They made contact first. I was simply going through ads and performing the PURE equivalent of swiping right on anything that sounded better than swiping right all night. It was Sunday evening so pickings were slim. It was her asking the questions.
"Are your pictures current?"
"They are."
"Can you send a confirmation?"
"I can."
And it remained that formal for the next 20 minutes, at which point she and her husband decided I might be fun to have over for a few hours. They picked me up at the edge of the park equidistant from both our houses. Apparently we were practically neighbors, which promised the possibility of some delicious awkwardness should our time together turn out unpleasant for anyone.
Conversation in the car was forgettable. He drove, she talked, and I was in the backseat, observing. Ground rules were simple. I fuck her. I eat out her pussy. No cum inside her. Anal only if we meet a 2nd time. He watches everything, touches nothing. I was already hard.
They walked me in to through the front door and he veered off into the kitchen to fetch two vodka & tonics. She stood in the living room, giving me the once over.
"You look hard."
"Should I not be?"
"I like it."
I looked her in the eyes, "Who gives a fuck what you like?"
She blushed and turned away to close all the shades in the living room. She was about 5'2, dark brown skin, a thick ass that I was already looking forward to fucking, should I be invited back. She'd sent me photos of herself in lingerie back on the app, but I was hoping for a more natural look under her jeans. Her breasts were C's and apparently quite sensitive.
He reentered the room with our drinks, placed them gently on the table at the center of the room, and took a seat on a recliner at the far end, giving me the rest of the room to play in. I took a sip of my drink and handed the other one over to her. The blinds were all closed.
"Take off your clothes," she said to me with the authority I assumed she used on her cuck husband.