jackie
because... because she's gone away. Listen, we'd better talk."

"Unless you
get your beautiful cunt round here now, the only talking will be me
telling Tony about Stephen Giles fucking your cleavage the other
day."

Replacing the
phone as he hung up, I bit my lip. There was no way Gary could know
about Stephen Giles, no way. But he did know! Had Gary seen us
through the window? No, why on earth would he be spying through the
window at me? There again, knowing Gary, he'd... Grabbing the
ringing phone, I was surprised to hear Chris's voice. There again,
I suppose I wasn't that surprised. Nothing in life surprised me
anymore!

"Is that Mrs
Hunter?" he asked.

"Er... yes,
speaking."

"Sorry to ring
during the evening. I was wondering whether you could fit me in for
a portrait?"

Now what was
he up to? "A portrait? Yes, yes of course."

"A friend
recommended you. Er... I realize that it's getting late but, I'd
like to come over and discuss it with you now - if you're free,
that is?"

"Yes, I
suppose so."

"Good. I have
your address; I'll be there in ten minutes or so."

"Yes, I'll
look forward to meeting you."

Now what sort
of mess was I plunging myself into? I wondered. The game was
changing, the goal posts moving, and I didn't like it. Gary and his
perverted friends would have to wait, threats or not. Helen Hunter
meeting Chris the private detective was far more important than
Gary and his bunch of sad perverts.

Dashing
upstairs, I changed into Helen, praying that Chris wouldn't
recognize my voice. Without my thick makeup, my ginger wig, I'd be
safe enough. I'd put on a posh accent, change my mannerisms,
gesticulate and... Helen and Suzie were worlds apart, chalk and
cheese. Weren't they?

What with Gary
knowing about Stephen and now Chris coming over, I was beginning to
panic. I'd have to play it by ear, be careful of my every word,
listen intently to his questions and think about the answers before
blurting out mistakes. Adjudicating myself in the mirror, I was
happy with Helen the artist, the faithful wife. Could I play any
role? Yes, I imagined I could.