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tongue snaked around my bud, teasing, tasting. Breathing in
his unfamiliar aftershave, I wondered what the hell I was doing
standing half-naked in my kitchen with my neighbour suckling my
naked breasts. How could I allow this blatant violation of my body?
Opening my eyes, looking down at his lips pressed against my
startled areola, I watched in disbelief as he sucked and mouthed on
my nipple.
    It wouldn't
end there, I knew. His hands moving down to my smooth stomach,
tickling my warm flesh, he caressed my navel. Further, his fingers
descended, pressing against the softness of my sex mound through my
skirt. No, it wouldn't end there!
    "That's
enough!" I cried as he slipped a finger between my skirt and my
stomach.
    "Enough is
never enough," he murmured, my nipple slipping from his mouth as he
stood upright and gazed into my eyes, his strong, warm hands
clutching the gentle curves of my naked hips.
    "Den,
please!"
    "Please
what?"
    "Please
go!"
    "Already? I'll
tell you what, let's go through to the lounge and..."
    "No!"
    "Listen, you
can have the magazine. But I want you to pose for me first, like
you did for the photographer."
    I hesitated.
"If I do, you'll give me the magazine and then leave?" I asked
shakily. I must have been insane!
    "I
promise."
    Leading him
through the hall, I knew that his promise was worthless. He was a
monster, an evil man, and he'd stop at nothing to have his wicked
way with me. As I stood meekly in the centre of the lounge, he sat
on the sofa, grinning, smirking, gazing greedily at my naked
breasts. I felt dirty, demeaned.
    "Why are you
doing this?" I asked, aware of my wet nipples stiffening in the
cool air of the lounge.
    "I was
unpacking a tea chest and the magazine dropped to the floor. I
thought I recognized the face and when I passed you in the street,
I knew it was you."
    "So you
decided to blackmail me."
    "Not
blackmail, Jane. We're just having some fun. Harmless fun while
Mat's at work."
    Perhaps he
would give me the magazine after his fun, I pondered, naive though
the notion was. Harmless fun while Mat was at work? Catching his
gaze, I didn't think he was the sort of man to force himself upon
me. My next door neighbour... I couldn't envisage him raping me.
After all, he'd said that he couldn't force me to do anything.
Recalling a true life story I'd once read in a magazine, I
shuddered.
    "How much do
you value your marriage?" he leered.
    I folded my
arms across my quivering breasts. "What sort of question is
that?"
    "A simple
question. What lengths will you go to in order to save your
marriage?"
    The words fell
effortlessly. "I'll pose for you."
    "How will you
pose for me?"
    "I'll pose
like the magazine picture."
    "Go on then,
pose for me. Just like you did for the photographer."
    Stepping out
of my white heels, I tugged my short lycra skirt down my long legs,
revealing the triangular patch of red material covering my full sex
lips. Succumbing to blackmail was a grave mistake, I knew as I
kicked the garment aside. But I couldn't see that I had a choice.
If Mat were to see the magazine... It was a mistake I'd make only
once, I promised myself.
    Den was weak,
pathetic in his male weakness, I reflected as I fiddled with my
suspender belt. He wasn't a blackmailer at heart - just in the
vicinity of his trousers. Most likely he couldn't help himself,
control his instinctual male desires. To appease the pitiful
creature I'd pose for him, turn my alluring naked body this way and
that - then serve him his marching orders.
    There'd be
nothing he could do, I reasoned, other than show Mat the magazine.
But I felt that he wouldn't resort to that. He knew as well as me
that, once the pussy was out of the bag, the game would be over.
All the time Den had the incriminating photographs, he had a chance
to gawp at my naked body. Showing my husband would only serve to
wreck that chance. Somehow, I'd get my hands on the magazine and
destroy it.
    But was I
destroying myself? I wondered as I unclipped my suspender