We sat around sipping on our wine. Don, asked Hazel why she had not told him about University before.
“I was afraid. I didn’t want to lose you, so I didn’t say anything. Then, after we were married, It wasn’t something I was proud of and honestly didn’t want to bring it up. If you had asked me directly if there had ever been someone else I might have told you some of it."
“Shit, I wish I had been around then and met Trudy,” I stated.
“Why, are you an arse man?” asked Hazel.
“No, far from it, in the heat of the moment, I might dive in there. But I’d much rather have pussy, I just love a wet one of those.”
Then seeing that Hazel was still giving me a puzzled questioning look, I tried to answer her.
“I’ve always attracted to real stuck up, strait-laced, untouchable woman. I guess I see them as a real challenge. In my experience, when you do get them into bed, they are real fire-brands, and often quite insatiable. So Trudy sounds just my sort of woman.”
Don piped up, “You wouldn’t want to meet her now. She’s really anti-sex, Brett, her husband never gets it, he’s always complaining and if we’re out with them and our conversation ever strays on to sex, she throws a sulky fit. Doesn’t she Hazel?”
“Yes, I’ve tried to bring our past up a couple of times when we were on our own, but she will have none of it. Even says to me that I must be thinking of another girlfriend.”
“Will you tell us a bit more about that year?” I asked.
Hazel hesitated, she looked nervously at Don, then her shoulders relaxed. She seemed to resign herself to the fact she had to finish telling some. “I know you're not going to let up until I’ve told it all. But I’m not happy about this, I’ve kept it locked away for so long, it really should have remained that way.”
Don leaned against her, hugged her, and said he understood. But that he needed to know everything now, and could handle anything she had done, as it was all long in the past.
“Where was I up to?” she asked.
I answered quickly, in case Don gave the wrong answer. “You had just been bent over the couch, that Trudy and Ashram had moved into the center of the lounge.”
“Oh God, this is going to sound pretty debauched guy’s. You really want me to go on?”
Immediately there were two eager idiots, nodding their heads right beside her. She swung her head from one side to the other, taking in our keen puppy dog expressions, before hanging her head and taking up where she had left off.
“Did I explain that they positioned me kneeling on the couch, with my elbows over the low back? The guy behind me was trying to do anal, and I couldn’t tell him ‘No’ as Ben was holding my head tight and fucking my mouth. But I snapped my hips to the side every time he touched me there, and he finally got the message and put it in the right place.”
“Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ashram positioning Trudy alongside me and while he was doing her from behind, she started playing with my tits. I don’t remember all the details of what followed, but we were shared by other guys in the room. Trudy surprised me in that she loved anal, and two of the guys did her at the same time. You know, what we just did before. Some of them tried again to get me to do that, but I made it plain, that I was not into anal.”
Don asked, “What about the other girl that was there?”
“A couple of guys took her to the bedroom and others went in there with her during the night. I don’t remember her really, not sure if she stayed the night or left before we did.”
“Why did you not like anal?” I asked.
“An uncle did that to me, and he hurt me. I mean it really hurt.” She paused, “Well he wasn’t really an uncle, just a friend of my father's, but we called him uncle. It was long before I lost my virginity and in my own bed at home. I don’t think he came back to our place after that.”
“Did you tell your mother?” I asked.
“Hell no! I’ve never told a soul about that, not even Trudy. It has been weighing on my conscience for years. My parents would have blamed me, they were very strict, I could never have told them.”
Don again reached over and cuddled Hazel. “You could have told me, I would have understood you know.” He gave her a minute, then asked, “Did you go to any more parties?”
“Oh yes, the boys had a party at least once a month, I think Trudy and I attended everyone after that night. You see, it was a club. It had been running for a long time, as the guys left Uni, others replaced them. The four main protagonists always lived in the house. Pete had lived there, but when he finished Uni the year before, another guy had taken his place.”
“I wondered if Pete was at the party when you said it was the same house?” I butted in.
“Yes, I’m glad he wasn’t there. I still hate him and wonder sometimes about running into him somewhere.”
Don piped up, “Do you mean it was a University Club, did the Uni know what was going on there?”
“No, funnily enough, I don’t think many people knew about it at all. Certainly, others knew the guys lived there and that they had some pretty raunchy parties, You could never have kept that secret. But the way it worked was that the members, there were only a dozen or so, each joined different Uni groups, and took up with girls they thought might be likely candidates.
"They would date them a few times, sleep with them, then bring them to a party when they thought they may be ready. Many of the girls that turned up at the parties, left as soon as they realised what was going on, but there was always at least one the stayed.”
Then she added another thought, “Really Pete ‘according to their rules’, should not have taken me to that party the year before, as he had not slept with me. I guess he had tried it on so often, he just thought ‘what the fuck’. I think Pete’s father may have owned the house. I’m not certain of that, but I saw him collecting the rent one time when I was around visiting Ben.”
“How did the guys get to join the club?” I asked. Thinking that I would have really enjoyed belonging to a club like that.
Hazel thought for a bit. “I’m not absolutely sure, but I think one of the members would befriend a guy whose girlfriend he fancied. Then over time would talk to the guy about sharing his girlfriend. I’m sure most guys would get offended and nothing would happen. But there must have been some that showed an interest, as there was usually at least one new guy and his girlfriend at the parties.”
“I remember one party where there were three new couples, but one by one all the girls chickened out, and pulled their boyfriends out of the party in disgust. That is what happened most of the time. But if the girlfriend did participate, then the guy would show up at future parties, with or without her. So I’m pretty sure that was their right to admission, and how they got new members.”
“You said Trudy and you went to all the other parties that year, we're there other girls that went to every party?” I asked.
“Not really. There were a couple that turned up again, mostly the ones that came with their boyfriend. But the girls that were seduced into coming with the club member, mostly it was a one-off, just like I had been the year before. As for the boyfriends, I noticed they all turned up thinking it was going to be great having an orgy, only to find that they got insanely jealous as soon as their girlfriend fucked another guy.
"Ashram and Trudy broke up after that first party, he couldn’t handle it. I’m sure he wanted to return, but he forbade Trudy to ever attend again, and she dumped him. When I talked to Ben about it, he said that Ashram was blacklisted, as he was only likely to cause trouble.”
“How come you two went to all the parties then?” I asked again.
“I got on really well with Ben. Not like he was my boyfriend or anything, more like ‘friends with benefits’. He liked us along, as more girls would stay and participate if they were not the only girl there. Also, I liked giving blowjobs and Trudy liked anal, I guess that got us a few browny points with all the gang. Actually, I probably would have bailed again after that first party, but Trudy loved it, she insisted it was her one blow-out year and she would never get the opportunity again, and so didn’t want to miss a party.”
“Will you tell me some details of the other parties?” asked Don.
“If you want, but not now, I can see Dave’s eyes drooping and I’m tired also.”
So I tidied myself up and made to leave. But Hazel stopped me and asked for my details. I gave her my email and mobile. Then she asked about my address, as they may call in and say hello on their way back south. I willingly gave her everything, thinking I would most likely never see or hear from them again. Then wandered back to my van.
I slept the sleep of the dead, better than I had slept in years. My bed takes up the whole back of the van. I could make it up as two singles, but at 6’1” the double size is far more comfortable.
I always wake as the sun comes up, which was around 5:15 am at this time of year.
I stretched and spread out, watching the golden dawn rays creep around my curtains. I thought about putting on an eye mask, so as to try and get another hour or so’s sleep. I was feeling really mellow and did not feel like getting up at this early hour. But I needed a piss.
As I lay there summoning the energy to make a decision, the back door opened, I had not locked it in my sleepy state the night before. And in crawled Hazel, wearing a dressing gown and slippers. She gave me a hell of a fright, but I recovered very quickly, noting that as she slipped out of the dressing gown and crawled under my covers, she had nothing else on.
“You are not meant to be here without Don. I told him last night, that the two of you must be honest with each other and never go sleeping around behind the other's back.”
“I know,” she exclaimed, “But he’s fast asleep and I’m fucking horny. He’ll understand, I’ll tell him everything.”
She burrowed down beside me and took my morning hard in her hand.
“I need to relieve myself. Don’t start without me.” And I awkwardly maneuvered myself past her and out the back door. I have a toilet in the van, but trying to go when you have a massive hard-on, in that tight little space is nigh on impossible. There would be more pee on the ceiling than in the bowl. So with one leg up on the step, balancing precariously on my other leg, I pointed Percy towards the ground, and let fly.
I got back inside and had to kiss Hazel to stop her laughing, she had enjoyed the sight of me trying to pee with a full hard-on. When she had calmed down, she pushed me on my back and swallowed my ‘now’ limp cock. It didn’t stay limp for long, I was pretty proud of myself that he would rise to the occasion so quickly after the night before’s activities.
Once hard, she mounted me and her hips started to writhe around, her face twisted with concentration, on the feelings that were being generated between her legs. I had no problem lasting the journey, in fact, I wondered if I had any seed left in me. But the body is an amazing thing, and as she moved towards her climax, so too did I.
Her rotating hips became thrashing hips. Then the shudder. The long, stomach-convulsing shudder that told me she was there. I had been roughly manipulating her sensitive breasts but had to slip a hand up and over her mouth, or she would have woken the camp, the back door of my van being wide open. What a way to start the day.
As our arousal subsided, I removed my hands and let her slump down beside me. “You really should get back to Don, before he wakes. He will not handle you sneaking over here very well at all,” I whispered in her ear.
“Your right, but I’m still horny,” she replied.
“Well go and wake Don, as you have just woken me.” I pushed her up, and out towards the door, then threw the dressing gown at her.
She leaned in and blew me a brief kiss, then slipped out onto the damp grass before slipping on her dressing gown and hurried off.
I hurriedly got myself up, and without making the bed or having breakfast, I put away some loose items and drove off. I had intended to visit a couple more places that day, but drove straight home, as I wanted to get in front of my computer and put down as much of the wonderful adventure that had just happened.
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That should be the end of the story, and I really thought it would have been. But two days later, I saw their motorhome come to a standstill at the bottom of my drive. It was early on a Monday morning and I felt a decided rush of pleasure as Hazel walked up the drive towards me. She was wearing a short green skirt and a loose light green blouse and I was pretty certain she was not wearing a bra. Don was with her, but I have to admit, I hardly noticed him.