was sure Bunford left her house after 5.15, she woke her to say she was leaving. She had to tidy her house ready for an estate agent’s visit at 10am, which was true; he arrived as I was leaving. But she could have gone to the penthouse first.’
‘You’re forgetting she was found at 6.30. Even Jenson Button couldn’t get back from Bromsgrove in that time. No, I still think it was one of her regular customers.’
His cock was brushing her thigh. ‘What do you think about the Billingsgates’ story?’
He laughed. ‘It’s a rum old do.’
She fell backwards onto the bed, pulling him with her, whispering in his ear.' I'll be the judge of that.’
CHAPTER THIRTY TWO.
After burning onto DVD, Dudley Wink wiped all the Anita von Beta material from his computer. He labelled the DVD ‘Exotic Wildlife’ and hid it in an ‘All Creatures Great & Small’ box set.
Now he was ready to transfer his attention back to Natasha Billingsgate, having changed his mind about posting her hard-core activities on the Anita von Beta website. Probably just as well, with all the flack flying around following the murder. Or was it murder? Detective Inspector Cardhew seemed to have an open mind, not like that up-start Detective Sergeant Kimberley who tried to pin everything on him. He had gone voluntarily to Hamsworth Police Station, as advised by Ed Templeman, but that twat Kimberly refused to listen to his story and banged him up in the cells as a murder suspect. Fortunately Cardhew arrived, remembered him from the Mayfair case, and common sense prevailed. He told Cardhew everything, well almost. He was bailed to return to the station if required and had been back once, when Cardhew assured him that as he had a contract to work for Lucinda Lovebrace, no crime had been committed – not that his wife would believe that if she ever found out.
The gorgeous naked body of Natasha Billingsgate filled the screen. Without Lucinda Lovebrace around, he was in love with Natasha again. With only 10 minutes of titillating and hard-core material of her edited together he desperately wanted more. Hugh Portland had agreed to let him camp in the copse overnight to see what wildlife he could capture on camera. Poor old Hugh, he had no idea, but as it turned out, neither did he. His night in the copse was to prove more rewarding than he could have possibly imagined.
Samantha Derby was caught completely off guard when Natasha Billingsgate phoned to say she knew she was bonking her husband and suggested they meet for lunch and a chat. Guilty though she was, the idea of a public humiliation did not appeal. She suggested her flat, where she hoped to be able to explain, rationally and without any emotional outbursts, that it was only a bonk. And that a bonk, as far as she was concerned, did not mean anything. Which it didn’t; except the relationship had suddenly changed. It was going to be a difficult meeting.
The moment Natasha walked through the door, Sam liked her. There was no animosity, quite the reverse, she was open and friendly. There was something about her, which struck a chord of familiarity, and she was desperately trying to think what it could be, when Natasha dropped the bombshell.
'Look Sam, I know you won’t believe me, but there’s something I really must tell you.'
Sam’s guilt prompted her to interrupt..
'No, it’s me that should be telling you everything.'
Natasha surprised her by swiftly leaning forward and kissing her lightly on the nose.
'You don’t have to tell me anything Sam, I know you only wanted a bonk – a bit like having a cigarette – Barrie treated it the same way. I’m the one to blame for changing everything. You see, it was me Sam. I was in Barrie’s body when your lunchtime bonk turned into a wonderful lovemaking session.'
Samantha laughed. Barrie had mentioned Natasha’s strange sense of humour, but this was off the wall. However, before she could think of some smart comment, Natasha launched into intimate details of that magical lunchtime, some of which was so personal to the moment they were beyond guessing. She could not possibly have known unless Barrie told her and she knew Barrie well enough to know that he was not, by any stretch of the imagination, good on detail. Apart from the lunchtime session, there was the evening they had dinner at Roberto’s, following Barrie’s visit to Lucinda Lovebrace. She knew everything, right down to the finest detail. So, as crazy as it seemed, she just had to believe, although if anyone ever asked if she really thought they could have exchanged bodies, she would of course say no.
When Natasha proposed a threesome, she told her that she never had lesbian tendencies. Natasha claimed not to have had them either, but admitted that being in Barrie’s body and coping with his sex drive had left her unsure of her own sexuality. A threesome did not necessarily mean that they should do anything other than support each other and get the best out of Barrie, but she could not deny that she still felt the same way about her as she had when in Barrie’s body. Natasha’s slim hand covered hers and her beautiful grey eyes looked pleadingly into her own.
'Please do this for me Sam. I have to know. I won’t come on to you, I promise.'
Samantha was tempted, she enjoyed sex and if she was ever going to have a threesome, it could not be with two more beautiful people, but she sensed danger. 'You could be playing with fire Natasha. I don’t want to hurt you, but I know I won’t be able to hold back if, Barrie makes love to me as you did.'
'Is that a yes then?'
'Yes – on the understanding that I can’t be held responsible for any consequences.'
Natasha gave her a thankful smile and a big hug. 'I understand Sam. Can we make it this evening?' Samantha returned the hug. 'Why not? Yes let’s. Should we decide on a plan of action?'
They hatched their plans over coffee and sandwiches, before leaving in Natasha’s car for the rugby club.
When Barrie saw Sam with Natasha, he guessed what she was planning. He really enjoyed the threesome with Debbie and although Tash had been banging on about it, he never really believed she would want to go through with the reciprocal arrangement. Why would she, now she was back in her own body? How had she managed to persuade Sam to join in? It made him nervous, which was unlike him when it came to sexual matters. His worst fears were realised when Natasha joked about keeping him sober as he was taking them both out to dinner. She was obviously determined to prise Barrie away from the rugby club before the beer started to flow. He made the excuse that Duggie liked to have a post mortem on the game over a couple of beers, but Duggie waved the idea away and told him to take the girls to Roberto’s and charge everything to Travel Plan – they deserved it after saving Travel Plan Dynamic. So, with Samantha providing what could possibly be termed as immoral support, they virtually frogmarched him to his car and followed him to Lippinston.
At Holly Tree Cottage, three bottles of champagne were nicely chilled in the fridge. Natasha had deliberately planned everything to remind him of the DebTash celebrations, and their threesome with Debs. This was the deal and she did not want him reneging on it.
'Come on Barrie – open the champagne.'
'Yes, come on Barrie. I’m dying for it – aren’t you Tash?'
Natasha giggled. 'And the champagne Sam. Are we going to toss a coin to see who goes first?'
Sam giggled. 'Perhaps we should blindfold him, spin him around and see which one it points at.'
'That’s good idea – a sort of spin the wheel.'
'Or spin the heel.'
Barrie ignored their banter and opened the champagne, carefully filled the glasses, handed one to each of them, then picked up his own and raised it. 'Good Health.'
Natasha placed her slender fingers over the glass. 'Can’t we have a better toast than that? How about – Good Sex?'
'Or fantastic sex,' suggested Sam.
'And lots of it,' giggled Natasha
Barrie emptied his glass in one go. 'Look, I’m sorry to disappoint you girls, but I’m not up for this.'
Natasha looked at Sam. They nodded to each other, emptied their glasses and put them on the table. 'Top him up Sam. I’ll open another.'
Sam smiled at Barrie as she took his glass and slowly filled it to the rim. 'We don’t believe you have any say in the matter Barrie.'
