I dedicate this story to my nudist friends, Veronica and George. Happy birthday, George.
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A beautiful blonde busty woman is bound and blindfolded, what would you do?
"Honey, I'm bored," Veronica looked at her husband, George, with her sad, blue eyes and red, pouty lips.
"I'm sorry that you're bored, baby doll," said George giving her a hug. "What can I do to help?" He stared at her sexy body, before looking down at the bulge in his pants and looking up at her to smile his lust at her.
"No offense and don't take this the wrong way, George, but I need something more exciting than just having sex with you," said Veronica with a dirty laugh.
"No offense taken, sweetie. Do you want to play a game? We can play a game."
"A game? You know how much I enjoy playing games, George. What kind of game do you have in mind?"
Suddenly filled with an erotic adventure and perked up with sexual excitement by the kind of sexy game she had in mind that she'd love to play with her husband, she gave him a sexy look.
"Well, we have Scrabble, Monopoly, chess, checkers, dominos, backgammon, or cards. Pick your poison," he said smiling at his wife of twenty odd years. "There's always pool, ping pong, darts, and a whole library of computer games, too."
"I'm not a child, George. I don't want to play a silly children's game. I have other needs, if you know what I mean," she said sticking her finger to her lips and licking it, before pushing her finger in her mouth and sucking on it.
"I don't understand, Veronica. You said that you needed something more than just having sex with me," he said obviously confused, but mesmerized by the sight of her sucking on her finger, no doubt, while thinking of her sucking on his cock.
"Bigger than us, George, I need to play a game that we both can play together, as well as with others. So you see, I do need something more than sex," she said giving him another sexy smile.
"What game do you have in mind, then, if not a child's game and if not a sexual game?"
"I didn't say that I didn't want to play a sexual game, George," she said giving him a look of lust, before taking a long, thoughtful pause. "Let's play the game that we played at last year's nudists' Halloween party," she said flushing with a bit of embarrassment, as she remembered the sexy game that she played with her husband, as well as a few of the other virile, young men attending the naked function.
"Seriously? Boy, nearly caught in the act, a big no no, we almost got in trouble for having sex at a nudist function. You know how that's frowned upon. They asked us to leave, if they caught us."
George's penis pushed his eagerness to play her sexy game against the inside of his pants.
"Yes, I'd like to play that game again, but not at a nudist function," said Veronica coyly. "Consider this game as my special birthday present to you, George."
"You want to play that sexy game again, as my special birthday gift?"
"Yes," she said fingering her nipple through her clothes.
"So, let me get this straight, so that I don't misunderstand, you want me to tie you up, again?"
"Oh, yes," she said reaching her hand down to cup her pussy through her tight jeans.
"And you want me to blindfold you?"
"Oh, God yes, yes, yes" she said looking as if she was about to have an orgasm, just by the sheer mention of being bound and blindfolded. She launched herself from the couch to throw her arms around her husband's neck and kissed him.
Playing reversed roles, as if Veronica was the wildly mad and sexually romantic Gomez Addams of the Addams family and George was more reserved and in control of his emotions, in the way of Morticia Addams, they were still as sexually active, as they were erotically adventurous. After being together for so many years, it was obvious to everyone that this couple were still not only in love but also so very hot for one another. Their flame of lustful desire still burned as hot as the first day they made love.
"Oh, my God, Veronica, you'd make me the happiest man in the world to watch you play that sexy game again. I can't wait."
"Well, prepare yourself to be the happiest man in the world, George, because, in honor of your birthday, I'm ready to play that sexy game again," said Veronica.
"Only, if not daring to be caught playing that game at a nudist function, where do we dare play that game? After already having played the home version of the game and having enlisted my brother, most of my friends, the mailman, the UPS and Fedex man, and the pizza delivery guy, as unaware participants in our little game of what would you do if you happened upon a bound and blindfolded beautiful, blonde, busty woman," said George, "we need some new, innocent contestants to unwittingly play our sexy game."
"Yes, that's quite the dilemma," said Veronica. "Without having the captive audience that we had at the Halloween nudist function and having already gone through everyone we know at home, who shall we enlist to play our sexy game with us? Strangers?"
"Gees, I don't know, Veronica. Do we dare play our sexy game with strangers again? We took a big risk tying you to that tree the last time we played. You pushed your luck, when those three hunters found you and had their wicked way with you."
"Stop it, George, you're making me horny," said Veronica rubbing her vagina through her pants.
"Those hunters all had guns," said George. Do we dare take our game on the road and try it in public, again? Are you ready for that, Veronica?"
"Oh, God, yes. I'm so ready to be stripped naked and used and abused, George."
"Even though I want to play that game, too, I'm not sure how to safely go about protecting you, honey. I wouldn't want anything to happen to my baby."
"Well, instead of picking a spot in the woods that was a bit too secluded, what if..." she said putting her finger to her lips again.
"What if what?" George looked at his sexy wife with loving adoration.
"Since we live across from the golf course and there are always men there, especially at such an early hour," said Veronica, "I was thinking that we should take advantage of that location?"
"Okay? Tell me more," said George, while fingering the head of his growing erection through his pants.
"You prop me up against a tree in the woods, a tree far enough away from the fairway to give us the privacy that we need to enjoy our game, but a tree closer to the 18th hole and the clubhouse. That way, we'd have a better chance of attracting a man to take advantage of me, if he knows that he can run to his car to make good his getaway should someone come. Only, just in case the guy that comes along is a whacko, just in case I need to flee, while screaming for help, don't tie me to the tree, this time."
"Okay, we can do that. As exciting as it is for you, watching you having sex with someone is exciting fun for me, too. Only," said George laughing, "am I going to hang the four F sign around your neck again?"
"Yes, we need a sign, but not the one that you hung around my neck the last time, NOW THAT YOU FOUND ME, FEEL ME, FUCK ME, AND FORGET ABOUT ME. That was just too crass. If I'm to play the innocent, virginal victim, we need to come up with a better and more believable sign," said Veronica.
"Hmm, let me think," said George. "I know. How about this? I'm a bitch. I spent all of my husband's money on clothes and shoes, before having sex with his best friend and his brother," he said laughing.
"Very funny, George, albeit true, being that I spend so much of your money on clothes and shoes and fucked your best friend, before making love to your brother but, now that I think about it, that sign will work," said Veronica with a sexy laugh. "Definitely, that's a sign that will provoke a man's anger and justify their reason enough to have their wicked way with me. With a sign like that, I'd have men taking advantage of me, instead of untying me, as they did the last time we tried playing our game, that is, before those three horny hunters happened along."
"Okay, let's do it," said George rubbing his hands together, as if he were a fly rubbing its forelegs together, after landing on a lump of dog excrement.
Wanting to look really hot, Veronica took her time getting ready. She put on a full face of makeup, with ruby red lipstick to give her that Angelina Jolie blowjob mouth and blue eye shadow to make her big, blue eyes appear even bigger. Then, she picked out her uniform of choice, a short, loose skirt with a button blouse that had a low cut scalloped collar, should her sexual assaulter not want to take the time to unbutton her blouse, but to reach down her shirt and feel her tits through and/or inside her bra. Underneath her clothes, she wore her white bikini panty and, for convenience sake, a low cut, front snapping bra over her C cup breasts. Her favorite bra, it was a bra that barely covered her areolas and nipples. Suffice to say, an understatement, she looked hot. No doubt, with her so helplessly perched up against a tree bound and blindfolded, no man in his right mind would untie her.
Once ready, they walked along the road to the golf course and George escorted her to a select tree, where Veronica took a seat in the soft grass. Even though she was concealed from view, with her shapely legs sticking out from her short skirt, if looking that way, golfers could still see her sitting there, when walking past that part of the golf course looking for their errant golf ball. Once someone strayed close enough, all she had to do was to cough or make a sound to get their attention.
As if Veronica had been accused of being a witch in Salem, Massachusetts, four hundred years before, George took great pleasure in hanging the sign of shame around his wife's neck that read, I'M A BITCH. I SPENT ALL OF MY HUSBAND'S MONEY ON CLOTHES AND SHOES, BEFORE HAVING SEX WITH HIS BEST FRIEND AND HIS BROTHER. Making sure they were alone and there was no one coming, he tied her wrists and blindfolded her, before leaving her there to fend for herself. Only, instead of tying her to the tree, as he did the last time and as he promised he wouldn't this time, for her safety sake, he loosely tied her hands together, should she need to free herself in a hurry to get away from someone who didn't correctly play their game.
He watched over her from a distance with his binoculars. Just a few hundred yards away, if Veronica was in danger, he could quickly run to her, while screaming at her sexual assailant to get away from her and leave her alone. Besides, one of their favorite games to play, it wasn't as if they haven't done this before and it wasn't as if he was forcing her to play. Just as they both enjoyed playing this sexy game, this was all her idea.
