Tom still wasn't sure if the offer to fuck Hazel whenever he liked was genuine or made in the heat of the moment. Returning from work the next day he collared me going up the stairs. "Hi Tony, I just wanted to say thanks for last night, it was unbelievable, that little wife of yours in so sexy."
We went into his flat and over a couple of beers I told him the whole story. "Seems like you've got two choices, join in and enjoy or ditch her and find someone new." "Yeah, I know. I have to admit, it does turn me on watching her behave like a slut but at the same time I feel hurt that I'm not enough for her anymore. I still owe the bitch for what she made me do with that fucking Barry."
Tom thought for a while as we drank our beers. "You know, old Charlie's missus, that's the one me and boys used to fuck, well, she was a bit like Hazel, couldn't get enough cock and would fuck anything in trousers. At first, when Charlie found out he was furious, he beat her up real bad and she ended up in hospital. Fortunately she didn't press charges, instead, she fucked all the male nurses and doctors she could and made sure Charlie knew about it. Apparently, one night he went to visit her and found her in a private room with three guys going at her. He took the attitude; if you can't beat 'em, join them. It worked for them, they had a good marriage up until she died a couple of years ago; we still talk about at our reunions.
"So what you saying, let her get on with it and just enjoy it?" " Basically, there's not much else you can, apart from ..." Tom stopped for a minute, "go on, apart from what?" "Well, there was one time when me, Charlie and some of the lads fucked her so bad she couldn't take any more, really made her think and put her off sex for a least a month. In fact, I think she would have stopped completely only Charlie missed the fun and started her going again." "You think that would work with Hazel?" "How many cocks she had at one time?" "two, no three including me," "and how many do you think she could take in one session, a gang bang?" "Search me, she seems insatiable but I guess she must have her limits."
We discussed the idea for some time before Tom came up with a suggestion. "Tell you what, I've got a regiment reunion next week, there's about 20 of us left, mostly retired but all fit and healthy, we're no studs but there should be enough of us to sort Hazel out, what do you think?" It sounded good to me, 20 old boys fucking the arse of her; that should teach the bitch a lesson.
The reunion was to be held in a private room above a pub, I would tell Hazel we were going to a party and take it from there. As usual, it didn't take any persuasion to get her to dress sexy and by 8.30 we were on our way. When we arrived I was surprised to see a number of other women in the hall and at least 40-50 guys. I found Tom and asked what was going on. "Don't worry, some of them are wives or girlfriends, they'll all be gone by 11 at the latest, I know the landlord so once he's locked up he'll come and join us.
Hazel enjoyed the evening flirty with the old soldiers and chatting to some of the women, she had no idea what was in store for her. Sure enough, last orders was called and most of the people made their way out, Tom and his mates stayed behind. "Shouldn't we be going then?" Hazel asked, "No, the Landlords invited us to stay on for a special party treat for Tom," I lied. "Oh, I love surprises, what sort of party treat?" She was obviously a little tipsy and the thought of something special happening excited her imagination. "You'll just have to wait and see."
We all waited quietly as the Landlord locked up. Hazel was busy being chatted up by a couple of the guys and hadn't even noticed she was the only woman left. "I see you've met my sexy little lady friend," said Tom, sidling up beside her and patting her on her mini skirted rump. "Tom," Hazel chided, making a pretend effort to remove his hand. "She loves it really," Tom said, now playing with one her tits through the silky blouse. Hazel wasn't sure what to do, "Tom," she whispered, "everyone's looking."
Tom now started to undo the blouse, button by button. "C'mon, you told me you liked being a slut, don't you want my friends to see what a good little slut you can be?" "Tom ..." It was no use and suddenly the realisation of the situation hit her like a brick. With Tom pulling her blouse wide open exposing her black bra, Hazel stood there, looking round the room at all the eager faces. Next the mini skirt was unzipped and dropped to the floor leaving her in bra, panties, stockings, suspenders and high heels. "Now, your going to walk round the room and introduce yourself to everyone," Tom said, patting her behind to send her on her way. She tottered over to the nearest guy and looking back at Tom said, "hello, I'm Hazel." "No, no, no," said Tom, "you tell them what you are, you say, hello, I'm Hazel, Tom's slut."
The colour drained from her cheeks, she really wasn't expecting this. "Go on, we haven't got all night." There was complete silence in the room and she turned back to the guy and said in a low voice, "Hello, I'm Hazel, Tom's ... slut." A big cheer went up from the guys. "Well Tom's slut," the guy said, "you'd better show us what you can do." She went round the room or was rather pushed from guy to guy, each one grabbing a handful of tit, arse or pussy as she went. I lost sight of her for a short while but when she re-immerged both tits were hanging out of her bra and her panties had completely disappeared.
