The Dare Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

The Dare Ch. 02

We sat around sipping on our wine. It had become hot in the van, and Hazel got up and opened all the windows and the side door. She checked the flyscreens were all tight. Scared bugs would overrun us. As she returned and sat between us, Don asked Hazel why she had not told him about her University days 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 terribly proud of, and honestly, I 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."

Don and I almost simultaneously exclaimed, "Wish I had been at University with you."

Hazel turned to me, "Why? Would you like to have met Trudy?"

"I was more thinking about the fact there were no gangbangs when I was in my teens. But Yes, I would have liked to have met Trudy."

Then, seeing that Hazel gave me a puzzled, questioning look, I answered,

"I've always been attracted to stuck-up, strait-laced, untouchable women. I guess I see them as a real challenge. In my experience, when you 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 anti-sex; Brett, her husband, never gets it. He's always complaining, and if we're out with them and our conversation ever strays onto sex, she throws a sulky fit. Doesn't she, Hazel?"

"Yes, She's a bit uncomfortable ...

... with her past. I've tried to discuss things with her several times when we were alone, but she will have none of it. She even tells me 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 relaxed her shoulders. She seemed to resign herself to the fact she had to finish telling the narrative. "I know you won't let up until I've told you everything. But I'm not happy about this. I've kept it locked away for so long, and it really should have remained that way."

Don leaned against her, hugged her, and said he understood. But he needed to know everything now and that he 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 centre of the lounge."

"Oh God, this is going to sound pretty debauched, guys. You really want me to go on?"

Immediately, two eager idiots were 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 ...