For a start, there are numerous people like ourselves – fortunate enough to have enough money to be able to survive most economic situations and still maintain a comfortable standard of living. Secondly, there is always a good and varied social life, both indoors, with drinks or dinner parties and outdoors, with a good mix of sporting events. And thirdly, with so many like-minded people having time on their hands, there are numerous possibilities for illicit liaisons.
Over the ten years we had been living here, we had both taken advantage of more than one of the opportunities that had come our way – with the full knowledge and consent of the other. Most of the time though, Maggie and I were more than happy with our own company, both in and out of bed and, if I ever had to limit myself to just one woman for the rest of my life, it would undoubtedly be Maggie – because, rather than despite, I knew her body inside out.
From my own particular point of view, her body was perfect. My ideal female form is tall and slim, with breasts that are small but full. Long legs and a high, nicely rounded ass, complete the picture and if the owner has a face anything better than plain, I consider it a bonus.
Maggie had it all. She could not, in all honesty, be described as anything more than pretty – but what she may have lacked in facial beauty, she more than made up for in sheer sexiness. And then there was her body. Her nipples were so sensitive she could cum by just having them nuzzled. Her clean-shaven pussy was always wet when I got there and tasted fantastic while her pert little ass seemed to have been specifically designed to be fucked – something she generously allowed me to do whenever I wanted to. One or two of her lovers had been afforded the same privilege, too.
When Trevor announced the date of his annual free-for-all we grinned in anticipation. Trevor and Rebecca owned the largest house in the village. It was known as The Hall and came with a huge garden that eventually found its way down to a small lake. Although the lake was more or less public property, about half of the shoreline was privately owned and there were a number of little boathouses dotted around its shore. Trevor, of course, had the best one, complete with a studio above the sheltered mooring of his shiny cabin cruiser.
Now whenever Maggie and I go to any sort of social event, we always make a point of trying to find somewhere to have a quickie. Knowing that we're both looking for somewhere to sneak off to for a fuck, adds a little frisson of excitement to the occasion and, apart from having quickies on trains, boats and planes, we've also managed them in theatres, stately homes and, of course, at parties. Having one in Trevor's boathouse became an ambition the moment we learned he had had the place re-roofed and refurbished.
The day started with promise but, by mid-afternoon had clouded over and was threatening to rain.
'All the better,' Maggie grinned wickedly, as she looked through her dresses. 'Everyone will be inside. We’ll be able to slip down there without anyone noticing.'
In anticipation of the quickie, she chose a light, summer dress that swirled around her calves and a pair of flat shoes. Her underwear stayed neatly folded in a drawer. I opted for a shirt, a loose pair of cotton trousers and a pair of loafers. Like Maggie, I didn't bother with underwear, or socks.
The light rain that was falling as we left our house, stopped just before we pulled into Trevor's drive, although from the look of the clouds, the respite was only temporary. Maggie squeezed my arm as we walked to the door.
'Let's give it an hour or so,' she murmured. 'We'll have a drink or two and then slip away.'
As ever, Trevor and Rebecca had spared little expense. The large entrance hall served as the bar and general meeting area, the party atmosphere enhanced by a largely unnecessary log fire blazing away in the huge fireplace. In another room, a constantly replenished buffet was available for whenever a guest felt hungry. Another room had been cleared for dancing and already the disco was thumping away. Yet more rooms were available for the guests to sit and converse. All in all, there appeared to be about a hundred of us. Many from the village, many more from further a-field.
I shook hands with Trevor and gave Rebecca a kiss on each cheek. Then, as she turned away, I gave her a quick pat on her ass. She threw a grin at me from over her shoulder.
'What is he like?' she laughed to Maggie, who was just emerging from Trevor's embrace. 'What are you feeding him on?'
'Whatever it is, I want some,' Trevor grinned, slipping his arm around Maggie's waist.
Rebecca rolled her eyes at me.
'You've already had some,' she told him sternly, leaving me unsure as to whether she meant he had had sex before the party or was referring to the occasion when he and Maggie had enjoyed their own little party. 'As for you,' she continued, looking up at me with a smile in her big brown eyes, 'one of these days I might just surprise you . . . '
With that she turned to greet two couples who had come in behind us. Trevor reluctantly released Maggie and we went to get ourselves a drink.
'When shall we slip away?' I asked her.
'It’s four o'clock now. Why don't we meet back here around five and then go see what the boathouse is like?'
I grinned and gave her a quick kiss of farewell. I spent the next hour drifting through the house, chatting to those I already knew and meeting one or two I'd like to get to know. There were some very attractive women present, not all of them guarded by a possessive partner so I indulged in a little light flirting while I waited for five o'clock to come around.
And arrive it did. I was already in the hall and once again was able to admire the sensual way Maggie moved. I had to half turn towards a wall to avoid advertising my growing erection. Maggie, of course, had noticed it immediately and grinned knowingly.
'Ready?' she murmured seductively. 'Because I'm looking forward to seeing the inside of that boathouse – especially the ceiling!'
Giggling like naughty school children, we slipped out of a side door and made our way down the garden towards the lake, before tip-toeing up the outside staircase of the boathouse as though the surrounding trees were full of people listening out for us.
'What if it's locked?' I whispered, my hand on the handle.
'If it is, we do it right here,' she whispered back. 'But why would Trevor lock it?'
As it happened, the door was unlocked and we stepped in and closed the door before realising another couple had beaten us to it. They were sitting on the wide, bench seat that ran under the full width window at the lake end of the room. Clearly though, they hadn't come to admire the view. They were kissing passionately, he with a hand under the woman's blouse, she with one of hers down the front of his trousers.
I looked at Maggie; she looked at me and then we turned to leave.
'Hey, don't go on our account,' the woman said, sounding more amused than embarrassed.
'I guess you had the same idea as us,' the man added.
'Sure they did,' she said, staring pointedly at the front of my trousers.
'Yeah, well, sorry about that. We'll, er, leave you to it,' I said, as casually as I could.
'Hey, don't go. You could do us a favour,' the woman said.
'We could?' Maggie blinked.
'Absolutely. The thing is, we brought our camera to take a few pictures. It's got one of those delayed shutter releases, only this little table's too low – all we're getting pictures of is our knees.'
'You want us to take some pictures while you, er . . . ?'
'Fuck? If you don't mind,' the woman said brightly. 'I mean, that's why you're here, right? Well, it'd be really fun to have some pictures to look back on.'
For a moment Maggie and I just stared at each other, not quite believing two complete strangers not only intended to continue having sex in front of us, but also wanted us to record the occasion on film (or memory-card). Maggie recovered first, her eyes shining with mischief.
'Sure. This could be fun. I've always wanted to shoot a porn movie.'
'There won't be enough memory for a movie,' the woman sighed regretfully. 'If we'd known you were available, we'd have brought a video camera.'
'Julie loves seeing herself on film,' the man explained. 'We've got any number of shots of her masturbating, sucking dick and fucking.'
'But always with the camera on a tripod. Finally we can get some close-ups and different angles,' Julie said excitedly.