Bac to Nature

This was a unique opportunity for Susan and myself. Our neighbors, Bob and Karen, owned property in a remote mountainous area about thirty miles outside the city. The site included a cabin that was within sight of a man-made lake. They had invited us to spend a weekend there with them. Initially, we protested that we could not leave the children. But they had a ready made reply. They had obtained a babysitter to stay with their kids and ours could spend the weekend with them. The children could all have an enjoyable time together and we could spend a few days away from any responsibilities. There was not even any internet service at the cabin.

Bob and Karen were our best friends. Bob and I worked together. In some ways, I envied him. For starters, I thought of Karen as what might be called a "trophy wife." She was 37, the same age as my wife, Susan. But she could have passed for considerably younger. She had shoulder length blonde hair on her 5'4" frame. She was absolutely beautiful and featured a bubbly personality. But I would never have even considered even making a pass at her. Bob was too good of a friend. But, more importantly, I was deeply in love with Susan, even after fifteen years of marriage. We were soulmates. Although not the beauty queen that Karen was, she was very attractive. Now 37, she had given birth to two lovely children. But that had taken nothing away from her girlish figure.

When we arrived at the cabin on Friday evening, we were all looking forward to forty-eight hours of communing with nature and spending time with each other. Bob and I decided to go for a short hike while the girls got things organized in the cabin. Little did we know that we would end up doing no communing with nature. But we would spend a lot of time with each other--and not in the ways that we had planned.

In our hike, Bob and I engaged in some gossip about some people that we both knew at work. We were gone no more than an hour. But when we returned and entered the cabin, we were shocked to see our wives sitting on the couch, with their wrists bound in front of them. Three strangers were also present--two men and a woman. The two men were carrying rifles and sported pistols in holsters around their waists. The woman was holding a knife. "Come in and join the party," one of the men said cheerily.

We were both furious. "Get the hell out of my cabin," Bob exclaimed.

Both men pointed their rifles at him. "We are not going anywhere," snapped the one who had invited us to 'join the party.' Bob and I looked at each other and we knew that we were in trouble. They were all heavily armed. We had nothing. We were in a very remote location and no help would be forthcoming. Everyone knew that we were out of town and not expected back until the end of the weekend.

The one who had assumed the role of spokesman was tall, about 6'4" and had muscles that bulged out from his tattered shirt and tight jeans. The second man was shorter, maybe 5'10". He had the look of a "mountain man," with stringy blonde hair and a full beard. The woman was petite, about 5'2." But she had large breasts, and it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra. Her nipples were visible through her flimsy white t-shirt.

Our initial concern was the safety of our wives. The captors made no move to stop us as we made our way across the room to be with them. I was about to ask Susan if she was okay, when the spokesman began. "We are all going to party together this weekend," he explained. He had the ladies arise from the couch and stand in front of us. Bob and I were then pushed down onto the seats. The woman captor put down her knife long enough to bind our wrists in front of us. She then used the knife to cut the restraints from our wives.

"Alright," the spokesman continued. "Now, one at a time, you will undress for us." He looked at Karen and snapped, "We will start with you. Strip!" I saw Bob bite his lip but say nothing. I made a point of looking away. Seeing this, he ordered me, "Watch her as she strips." Silently, Karen unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it to the floor. Loosening her belt, she pulled her shorts down her legs. Modestly crossing her arms in front of her, she stood there, frozen. "You are not done, Everything," our captor snapped. With a sigh, Karen unhooked her bra and pulled it away. She then pulled down her panties and kicked them to the side.

Turning to Susan, he barked, "Okay, now it is your turn." My wife looked at me as if to plead for me to do something. But there was nothing I could do. I then had to watch as my wife of fifteen years had to strip in front of these strangers and our neighbors.

Our captor then commanded, "Good. Now, the two of you will kiss." Naked, Karen and Susan looked at each other. With a sigh, Susan leaned over and lightly kissed her friend. "No," he snapped harshly. "We want to see both of your tongues in the mouth of the other." Opening their mouths, they passionately kissed each other. As they pulled away, he angrily commanded, "I did not say that you could stop. Keep kissing. And also, each of you put your hand between your friend's legs and fondle her." Bob and I then had to watch as our wives kissed and massaged each other's pussy. Still kissing, we could hear their garbled moans as each of them fondled the other. Sitting there on the couch, I could feel myself becoming aroused. I was embarrassed but I could not help it.

After what seemed to be an eternity, but was really only a few minutes, the girls were allowed to stop. Bob and I were then pulled up from the couch. Each of us had our wrist restraints cut away as we stood in front of our wife. "Now, it will be your turn." Pointing at me, he began, "We will start with you. Get undressed." As I undressed, I prayed that at least no one would comment about the erection that I was sporting from the scene of our naked wives being intimate together. That did not happen. I was humiliated when he ordered Susan to stroke my erection and compliment me on it. As she stroked me and told me how much she admired me, I could only exclaim, "OHHHHH. AWWWW!" As Bob then was made to undress, it was apparent that he was in a similar condition. So Karen was instructed to engage with her husband in the same way as Susan was doing. Bob and I were both moaning and squirming as our wives massaged us.

Eventually, the captor had enough of that. He casually informed us, "Very good. Now, we will start the party with a little wife swapping." Looking at me, he began, "You will lead your friend's wife to a bedroom and fuck her. The rest of us will all watch Then," and he looked at Bob, "you will fuck his wife."

We all looked at each other but no one said anything.

I started to protest, but he anticipated my complaint. "You will not have to do anything you do not want to do," he said, looking at me. "But if any of you declines to participate as we instruct you to do, then the other three of you will be restrained and you will watch as we take turns with her."

I looked at Bob and mumbled, "Bob, I am sorry. We cannot allow that. I suppose I will have to do it." He silently nodded. I took Karen's hand and led her toward one of the bedrooms as Bob, Susan and the three captors followed.