Stella was in her thirties, pretty, with shoulder length, curly, chestnut hair, matching eyes, pale skin, and an athletic build. Her job often caught her travelling back through the north Welsh countryside where she stopped at a local pub when she could. The pub was a bit nicer than most, but was still an old-world feel, where the locals would go. That was where she met Chance, a tallish lad in his young twenties, with blond hair, large hands and feet, and an even wider grin. It was a Thursday, and she and Chance were the only two there that early. They sat and talked and drank until the evening crowd came, and went. Then they went out the door together, walked down the road a block where a hedge shielded a pretty field, and crept noiselessly away from the possibility of being seen. Stella forgot about her husband waiting at home, and dropped to her knees. Chance fumbled with his pants and she took his entire length into her mouth, feeling it swell on her tongue. Again and again he jammed his hips into her, fucking her beautiful mouth. She withdrew and lay on her back pulling her knickers off in one quick sweep, and Chance was on her in a second.The first time he put the tip of his bulging cock against her shaved pussy was magic. She felt like a virgin again - nervous and excited. As she guided him into her he pushed hard. Much larger than her husband, and he fucked quite aggressively, bringing her to orgasm quickly. Whether it was whisky or youth, he continued fucking her harder and harder for so long she thought he would never come, until, in one final push she felt him burst inside her, throbbing over and over as his hot semen spurted all over her insides. They collapsed on the grass, and she took his cell number. She did not give him hers. From time to time Stella would be in the neighborhood and she would call or text Chance. The results were the same. They would meet for drinks or dinner, find a cozy place, and Chance would give her quite a fucking. It worked perfectly for several years. Until this last time. Last week Stella texted and Chance responded. When Stella walked into the pub she saw Chance in a chair by the fireplace, so she joined him and they started talking. A stunningly tall blonde woman walked up and sat down, as if expected and invited. "Stella, this is Drea. My wife." Stunned, Stella sat mouth gaping wide, until Chance and Drea's laughter shook her. "We have been together for years, and were married this summer." Drea offered. "I know all about your little rendezvous." Drae leaned in and caught Stella's chin gently, kissing her wide red mouth. Stella slumped into Drea and the two kissed like old lovers. After talk and more drinks, the three walked out and down the street. They turned into the small house that bordered their usual hedgerow spot. It was cozy and Drea lost no time in disrobing, her tall thin figure accentuated her smallish breasts. Stella fumbled a little, lost in her confusion, but was soon quite naked, her pale skin set off her dark hair, her large breasts swaying as she walked. The three ended up on a white bed where they fucked for, what seemed like eternity. Round after round, they continued. The next morning, Stella found her way home. At dinner, her cell phone began ringing and her husband answered, "No, this is not Chance's phone. Who is Chance?"