Liz was late picking Brian up from the hotel.
She knew he'd be angry. He just didn't understand that doctors (she was a secretary to a medical specialist) often ran late and secretaries just can't leave patients when the doctor is consulting.
She parked the car in the hotel car park and got out.
Liz was a very attractive woman. She was 38, divorced mother of two teenagers and she kept herself in good shape purely by working hard at her two jobs. She'd be the first to tell you her bum was way too big and that her thighs were something she'd rather not talk about. The truth of the matter was that she was tall, with a full breasted 38D figure, trim waist, flat stomach, was extremely attractive, had a beautiful personality and exuded sensuality.
She walked to the door of the hotel. She hated going in there. She was always the recipient of the same course remarks and lewd stares, but Brian insisted she come in to pick him up.
"I'm not waiting outside for ya like some bloody loser," he'd say.
"But that hotel is just full of low life who make feel like some sort of whore when I walk in," she'd counter.
"But you are a whore sweetheart. You're my whore."
So she went and got the usual disgusting comments.
"Hey baby, looking for somebody 'cause I'm somebody and I've got a big one for ya."
"Hey spunky, want a seat? I gotta face ya can sit on."
More of these types of remarks, plus the guffaws, followed her as she made her way to Brian.
"Where the fuck have you been," he snarled at her. "It's huppast bloody six. You're supposed to finish at five. We've gotta drive up the bloody coast ya know."
"Brian, I've told you time and time again, doctors run late, and every Friday we have the same bloody conversation. Just finish your beer and we'll get going. I don't know what you're getting upset about; I'm the one who has to drive."
"Yeah, well it'd be nice to get there on time, just for once."
They headed off to the central coast. Brain making small talk and jokes at her expense.
She wondered why she was with him sometimes. Sure he was good looking in a rugged sort of a way but he never treated her nicely, always putting her down in front of others. She supposed the sex, when he wasn't drunk, was good. But even that had lessened over the past few months. She wasn't sure he wasn't getting it somewhere else occasionally.
They arrived at the caravan park on the bay, after stopping to get some liquor.
"Could you get me some Stollys and a bottle of wine please," she asked.
"Sure. Give us your money."
He was a mean bastard, she always had to pay for her own drinks.
She took all of the stuff out of the car and put it the van, the food and grog in the fridge while Brian grabbed a beer and went to the van next door to talk to his mates.
"Hey Lizzie," she hated being called Lizzie, "after dinner we'll play some cards with the guys, OK?"
"Whatever," she said, less than enthusiastic.
Liz prepared their dinner, as she always did, and had a few drinks whilst doing it. By the time dinner was finished she was feeling a little more relaxed and less uptight. She cleaned up the dinner table while Brian got the cards and things together.
He set up the card and drinks tables outside the van in the open grassed area.
The guys came over about 9.30, by which time Liz was very mellow and sipping on a glass of Verdelho, her favourite white wine.
Brian's best mate Swanny was the first in, gave Liz a peck on the cheek as he sat down. There was Alan, Liz didn't like him much, thought he was always trying to undress her with his eyes, and Alan's teenage son Paul.
She couldn't remember how late it was, or even why she agreed to it, but they were playing strip poker and she was down to just a G string. Liz wasn't sure why her nipples were extended. It may have been the cool night air or the fact she was just a bit turned on from the lustful looks she was getting from the men.
Young Paul was down to his boxer shorts, trying to hide his tent like erection. Swanny and Brian were both naked, their cocks at better than half mast.
Liz lost the next hand.
She started to slide off her G string whilst still sitting down.
"No. No," Chorused Brian and Alan, "You can see us all exposed. There's nowhere we can hide our cocks. We want to see your cunt!"
Liz boldly stood up and walked to where all the men could see her clearly. She slid the G string down over her hips, stood with her legs apart, hands on hips. Her clean shaven pussy bare as a baby's. Her outer pussy lips were parted revealing her inner lips noticeably wet and extended. It was obvious she was aroused.
"All happy now?" she questioned the group and sat back down.
She looked at Brian who, along with the others, now had a full on erection.
He smiled at her, but it wasn't a loving or sincere smile.
"Young Paul here has never had a fuck. Why don't you take him inside and fuck him!"
Liz just looked at him, incredulous, unable to speak.
Paul's face was beetroot red, but his obvious erection was still showing.
"Whatsa matter," said Brian "cat gotya tongue?"
Liz didn't know what to say, or do. All the men were looking at her.
"I don't think so Brian," she stammered.
"Why not? Here's yer chance to crack a virgin. You've never had a virgin. Have ya?"
"My husband was a virgin when I first met him," Liz reminded him coldly.
"Yeah, but you weren't, were ya. You were the right little slag. Rootin' your little heart out since you were fourteen."
Liz inwardly cringed, wishing she'd never disclosed these intimacies with Brian. But also never believing he would repeat them in front of others.
