First Timers

As before, she couldn't be 100% certain neither of them wouldn't get jealous, but felt confident with us being the other couple it wouldn't happen. It's when I knew for sure she was going to ask to get together, and she literally did with the next text message.

When she did, I felt it was time to ask her if she was Nancy, who worked at a certain company in town with her husband?

When I did, there was no response. Nothing. I sat there waiting and waiting, but still no answer. Finally after what seemed like ten minutes and I was ready to log off, she finally messaged me back...Yes, but how did you know?

I wrote back...long explanation. I then asked if we could meet. Just her and me.

Aren't you going to tell me who you are first?

I wrote back no. You'll find out soon enough, but only if you want to meet. And so I don't leave you in suspense for very long, how about tomorrow at noon at the Electric Percolator for coffee.

Once again there was a pause before she wrote back. Twelve o'clock at the Electric Percolator would be fine. Can't wait to meet you.

At that point, I informed her I had to go offline for the day and looked forward to seeing her. I figured if I stayed online she would badger me to know who I was. If I told her, it might cause her to panic, or think someone was playing a prank on her. Rightfully or wrongly, I thought it best she didn't know until we met in person.

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The next morning I was up early as usual with Walter. Rarely do we have sex on a week day morning since he makes it a habit to be at work well before the rest of the salaried employees. Unfortunately, I was horny as hell for some reason, but as much as I tried to entice him for at least a quickie, it was all for naught.

After he left I logged onto the computer, where I usually spend an hour or so after he first leaves for work. When I did I found an email from Nancy, with an attachment. And it was addressed to The Mystery Lady. The message part was short and simple...I didn't sleep a wink all night wondering about who you are.

As for the attachment, it was a photo of her looking exhausted in a nightie while leaning on one elbow at the kitchen table with a few rollers dangling from her hair, and a cigarette hanging from her mouth. On the table was a mug of steaming hot coffee and an ashtray filled with cigarette butts. Behind her was a window where you could see it was pitch black outside, and on the wall a clock stating it was 3:35.

All I could think of was how creative the photo was, and for her to go to all the trouble to stage it. I always knew Nancy had a great sense of humor, but I never knew she was so imaginative. It put a big smile on my face and almost made me forget how horny I was.

That's until it came time to shower. Once I did and began washing my breasts with a scrubby my nipples shot up like two periscopes. They were so hard and long I couldn't keep myself from pinching and pulling on them. The more I did the wetter my pussy got, and not from the water streaming out of the showerhead. Finally I began fingering my clit and anus. With the high state of arousal I was in it didn't take long before I orgasmed. Pretty intensely too. My legs nearly buckled out from under me and I almost peed myself.

Feeling somewhat relieved, and after drying off, I fixed my hair and applied my make-up before getting dressed. Since it was going to be a hot day I needed to dress appropriately, but still wanted to look my best by wearing a pair of short white high waisted culottes, which would accentuate my bum. For a top I picked out a loose fitting pink on white floral short-sleeve blouse. As for under garments, with it being hot I wore sturdy white cotton briefs since I tend to discharge a lot when it is. I first thought about going braless, but decided on a demi-bra. A bra with half-cups designed to display maximum cleavage, which was perfect with the top three buttons of the blouse unbuttoned. As for foot wear...a pair of my favorite Birkenstock sandals to show-off my pretty pedicured feet.

When I was ready I checked myself in the mirror before heading for the Electric Percolator, of which I wanted to be a few minutes late. When I entered the coffee shop I headed directly for the line of people waiting to order coffee to go. If Nancy was already there I wanted it to look as though I just stopped in for a coffee. Something I often do when out running errands and have bumped into Nancy there numerous times. While I made it a point not to look around as though I was looking for someone, I noticed Nancy sitting at a table along the wall. And from what I could see without being obvious, she seemed to be trying her best to blend into it so I wouldn't notice her. Obviously I was the last person she was expecting to be The Mystery Lady, and was hoping I wouldn't spot her at such an inopportune time.

While pretending to wait my turn in line I nonchalantly looked around and acted surprised to see her. When I did I waved, and she reluctantly waved back. I then left the line to say hello.

"How nice to see you Nancy. And to bump into you here again. We need to stop meeting like this or people are going to start wondering about us."

And we have since the Electric Percolator is any serious coffee lover's favorite place in town. They make fabulous espresso, which makes for an excellent cappuccino.

"Since you're alone, do you mind if I sit with you so we can catch up on things?"

She looked at the empty chair on the opposite side of the table before saying..."Actually, I'm waiting for someone, and I expect she'll be here any minute."

I stood there for a moment before sitting down..."Well, she just arrived, and I apologize for being late."

At first it didn't seem like what I said registered with her. Then suddenly from the look on her face it was obvious the light bulb went on. When it did she put both hands over her mouth to muffle a scream.

"OH MY GOD LACEY!" And after looking around..."Don't tell me you're The Mystery Lady."

The first part was loud enough that everyone in the place heard it. Fortunately the second half was in a more muted tone.

"Hopefully you're not disappointed, but yes I am. One and the same."

It was obvious she was pretty flustered and was trying to regain her composure so I took the time until she did to thank her for the creative email she sent. I also apologized for keeping my identity a secret until we met in person, which I'm sure she could understand why I did.

Right afterwards a barista came over to see if we wanted anything. Of which we ordered cappuccinos. He seemed new, and I couldn't recall ever seeing him there before. Come to find out later, much later, it was Rita's brother-in-law Rodger. As a side note, some of you might remember him from some of my other narratives, and I couldn't help notice he couldn't stop looking down at my cleavage. Of which I'm sure there was plenty to see from his vantage point standing over us. Maybe even the tops of my areola as they were peeking out over the top of the half bra-cups.

After he left to get our cappuccinos, Nancy seemed to have regained her composure somewhat.

"You okay Nancy? And I'm sorry if me being The Mystery Lady floored you like it did. Hopefully in a good way."

"Oh yes Lacey. I can't begin to tell you how much of a pleasant surprise it is. Last night while I was racking my brain trying to figure out who you were, and how you knew it was me, you and Walter came to mind. Not that I ever expected it to be you two, I was just hoping whoever it was, was someone just like you. Jeff too. Being an older couple than us we both thought of you as an example of who we'd wanted the other couple to be like. Both from a physical aspect, and in likableness. Make sense?"

"Yes it does, and it's nice to know you're not disappointed. Pleasantly pleased it seems."

"Very much so. Thrilled actually. This whole swapping thing and how we, or I, have been going about it had me at my wits end until you and I started communicating. I don't know about you, but after our first session I felt I was headed in the right direction finally as far as finding the right couple. Not that I expected we'd get as far as we have. Until Walter first came along, then you, I was about to call it quits. I couldn't have wished for a more ideal couple than you. I'm just flabbergasted, it's really you two."

Just then Rodger delivered our cappuccinos and asked if we'd like anything else. When I thanked him, but said no, he wished us both a great day after saying to me in particular how it was a pleasure to meet and serve us, and he hoped to do so again.

After he left, Nancy couldn't help but say..."Seems the barista is quite captivated with you. Not that I blame him since you look terrific."

"Thank you. And I think it's my breasts he's captivated with more than me personally. I'm showing a lot more cleavage than usual."

"Then I have to assume it's meant for me."

I smiled before saying..."You might be right. And you look terrific too in the pretty summer dress. But I hope you're not offended by me saying sitting here talking to you and not visualizing you naked as in the photos you shared is all but impossible. You might as well be sitting there without a stitch of clothing on."

Nancy laughed..."What a relief to hear that. I thought it was just me and my perverted mind. My appreciation of you has increased ten-fold knowing what you look like naked. I just hope when I reach your age I look half as good."

"Thank you. It's a nice thing to say. And I'm sure you will since you're off to a better start."

Nancy is an extremely attractive woman and in the prime of her life in her mid-forties. She looks better now than when I first met her ten years ago. About the same height as me at five foot five, but a bit heavier at around 140 pounds would be my guess. But it's evenly distributed and she's relatively firm. Beautiful skin tone as she looks like she has a permanent tan, and beautiful facial features with nice full lips, dark brown eyes, and very few age wrinkles around the eyes, mouth or forehead yet. Her hair is light brown, very soft and fine, which she keeps relatively short and straight.

From the photos she shared, her pubic area is covered in what looks to be very soft and fine hair too, and light brown as you'd expect. Like mine, it's the same texture as the hair on her head and straight. Not curly or kinky, and it would be a shame if she ever decided to shave it. Nice full breasts with little sag, probably a 34 or 36C, with large light brown areola and nipples. As for her derriere, it couldn't be nicer for her age. A bit larger and more pronounced than mine, but no sag or hint of any stretch marks. Last but not least, she has lovely legs and pretty feet. As attractive as she is dressed, she's even more so undressed. Rare for a woman her age, even more so for someone my age.

"I hate to break the mood, but we don't have much time since you need to get back to work. We should get busy concerning the reason we're meeting."

"Before we do, would you mind telling me how you figured out it was Jeff and I. I thought I was being so very careful."

"Your description of Jeff was the biggest tip-off. Plus a few other tidbits of normally not very revealing information helped to confirm things. But I was never entirely sure until I asked. And thank you for being honest. Next time...if there is a next time for you, my advice is to be a little vague about describing Jeff. His height, coupled with the fact he's prematurely gray are a sure give-away for anyone who might know him."

"While your descriptions of Walter and you were accurate, you could be one of hundreds of other couples. Nothing unique like Jeff's height and hair to give me an inkling who you were in spite of already knowing you. All except for Walter's penis size, but who would know anything about it except you and any other couples you've swapped with. Speaking of which, you're lucky to have him. I can't tell you how many women at work have hit on him. All to no avail. And while I probably shouldn't say it, including yours truly in between marriages. He's as loyal to you as anyone could wish a husband to be."

"It's nice to know, although you can't help but worry. I've never really been too concerned about him fooling around behind my back since there's something about him relative to being trustworthy, which makes him a rare person."

"What's your secret? Especially since you've been married so long."

"I'd like to say it's my charming personality, or he married into money, but it's not the case. No secret really. You don't need me to tell you the two main reasons for most failed marriages; being the lack of or lousy sex, and money. And not necessarily in that order. As for money...everything we have Walter earned through hard work and we live comfortably as a result. When it comes to sex...we've never lacked for it. While I might sound like an amateur psychologist, in most marriages sex eventually becomes routine. Hard not to. It's almost like brushing your teeth. You do it because you should, but don't give it much thought, or put much effort into it. When it happens with your sex life, it's when the problems start."

After I paused to take a sip of my cappuccino..."Fortunately for us our sex life has never been lacking. There isn't a thing we didn't do or try at some point. But over time it started to get a bit routine and less frequent. We still enjoyed sex, but there wasn't the excitement or the sense of gratification we use to get. Finally we were smart enough to admit it and decided to share our fantasies. But more importantly, we decided to act on them versus just discussing them. One thing led to another and here we are discussing having a foursome with you and Jeff. Although in our case, we already have with other couples, which reinvigorated our own personal sex life in ways we didn't imagine possible."

After I finished..."As for Jeff and I, it's pretty much the same problem. Albeit early in our marriage, which might be because it's our second for both of us. Or the fact we're recognizing it's a problem early rather than when it's too late as with my failed first marriage. So you'll know, I caught my husband cheating on me. Worst part was she wasn't half the person I am so she must have been good in bed. Or at least a hell of a lot more accommodating. So where do we go from here?"

"If both you and Jeff are amicable to the idea of sharing yourselves with us, I guess the next step would be to set a time and place. Normally with a couple you meet online you'd have a 'meet and greet' first to see if there's the right chemistry between everybody, and to ensure there's a physical attraction beyond any photos you shared. But in our case, we already know each other personally, and the physical attraction thing doesn't seem to be an issue so we might as well go directly to the final step and schedule a foursome together. But before we arrange something there's one thing you need to know."

"I knew this was too good to be true. Please break it to me gently."

"It's not as bad as you think." After which I explained in Walter's words how it would be a one and only foursome between us.

"Just once? How sad is that. I'm heartbroken, but I can appreciate his rationale from his perspective."

"No need to fret Nancy. There are times you need to take what Walter says with a grain of salt. Never doesn't necessarily mean never with him. Besides, our foursome together might not be all that great, or what you expected. Or you and Jeff simply might not want to ever swap again for a variety of reasons. This way there'll be no pressure or any expectation of a repeat get-together."

"Sounds logical when you put it that way. Obviously I need to talk to Jeff first since he still doesn't know you and Walter are the other couple. But knowing his infatuation with you I doubt he'll object. Quite the opposite would be my guess. So what would be the next step?"

"Once I was all but convinced it was you and Jeff I did some pre-planning, or checking on things. I feel it's best for us not to get together at either of our homes, but somewhere more discreet. With that in mind, at the first exit on the interstate after you cross the Illinois line headed toward your place are a number of hotels and motels. It's about half-way between our respective homes, and a twenty-mile ride for each of us. Plus there are a few restaurants and fast food chains at the same exit. A couple of the hotels have extended stay suites with two full size beds, a mini living room or large sitting area, and a kitchenette, which will be perfect as far as giving us plenty of room to relax and have a good time."

"Sounds good to me, and when do you propose we meet."

"On a Saturday would be best, and the weekend after next is the earliest we can make it."

After Nancy thought about it..."I was kind of hoping it'd be sooner, but that will work for us also."

"I'll wait to hear from you after you talk to Jeff before I make the reservations. And for now, plan on meeting for a light late lunch first. The worst thing is to have sex on a full stomach, but even worse is extended sex on an empty one. After a light lunch, we'll head to the hotel and go from there."

"Sounds like a plan to me. But can I ask one last personal question?"

"Sure, but let me guess. What can you expect from Walter?"

"Seems you're a mind reader too."

"Not really, I just assumed you might ask at some point. To answer your question, sex with Walter is simply great. Fabulous actually. But more importantly, he's very accommodating as far as any desires you may have, so don't be afraid to ask or suggest anything. As for what he does best. Anal would be at the top of the list, followed by anilingus and cunnilingus, and finally vaginal intercourse. The reason I rate vaginal intercourse last is because of his long dick, which is a problem at times since it bangs into my cervix in spite of him being careful it doesn't. It could very well not be a problem in your case, but time will tell. If it is, he'll be sure to adjust how deeply he penetrates you so it isn't. Those are just the main ones, but there are other things he does well and are very enjoyable."

"I can't wait to give all of the above a try. In particular the last item since I can't think of the last time I had an orgasm from vaginal intercourse because of Jeff's small penis. And while you didn't mention it, I'd love to go down on him. I can't recall ever taking such a large dick in my mouth. Are you interested in knowing anything about Jeff?"

"No, but only because I'd rather not beforehand. I've learned from our limited experience swapping with other couples that half the fun is not knowing what to expect. If you do, sometimes you set your expectations too high and end up being disappointed."

"Speaking of which, I hope you won't be because of Jeff not being as well endowed as Walter."

"I doubt it. I'm sure what Jeff lacks in penis size he can make up for it in other ways. Even if he doesn't, I'll be sure to make him feel like John Holmes when it's all said and done."

"That's sweet of you. I have a feeling you and Walter are going to be great 'teachers' and I hope Jeff and I will end up being your 'star' students."

"I wouldn't look at it that way. We'll all be pretty much on the same level playing field, or bed, when it comes time to have sex. Besides, I'm sure you and Jeff can teach us a thing or two also. Now it's time for you to get back to work."

After we both stood up to leave she gave me a big hug and kiss. Not a quick peck on the cheek, but a surprisingly affectionate kiss on the lips. And from the way she did, it left me with the impression she was hoping for more than just heterosexual sex when the time came for our get-together.