**A setup**
Ricquie really had no interest in fishing; Mack did, and liked to go fishing on the weekend when the weather was decent, like today. As a matter of courtesy, just before he left, he always asked her if she wanted to go. Today was no exception. "Going fishing honey," he called to her. "Care to go with me?" he called out, as he was about to leave. He knew what the answer was going to be - the same as it always was.
Unbeknownst to Mack, Ricquie had other ideas for today. It was a nice late spring day, just the kind for a picnic and other outdoor activities for just two people. Moreover, it was time she started working on her all-over tan. She normally would just tan a little topless, but this year she was determined it was going to be an all over one. "Sure!" she answered. "Just give me a few minutes to get a few things together," She grinned. She knew he was dying of shock.
Mack was stunned. "You're coming?" he asked in disbelief. He had just about been ready to open the door, and she had stopped him cold.
"Sure," she called from the kitchen, "just a sec." She had the picnic basket that her brother had given her years ago on the floor in front of the refrigerator and was quickly loading the things she had readied yesterday in anticipation of this trip. A blanket and a few throw pillows were neatly stacked on the kitchen table.
Mack wasn't sure what was going on here. She never wanted to go with him. She didn't even like to touch an uncooked fish, let alone go and sit around to catch one. There had to be something going on here. He set his things down and went into the kitchen to see what the delay was about and what she was up to. "Uh, what are you up to?" he asked, looking over her shoulder. She was sure dressed for the outing; tight little shorts, sandals, and a t-shirt. And, no bra he quickly observed from her back; no bra strap under the shirt. This was getting better, whatever she had in mind. He loved it when she didn't wear a bra. It definitely got him hot and bothered quick enough. Those shorts were sure short enough and tight enough too. She was dressed to kill. He began to wonder how much fishing he would be doing.
"Just getting ready to go with you," she said closing the lid on the picnic basket. "Grab the stuff on the table and we can get out of here."
"What's all this?"
"A picnic lunch and the other necessaries," she said hoisting the basket and starting for the door. "You don't expect me to starve out there do you? Sit on the hard ground?"
"No," he said, still rather astonished. He picked up the pile of pillows and the blanket and followed her out the truck. This was definitely going to be a different fishing trip. She never wanted to come with him, and now this?
They quickly loaded everything into the truck and started out. The lake was only about thirty minutes from their little house on the edge of the suburbs. It was surprising how quickly they could get out into primal country, especially compared to the people with whom they worked. Most of them complained that it took forever to get out into the country.
Mack pulled off the main road and drove down a familiar little dirt road for about a mile, arriving at the edge of the lake in a secluded area of the woods. "He we are," he said switching off the engine. He helped Ricquie unload her things and set them down where she wanted to set up her little nest for the day. It looked like he would be here long enough for lunch today, and with a little luck, would get a "nooner-in-the-woods." Well, fishin' and fuckin' was what life was all about.
Ricquie had liked this place the moment she saw it. There were fairly dense woods all around them, affording a lot of privacy. They were also on an inlet of the lake, a lake that rarely had any boaters, so there was even more privacy that way. The little patch of grass was in a nice little clearing, filled with bright sunlight. This would be great! What a place to work on her all-over tan. And, she knew what that would lead to - exactly what she wanted; she got naked, her husband got horny, and she got laid. Men were so easy! There was just something very erotic about sex outdoors, maybe just that small chance of being caught, and those soft breezes blowing softly across her naked skin. She was already wet and she hadn't even taken her clothes off, let alone felt her husband's touch on her special places.
With Ricquie apparently settled in, Mack was off for the bank and a little fishing. After all, lunch was fine, but he really came here to drown a few worms. Fishing in the inlet didn't look terribly promising, so he moved off to the point to the east, and finally just a few yards east of that. He had a strike on the first cast, but the fish got away, and that was it for a while. His thoughts drifted back to Ricquie. Yea, she had a body on her. He just loved looking at her naked. He was wondering if he could get her to suntan topless today after they had lunch – maybe that’s what she had come here to do. Probably not, but he sure would like to see it. He just loved her tits and those long thick nipples of hers. He found himself getting hard. He was getting a hardon fishing! A small soft noise to his right caught his attention. Someone was coming. The thoughts of a topless Ricquie vanished. He looked and noticed that it was a friend of his, Jake.
Jake waved without saying anything, and Mack waved back. It wouldn't do to make loud noises and scare off the fish. Not that it looked like they were biting much today anyway. It was getting a little too close to noon to catch much. He had been late starting, and Ricquie hadn’t helped matters. Getting a little from Ricquie after lunch was about all that was going to save this trip from being a complete waste.
"How's the fishing?" Jake asked when he got next to Mack.
"Not much so far. One nibble is about it. Ricquie surprised me and came with me."
"Oh? Where's she?" Jake asked looking around the lake. He hadn't seen her. The few times he had run into Mack out fishing, he was always alone or with a buddy. That sexy little wife of his never came with him.
"Just around the bend." he said pointing with a nod of his head. "Brought a picnic lunch to feed the army I think."
"My lunch is going to be part of a six-pack. I have one in the cooler in the car."
"I suppose you could join us if you want. I'm sure there's enough. I don't know what she brought to drink though." He cast out again.
"Okay, that sounds nice. Let me go and get six little friends of mine and we can do lunch with her."
"See you in a bit."
Jake sauntered off in the direction he came in from. Five or ten minutes later, he was back with a small cooler.
“See, six friends,” he said lifting the top.
