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belt and
reluctantly rolled my black stockings down my legs. Wearing only my
panties, a pang of guilt stabbed my conscience as I looked around
the lounge. The marital home. Mat's armchair. The coffee table
where he placed his glass of scotch every evening... I couldn't do
it, I decided. Couldn't bring myself to unveil the most intimate
part of my body before this virtual stranger. The room was watching
me, my adultery.
    "Come on, show
me your cunt," Den ordered me crudely, a hint of urgency in his
dark voice as he noticed my hesitation. "I want to see where Mat
sticks his cock. Show me your juicy cunt."
    "Den,
I..."
    "Remember that
I know a hell of a lot about you, your past. You lived in
Shropshire until you were thirteen. You then moved to Dorset
and..."
    "How do you
know all this?"
    "That's my
secret. Now, show me your cunt."
    The obscene word battering my swirling mind as I stood before
my neighbour, my stomach somersaulting, I knew I'd gone too far to
turn back. I'd crossed the bridge, transgressed the threshold of
choice. Picturing the photograph in the magazine, I imagined
sprawling out on the floor, my legs open, my femininity crudely
displayed. Mat had never used the word cunt .
    Just this once , the inner voice urged
me as I slipped my thumbs between the tight elastic of my panties
and my curvaceous hips. Just this
once . My trimmed blonde pubes coming into
view as I eased my panties down, I hung my head as shame and guilt
engulfed me.
    "Keep going,"
Den prodded coarsely as he moved forward in his excitement on the
sofa. "That's it, pull your knickers down like a naughty little
girl and show me your cunt."
    Taking a deep
breath, I lowered my panties to my knees and stood upright, my pink
sex crack clearly visible beneath my sparse pubes. My scant scarlet
shield dropping to my ankles, I kicked the garment aside, again
imagining posing for my lecherous spectator. The degradation, the
humiliation of lying on the floor with my legs wide open... I knew
I couldn't do it.
    "Very nice!"
Den breathed, focusing his lustful eyes on my inner petals,
protruding alluringly from my moist sex valley. I winced, closing
my eyes as I sensed his gaze burning into my most intimate place.
Only Mat had ever seen me there, feasted his eyes on my vaginal
smile. But now? Now, like the magazine photographs, my once
sacrosanct temple was blatantly on display, crudely exhibited. Was
I a tart? I felt so.
    "Stand with
your feet as wide apart as you can," Den ordered me, his prurient
gaze glued to my sex slit. Trembling, I parted my feet, knowing
that my secret valley was opening, my moist inner folds unfurling.
Humiliated as I sensed my lubricious juices bubbling between my
pussy lips, I prayed that he wouldn't take the sentient sex fluid
as a sign of arousal.
    "Open your
cunt lips," he instructed me with no hint of compassion, his
arousal obvious by the massive bulge in his tight jeans. "I want to
see inside your cunt."
    "Do you know
how you make me feel?" I asked shakily.
    "Good?"
    "Evil."
    "Then be
evil!" he chuckled.
    My fingers
trembled as I moved my hands to my lower stomach. Then, as if
suddenly waking from a dream, I realized what it was I was doing.
"Go on, pull your cunt lips wide apart and show me your cock hole,"
he breathed as I snatched my hands to my sides. "You don't want Mat
to discover your sordid past, do you?"
    Through my
haze of horror I became aware of a car pulling up in the driveway.
Almost fainting in my fear, my iniquity, Den leapt up from the sofa
and dashed to the window. "Christ, it's Mat!" he cursed through
gritted teeth, throwing me a parting malevolent leer before dashing
from the room. I stood motionless in my horror, frozen to the spot
as the backdoor slammed shut and my blackmailer made his escape.
Mat's key turning in the front door lock, I was impelled to look
about me, at my skirt and stockings strewn across the lounge
floor.
    "Jane!" Mat
called in his familiar homecoming, closing the front door.
    "In here!"