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By w2beh (w2beh@yahoo.com)


Normally I would find such a hike invigorating. The trail was well worn and clear of debris. The rolling forest was southern pine, with a fair amount of hardwood thrown in, oaks and hickories, and the occasional yellow poplar towering up out of the low areas. The hills were small, but added character. It was a clear day, and while it was warm it was not uncomfortable. So it should have been an enjoyable walk, had I not been so distracted.

We were about twenty minutes into the walk, and I was watching my wife as she moved ahead of me, looking quite out of place in her thin cotton summer dress and stockings. Not the usual hiking attire, she at least had on practical athletic shoes.

The contrast of the shoes with the nylons, which I knew to be stretch thigh highs, was a bit unsettling, but the sight of her muscular legs quickly pulled your attention to more important areas. Armed with the knowledge that she wore nothing beneath the dress, I watched her lovely behind move under the thin material as she effortlessly strode up the next hill.

The rest of our troupe fit more comfortably into the surroundings. The stocky short one, Steve, led the way, followed by Don and Leah. To my rear was the big, quiet guy, Jason, who had hardly spoken a word since we met two hours earlier. The guys were all dressed in cut-off jeans and tee shirts, with good hiking boots, and each with a full backpack.

Full of what, I did not know. The girl Leah had baggy army pants and an equally loose fitting camouflage shirt covering what appeared to be a slender body, with boots on her feet as well. She was the real mystery, her black hair and black eyes, with the dark make-up she wore, giving her a somewhat grim appearance. She was self-assured, and most of the words uttered from her mouth to this point took on the form of instructions. There was no doubt that with a more feminine approach, she could be quite attractive, but she seemed to consciously play down her looks.

As we walked, my mind churned on these new acquaintances, pondering their possible roles in my immediate future. My wife gave no clues to her intentions, and from the recent experiences we had shared, I knew better than to press her on it.

The day had started innocently enough, with the anticipation of sensual pleasures that had become the pattern whenever we got time alone. Having traveled to her parents home the previous day, we left early in the morning to head off on our own, the kids staying behind to spend the long weekend with their grandparents.

While I expected we would head directly to the beach, instead I drove the car north at my wife's instructions. When I questioned her for details, she simply lifted her skirt, my eyes confirming that once the nylons ended at mid-thigh, the lightweight dress was all she had on. She was up to something, and the excitement that settled in my gut grew as each hour passed.

Her directions were simple and clear, and as I drove my right hand often found its way beneath the hem of her dress. Each time, she would permit a short exploration before fending me off, knowing full well I would soon be back.

In this way, the drive was effectively shortened, and as lunchtime approached she announced we were near our destination, providing navigational directions through the beautiful hill country to a café she somehow knew of. My curiosity grew.

The restaurant was simple and about half-full, the kind of country place where you can stop with confident expectations of a good sandwich and a cold beer. We made our way through the building to the large deck at the rear, nestled under tremendous oaks.

When my wife headed directly to a large table with three men and a woman, it was with a familiar approach that caught me off guard. My surprise increased when it became clear that she knew the names of the guys, although she seemed to have them mixed up at first. I was to find out later that they had previously only communicated by E-mail, a reasonable explanation for her confusion. She did not know the woman, and it was evident by my wife's reaction that her presence was the only thing that was unexpected.

I was introduced, and we sat for lunch. The three guys were friendly enough, and over beers the talk from Steve and Don flowed easily, with only Jason holding back, even though his manner was cordial. They were all in the business of web-site design, which I found to be unusual for such a rural location. The woman Leah was quiet at first, and I found her direct stare to be discomforting. She was obviously sizing me up, or so it seemed, and I couldn't help but wonder what information my wife may have shared in her correspondence with this group.

My wife mixes easily, today being no exception, but there was an unusual edge of nervousness to her behavior. While I managed my end of the conversation, I wondered just what she was up to this time. It was a large group, which was as frightening as it was exciting, and as we talked my mind wondered. Along with the slight unease I detected in my wife, I was quite aware that I was wearing my own underwear beneath my clothes, a change from her usual humiliation tactics. I tried to piece the clues together, but made little progress in deciphering her intent.

Towards the end of the meal, Steve arose and asked my wife to join him. I pondered on this as well, and it would be a couple of weeks before I learned she was signing certain releases and agreements, a fact I was glad to be ignorant of in retrospect.

While she was gone, Leah joined in the conversation, asking questions about my work, my kids and in particular my wife and myself. Her manner suggested that only short, direct answers were of interest, and it felt for all the world like I was talking to my boss at work. She wasn't unfriendly; she simply had an air of being all business.

When Steve and my wife returned, we gathered our things to leave. Where to, I had no idea. Before we left, my wife asked the four of them if all her conditions were going to be met. They readily agreed, and we headed off, the four of them piling into one vehicle, with us trailing behind. As we made our way down winding roads to the point where we picked up the hiking trail, my wife added to the mystery.

'When we get where we are headed, things are going to happen that will surprise you, and probably even shock you. I want you to understand now that it's my wish, it's being done at my request.'

Was that vague enough? After our last two adventures together, what was left in her mind that could possibly shock me? What was I in for? There were a dozen questions I wanted to ask, but I knew it would be a waste of effort. She was taking control, and I was again to be her helpless victim.

'Any clues?'

'None at all. Just trust me, this will be fun, and I really want it.'

Those words now rolled through my head as I watched her lovely ass swaying under the cotton dress in front of me. Was it any wonder I felt less in touch with nature than I normally would?

The trail suddenly spilled out into a small clearing which ran up to a lake that until now had been concealed by the trees and the rolling terrain. It was a large, beautiful lake that wound through the low, wooded hills, and disappeared around a bend in the distance. A crude picnic table, dirty and heavily initialed with the carvings of previous visitors, sat next to an open burn pit, circled by rocks.

There was a long wooden bench, also crudely made and well worn. The table and bench were situated under a huge, and ancient, oak, with limbs extending shade in all directions. It was an idyllic setting, and our new friends moved into the open space with the ease of people who had been there often.

Steve, Don and Jason set down their packs and immediately went to arranging things, sliding the table away from the water and setting the bench off to one side. Steve removed his shirt, revealing his muscular chest, confirming the stocky build of a guy who worked out often.

It was a testament to the changes in me, engineered by my wife, that I noticed such things at all, much less with the lingering stares I was now guilty of. With growing unease I again wondered what she was up to, and I relocated my gaze to soak in the beauty of the setting as I realized that I was nervous, but game for whatever was to come.

Looking to my wife for reassurance, I noticed once again the fidgeting that belied her own nervousness, and as before it gave me pause. In our previous two experiences, she had been calm and coldly calculating, but that was clearly not the case today. Catching my eyes on her, she recomposed herself and gave me a smile and a wink.

I couldn't help but admire her standing there, hair flowing freely across her shoulders, with the thin cotton dress accentuating her slender form and the bareness of her breasts beneath. Likewise, I couldn't help but notice Leah, who quietly stood off to one side with her arms firmly folded across her chest, eyeing my wife more openly than I was.

The big guy Jason picked a pair of handcuffs from one of the packs, and came directly towards me. With resignation, I realized it was starting. From the paces my wife had run me through the past two months, I had learned, and demonstrated in undeniable terms, that I enjoyed this newfound aspect of my sexuality. But just like the two previous occasions, fear and anxiety were key elements of the transition from a man's man to a slut toy, and I would not have been surprised to learn I was visibly shaking as he approached.

'Sit with your back to the table, at the end.'

I did as told, sitting on the bench that was integral to the picnic table. I was facing the lake as he knelt at the end of the table, and offered no resistance as he cuffed my hands together. The cuffs went around the table leg, which also combined as the support for the bench, and I was quite aware of the swelling in my groin as I was fixed to the table.

'This is at her request, so you won't be tempted to get up.'

With that he walked away, leaving me to ponder any secret meaning in his unexpected words. So I won't be tempted to get up? He joined Don, who was pulling video equipment from the bags, and together they started setting up two separate video recording devices. My knowledge of electronics is limited, but it was clearly more elaborate equipment than the average home video. They set the tripods at either end of the table, where they stacked spare tapes and battery packs.

Leah came and sat on the bench beside me, as the barechested Steve approached my wife with leather straps in his hands. They were very similar to the restraints she had used on me at the hotel, and my wife willingly allowed him to buckle them in place on her wrists. Using what I thought of as a rock climber's snap ring, and the D-rings on the restraints, her two wrists were locked together in front of her. In this position, my wife's arms pressed her breasts together in a delightful manner. My curiosity was working overtime now, with the realization that whatever was to transpire, my wife's role would be something other than leader this time around.

Next he blindfolded her, and my puzzlement grew. She allowed it without complaint, and it would only be much later that I would deduce that in addition to adding to her excitement, the blindfold also concealed her identity. Next to me, Leah pulled her own shirt from her pants, where it was tucked in, and started unbuttoning it.

She interrupted this to remove her boot and socks, and looking back to my wife I saw that Steve had set her on the bench and was kneeling before her, gently removing the shoes and socks from her feet. With the dress only reaching her knees, my wife used her joined hands to hold the hem between her thighs as he lifted each leg, preventing him from being able to see up her dress to her bare pussy. It was amusing to see her act so demure when, already partly bound, there could be little doubt that he would see her body soon enough.

Between where I sat and the lakeshore, Don was whistling contentedly, like a guy who enjoyed his work, as he fed a rope over an overhead oak limb. He had tossed it through a crook in the limb, and the weight of a hook on the dangling end helped to lower it to chest high. With my wife's shoes now removed, Steve helped her to her nylon clad feet and carefully guided her to where Don stood. Don then attached the hook on the rope to the snap-ring between my wife's wrists.

Pulling on the rope, her hands were lifted up over her head, causing her dress to lift up to mid-thigh. Don pulled the rope until my wife's arms were high but not quite stretched tight, allowing her a small amount of slack, then began tying off the rope to a cleat on the tree trunk, the type used to secure boats. This left my wife exposed and vulnerable, and me with the realization that perhaps this day was more about her than I.

Noticing for the first time that the cameras faced where she now stood, bound and helpless, the thin material of her dress doing little to conceal the erectness of her nipples, my curiosity was on the rise, when Leah startled me by leaning into my ear.

'I understand you have some special talents.'

I swallowed hard, not sure what to say to that as I wondered if my analysis of the situation was wrong. Maybe my wife did have plans for me after all? Leah gave me little time as she read my body language, scraping a long sharp fingernail down my cheek.

'Yeah, I thought so. She E-mailed us some video captures of a blindfolded guy. They were crude, but explicit. Before we're done, maybe we'll show her how to change video to electronic stills properly.'

Computer lessons? It didn't seem to fit as I looked into her eyes. Dark brown eyes show little emotion, offering no contrast with the pupil, making it impossible to tell if the coldness in her voice was real or contrived. Face to face, my earlier observation that she could easily be considered pretty by simply removing the dark gothic make-up was confirmed. Glancing down, her slightly open shirt revealed black leather and the hint of an ample bosom. She chuckled.

'I see you're the quiet type, but I doubt she will be. I hope to make use of your talents in the future, it would be something new for me, but today is business and you're a spectator.'

With that she squeezed my crotch through my shorts, and stood. Business? My confusion was growing, but my swelling cock was at least focused enough to respond to her touch.

Steve had put leather straps on my wife's ankles, and had then attached each strap to opposite ends of an adjustable spreader bar, causing her legs to be held well apart. I had seen such spreader bars on pornographic web sites, but this was the first time to see a real one in use. He adjusted the length so that she was spread and open, but still able to stand with reasonable comfort.

With her hands bound over her head and her legs forced apart, she was quite an erotic sight, having yet to utter a sound as she willingly allowed herself to be restrained. Steve now had two long eyebolts, and turning her so that she was sideways to where I sat, he drove them into the ground adjacent to her ankles with a small hammer. The outside D-rings on each strap were then attached with snap-rings to the eyebolts, so she was no longer free to turn.

Leah had moved to a position directly in front of my wife, and was now openly looking her over as she removed her own shirt. Her pants were next, and the change in her was stark. Where she had previously been wearing baggy army style pants and shirt, she now had on a tight leather outfit, the name for which I could not recall.

Lifting but barely covering her breasts, it fit snugly around her waist, enhancing the swell to her hips, and ending just above the hipbones with hanging garters. To these were fixed black fishnet stockings, which covered her well-shaped legs. Her pubic area was barely concealed by the scantiest string bikini bottom imaginable, tied at either side.

As she moved, I could see that her bare ass cheeks were firm and round, and again I was struck by how easily she could be transformed into a very pretty feminine form. But instead she chose a darker look, and it reflected her manner as she now took command of the proceedings.

Don had moved to the fire pit and started a small blaze with the wood that was stacked there. Jason busied himself with setting and aiming the cameras, which were now on. Leah looked about with authority, 'Well done, guys.'

They had hardly spoken to each other as they set this scene up, executing their separate roles like a professional team that had been through this many times.

'Thanks. No sign of second thoughts or resistance out of this one', Steve answered.

As he spoke, he leaned in from behind my wife and started to gently caress her shoulders. At first her body stiffened, then after a few minutes you could see her visibly relax under his massaging hands. I wished my own aching shoulders, pinned behind me, could be so lucky as I watched his hands move up to her neck, caressing as they went.

She leaned her head forward, now at ease and clearly enjoying the firmness of his touch, when without warning he grabbed the neck of her dress and ripped downward. The force pulled her back, as her dress was suddenly torn from her left shoulder and halfway off her body, baring most of her back, her left breast and a large portion of her right. His quick action brought a gasp from her, and a chuckle from Leah, who now examined her bare breast with unabashed interest as she spoke to my wife.

'Have you told your husband what you've asked us to do? Or how bad you want it?'

Still breathing hard from the shock, my wife stammered, 'No, I guess not. Not really.'

'You mean he doesn't know of the yearning inside you that he's never bothered to attend to? He's not aware of his failing?'

It appeared she started to say something in my defense, then changed her mind. 'No, he doesn't know.'

'But your E-mails to us were so explicit.' It was delivered as a statement, and my wife chose not to respond, even seeming a little embarrassed. Leah went on, 'Have we met your expectations so far?'

'Yes. Well, except I thought it was just them.' It took me a moment to realize she meant the three guys.

Leah laughed a cold, hard laugh. 'Hard to tell through E-mail, isn't it?' She studied my wife for a moment, then went on. 'We swap out depending on the situation. I've known since the beginning that I wanted you as my subject. Any woman who treats her man as you do is worth getting to know.' Again Leah laughed. It was hard to tell if she was being honest or sarcastic.

My wife appeared uncomfortable with this explanation, and I imagined she was trying to read between the lines to see what she had gotten into as Leah's 'subject'. For myself, I was both perplexed and turned on. My wife had shared many lesbian fantasies with me over the years, mostly originated by me, but to my knowledge never had any actual experiences with another girl.

She told me she had once come close with our friend Robin, high enough that particular night to go along if only she could bait Robin to make a move. When she told me about it later, the thought made me crazy with desire. But to my knowledge, other than that one time she had never come close to fooling around with another girl, and while she was willing to fantasize about it with me, I had concluded years ago that it didn't truly interest her.

It was clear the presence of Leah was an unexpected development, and it would not have surprised me if this were cause for my wife to back out of whatever she had planned. But she made no move to do so, which was surprising and arousing at the same time. At no time in our relationship would I have lifted a finger to stop my wife if she was attracted to other women, the very thought turned me on, and I wondered with no small amount of hope how far this might go.

Steve had moved around to the front of my wife, and without pretense ripped the dress from her right shoulder. The dress buttoned from top to bottom in the front, and he grabbed either side and pulled it apart, sending buttons flying in all directions as he removed the now tattered rag from her body and tossed it onto the growing fire. As my wife shifted her now nude body and I saw her dress burning, it occurred to me that she now had no clothes to wear for walking back to the car.

There was nothing that turned me on quite like my wife's naked body, and as she stood before these new friends, blindfolded, legs restrained well apart, and arms bound overhead, I admired her with husbandly pride. The regular workouts and the deep tan on her slender body gave her a youthful appearance. The fact that she had been stripped naked by a man, essentially a stranger, in a rather violent manner, left her chest heaving as she fought to regain her composure.

The thigh high stockings had slipped down a little, and my heart skipped a beat as Leah reached down and pulled them up, straightening them so they lay against her skin properly. It was an erotic sight, enhanced by the fact that my wife was naked, while the four people around her were for the most part dressed.

As they stepped away and looked her over, I found myself fixing on her tan lines. Her backyard bikini would be considered daring in a public setting, and the contrast between the white areas, which barely extended past her most private geography, and the tan skin that was most her body, was deeply arousing to me.

No doubt it would show up well on the video. Realizing she was being scrutinized as they passed around her body, she squirmed, but there was nothing she could do to satisfy her modesty reflex. Bound as she was, she was open to their gaze, and anything they chose to do.

Don brought one of the packs over and set it between my wife and I, then the three guys backed away. Don and Jason moved to the cameras as apparent operators, and Steve moved behind me and sat on the bench on the opposite side of the table. I hardly noticed them as Leah stepped up to my wife, running a hand gently across her cheek.

With one of her long fingernails, she traced under my wife's chin, down her neck, and continued a trail down between her breasts to her abdomen. My wife hardly moved, until Leah hit a ticklish area on her stomach, which caused her to try and twist away. I was watching intently, hoping to see more, when Leah spoke.

'You realize that anyone on or near this lake can see you hanging helplessly?'

I heard the unmistakable click of a camera, and looking over saw that Steve was busily recording the scene with a zoom lens.

When my wife didn't answer, Leah flicked her left nipple with a sharp fingernail. Coming without warning, my wife jumped, but could not move away. 'Answer me.'

'Yes. Yes, I realize it.'

'You like that idea?'

She hesitated for a moment, then said, 'I hadn't really thought about it yet. It does turn me on.' My wife had been an avid exhibitionist before the arrival of kids required a more conservative lifestyle, so I knew she was likely speaking the truth.

'Good. We're going to have fun with you, and with luck someone will get a free show.' This brought a shiver from my wife. I'm sure she liked the thought, but she didn't expect Leah to be here, and no doubt had reservations about being exposed at the will of another woman. Leah added, 'This is park land, who knows who might be around.'

She paused, then went on. 'Does my being here still bother you?'

'A little, yes', came the honest reply.

'Want it to end here, before we go further?'

My wife thought about this for several minutes, nervously squirming from side to side against her bonds, as Leah waited patiently. When she finally spoke, it was barely audible. 'No.'

'That's good. Its not like I'd be willing to stop now anyway.'

Leah left that comment hanging as she moved to the bag and squatted down, giving me an excellent view of her nearly naked behind in the process. Looking past her and my wife, I realized one could see a great distance. As the lake wound through the hills, substantial shoreline was created, much of it having a direct line of sight to where my naked wife stood. It was a highrisk setting, which the cameras would capture well from their well thought out vantage points.

When Leah arose from the bag, I again studied her lovely butt, until I noticed the coiled up leather strap in her right hand. It was about a half inch wide and flat, and when she dropped one end it looked to be about six feet long. The end in her hand was curled up along the axis, and wrapped tightly with thin leather bands, like shoelace material, creating a handle.

Without warning, she swung with her right arm and the strap made a smooth, wide arc, hissing lightly as it cut through the air, landing across the back of my wife's thighs with a slap, the long end wrapping around to sting the front of her right leg.

Blindfolded, my wife never saw it coming, and the blow brought a scream from her lips, as her body arched upwards in response to the pain. Her arms went slack momentarily as she went up on her toes, her scream echoing across the lake. As she came back down flatfooted, she tensed for the next blow that never came.

'Is that what you wanted?' Leah asked.

'Yes.' Her answer was soft and tense, and had barely crossed her lips, when the next blow landed square across her naked buttocks, wrapping around her hip. Leah knew what she was doing. The brief conversation had put my wife off guard, and again she was unprepared. Letting out another scream, she tried desperately to move forward without result.

Leah moved quickly then, striking her three more times, once across the upper back, once on the lower back, and again across the buttocks. With her back to me, Leah whipped my wife with practiced grace, and my initial concern was quickly over-powered by the exotic sight of this pretty gothic woman beating my lovely, naked wife.

My wife wanted this? I tried to put the pieces together, and they all clearly pointed to the fact that my wife had set this up on purpose. She wanted to be whipped; it was the only answer. My cock swelled as I studied her now, arching forward to escape the next blow.

Her butt was tightly clenched as she pressed her pelvis forward, which simply exposed her pussy more to the camera on my left. Her breasts jutted out with her back arched as it was, and her rigid nipples were clearly outlined against the blue sky behind them. Her face pointed upward, her mouth was open as she whimpered, and a tear spilled from under the blindfold and ran down her cheek. Red welts had already risen up on her back, legs and ass. It was an intense scene.

'Had enough?'

'No', she gasped. I couldn't believe my ears.