In May of 2000, my wife Susannah and I purchased a beautiful modern type log cabin outside of a small resort town in West Virginia.
Susannah, then 42, had just finished an expansion project at work which closed with a news conference attended by all of our local TV stations. That project, coupled with my being out of town a lot for work, had resulted in a sexual dry spell for us: We had enjoyed intimate time together only once in the preceding two months, and Susannah had not had any sex with another man for almost three. (I had already been sharing her for some time.)
Our first week at the cabin was spent making it our own: decorating, cleaning and of course, having a lot of sex. What we enjoyed about the cabin was that it was embedded in a heavily wooded area, with no one living within three-quarters of a mile from us. We could walk the entire property line naked and not have to worry about being seen by anybody--unless they were trespassing.
We had sex in the bedroom, in the living room, on the kitchen counter, and in the hot tub on the rear deck several times, as well as on the front porch and the picnic table in the backyard. We were like two horny teenagers, but on a trip to the cabin in the first week of July, I realized that the grass was out of control: I needed to hire somebody to do yard work. I looked in the local newspaper and ended up hiring Jason, an 18 yo who had just graduated from high school and was hiring himself out to cut grass and do odd jobs until fall, when he'd go off went to college at West Virginia University.
Jason was a skinny brown-haired young man who topped out at 6'2". He had a slight southern accent, and when he came to the cabin for his job interview, he was very polite--I knew at once that he had the job sewn up. I wound up paying him to come to the cabin one day a week to cut grass, do weeding, and tend to other small chores that needed doing. He said that the going rate for that would be $200 a month if he could use my lawnmower and gas. I offered him $350 a month and gave him a key to the cabin for him to check things out inside as well while we were there. He graciously accepted the position.
During the third week in July, my wife and I made an impromptu trip to the cabin for a few days. We had arrived on Tuesday and were planning on leaving Sunday morning, after attending a festival that was being held in the town.
On Wednesday, about 11 a.m., I heard a vehicle coming down our driveway: It was Jason, arriving for his weekly workday. I shouted to Susannah to warn her, because quite often she would saunter around the cabin with little or no clothes on. She didn't respond, and so I quickly looked out the back window and spied her in the backyard, sprawl on a lounge chair, sunbathing completely in the nude. I chuckled to myself and didn't call out to her again, thinking that it would be fun if she and Jason turned out to share a little surprise. And so I stayed inside and simply watched.
Jason arrived in front of the house, got out of his car, and looked around. Not seeing me inside, he went around the corner and immediately caught sight of Susannah. That stopped him dead in his tracks. Susannah, meanwhile, must've heard him approach, because she turned her head and looked over her shoulder.
It took a few seconds for the realization to kick in. Susannah jumped up quickly and tried to cover her breasts and vagina with her hands, since she had nothing else out there to conceal herself. She quickly ran across the yard and into the house. Jason's eyes fixed on my wife like a military missile locked on its target, and I heard him saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," but he never turned away from her running figure.
I laughed so hard that I almost pissed my pants.
When Susannah entered the cabin, she saw me laughing and hit me as she ran to the bathroom. I went outside and, still laughing, told Jason, "Hi Jason! It's fine. Nothing to worry about."
Jason spent the next four hours working outside. Before he left, Jason apologized to me once more.
"But did you at least like what you saw?" I asked.
Jason would not look me in the eyes, but he did reply with, "I think she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
"Oh come on Jason," I said. "I agree that my wife is beautiful, but you don't have to exaggerate to me, my friend."
He looked me in the eyes and was very serious when he said, "I'm not kidding. Granted, I've never seen a woman completely nude before, but there is something about her..."
"You have never seen a nude female before?" I asked.
Jason looked ashamed and said, "I been raised in a pretty religious family that keeps a close eye on me, so other than in dirty magazines, I've never seen a naked woman in real life".
I felt sorry for him. In the meantime, Susannah had gone into town to do some grocery shopping and would not be home for at least two hours. I invited Jason inside to the one bedroom where my computer was. It was my "office away from work."
I opened up a folder containing pictures of my wife and showed Jason pictures of Susannah in various stages of undress. There were some of her in a sheer négligée, some of her topless, some of her nude and some of her sucking other men. Jason was speechless.
"You let her have sex with other men?" he asked incredulously.
"I most certainly do."
