That was, maybe his only bit of enthusiasm though. While the trip was his idea, as you and I warmed to the idea, he became a bit cranky about the limi...s of his access to you. Once he learned that he would have to wait until the trip was over to ‘reclaim’ you, your husband began dragging his feet. I had to feel a little bad for the guy. Yes, our trip tugged at his desires to watch you with another man. At the same time, it also meant that he would be stressed by something akin to a honeymoon. ” I said brushing the grass out of my hair. "Ok, let me go get it, come sit at the chair next to me!" She grabbed my wrist and led me over to the spot where she was gonna lay. She pulled my chair over right next to hers. Maybe she was expecting a long conversation or something. She left me alone as she started walking towards the house. "Thanks." I said in a grunt. I wasn't actually that bad. I was just overreacting to not make her suspicious of my spying. I sat in the chair as she walked back. The dark and shiny nylon encased leg stretched out in a straight line from beneath my eyes down to her crotch. Her lifted legs had made her short skirt slide above the midst of her thighs, exposing her stocking tops. I could almost see beneath her skirt, into her crotch, but tried to keep my eyes elsewhere. I focused on her belly or on her legs, which were no less beautiful in their current position. The warmth of her foot, and the smell, unpleasant but feminine, gave an illusion of intimacy,. ”She smiled as she took the handle. I pushed the tiller away from me, Curlew came round into the wind, which suddenly increased dramatically in force. Obviously, when sailing down wind, the wind is much less noticeable, but no matter how much sailing I do, there’s always a little surprise at the... ferocity ... of a strong wind when trying to sail into it. Wendy ‘backed’ the foresail, I sheeted in the main and kept the tiller pushed away from me. We were ‘hove to’. That wouldn’t do while Wendy.