The School Reunion Part 1
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The School Reunion
By Paul Garland
A No Angels Erotic Novel
All rights reserved by the Author. Contents copyright 2018 © Paul Garland and Cerulean Publishing
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
My wife Claire is a pretty little thing. Even after ten years of marriage, she’s still as cute as she was when I first met her. Her shoulder-length blonde hair still has the same lustre and her green eyes still have the same mischievous sparkle that drew me to her that night when I met her in our first year at college. She’s no longer the slim and petite type that she was, but I love her fuller figure now; her curvy hips and butt and her considerably bigger 38DD breasts are the icing on the cake. Claire doesn’t have a supermodel figure, but she still turns heads when in her bikini on holiday, or walking down the street in skirts or revealing tops.
So I wasn’t surprised when she told me that one of her old school boyfriends had ‘kind of hit on her’ via Facebook. A few days before, she’d received an invite to a school reunion. Some of the old pupils had tried unsuccessfully to arrange a ten-year reunion five years before, and were trying again now it had reached fifteen years.
This time, the response had been pretty good, so it looked like it would go ahead. Claire hadn’t committed to going, but one of her old friends, a chubby guy called Mark, had been excited to find her on Facebook and they’d been chatting a little bit since then. He asked her to meet for coffee, which she said she’d think about and she was cool with until he said they could go to his after, if they got on well. She showed me the message, and asked me if I thought he was hitting on her, and I had to admit that it looked that way. She said she’d be flattered if it was someone better looking, and while I looked on, she sent him a message pointing out that she was happily married and apologising if she’d given him the wrong idea.
That was the end of it, as far as I knew. She said he’d replied a bit awkwardly, promising to apologise to both me and her at the reunion, if we were still going and Claire wrote back that, of course, she wouldn’t let a misunderstanding stop her from going.
Out of the two of us, I’m the eldest by eighteen months, so although we went to the same school, I don’t know many of her old friends, other than a few looking vaguely familiar and a couple of them had names that I’d heard of, mostly because they had grown up and still lived in the same area as us. None of the select few that had made a success of themselves and moved away from our small town looked like returning to celebrate the fifteen-year reunion, so Claire felt comfortable enough to go. No one likes going to these things, only to feel intimidated or upstaged by all your old peers who’ve moved on to bigger and better things.
The date of the reunion came around pretty quick, as things seem to, the older you get. Claire was already getting ready by the time I got home from work, not surprising in the least as it takes her a couple of hours to get ready to go anywhere, even just to the local shop. She was wearing a cobalt blue dress that she’d bought especially for the occasion. It was just above the knee in length, showing off her smooth legs and showed a hint of cleavage on the top half. Her blonde hair was clipped up in a bun, showing off her neck and her make-up was gorgeous. Smokey eyes and lipstick in a shade of red that was bright but just on the right side of slutty.
“How do I look?” she smiled at me and did a little twirl.
I replied by wolf-whistling. “I’ll be the envy of every man there,” I said. “All the guys who didn’t ask you to prom will realise what a mistake they made.”
Claire blushed. When we first met, she told me that I was only her second boyfriend. She hadn’t been popular at school, being a late developer and your average awkward teen, braces on her teeth and a spotty complexion. She’d said that she dated a guy from school but not until she left and started college and that she’d lost her virginity to his much older best friend after they split up. A silly, drunken one-night stand. The guy had offered her a shoulder to cry on, one thing led to another and she ended up regretting it.
Then she met me a couple of months later and we hit it off right away. A year later we were engaged, then two years later we were married. I often worried that we’d settled down too young. She’d only had that one boyfriend and subsequent sexual experience, and I’d only been with two girls before her, but we were happy together and that was what counted.
I was intrigued to meet a few of her old school friends, just to see if I would remember a few faces and to see if it might bring back some fond memories. So, I wasn’t exactly dreading it, but I certainly wasn’t as excited as Claire. She’d gone from being barely vaguely interested about going, to really looking forward to it. In fact, the couple of days prior to the event, she’d talked about nothing else.
“I’m more worried that no one will remember me,” Claire said. “I look a lot different now to when I did back then. What do I do if no one says hello to me?”
“You reintroduce yourself,” I reassured her. “Don’t be shy. Just say hello to people that you recognise and I’m sure they’ll remember you. Or they’ll pretend to, at least the men will, with you looking like that.” I deliberately focused my attention on her cleavage.
“Stop it,” she giggled, “I’m being serious.”
“So am I,” I laughed back.
The venue was only a short drive away but we’d decided to arrive there fashionably late, so the event was already in full swing. The place was more lavish than I expected and was decked out in ribbons and bunti ng, plus dozens of old school pictures of the students and teachers stuck around on the walls. We made our way around the room after grabbing a couple of drinks from the bar, but didn’t find any pictures of Claire right away.
“Claire?” said a female voice from behind us, making us turn around.
“Steph!” squealed Claire. She hugged the tall brunette. Steph then paused and looked at me. “Sorry,” Claire apologised, “This is my husband, Paul.”
“Hi,” I shook her hand rather awkwardly because I never quite know what to say when meeting a woman. It doesn’t seem right to hug someone you don’t know, but handshakes always feel like something a man should do only with other men. “Nice to meet you.”
“Definitely,” Steph said, giving Claire a look. “Wow,” she said to my wife. “You’ve got yourself a hunk.”
“Thanks,” Claire smiled. “Don’t you remember him? He was a couple of years above us in school.”
“I can’t say I do, but it’s a good job you spotted him before I did,” Steph laughed. The two were obviously old friends. “It’s been such a long time. I wish we’d kept in touch.”
Claire nodded. “Me too. I didn’t really keep in touch with anyone from school.”
“Not even…” Steph started, then hesitated, flicking a quick look in my direction. “You know who? You dated a bit after school, didn’t you?”
“Ah, you mean Aaron.” Claire glanced at me.
“I’m sorry,” Steph began but I waved the apology away.
“It’s fine,” I reassured her. “We’ve been married too long for me to worry about things like old boyfriends.” It was true. Claire and I were rock solid.
“He’s the guy I was seeing before you. Don’t worry, darling. He’s not here.” Then she looked at Steph. “Is he?”
Steph laughed. She had beautiful bright blue eyes. “No, he lives down south now, I think. None of… that lot… are here, as far as I know.”
“That lot?” I had to ask.
“Aaron was one of the ‘bad boys,’ which is kind of why I liked him,” Claire explained. “He hung around in the wrong company. His crowd gave me a bit of a hard time at school. Anyway, let’s not talk about all that stuff. Let’s enjoy ourselves.”
With that, she waved her empty wine glass at me, and I went to the bar to get her a refill, leaving her to chat to Steph some more. On my way over, I walked past another board full of photos and almost walked right past but something must have caught my eye because I stopped and had another look at the picture top right. It took me a second to be sure, but yes, that was Claire. Her blonde hair was straight and long, her face was fuller and she didn’t have any makeup on, but it was definitely her. She was standing with a girl to her left, a tall lanky redhead, then three lads of various heights on her right. Behind her, with a hand on her shoulder was a much older moustached man, presumably a teacher.
I picked up a fresh beer for myself along with a glass of white wine for Claire and when I walked back to them, the old friend that had asked Claire out for coffee, Mark, had joined her and Steph.
“Paul, this is Mark,” Claire said, taking the wine from me and quickly sipping some.
“Hey,” he said, taking my hand and shaking it firmly. “Listen, I’m sorry about the misunderstanding before.” He was taller than I’d thought, but still chubby.
“It’s fine,” I shook his hand back, but squeezed a bit harder than I normally would have.
“Claire looks great,” he said, after extricating his hand from my grip. “You’re a lucky dude.”
“Thanks,” I said. “We’ve been married ten years now. You married?”
“Congrats,” he said with a genuine smile. “Nah. Divorced. But amicably, you know?”
I didn’t know, but I smiled politely and then Claire dragged me away to introduce me to another of her old school girlfriends, a freckled redhead called Nicola. Then pulled me in another direction to a short chatterbox called Christina.
An hour or so and several drinks later, Claire was having a great time, but it was all a bit much for me, so I told her to go mingle and decided to chill out for a while by the end of the bar with another beer. Steph saw me on my own and came over to join me for a drink.
“Claire seems really happy,” she said. “I’m glad. She deserved to find a good guy.”
“That’s a nice thing to say,” I replied and raised a glass. “To the class of 2001.” Steph joined in the cheers and then we sat and talked for a little while, until a group of people walked in the room. Three couples. I recognised at least one of the guys from the photo that I’d seen and forgot to tell Claire about.
“Shit,” I heard Steph mutter under her breath.
“Those guys. They weren’t supposed to be coming tonight. It’s the guys who caused a bit of bother for Claire.” She stood up and apologised. “Sorry. I better go tell her they’re here.”
“Shouldn’t I go?”
“No, it’s fine. I’ll handle it.” Steph said. “You finish your beer. I’ll find her and bring her over once I’ve warned her.”
I shrugged. It didn’t matter either way I suppose, and I was enjoying the beer. Probably the fifth one I’d had so far, and I could definitely feel its effects. The group approached the bar to order drinks and took seats right next to me. I was pretty sure two of the guys were the ones featured in the photo that I’d seen which was directly next to them now.
“Hey. Look at that picture,” I heard the tallest of the three guys say. “Me, you, Sam Gardener and that girl you were dating. What was she called now?”
Another guy, broad with a shaved head, peered at the picture. “That’s right, Claire, and oh, look, it’s Mr Broadhurst. The gym teacher.”
“Yeah. Hey, Aaron, I wonder if he’s here. And Claire, it’d be fun to see her again.”
Shaved headed Aaron looked around. “It sure would.” He was smirking and I wondered why. His gaze swept across me but didn’t stop. Of course, he had no idea who he was. “Tom, get drinks in for everyone. I’m going to have a look around.” He passed the tall Tom a twenty note and disappeared into the dancing crowd.
“Who’s Claire?” said the third guy, a tanned mediterranean looking fellow.
Tom nudged him subtly. “I’ll tell you once the girls have gone.” He ordered drinks, then waited until the three women that had accompanied them took their glasses and left in the direction of the dance floor, then continued. “She was Aaron’s girlfriend at school. I could tell you some stories about her.”
“Fuck yeah, man. There was this one time, we were all at the park and-” Tom had to stop for a second as the girls came straight back. I cursed under my breath. What was he about to say? Claire had always told me that she had only had a couple of boyfriends, and that while at school, none of the boys had ever been interested.
“What were you and Leo talking about, Tom?” said one of those girls. She put her arm through his and I noticed that they wore matching wedding rings, so I guessed she was Tom’s wife. Leo obviously hadn’t gone to the school so I wondered if his own partner had been a student instead.
“Just telling Leo a few old stories. Do you remember Claire that used to go out with Aaron? I can’t remember her surname now.”
“I didn’t know her,” she replied, “But I heard the rumours. I wondered why you suddenly shut up when I came back.”
What rumours? My mind was whirling now. Perhaps that’s all they were - rumours. Claire wouldn’t have lied about her past, would she? Right at that moment, I saw Claire and Steph emerge from the crowd, their eyes scanning the bar for me. If they came over and Tom saw them, that would stop them from saying anything further and while I knew that curiosity killed the cat, I really wanted to hear more before speaking to Claire about it. So, I quickly walked right past Tom, Leo and the girls and headed to the men’s room for a moment.
I emptied my bladder, and took my time in washing my hands, hoping that Claire and Steph would have walked off to look for me somewhere and after another few minutes, when I did walk out, the two women were nowhere to be seen. Tom and Leo were alone at the bar again, so I walked back up and ordered another beer, this time standing right at the side of them.
“She’s gone now,” Leo said, looking over his shoulder. “Who was the hot brunette with her?”
He must have been talking about Claire because Tom said that the girl was Steph. “They were best friends at school. Steph always stuck up for her, but Claire was just a magnet for trouble. She almost dragged Steph down with her. They fell out about it eventually but it’s nice that they’re friends again now.”
“So tell me what happened then,” Leo took a long swig of his beer. “It looks like the girls have deserted us, so we have all night and it’s gonna get boring otherwise.”
“There were three of us then,” Tom explained, “Aaron, me and a kid called Nick. Nick died in a motorbike accident a few years ago. Good guy.” He paused, his face sad for a moment. “Anyway, we were all really close. Hung about together every single day, until Aaron started seeing Claire. We missed him, so we told him to bring Claire out with us. We didn’t mind a girl hanging with us, you know?”
“It’s better than losing your friend.”
“Exactly. Plus, she wasn’t too hard on the eye, you know? Skinnier than she is now, long blonde hair, big tits.”
Leo laughed. “I imagine you loved it.”
“Yeah, especially when she and Aaron used to make out in front of us.”
“Just making out?” Leo raised an eyebrow.
Tom grinned. “Ha, you guessed where this story is going. Nah, Aaron used to do stuff. We’d pretend not to be looking, but you know how young guys are.”
“Stuff?” Leo questioned. This was getting interesting. I looked around. Still no sign of Claire. I wished that Tom would hurry the story up.
“We’d usually be in one of our bedrooms. Or occasionally in the park, or the woods. Somewhere reasonably private, you know. He’d get her tits out. Play with them. Finger her. Sometimes she’d give him head. Always while we were there. It was everything me and Nick could do not to get our dicks out and jerk off.” He laughed and took another swig of his beer. “She knew what she was doing. Claire was a fucking prick tease, if you ask me. She deserved what she got in the end.”
What the hell? This was not the innocent young teenager that Claire had always painted herself out to be.
“So, what happened?” Leo asked.
“Like I was saying, we were at the park. Aaron had already fucked her a couple of times by then, but never with us around. This time though, we’d all been drinking and smoking and she was pretty buzzed. One thing led to another and he ended up fucking her on the grass right in front of us. It was literally the most awesome thing I’d ever seen back then. I mean we’d seen her tits and pussy before, but seeing her fuck him was such a turn on.”
“I can imagine,” Leo said, prompting him to carry on.
My heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was going to jump right out of my chest. She’d lied to me. All these years. Why? I mean, I knew that the past is the past, but why lie? Unless she was ashamed of whatever happened next.
“So when Aaron told me to stick my cock in her mouth, I didn’t hesitate. I was so worked up.”
“Really? Did she stop you?” Leo said. The grin on his face was wider than ever.
“No way, man. She grabbed it and sucked on it like a lollipop. She loved it. Couldn’t get enough. Then when Aaron finished, he passed me another condom and when Claire said it was okay, I fucked her too. Then she did Nick after me. Honestly, she couldn’t get enough.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. This wasn’t happening. Tom was making it all up. He had to be. If he wasn’t, then it meant that not only had Claire lied about having no boyfriends, but she’d lied about losing her virginity to the older guy. Everything she’d ever told me could be a lie, as far as I knew. If what Tom was saying was true, that is.
“Fuck,” Leo said and signalled to the barman for another beer. “I went to the wrong school. There weren’t any girls like that at mine when I was younger.”
“It got better,” Tom continued. “After that, I met with her a couple of times for sex. Fucked her good as well. So did Nick. Aaron knew, but he didn’t mind. It was all just a bit of fun. Claire liked sex and we were all at that experimental age. Finding stuff out what you like and what you don’t - you know how it is. We had a good thing going, but then it all went wrong.”
“How do you mean?” Leo glanced at me. I wondered if he’d noticed that I was eavesdropping, so I turned the other way, but kept on listening.
I saw Steph walk across the room but luckily she never looked my way. Claire wasn’t with her. She was probably in the ladies room. I was going to ask her right out, as soon as she came back. I’d heard enough, but then Tom answered Leo’s question.
“Me, Aaron and Claire were in the gym at school. It was after school, if I remember correctly. We’d stayed behind to watch a game or something that Aaron’s brother was playing in. When it finished, we found ourselves alone in the gym, and well, it started as a dare.”
“Can’t you guess? We ended up fucking in the gym changing rooms. I was doing her from behind while she sucked Aaron and then Mr Broadhurst walked in. Honestly, I nearly died.”
“Oh my fucking god!” Leo spurted out a mouthful of beer as he laughed out loud.
“Yeah, you can imagine, can’t you? All three of us almost shit ourselves. We put our dicks away right away but poor Claire was totally naked. I’ve never seen anyone go so bright red. She looked like a tomato, trying to cover herself up while Broadhurst asked us what the hell we thought we were doing.
“So what happened?”
“We all got a suspension from school, but that was it. Broadhurst managed to keep it fairly quiet to save Claire’s reputation. A few rumours got out, but he managed to sweep everything under the carpet mostly. Everyone’s parents were notified, and Claire was grounded for ages afterwards. We never really saw her much after that. Broadhurst chaperoned her every night after school. A shame really. It was great while it lasted.”
“It sounds like it.” Leo smirked. “She looks so innocent in that photograph. How did that come about, all of you together?”
“That was the following day, I think. We were all called into a meeting together to discuss the initial suspensions and one of the parents, not involved in the incident, walked in the office, so we pretended we were just having a school meeting with the teacher. The mum thought it was cute and took a picture of it. Who thought that it’d be on the wall at a school reunion fifteen years later?”
Who indeed. My mind was racing. If it was a made-up story then it was extremely elaborate. It couldn’t be true. It just couldn’t. It was chinese whispers. There might be some truth in it. Perhaps Claire gave Aaron head, and the stories just grew from there. Got out of control. Became such that even the people spreading the rumours began to believe they were true.
“Hey, we’ve been looking for you.” Steph touched my arm, snapping me out of the trance I was in. Claire wasn’t with her. She sat next to me and ordered a glass of wine.
“I’ve been here all the time,” I said. “I went to the gents a while ago, but I’ve been here since. Where’s Claire?”
Steph quickly looked around, then put her hand on my arm. “I thought she was with you but don’t worry. The last time I saw her, she was talking to Christina and they said they were going to dance for a bit. I don’t do dancing, so I came looking for you. Claire said she was a bit worried where you were.”
“I need to talk to her.” I said after a moment. My jaw was clenched with tension and Steph must have noticed.
“Why? What’s up?” She had concern on her face, and when she looked over my shoulder and saw Tom, she almost grimaced, but hastily pinched off the expression before it began.
“I just need to talk to her. Can you go find her for me?” Steph stared at me. “Please?”
“Okay,” she said after a moment, then told me to watch her drink while she went to look.
After a couple of minutes though, she came back alone. “She’s just with Christina and Nicola right now, dancing still. She said to give her ten minutes or so, then she’ll find us. Okay?”
“Fine.” I drummed my fingers on the bar surface for a moment, but I couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Can you come with me for a minute? I need to ask you something.”
Steph glanced at Tom again, then back at me. “Yeah, sure. Do you want to go outside for a cigarette?”
“Whatever. I just need to talk.” I set off towards a nearby fire exit, but Steph quickly steered me towards the front door for some reason. “There’s more room on the front, away from prying ears,” she explained, whatever that meant.
I hadn’t smoked for years, but I was grateful for the offered cigarette when we got outside. Steph looked really nervous, and I had a feeling she knew what I was going to ask.
“I heard that Tom guy talking at the bar,” I started, deciding to just come out with it. “He was telling the other guy all about Claire when she was at school.”
“Really?” Steph let the grimace form fully this time.
“Claire told me that she was a virgin until college. That she’d only slept with one man before me.”
Steph’s face twisted as though she was in pain. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I’m sure she had her reasons-”
I didn’t want to hear excuses for Claire’s lies. If they were lies. I had to know. “Tom said he fucked her, and Aaron and some dead guy called Nick. That she was basically a bit of a slut at school.”
“Nick died?” Steph looked shocked.
I ignored the attempt at a subject change. “Is it true? Tell me, Steph. Or, I’ll find her now and ask her myself. Right in front of everyone.”
“No, don’t.” Steph grabbed my hands. “I don’t know exactly what you heard, but yes, what you’ve just said is basically true. Claire wasn’t a slut though, she was just young and-”
“Fuck. She lied to me.” I staggered backwards, and not just from the alcohol, until my backside hit a wall and then I slid down it until I was slumped on the floor.
“She had her reasons.” Steph said, sitting down next to me. “It was a bit of a scandal at the time. She was lucky that a teacher took her under his wing and protected her from it getting out into the general news.”
“Mr Broadhurst. Yeah, I heard that.”
“Would you have still dated her, those years later, if you’d heard that she was the school slut? Reputations count. Labels stick to people. She was ashamed of what she did, Paul. She wanted to pretend it never happened. That’s why she lied to you, I’m sure of it.”
That made sense, but it still hurt. I wished we’d never come here. All I wanted to do now was to collect my wife and head home. Then tomorrow, when my head was clearer and the hurt and anger had worn down, I’d talk to her about it.
“Thank you for telling me, but listen,” I said to Steph gratefully. “Can you go and tell Claire that I’m feeling unwell and want to go home?”
“Yes. Will you be okay out here on your own?”
“I’ll be fine. I promise.”
Steph left me there to finish the cigarette.
She’d only been gone for a minute when the chubby guy, Mark came lurching out of the door. He was drunk, and to the point of being barely able to stand up. He saw me and wobbled over, dropping down onto his haunches.
“Hi, Paul. You alright, mate?” he slurred, then screwed his face up into a weird smile. “The better man won. You deserve her.” Then he broke out into drunken laughter, and fell over onto his backside.
“You’re drunk, Mark. Get yourself off home.”
“They kicked me out!” he said incredulously. “I was just trying to tell them that someone was having sex around the back, but they wouldn’t listen. They just said I was drunk and threw me out.”
“You are drunk. Do you want me to order you a taxi?”
Mark’s face lit up suddenly. “Hey, it might be your Claire. She always was a bit of a naughty girl or so I heard. She’d fuck anyone. They even said she was screwing the gym teacher.” Then he managed to stagger to his feet and with a wave, he careered first into an adjacent wall before walking away up the road.
Someone was having sex? Around the back. Steph hadn’t wanted me to go that way, through that fire exit. Of course it wasn’t Claire but I had a sick feeling in my stomach as I stood up. Steph still wasn’t back. How long did it take to find someone and bring them out to their waiting husband? Especially after what had just happened.
I walked back into the venue, pushing through the crowd on the dancefloor. I could see Nicola and Christina dancing, but there was no sign of Claire or Steph. They also weren’t at the bar, or anywhere else that I could see, so I walked through the fire exit and looked over a little patio at the venue’s rear. There were several people out there smoking and drinking, but no still Claire or Steph. But then I saw someone standing at the far end of the patio, nearby to what looked like a small entranceway into a side building. As I walked down some steps and approached the person, I saw that it was Steph. The moment she saw me, her eyes widened visibly, then she quickly composed herself again and walked towards me, putting her hands out in front of her.
“Paul, she’s just doing a pee down that alleyway. She’s really drunk and needed to go urgently.” She laughed. “You need to take her home before she makes a fool of herself.”
Her laugh was forced. Something wasn’t right here. I looked over Steph’s shoulder but couldn’t see anything. “I’ll go and fetch her before she falls over then.”
I tried to walk past her, and when Steph grabbed me by the arm and tried to stop me, I knew something was definitely up. I shook her off and strode towards the alleyway but she caught up with me and pulled me to a stop again.
“Paul, please don’t.”
“What’s going on?” I hissed at her. “Is she having sex with someone?”
Steph’s eyes were full of tears. “I’m sorry, Paul. She’s drunk and Aaron can be pretty insistent. She asked me to keep you busy for a minute but I didn’t think-”
“You didn’t think?” I spat into the night air.
What the hell was I going to do? Walk down the alleyway and beat the shit out of this guy at a school reunion? Drag Claire out of here in front of everyone, and tell them all what she was really like? Hell, she probably did fuck the teacher too, like Mark said. I had no idea who my wife was right now and no idea how it was best to react. Every nerve in my body, every fibre of my being, wanted to push Steph off and sort the pair of cheating bastards out but something stopped me.
“I need to see it.” I bit back my anger and repeated it softly. “I need to see it.”
Steph’s eyes were wide with anxiety. Tears were streaking her cheeks black with mascara. She didn’t let go of my hand, but after a moment instead led me slowly and quietly down the alleyway. She looked around the dark corner and then beckoned me to do the same.
Claire was there. She was bent over. facing away from me. Her dress was up around her waist, her panties discarded on the floor nearby and Aaron was behind her, his trousers around his ankles as he fucked her.
I blinked several times, almost disbelieving what I was seeing. Was it really her? Or just another blonde in a cobalt dress that looked like her? My Claire was innocent. She’d been with one man, an older man before me and that was all. This couldn’t be her, but the naked breasts that had been pulled out of her dress and were swinging in rhythm with Aaron’s pounding looked just like hers. When the woman came, her moan sounded just like Claire’s. Then Aaron said, “Fuck yeah, Claire. You’re as tight as you always were.”
I stepped back. I could have watched until the end. It was entrancing. Painful. Hurtful. Confusing. But entrancing. I had no idea what to do or say. Did I just wait for them to finish? The urge to rush in there and kick the crap out of the guy had gone. I felt numb. And for some bizarre reason, incredibly horny.
Steph led me away, managing to avoid everyone by walking around the throng of people on the back patio. She lit me another cigarette and then lit herself one. We both sat on a small wall at the side of the venue, away from everyone.
“She said it was just this once. Once more, for old times’ sake.” Steph said. “She made me promise never to tell anyone.”
“But we’re married,” I said, pointing out the obvious. “Why would she do this?”
“Aaron’s really-” Steph hesitated, then shrugged. “Well, he’s really good in bed. He’s got a big… you know, and he’s just well…” she paused again, not knowing quite what else to say.
Aaron was broad and probably really ripped beneath the smart shirt and tie he was wearing. Was Claire really that shallow? To be sucked into cheating on her husband, just because someone was good looking - to be tempted from her husband that easily?
“How do you know he’s good in bed? Have you fucked him as well?” I shook my head, not really wanting to know the answer.
“Yes. We had a thing too, after Claire, but it didn’t work out. He was cheating on me the whole time. I bet he’s fucked half the girls in the room behind us. Maybe more than half.”
I felt like being sick. Why the hell did I feel so bad and yet so horny at the same time? I was confused. My mind couldn’t get rid of the image of Claire being fucked in the alleyway, plus I was imagining her in the gym, being spit-roasted by Tom and Aaron. The teacher walking in on them. What the hell was wrong with me?
“I never knew.” I sighed. “She never told me. I feel so stupid.”
Steph put her hand on my knee. It felt warm. The sky was fully dark now and the air out here was chilly.
“You’re not stupid,” she said softly. “You’re hurt. At least you didn’t do the macho idiot thing and get into a fight with him.”
“What the hell do I do now?” I asked. She hadn’t moved her hand. I looked at her for answers. Her eyes were still brilliant blue, lit by the moonlight, even though they were surrounded by tear-streaked black mascara.
“Calm down. Talk to her when you’ve sobered up, the pair of you. Sort out your differences. No knee-jerk reactions.”
“No knee-jerk reactions?” I chuckled miserably. “You mean like this?” Then I put my hand on hers, leaned in and kissed her.
Steph kissed me back. Just for the briefest of moments, she pushed her lips back against mine, but just as quickly she withdrew, exhaling sharply and pulling her hand away.
“Exactly like that. Don’t be crazy, Paul.” She gazed into my eyes. “Claire loves you. She never stopped talking about you all night. About how amazing you are. But then she got drunk and Aaron came over and I couldn’t get a word in edgeways after that.”
“It’s not your fault,” I conceded. No one could stop Claire when she wanted to do anything. She could be so headstrong. That was one of the things I loved about her. Her determination and downright stubbornness. Steph wouldn’t have been able to talk her out of it, no matter how hard she tried. It was my fault, for letting her out of my sight and letting her get drunk.
“I feel so bad for you,” Steph said. “But I really want you to work this out. I’m sure it’ll just be a one-time thing. Once Claire comes out, and finds us, pretend nothing’s happened. Try to move on from it.”
“How can I just pretend nothing’s happened?” I said angrily, but then quickly calmed myself down before anyone heard. “I guess he’s just a better man than me.”
“I’m sorry,” Steph apologised again. “Don’t listen to me. I’m no expert on relationships. Every man I’ve ever had has cheated on me. And no, he’s not better than you. You’re attractive, Paul. If you were single, I’d… No, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t say that.”
“Thank you,” I smiled ruefully. What a mess. I sat there, my head sinking into my hands until I felt Steph’s hand on my shoulder. When I looked up, her face was close to mine.
“If I let you fuck me, you’d be even, wouldn’t you?” she said quietly. “You wouldn’t need to finish it with her. I don’t want you to. She loves you and-”
What the fuck? Was she even being serious? This was surreal and crazy. I stood up and walked off before the night could get any weirder. I turned the corner into the rear patio and saw Claire standing there, looking around.
“There you are!” she called over to me. “Where the hell were you? I’ve been looking for you for ages.”
Yeah, sure you have, I felt like saying, but I didn’t. I looked her up and down as I walked over. Her dress was slightly rumpled and her hair wasn’t quite as perfect as it had been, but I wouldn’t have known that she’d just been fucked against a wall in an alleyway if I hadn’t just seen it with my own eyes.
“I was just talking to Steph,” I said truthfully. I looked over my shoulder but there was no sign of anyone. “I’ve been bad and had a couple of cigarettes.” I didn’t know what else to say. It suddenly felt like Claire was a stranger.
Her forehead wrinkled as it always did when she sensed something was up. “Are you okay?”
“I feel a bit ill, actually.” I did feel sick, and not just because of the cigarettes or several beers that I’d downed. My heart was still racing and I felt sweaty and anxious. How many people here knew what had gone on? Had Aaron gone into the venue and told his buddies? How could I face anyone?
Then Steph appeared from the fire exit door. I wasn’t sure how she’d gotten in and out, but she’d done it and managed to sort out her makeup at the same time. “There’s a taxi here, if you want to take it?” she offered. “I ordered it for me, but with you feeling ill, you can go first, if you like?”
“Thanks,” I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. I felt her arm around me and she whispered something into my ear but I didn’t hear properly and was in too much of a rush to ask her to repeat it. I wanted to get the hell out of here, so I grabbed Claire’s hand, pulled her through the venue and pushed her into the taxi before she could even protest.
She glared at me the whole way home, but didn’t say a word until we got through the front door at home. “What the hell was that all about?” she shouted. “You made me look like a right idiot, dragging me out like that!”
“Not as much of an idiot as you made me look.” I said calmly as I took off my shoes and undid my shirt. I had no idea how I was so calm, but I was. Which was the opposite of Claire. If looks could kill, I’d have been dead ages ago.
“What is that supposed to mean?” she stormed.
I stared at her in disbelief. Did she really think I didn’t know? Did she really think she’d gotten away with fucking her ex-boyfriend so blatantly while out with me? Was she going to just carry on as though nothing had happened?
“I think you know what I mean.”
“Seriously,” she practically screamed at me, “I have no fucking idea what you’re talking about. I was having a lovely night - we both were - then you go off like that just because you’re feeling sick.”
I’ve always loved angry Claire. The way she folds her arms. The way she stamps her feet. The mean look in her eyes when she glares at me. The way she chews her lip as she tries to control her temper. She was doing all of those things right now. Her arms were shoving her tits up, making her cleavage heave as she took big, deep, angry breaths. I noticed for the first time in the light of the living room that her lipstick was smeared. Some locks of hair had escaped the hairclips and trailed down her pretty face. I wondered if she’d remembered to put her panties back on. If he’d cum inside her.
“Well?” she demanded, pouting at me.
For some reason, the way she glared, her pout, her defiant attitude, it all came together and I found myself simply wanting her. Another man had fucked her tonight. Pushed her against a wall and took her. It should have appalled me but for some reason, all of my anger slid away, flowing from my heart and stomach into my groin and becoming something else. All I could think of doing right then, all I wanted at that moment, was to take my wife back. To reclaim her.
I walked over to her, and kissed her. Hard. She was a bit taken aback, her eyes widening, but then she kissed me back. Her arms wrapped around me, tugging at my shirt, lifting it up and over my head. I pushed her away but only to pull the front of her dress down, her smooth white tits falling free, and her hand went to my belt buckle, pulling it undone, followed by my zipper.
The dress came off and she had indeed put her panties back on, but I pulled them down, almost tearing them in the process while she yanked down my trousers and shorts, and grabbed my rock-hard cock. Within moments, we were fucking urgently on the sofa. Her pussy felt wet and tight but right at the moment, I didn’t care that it was because she’d already been fucked earlier this evening.
We managed to drag ourselves upstairs to the bedroom, carrying on the passionate fuck as soon as we fell onto the bed. As I came deep in her smoothly shaven pussy, she held me tightly and whispered into my ear. “I love you, Paul. I love you so much.”
How could I believe her? I desperately wanted to, but how could I? She’d lied to me for all these years, and fucked her ex-boyfriend behind my back, while I was standing just yards away. Who else had she fucked while we’d been married? What other secrets did she have?
She curled up in the crook of my arm, her head laying on my chest and her blonde hair now all loose, fanned out across me. She was asleep within moments, but I had too much on my mind to do the same. As angry and disgusted with her as I was, and as disillusioned and confused as I felt, I knew that I didn’t want to lose her. I still felt like I didn’t know who she was, not who she really was, but of course, she was still my Claire, my wife, and the person who up until a couple of hours before, I’d believed was my soul mate.
For some reason, as tiredness slowly started to take hold and I began to drift off to sleep, the last thing I remember being on my mind were images of her being fucked hard from behind in that alleyway, and the imagined ones of her as a young schoolgirl, sucking off and fucking her three male friends. I didn’t want to think of it, but I did.
And I dreamt of it. All night.
Part 2 to follow, or buy my book for the other 6 chapters in full.