Cindy glanced at her watch and tapped her foot nervously. Her cup of coffee sat in front of her almost untouched. It was mostly a disguise, an excuse for sitting and waiting in the only coffee shop in her small semi-rural community.
It was almost ten o'clock in the morning, the time her husband John had arranged for Will to meet her. She had arrived ten minutes early, both so Will wouldn't have to wait and a bit of eagerness on her part. Cindy was glad her husband had picked a time before the church crowd went for coffee, so the shop was mostly empty. She had positioned herself at the table furthest from the counter, facing the door and away from the inside of the shop. She felt a bit of a thrill, wondering momentarily if the shop owner or other customers somehow knew what she was up to. She silently laughed at herself. People met strangers in coffee shops all the time for perfectly innocent reasons.
At almost exactly ten the coffee shop door opened and a young man Cindy knew had to be her "date" stepped through the door, glancing around. His eyes focused on her, and his face softened, giving a tentative smile.
"Cindy?" he asked her, though she knew he had seen pictures of her and knew exactly what she looked like. She also was the only woman in her late thirties in the shop, as both the barista and the two other customers were considerably older women.
"Yes, you must be Will," she said, smiling and offering her hand, which he took and shook gently. She noticed his hands were rather large, but not meaty, and he held her hand with a wonderfully tender firmness. Will sat down across from her at the small table.
"Did you find the place ok?" She asked him. She couldn't help thinking how young he looked. Her husband had refused to give her many details beforehand. He was playful like that, and she didn't mind. He knew her preferences and also occasionally challenged her. John had informed her Will was 22 and fresh out of college. He had not mentioned that he was tall and extremely cute, though more in a boyish way than strictly handsome. His shoulders were surprisingly broad for how thin his body looked. Cindy vaguely remembered that at his age most young men hadn't quite filled out their frames.
"It was hard to miss," Will said, interrupting her visual appraisal. She could tell his own eyes were sizing her up, though her light autumn jacket hid most of her figure. Her husband's intervention relived the majority of her fear of rejection; she had no doubt this young man had seen detailed pictures of her body fully nude and engaging in intimate activities and knew what he was getting into, so to speak.
"Am I what you expected?" he asked, and she nodded. He met what few expectations she had. She approved of her husband's selection, at least so far.
"We can stay here for a bit if you want, but I'd like to get back to the house. I don't want to keep my husband waiting for too long," she said. He looked surprised at her directness. She supposed he was used to dealing with young women who didn't know what they wanted and often acted strictly on impulse, without plan or direction. She remembered being such a young woman at one time, though she was always a bit more direct and certain than many of her peers.
Cindy glanced once more at the older ladies in the corner as she gathered her purse and stood up. They seemed to pay no mind to her and her young "date". She felt a slight rush; she was about to do something society would call illicit and wrong. She'd done it before, but still got a thrill from it each time. She suggested Will follow her truck to their house.
The short drive passed quickly, and they soon arrived at the converted farmhouse. Will took in the scenery, and she could tell he was a bit nervous; knowledge which calmed her own nerves. John had told her Will had never done anything like this before, but that he also trusted him to follow through and not freak out.
"We like it out here," Cindy explained as they walked to the door. "It's quiet and gives us a lot of privacy." Will nodded knowingly.
As they stepped inside and took off their coats and shoes, John emerged from around a corner. "Hi Will, nice to finally meet you in person. What do you think?"
"I think everything looks great," Will replied, and Cindy felt herself blush slightly.
Cindy knew her husband wasn't the most conventionally attractive of men. He was certainly not handsome, and his frame was somewhat slender. Still, there was a definite kindness to his face that instantly relaxed people. Cindy reminded herself that while the two had spoken online extensively, this was their first meeting in person.
After finishing college Cindy had briefly been engaged to a gorgeous, rich, yet emotionally distant man. She ended the engagement when she discovered he was cheating on her and she met John shortly thereafter. He was genuine, charming, and amazingly sweet. He made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, and knew she treasured her with his whole heart. It had taken a couple months, but she eventually fell for him.
John had been clear early on that he practiced recreational nudism. Cindy didn't mind, and found a great deal of spiritual freedom in the trips to naturalist resorts they took after they were married. However, when John suggested swinging she was a bit more hesitant. She had been very sexually active in college, but had figured that she would put that all behind her as a wife and young mother. While many naturalists were not swingers, there were a good number who were, and they were far less secretive about it than the "average" couple might be. It was common knowledge who "played" and who did not, and each group respected the other. Cindy had met a number of wonderful couples who were part of the lifestyle, so she knew it could work for some people.
The first time had been the scariest, but they had selected the other couple carefully and formed a friendship with them before taking it further. It surprised Cindy that she felt so little jealousy when she watched her husband touch the other woman. Having a different man touch her and thrust within her was sexually arousing, but for Cindy the deepest reward was the increased lust and intimacy between John and herself afterwards. They had been married for 15 years and still made love almost every night.
"I'm glad you could make it here, Will. I'm sure we'll all have a good time. Would you like a tour?" John asked.
"Sure," Will replied.
"Well, this is our entry and dining room," John began. "If you'll follow me you'll see the kitchen and living room on the left. The house is really open and we definitely like that." John walked down the hall to the right. "There's a bathroom," John pointed out. Will noticed that this part of the house had been recently remodeled and was not fully painted. "And this," John said, opening a door at the end of the hall, "is our bedroom." It was not especially remarkable, dominated by a large king sized bed flanked by dressers. "I'll let you two get comfortable and come back in a bit." John left the room and shut the door behind him, leaving Will and Cindy alone.
"He can be a bit much at times, but he means well," Cindy said apologetically. "Would you like to see some photographs?" Will nodded, sitting down on the bed. Cindy located a box on the top shelf of her closet, and Will admired her ass as she stretched up to reach it and remove the album held within.
Will opened the plain black covered album to a boudoir style photo of a younger Cindy in lingerie. "John bought me a session for our second anniversary," Cindy explained. "He loves taking pictures himself, but I guess he wanted me to experience a more glamorous setting. It was fun, but I think he got more out of the pictures," she said with a smile.
Will turned the pages and recognized a few photos John had sent him copies of via e-mail. It was an interesting experience to be looking at half-dressed pictures of the woman sitting right next to him.
The album progressed from lingerie to more amateurish nude pictures of Cindy to images of her engaged in sexual activity. Many were of John and Cindy together; her sucking his cock, or of him fucking her. Still, there were pictures of her with other men. There were dozens of shots of her with one man in particular, a darker skinned man who was presumably from India originally. Cindy's husband had documented the darker man fucking Cindy with his rather sizable cock from every conceivable angle.
