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The next morning dawned grey but the weather forecast called for clearing skies. The cottage had a fully equipped kitchen but they hadn?t stopped for supplies so they drove into town in search of coffee and breakfast. As they toured through the town, they passed a pub called The Merryfellow Inn. Recalling Diana?s text he suggested to Anne that they go there for supper that night. Sure, it?s probably as good as any, she replied. Usually, when they travelled, they tried not to eat in restaurants or pubs every night, preferring to make their own meals when they could.They found a café and then visited a grocery store to pick up a few things for their stay. Anne thought that having an aisle with beer, wine, and spirits right in the store was a great idea and lamented that they had to go to a separate store at home to buy such things. They went back to the cottage to put away their supplies and make a plan for the day.After a nice day of sightseeing and a lengthy hike, they made their way back into town, arriving at the pub at about a quarter to seven. Diana had texted him a photo of what she would be wearing but he didn?t have a photo to share with her. Stopping outside the pub, he asked a lady who was passing by to snap a photo of them both standing in front of the sign. He sent it to Diana as Anne was in the restroom and waited impatiently to see how the evening would develop.He saw Diana enter the pub with a man he assumed was her husband. He was taller than Steve and rather handsome. As they passed their table, Diana said, ?Excuse us,? rubbing her bottom along his arm as she passed. ?Sorry, it?s a bit of a tight squeeze in here, I?m afraid.? She smiled and moved on to their table. Shortly afterward, he heard her husband ask the barman if it would be okay for them to move to a table outside.?What do you think, honey, would you like to eat outside?? She agreed and he told the barman they would be moving outside as well. There were about a half-dozen or so tables in what looked like a backyard-type setting. Diana and her husband were sitting in one corner; she wiggled her fingers at them as they chose a table nearby.?She seems friendly,? said Anne, noticing the little wave. She waved back before looking at her menu.As both couples ate, they exchanged glances and smiles but nothing yet was said between them. Their conversations could be heard across the tables and while they thought nothing of it, those around them could tell they weren?t locals. As their dinner plates were taken away,* Diana leaned toward them.?Excuse me,? she said, ?I don?t mean to intrude, but are you two from America???No," replied Anne, ?Canada, Nova Scotia on the east coast. We?re on vacation.??How lovely,? replied Diana. She looked at her husband and he nodded, knowing exactly where her mind was going. ?Would you like to join us??Steve and Anne exchanged a look and shrugged. ?Thank you,? he said, "we?d love to.? They took their drinks over to where Diana and her husband were sitting. ?I?m Stephen, Steve to my friends. This is my wife, Anne.??Diana,? she said, ?my husband, Richard, Rick to our friends.? They shook hands. ?You have such soft skin, Anne,? Diana said running her fingers along the back of her hand.?Thank you, Diana,? she said. She reached into her purse and pulled out a small vial of hand cream and showed it to Diana. ?I use this, keeps them from drying out.? She offered it to her to try which Diana accepted.?That feels lovely, thank you,? she said. Offering her hand to her güvenilir bahis (http://www.kejva.com/) husband to feel, he agreed. *?I wonder if you can get that in the UK?" he mused. Anne looked at Steve and raised her eyebrows. She had always had a weak spot for men with deep baritone voices and Rick?s certainly fit the bill. His speech was accented differently than Diana?s.?I love your accent,? she said, ?is it local?? She had learned from their travels that there were many variations of the English language spoken here, each with its own uniqueness.?I?m from the Northeast, near Newcastle,? he said. Anne said that they had just been to Newcastle and that they had enjoyed their visit.?Did you go over to South Shields?? he asked. ?That?s where I grew up,? Anne explained that her reason for wanting to visit some of the cities and towns they?d been to was because of her fascination with British crime shows.?Vera was from South Shields,? Anne replied, ?how could I not go there.? They all laughed together. ?I know it?s a bit silly but people sometimes do silly things when they?re on vacation.??No, not silly at all,? said Diana. ?If I ever get to Canada, I want to have my photo taken with a real live Mountie! They look so handsome in their red tunics and their hats.??She has fantasies about Mounties, I think,? said Rick; three of them laughed but Anne did not. ?I?m sorry,? he said, ?did I offend you???No, no,? she stammered. ?It just surprised me a little that you would mention fantasies to someone you barely know.? She tried to hide her face but Diana was having none of it. She reached out and placed a finger under Anne?s chin, lifting her face back up.?I am sorry, Anne, really. We didn?t mean to offend you.? She held Anne?s hand and squeezed. ?My husband sometimes forgets to turn on his filter.??It?s all right,? she said, squeezing Diana?s hand right back. ?I?m a big girl, I can take it.?The conversation moved on to other topics and inevitably, golf came to the forefront.?Would you like to play tomorrow?? Rick asked. ?I have a regular foursome but one of the lads is away. I?m sure I can get you in with us if you?d like.? Steve looked at his wife and she nodded. ?Perfect!? he said. Let me just touch base with the others.? He took out his phone; Anne caught a glimpse of the screensaver: it was a photo of Diana in a swimsuit that left little to the imagination.?If you?d like,? said Diana, ?while the boys are off whacking their balls around, we could go shopping! There are a couple of little shops I like that I could show you.??That sounds wonderful,? said Anne. ?How very typical, the men go off to play golf and the women go spend their husbands? money!??I wouldn?t have it any other way!? hooted Diana.Before they knew it, the barman was calling for last orders. ?Wow, time really does fly when you?re having fun,? said Anne. ?I?m so glad you invited us to sit with you, I really enjoyed this evening.? She reached out to shake their hands but they were having none of it. Rick got up and embraced Anne in a warm hug that lasted somewhat longer than Anne had been expecting. He released her with a kiss on the cheek and Diana moved in.?I?ll meet you at the golf course,? she said. ?Bring an appetite and your husband?s credit card!??I have my own credit card, thank you very much!? Anne said. It was true; of the two of them, she made considerably more money than Steve. They hugged one last time and then kissed each other on the cheek. ?Are you sure you?re okay to drive?? she asked Rick.?We?ll güvenilir bahis siteleri (http://www.kejva.com/) catch a taxi,? he answered. ?We?re actually close enough to walk but I don?t feel like it. I?ll walk down and get the car in the morning.?Anne and Steve went to the bar to pay their tab only to find that it had already been paid. Steve went back out to protest but their companions were gone, having slipped out a small gate in the corner of the garden. "I?ll just have to even things up tomorrow after golf,? he said.Just as they arrived back at the cottage, Steve?s phone pinged; it was Diana saying that they?d had a lovely time and were looking forward to them all getting together again. Having been careful to delete the previous conversations he?d been having with Diana, he showed the phone to his wife. She smiled and took it from him, replying to her text that they had really enjoyed themselves and were looking forward to the next day. Not as much as we are! came the reply.?I wonder what that means?? asked Anne absently as she passed the phone back to her husband. Switching it to silent mode, he plugged in the charging cord and went to take a shower. He was joined moments later by his naked wife.?So what do you think of them?? she asked.?I like them, they?re very nice,? he answered.?Diana is rather pretty,? she mentioned casually, ?and so thin. I wish I had her figure.??She is pretty,? he conceded. Of course, he knew a little more than his wife did about Diana?s figure, she having shared some rather intimate photos of herself with him during their lusty chats. ?But I like your figure better!? His hands moved to her breasts, which were much fuller than Diana?s. ?What about Rick, do you think he?s handsome???I suppose,? she conceded, ?If you like tall and muscular.? Turned so he could wash her back, ?He?s got a rather nice voice,? she mumbled.*?I knew it, I could see you squirm when he spoke!? Steve said, wrapping his arms around her. ?You got turned on, didn?t you???Maybe,? she said quietly, ?a little.? She turned back and took his cock in her hands, soaping it up and stroking it. She knew what was coming next.?You?re thinking about him right now, aren?t you?? he said as she slowly slid her hands over his shaft. ?You?re curious if he?s as big as you think he is?? Anne was no size queen but she sometimes wished her husband was a little bigger than he was. She had a toy to fill her up but she knew it was no replacement for the real thing.?Maybe,? she conceded again. ?But you are plenty for me, I?ve always told you that.? Her hand began moving faster over his shaft.?Maybe, but you can?t deny it, you want someone bigger,? he teased her. ?It?s okay, wanting isn?t doing. You can let your fantasies run free, you know that.? His hand went between her legs, she was slick and not from the soap. ?I knew it!? he said leaning in to whisper in her ear. ?You can say it, come on, admit it, you?d like to fuck him, wouldn?t you? You can tell me, admit it, you want him!??Stop it,? she panted, ?I don?t want to fuck him, but I can dream about fucking him, can?t I???Dream all you want, baby!? He grasped her wrist, ?Not yet. Let?s wait until we get into bed. In the meantime?? He handed her a small vial that he had retrieved from his travel kit. ?Delay gel,? he said, handing it to her. ?Put some on and rub it in, then wipe your hands.??What?s that do?? she asked.?Keeps me from coming too quick. It takes about fifteen minutes to have full effect.??Oh, right,? she said. She applied a iddaa siteleri (http://www.kejva.com/) few dabs to his shaft and head and rubbed it in so he was completely covered. She wiped her hands clean and lay back so he could continue arousing her.?Mmmmmm, nice,? she moaned, his fingers pressing on her clit. They restrained themselves as they finished showering and drying themselves off. Steve got into bed first but Anne spent a little more time in the washroom. When she came out, he saw she put on her silk camisole; it was soft pink and hung just below her freshly trimmed bush. She pulled the covers all the way back and, pushing her husband to the side, laid a clean towel on the bedsheet. ?No wet spots for me tonight!? she said.She cuddled up to him and they began kissing. ?So, what about you, do you think Diana is hot???I?m not sure ?hot? is the word I?d use,? he lied. In truth, he thought she was very, very hot, particularly when she wore that pink lingerie that he had seen in her pictures.?What word would you use then?? she asked, teasing him.?Sexy,? he answered. ?Very sexy. I?ll bet she has secrets, deep secrets that she was bursting to share.??Why do you think that?? she asked.?It?s just like she seemed to be holding back all night, dying to say something but not ready to reveal that something about herself.? He had to be careful not to let on that he and Diana had been chatting for a couple of months and that Anne would likely disapprove of the content of those chats.?Maybe you?re right,? Anne said. ?There?s something behind that smile. It?s a very pretty smile, isn?t it?? He could tell she was working toward asking him the same question he had asked her.?She has a lovely smile,? he said. ?And she?s very easy to talk to, don?t you think???Mmmmm, she is.? She took his wrist and guided his hand to her wetness. ?Would you like to fuck her?? There it is!?Maybe,? he said. ?If I weren?t married and saw her in a pub, I?d probably try to pick her up.??But you are married,? she said, parting her legs wider. ?So I ask you again, would you like to fuck her???Only if you were watching,? he replied as he slipped a finger inside her. Her moan gave her away; she was aroused not just by his fingers but also by the thoughts of watching him fuck their new friend and of watching her do the same.?Mmmmmm,? she moaned a little louder. He felt her hand on the top of his head, urging him lower. He paused to tease the sensitive spots on his way down, a lick here, a nibble there, a nip along the edge of her ribcage that made her squirm every time. He traced his lips along the smooth edge of her trimmed mons, feeling the soft, fine hair against his cheek as he moved closer to paradise. ?Stop teasing!? she commanded him, wanting so badly to feel her clit wrapped in his mouth with his tongue flicking it quickly. The insides of her thighs were next to receive his attention, little kisses down one and up the other, then down and back again as she writhed under him.?Dammit, Stephen!? she only called him by his full name when she was frustrated with him. He relented and took her pink hood into his mouth, clamping his lips on her and suckling, his tongue dancing across the little nub underneath. ?Mmmmm, that?s what I?m talkin? about!? she purred. After a moment she said, ?In the nightstand, the big one!?He disengaged her long enough to reach into the drawer and fumble around until he felt the rubbery texture of her toy. Moving back down to her pussy, he licked it once, a long slow lick up its length before rubbing the head against her opening to lubricate it. Teasing her some more, he ran its length along her clit, knowing that she both loved and hated the sensation. ?Please!? she begged, reaching down to grab it but he kept her hands away.