This story follows on from My Girlfriend's Dirty Past part 6.
We had a quiet afternoon on the beach just swimming and dozing and a few drinks in the evening and the next day we slept in a bit late and wandered down to the showers to wake up at about 10.30am. I came out before Helen and sat down on the grass waiting for her. Suddenly I heard a whiney voice calling my name from my left and I looked over to see Harold and Graham, still in their appalling clothes smiling at me although Graham I was shocked to see was wearing what looked to be some awful dark blue faded football shorts which were too small for him, it looked like he had had them for donkey's years. I stifled a laugh and smiled as best I could, not really overly keen on seeing them again and managed a half-hearted wave. They stopped in front of me peering down, Harold staring through his thick glasses and said,
"Is Helen with you?"
"No, she's having a shower."
"Oh, having a lovely scrub down no doubt!"
Said Harold, as they both laughed thinking this was somehow hilarious. They still both creeped me out rather, and it was still difficult to think about what she let them do to her the other night, photographing her naked and then both fucking her. I didn't really know what to say to them as they made me feel really uncomfortable but was saved when Helen emerged from the shower units looking fresh in a short yellow summer dress with thin shoulder straps and her bare feet in sandals. She looked genuinely pleased when she saw Graham and Harold which irritated me a bit, smiling brightly and waving,
"Hi guys, how are you?"
They both turned and beamed a creepy smile each at her as Graham spoke,
"All the better for seeing you darling, you are looking gorgeous! Good enough to eat, again!"
As all three of them began laughing, and she leant in and kissed them both on the lips, which made me a bit more uncomfortable.
"Hey, let's all go for a coffee!"
Said Helen brightly, as they readily agreed.
"Come on Steve, we need caffeine."
Reluctantly I hauled myself up and followed to the little cafΓ© as Helen squealed briefly as Graham pinched her arse as we went in, cheeky sod. It was clear that they felt they could do pretty much whatever they felt like, and Helen seemed to be enjoying the attention as usual. Harold insisted on buying the coffees and we sat outside with our drinks on one of the picnic benches. I sat opposite Helen next to Graham, and Harold sat next to Helen.
"Thank you so much for coming over the other night, Helen, we had a wonderful time!" Said Graham.
"Oh that's OK, I really enjoyed it too!" Said Helen smiling away.
"Really! That's good, so did we!" Said Harold, "We were hoping you might come over again actually, perhaps later today after lunch, about 2.00pm, we have a couple of old friends coming over and they would love to meet you!"
My ears pricked up at this, they really were pushing their luck I thought, and who the fuck were these friends I wondered, until Helen asked,
"Oh, really, that would be great, but who are these friends and how do they know about me?"
"Oh, Doug and Frank from the camera club, they were really impressed with the photos and said they would love to meet you, in the flesh, so to speak."
The three of them laughed at this and I could sense that Helen was getting excited again, but in spite of everything that had occurred over our holiday I was still struggling to feel comfortable with these two guys.
"How did they see the photos?" I asked, slightly concerned.
"Oh, we generally share all out work with our club members, it helps to receive a critique of one's work." Explained Harold.
"So you just sent all the nude photos of Helen to all your members?" I said a little incredulously.
"Yes, well not all of the photos, a nice selection, some of the more exciting ones I suppose you could say."
My mind was racing again with thoughts, questions,
"Erm, so how many people are in your club?" I asked, still a bit taken aback.
"Oh, it's quite a select group of gentlemen, so not many."
"How many?" I insisted, already noting mentally that it was just 'gentlemen' in the club.
"14."
"Christ, you sent Helen's naked pictures to 14 men!"
I said a bit pissed off. I threw a glance at Helen who was just smirking, her shoulders shaking a little as she giggled, clearly thinking it was quite funny.
"12 actually, and then there is me and Graham, we always share our work for an open critique." Repeated Harold.
"An open wank more like!" I said indignantly.
"It is up to each member how he chooses to view each work!"
Said Harold, sounding like he almost meant it! Helen interrupted our conversation steering us away a little from a potential argument,
"So did they mention which ones they liked in particular?" Sounding genuinely curious.
"Oh, yes!" Said Harold, "they both mentioned the banana one, and so did most of our members!"
And the three of them chuckled conspiratorially.
"What was the banana one?"
I said confused for a moment. Helen cleared her throat, and looked down at the table in a rare moment of apparent coyness and spoke,
"I was on the bed, naked, with my legs spread wide, and Graham put a banana up my pussy."
"Christ, you didn't mention that!" I said,