I suppose there are always a few people who can remember where they were on any particular date, maybe a birth or some personal crisis.
June 26th 1996. The day that England played Germany at Wembley in the semi final of Euro '96. At it's very mention, there are those of middle aged who will stare briefly into the distance and recall the echoes of pains they thought long since forgotten.
Anthony and Rebecca Strong were guests at a wedding and might have thought that their abiding memories would be of the wedding and perhaps of some mild but lingering resentment of having missed England almost certainly beating Germany.
Around the time that Alan Shearer put the goal in the back of the German net, Anthony and Rebecca were feeling light headed, too much champagne on a warm summers evening. They were sitting at a table in the very far corner of an enormous marquee, built around the bubbling garden fountain on the lawns of Highfield Castle in the heart of Gloucestershire.
'Mind if we join you?' the man had asked as they flopped down beside them. It was less of a question than a statement of intent.
Rebecca had watched them dancing for an least an hour, and had been captivated by their apparently unlimited energy and sense of fun. They'd glanced over many times and tried to encourage her and Anthony to join them.
He must have been about 45, tall, greying hair, piercing blue eyes and the physique of a man who either worked hard or looked after himself well. She was about the same, mid forties, her brown hair tied neatly back in a pony tail, and eschewing the conventional wedding attire for a light summer dress worn for comfort and with confidence.
'Hello, I'm Paddy and this is Charlotte. We were trying to get you two to dance with us, we saw you earlier and you seemed to know what you were doing. You both looked great up there.'
It was nice to hear. They'd taken a course of dancing lessons in preparation for their own wedding just a few months before. It was true that they were both in peak condition. Anthony had recently completed a physically demanding selection course for a special command posting, and at just 28, was one of the youngest Met officers ever to be selected. Rebecca was an outdoor pursuits teacher and riding instructor for children experiencing emotional difficulties.
'I'm Rebecca, but most people call me Becca. This is Anthony. They just call him Anthony. You two must dance a lot together, you moved so beautifully, it was as if you you were joined together somehow. I hope you don't mind me saying but it looked really sexy'.
'Oh now, you know how to make a woman feel special Becca!' Perhaps it was the effect of the drink but neither Rebecca not Anthony flinched when she took Rebecca's face gently in her hands and kissed her softly on the lips. Rebecca flushed red but didn't resist as Charlotte took one hand in hers and almost absent mindedly began to stroke intertwine their fingers beneath the tablecloth.
Not quite sure what to do, Anthony turned to small talk. 'So how do you know Terry and India then Paddy?'
'India is my niece, my sisters daughter. I'd say, judging by the look of you, you work with Terry. You have the look of the job about you' . His look said that this was something he already knew and that some common bond was firmly established and trust guaranteed.
'But India's Uncle owns this Castle. Oh. Oh I see'. You're that Uncle!'
Charlotte, with the same wide eyes and easy smile that had already smitten Rebecca, now captivated Anthony, whispering 'Lord Patrick and Lady Charlotte Kinloss Ffrench Pierce at your service, and we are very very, very pleased to meet you two'. This time, her kiss was soft and slow on Anthony's cheek, though all the time she never let go of Rebecca's hand, squeezing it a little more as she kissed her husband.
It was Paddy who broke the ice. 'Ah, look, we've had a bit to drink and we get a bit horny and flirty sometimes. We saw you two earlier and we fancied you immediately. If we're making you feel uncomfortable, please just tell us and we'll get lost straight away'
This time it was Rebecca that squeezed Charlotte's hand as she quickly said 'No, you're not making us feel uncomfortable at all, are they Anthony?'
Anthony could see in her eyes a look of excitement and exhilaration, fear and desire.
That beautiful evening light that photographers like to call 'the golden time', fell across Rebecca's face and such was her beauty at that moment that he would have sworn that his heart had actually missed a beat.
They'd been together since they were eighteen and though they'd never been with anyone else, like most confident and open minded couples, they'd had conversations about playing around with another couple sometime.
'Not at all' he said as calmly as he could, hoping that no-one else was aware of how fast and hard his heart was beating.
'We're not entirely sure what's going on here though. Are you...' he paused whilst he weighed up the suitability of the word..'do you want to...I mean...would you like to...'.
Charlotte came to his rescue 'It's probably a yes to all of those questions, but only as long as you both feel comfortable. Becca, would you like to come with me for a moment?'
Rebecca went to stand up, but Charlotte disappeared under the table cloth, pulling her with her.
'You're a very beautiful woman you know'. This time, it was Rebecca who leaned into kiss the older woman. She opened her mouth just enough to allow Charlotte's lower lip to pass over hers.
'OK, shall we get these two interested?' She reached forward and found her husbands zipper and in a moment smiled as she took him in her mouth. Rebecca followed her lead and as she unzipped him, Anthony's knees jumped in surprise and banged the table. The two women laughed and Rebecca tried to imagine what shade of crimson her partner had just turned and what on earth the two men would now be talking about as they were being blown.
In fact, Paddy was just smiling and enjoying the moment. Anthony was trying to distract himself for the obvious reasons of prolonging the moment and talked about heating bills for castles, the quality of the barley harvest this year, the police sergeant test. He could hear the girls giggling when they stopped momentarily, he was grateful for the pause which gave him a moment to resist the urge to cum.
They began again and Anthony couldn't resist the urge to lift the tablecloth and take in the visual excitement of the moment. He raised the cloth but instead of looking Becca in the eye, it was Charlotte's face that smiled up at him. She pointed to his left where Rebecca, eyes closed was slowly working her mouth up and down Paddy's cock.
Anthony was almost overpowered by the intensity of the moment. Faced with the actuality of seeing his wife pleasuring another man and being so clearly pleasured herself in the doing, he knew he'd never loved her more than at that moment. As he watched her realizing and releasing this part of herself, and in doing so, acknowledging their unconquerable mutual trust, he knew they'd reached a place that not every couple is strong enough or lucky enough to see.
Paddy looked over at him, 'Well, I guess you'll be staying for the weekend then. I think this is going to be fun'.
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