I Want Us to Be Lie Them

(Please read Parts 1 and 2 in order before reading this part)

We really enjoyed the rest of our stay. Sally and I talked constantly--about many things--and I grew to love and treasure her even more. Bob and I also talked a lot. He told me much about living on the land, and without making a point of if it, or maybe without even intending to, he taught me a lot about a man's perspective of a loving partnership with his wife.

Despite his brazen, blatant sexual talk and innuendo before, he was not at all that way in our conversations. Instead, he was respectful, deferential, innocently affectionate, almost shy, more like a kindly, loving father figure than the oversexed dirty old man routine he had been running on me. I had to admit to myself that I rather liked and enjoyed that humorous, over-the-top, oversexed dirty old man, but I really loved this version of him.

Sally spent a lot of time talking to Cody, seemingly very seriously, as if she was instructing or counseling him. He listened attentively, and was often quiet and thoughtful afterward. Sally had been a maternal influence for a lot of his life, but still was much more the beloved, fun aunt than mother because they lived some distance apart. Bob was making a point of taking him along as he did the work necessary to handle the cattle, fences, farmland, hay fields, pasture, and woods. He also showed him measures he had taken to protect the creek and other watering holes. Occasionally, I tagged along.

The next to last day we were there, they invited us to go to the creek. When I gave Sally a surprised, questioning look, she said, "If you don't have suits, we might have something you can wear," meaning no skinny dipping that day! I wasn't ready to be naked in front of Cody, and I didn't want the first time to be a group skinny dip!

We all enjoyed the sedate, peaceful day at the creek. When Bob and Sally fell asleep on a blanket in the shade after lunch, Cody and I went for a walk along the creek. We stopped at a big boulder that jutted out over the creek. It overlooked the creek for most of its distance across the property, and it was a beautiful spot. And, as Cody did not yet know, it was the site for some of my favorite nude photos. I smiled a little thinking of the surprise I had in store for him. Cody asked, "What are you smiling about?"

"Oh, just thinking about how lovely it is here, how much I like being here, how happy I am, and how much I love you," I said truthfully, continuing, "I hope we have thousands of days like this!"

"We will," Cody assured me, then smiled mischievously, as he told me in a confidential manner, "My mother always said that Uncle Bob and Aunt Sally swam naked in the creek!"

I laughed heartily and said, "I can see that, the way they are with each other," smiling because he didn't yet know how easily and vividly I could see that--because I HAD seen them doing that! Then I said what I had been thinking for days, "I want us to be like them--so physical, so affectionate, so wrapped up in each other, so happy together!"

He looked at me tenderly, then looked down shyly and said, "Yeah, I think we will be."

I kissed him hard, several times, thinking of peeling his clothes off and jumping him right then and there--and wanting to--but managed to regain my self control. "Wow!" he gasped, "It's getting harder--more difficult--to wait when you are so passionate." I noticed he tried to cover "harder" by shifting to "more difficult"; in our embrace, I had detected that HE was much harder than I had ever noticed before. Waiting was the last thing I wanted to do, but we'd make it, and I knew that it would be even more special when we finally got to consummate our marriage. My friends and I were working on how to make it even more special.

A while later, as we lay there hugging, we heard, "Are you guys decent?" Bob, of course. Cody responded, "Yes, we are... (long pause)... Dammit!" All of us laughed, and we made our way back to the truck to go back to the house to do chores and fix supper.

The next morning we got ready to leave. As Cody was loading his Jeep, Bob came up and told me, "We've really enjoyed having you here, and you're always welcome. And just so you know, there won't be anymore of the dirty old man stuff. I just wanted to push you a little, get you out of your comfort zone, see if you would be comfortable around us in our natural manner, and to see what you were made of. I have to tell you, I really like what I've seen!"

"Why, thank you, Bob, that is a nice thing to say--(I batted my eyes) particularly seeing as how you've seen just about everything!" I said, knowing he hadn't really meant it that way. We both had a naughty laugh.

Then I hugged him and said, "OK, Bob, let's be clear, if I ever turn around and catch you NOT checking out my ass, or if I wear something showing a lot of cleavage and Sally doesn't have to pull your face out of it, I'm gonna tell her that she needs to get you to the emergency room, you got that? Otherwise, if you don't do it publicly or in a way that humiliates or embarrasses me, or that angers or hurts Cody, I'm not gonna hold it against you if you let slip a 'nice ass' or 'great tits' comment now and then. That will just show that you're still alert, still paying attention, still have discriminating taste, and that I haven't lost my charm!" I don't know why I liked his naughty sexual teasing or liked giving it back him so much, but I did.

He stood back and looked at me a little surprised and confused a moment, then gave me his most lascivious smile and a sideways wink, whispering conspiratorially, "So, if I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?"

I mashed my full breasts against his chest and hugged him hard, telling him, "Every time I see you, you old jackass!"

"Then, I hope to see you often!" he said graciously.

"Me, too," I admitted.

Cody came back as I turned away from Bob, and Bob told me pointedly, "You come back often, Gracie; don't wait on him to bring you. You don't even have to bring him!" I winked at him surreptitiously so Cody wouldn't see, thinking, 'Yeah, another nude photo session at the creek is what you're thinking, I'll bet!'

Cody feigned being hurt by Bob's remark, then led me downstairs. At the door, Sally hugged me tightly and I teared up and choked up. I'd see them in about a month at the wedding, but it actually hurt to leave them, to leave this place. Sally whispered to me, "The SD card is in your jacket pocket; let us know soon which ones you pick."

I nodded and just held onto her until Bob broke the moment by sliding in and saying, "Hey, now! You can't take Sally or I'd starve to death! And I could use one of those, too!" I gasped and sobbed as I clutched him too long, too.

Finally, Cody said gently, "We've got to get going." He shared a quick hug with his aunt and a quick handshake with his uncle, and we loaded up and drove away, waving out the windows as they stood together, arms around each other, smiling and waving us out of sight.

Tears crept down my face, and small, silent, sobbing shudders stayed with me until we were 10 minutes down the road. Then I reached out for Cody's hand, but said nothing. After another 5 silent minutes, he asked if I was all right.

I sniffed back the tears, wiped my eyes, and smiled, and said, "Yes! I am better than I've ever been." He looked to see if I was being sarcastic. I continued, "No, I really am wonderful. This is going to sound silly, but leaving them and that place just now seems like I just left my true home and my people, the people that I love. But I'm with you and we're about to get married and I'm so happy about that--and I get to see them soon--so I am wonderful! I just fell in love with them, and I already miss them." He smiled sympathetically and with understanding.

Looking back over the week as we drove, it was like a very strange, bizarre dream! Had I really willingly sat and watched people I barely knew in their most intimate moments? Yes! I had. Had I really carried on a conversation with them in the midst of them naked and engaging in sex, me a virgin, innocent, naïve, fully clothed--and none of us feeling uncomfortable or treating it as unusual? Yes! I had. Had I really watched them AGAIN, while being tutored while they had great sex, while I was nude, yet comfortable as I did? Yes! I had. Had I then really posed nude to be photographed by a man? I most certainly did! AND I LOVED IT!

Wow! I never saw that coming, and could never have anticipated it! Nothing in life prepared me for the way I reacted. Still, the only thing that seemed odd now was my lack of revulsion, shock, discomfort, or other expected feelings and reactions to it all. The rest had seemed to flow naturally somehow, and was not at all threatening or intimidating or perverse.

A few weeks after our visit, amidst all the turmoil and chaos and hustle-bustle of final wedding plans, it finally hit me:

My mother had told me that sex was something for men to enjoy and for women to tolerate. She essentially characterized it as basically a somewhat disgusting necessity to be endured, kind of like changing a baby's diarrhea diaper and cleaning the baby covered in the aftermath--quite unpleasant, but a sad fact of life that had to be attended to.

Sally had shown me that sex was wonderful and pleasant and reaffirming of love and affection and grace for BOTH spouses, something to be vigorously and actively SOUGHT, not avoided--nor merely tolerated. Wives could and should enjoy getting in on the fun and abundant pleasure!

My mother would share and show and teach me recipes and techniques for fixing meatloaf, pot roast, fried chicken, appropriate sides, and reliable dinner rolls, how to be a good wife publicly, how to make up my face attractively but respectably, how to fix my hair to best advantage, how to wear my clothes, and how to properly make a bed.

Sally taught me recipes for ensuring my husband's physical, emotional, psychological, and sexual needs are met, and just as importantly--the self-satisfaction and great pleasure women can provide to themselves in doing it. She taught me how to be a good wife, lover, and friend to my husband in private.

Sally taught me to love and use my body, and not to be ashamed of, or self-conscious about it. She taught me that, when it comes to the man you love, makeup is fine, but not a necessity, and clothes matter not at all for the most part, because the best times are when you're not wearing any! And (I smile just thinking about this even now) she taught me that every day (not just in the long run) it's way more important to know how and when to lose your clothes, properly unmake the bed, and to ruin your makeup and muss your hair--and that any day you do is not wasted for either of you!

That was when I finally told Cody a LITTLE of what happened while I was alone with Sally and Bob. Some things... well, I just wasn't sure he would understand or how he would take it. It wasn't like I really understood it myself. He tried to get me to elaborate, but I cryptically told him, "In due time, all will be made clear," using a line I heard in an old movie.

He laughed and said, "Ooooooh, mysterious!" I tilted my head back, jutted my breasts forward, and batted my eyes, smiling, but said nothing. Little did he suspect that I was now in possession of powerful information, lovingly illustrated to me up close and personal, information that would allow me to shock and amaze and please him.

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The afternoon before the wedding, Sally and Bob took Cody and me aside, handed Cody a large envelope and told him to open it. Inside was a deed to 5 wooded acres of their land near the creek, and a small house. They explained the house was being built and would be finished by the time we could go back to their place. It was an amazing gift, wonderful beyond description for both of us! I cried and Cody choked up, and they just smiled and hugged us, telling us they loved us very much and wanted us near them whenever possible.

As they moved on to give us time to absorb the shock, Sally handed me an even larger envelope without a word. I knew what was in it. Now I had to decide when to give it to Cody. He looked a question, but said nothing, still a little bowled over, I guess, as I was.

Late that evening, after the rehearsal and dinner, Cody and I slipped away to a very private spot. I told him, "I wasn't sure when to give you these, but after Sally and Bob gave us the land, it seems like the right time. I hope you'll like them and won't be mad or disappointed in me."

My words were making us both more uncomfortable and anxious, so I just thrust them into his hands. He opened the package, and pulled out the packet of 80 photos taken at the creek. His eyes grew wide and his mouth opened wordlessly, then he smiled, really big, and hugged and kissed me very hard. "My God, you are so beautiful! I... I don't know what to say... you made these for me?" he asked.

"Well, duh! Of course they're for you--unless you think we can make millions selling them!" I giggled. He pretended to consider that a moment, then dropped the pretense.

"Thank you! You don't know how much I've longed to see you naked, and I knew it would be well worth the wait, but these exceed my wildest dreams.... I... I am blown away! Thank you!!" he gushed. In a moment, he said, "Who took these? They're great, but...." Then, he thought a moment, "It wasn't...."

"Yes, Sally helped me pose and set up, and Bob was the photographer. I wanted to capture my first nude outdoors, skinny dipping, getting ready to get married, getting comfortable getting naked, foray, and they offered to help!" I told him. "How'd we do?"

"Well, Uncle Bob outdid himself, the lecherous old bastard!" he said, smiling, "and you are beyond beautiful!"

"Bob really did a great job. He was professional, if a little provocative. Which one is your favorite?" I asked.

He reached immediately for the last photo taken that day--my favorite! "I thought you would like that one! To get my reaction as I climbed out of the creek in front of him at the end of the session, Bob said, "What an ass!' I imagined it was you saying that--imagined you seeing me that way. But YOU'VE never actually told me I have a nice ass, now that I think of it...," I left it hanging.

"I was afraid you wouldn't like it and would be mad if I said what I was thinking; I didn't want that... but let me tell you now: THAT IS A VERY NICE ASS!" Cody said, emphatically.

"Just wait till you get to see that view in person!" I teased, then said, "I might have been offended or shocked before that day and the night before, but I learned a lot of fun new words and saw and learned what they meant, and witnessed how enjoyable they seemed and sounded. I was just watching and learning, but be assured, I am no longer innocent, ignorant, or naïve--and you and I are going to love our honeymoon and afterward! I am prepared to shock and amaze you when we finally get together sexually! There's 80 photos to symbolize the 80 years I want us to be married; after that, we'll have to wait and see! You better get your rest tonight; you're going to need it tomorrow night!" I told him, somewhat startled at my own brag.

"OK, but I'm not sure how much sleep I'm gonna get with these!" he laughed.

We went to our respective places and did our best to sleep. The wedding went off without a hitch the next day, and, afterward, Cody and I made a special point of spending time with Sally and Bob to thank them especially for the wonderful, lifelong gifts they had bestowed on us. Then we took off to our honeymooning adventure.

I won't go into all the details of our honeymoon, but the first night, I wore some beautiful body jewelry my Indian friend, Devi, gave me as a bridal-shower gift. It was really amazing: gold, jeweled toe rings, elaborate gold, pearl-and-jewel anklets, a broad gold hip belt of chains and pearls, a thong "panty" piece of hanging jewels on chains, and a string of large pearls running along my labia and up the cleft between my ass cheeks (accentuating my pubic region, wide hips, and ass), a multilayered gold, pearl-and-jewel waist belt, a necklace with draping chains, two of which drooped and came up to join nipple loops and pearl-and-jewel dangles, elaborate pearl earrings, a hair-part adornment with encircling chains around my head and a single large jewel hanging onto my forehead, with a matching clip gathering the back of my dark hair. I looked at myself from all directions in the full-length, 3-view mirror. Quite satisfied, I finished dressing.

I came out to Cody a few moments later, wearing a floor-length, colorful, sari-print silk robe. Under it, I wore sheer, blousy harem pants and a complementary top, which was not quite as sheer and with patterned appliques strategically placed. The top overhung the harem pants to a long tunic length.

When I came out into the low light of many candles, Cody literally gasped. I stopped some distance away scross the spacious room, smiled demurely, turned around slowly, and asked gently, "Do you approve, my husband?"

He nodded vigorously, finally found his voice, and said, "I do, with all my heart I do!" His eyes were wide and shining with pure delight and almost unbearable anticipation.

"Then, come and examine your bride; come and unwrap her gifts." My friends had worked hard helping me script this moment, knowing it would only happen once and that I would remember it the rest of my life. I wanted Cody to remember it the rest of his life, too, as something special and unparalleled. I knew our life would be unscripted and natural, not scripted, but thought that it all felt right for this once-in-a-lifetime moment.

I was enjoying myself immensely as I saw the mixture of surprise, joy, and outright awe in Cody's eyes. 'Just right' I thought to myself, 'Perfect!' silently thanking my friends.

I told him, "Please follow my suggestions. We have an eternity to love and I want us both to remember this moment for all of it." I directed him to remove my robe and step back. As he did, I slowly pirouetted clockwise then counter-clockwise, my breasts swinging and bobbing gently beneath my sexy tunic.

"Now, please kneel and place that small stool under my foot. Pull the strings on my pants, and remove my pants--but no touching or sampling please!" I directed with a smile that told him I knew he was dying to. He held my hand for balance as the loose, silky harem pants slipped down to the gathered ankles and he helped me step out of them.

The large pearls running across my pussy and up the cleft behind were stimulating me to a high degree, and I knew the harem pants were quite wet at the crotch. I'm sure he could smell the odor of my aroused pussy; I certainly could. I asked him, "Do you feel the evidence of my arousal and longing for you?" He nodded, but said nothing, still wide-eyed. "Inhale my scent if you wish. Smile if you find it pleasing," I invited. He inhaled deeply, nodded, and smiled widely.

He remained kneeling--trying to catch a peek under the top, no doubt. I said, "Now arise and move back a bit." He did, and I paraded seductively in a large circle, first in one direction, then the other, sashaying in a manner to emphasize the sway of my hips, head held high, breasts bobbing beneath my top.

Stopping before him, I asked, "Would you unbutton my top?" presenting my back and the multitude of buttons running all the way up the back. "Take your time and inhale the scent of my hair." I had shampooed and rinsed my hair in an herby, botanical mix that I thought smelled wonderful. Apparently, Cody thought so, too, as I felt the heat of his body near me and his face in my hair. "Now come around in front of me and remove my top to reveal the rest of me," I requested.