There was a time when my wife and I went through some kinky and daring sexcapades. I often took the lead, placing Joyce in various precarious situations of exposing herself in public places. One drunken evening at a luxury resort, I got her to pose completely naked on a pool table we found in an uninhabited room of the hotel. I even got some great photos of the event. Another time we made love in many positions on a golf course at night. Then there was the time I exposed her in front of several men at the Red Rooster in Las Vegas while I directed her to grab hold of two cocks and allowed a different stranger's mouth on each of her breasts. One of her tit suckers happened to be our taxi driver for the way back to our hotel, who I didn't mention to her until after we left the cab. Those few adventures were certainly memorable times.
The list goes on and on. Joyce asked me once why she was the one who was always on display. I told her I would be happy to exchange roles, but she never initiates the scenario. "Besides", I said, "men don't want to see me naked and very few women are into sexual games like men can be. I can't think of any man who wouldn't want to see you naked". She smiled and kept silent after that statement, as if mulling over a thought or two in her head.
I own an insurance company that employs about ten people at any given time. During the time of this story I am about to tell, there were eight females and two males. Cheryl is our cute bubbling receptionist and my personal secretary. She is young, attractive, smiles constantly, and has a great set of legs. There is Scarlet, who is short, skinny, has a scratchy voice, and looks older than she probably is due to the amount of sun she exposes to her already wrinkly face and body. Jane is the professional, very poised, tall and well proportioned in all assets of her body, hair usually done up, and has a thing about clearing her throat..."ah..hem".
There is Kim, a short and beautiful oriental gal, who fits nicely into all the tight clothes she normally wears. She always displays plenty of cleavage, which tempts me with the difficult task of trying to avert my eyes given our professional office environment. She too has a distinctive voice, with high sexy overtones. Of course Barbara is the tall, jolly, and slightly overweight comedian with a noticeably large bust.
Three other women are all married, strictly 9-to-5 and very prim and proper. George is also married and a family man.
Lastly, there is Jason, our flamboyant and gay leaning male.
I am close to all of my employees and while I like to be friends with all of them, I try to maintain a professional relationship in the office. Christmas office parties though, I have been known to drink more than I should and find myself singing songs in front of my cohorts when I probably should keep my singing to the shower only.
Still, I can't help myself from admiring the women in my office. I can never tire of glancing at Cheryl's shapely legs, especially when she bends over and her dress rides up her pert ass and exposes more of her taught upper thighs. Jane has a robust figure that screams out sexuality, even though she seldom ever lets her hair down. Barbara hides a rack on her chest that cannot be overlooked. Kim has a tight curvy body all over and her cleavage practically calls out to me. Scarlet, though not very sexy in appearance, exudes the suggestion she craves sex.
I shy away from eyeing the married ones and although I project a professional demeanor in front of all my staff, I can't help myself appreciating and fantasizing their special female qualities too sometimes.
My wife and I have a very satisfying sex life. We try to keep it interesting by spicing it up from time to time, but I never expected what was soon to occur.
I suspected she was up to something when my Birthday was fast approaching and I noticed her whispering or talking to several of my employees when she thought she was out of sight and earshot. She knows I hate Birthday parties thrown for supposedly my benefit, so I couldn't imagine what she was up to. However, on a Saturday, when my Birthday did arrive, I found out she did have something planned. She grabbed a bag and had me get in the car and we went for a drive out in the country. She told me to turn here and there and we were soon several miles out of town. We past a café along the roadside and soon turned up a hillside dirt road for another several miles. I knew the area, but I had never been up this road before. We came upon a flat plateau out in the middle of nowhere with grassy plains and a few large trees. She told me to pull over near one of the big trees in the middle and turn off the car.
"I have a very special day planned for you, but I need you to cooperate a little," she said.
Looking around at the desolate area, I simply said "ok".
She reached in her bag and pulled out a blindfold, one that was designed to keep from peeking out from around the edges. "Here, put this on, but first..." She handed me the blindfold and reached back into her bag and brought out a couple of Velcro wrist cuffs. "Put these on too," she said smiling.
I smiled back and did as she asked. It wasn't the first time one or the other wore these cuffs. I put the cuffs securely on and then donned the blindfold.
"Open your door and step out of the car," she told me as I heard her car door open and her getting out and closing her door. By the time I slowly got out and stood up Joyce was in front of me and I heard her drop her bag she must have brought from the car.
"Take off your shirt. It's my turn to be the Director," she assertively ordered. It was summer and I was only wearing a tank top, shorts with no underwear, and flip flops.
I pulled off my shirt and held it out for her to take, which she did. "Now your shorts".
I knew we were alone. The sun was out and I would likely get a burn in undesirable locations if I stayed out like this for too long. But I didn't argue. Obviously, my wife wanted this experience to please me in some fashion and I didn't want to ruin her plan, whatever it may be. I unbuckled my belt, unsnapped my button and unzipped my zipper. I pulled down my shorts, carefully taking off one flip flop at a time to remove my shorts completely. I stood up straight feeling the warm breeze upon my now naked body, standing by my car in this open field. I won't brag, but I have a fairly good build for a forty-year-old on this day and stand at six feet even.
Joyce guided me away from the car door, apparently threw my clothes inside and closed the door. I heard her pick up the bag and she took my hand leading me away from the car. We walked about 50 paces before she stopped and released my hand. "Stand still for a minute".
I noticed the sun was no longer beating down on me. We must have gone under the shade of the tree. I could hear what sounded like a blanket being shaken out. She took my hand again and walked me a few steps and turned me around. Somewhere, she came up with a strap to affix to my right wrist cuff. Then she adjusted me and repeated binding my left wrist cuff. Soon she was adjusting the straps pulling my arms straight out parallel to the ground. There was no discomfort, but my arms were tightly secure with very little play for movement. She removed my flip flops and I felt my bare feet touching a blanket. I next felt her attaching ankle cuffs and binding them to what I imagined were more straps. When she was almost finished, she tightened the pull of my legs to about 3 feet apart. Not only did I feel totally unable to move my limbs, but the widening of my legs also had the effect of a tighter strain on my arms. If she wanted me to feel totally bound and at her mercy, she succeeded.
She then bent my neck down and gave me a wet juicy kiss. To my surprise, she transferred a pill of some sort from her mouth to mine. Then put a water bottle to my mouth and pulled my head back by grabbing the hair on the back of my head. I could only guess it was one of my Viagra pills by the shape and size. Normally, if I would take one, I would only bite off a third of a pill at a time. If my guess was correct, I will soon be susceptible to hard-ons for the next 4-6 hours if that is her goal.
"I forgot something I'm gonna' need. I'm going to that café we passed a few miles down the road. I should be back within half an hour or so."
"What?" I exclaimed. "You're going to leave me like this"?
"Yep," she laughed. "You'll be fine. If anyone drives by, pretend you're a statue". She gave me another kiss. "Happy Birthday darling".
"But...!"
"Bye," her voice was already fading in the distance.
Within minutes I could hear our car driving down the road, 'till only silence and a calm breeze could be heard rustling the leaves in the trees and the tall grass in the field. Occasionally a bird or two could be heard chirping in the near distance. I felt pretty silly being bound to a tree, spread eagled, and as naked as the birds chirping above me. I tested my restraints. No. Not gonna' happen.
It seemed like forever, until what must have been about 20 minutes since Joyce gave me that pill, I felt a flush in my head. I could sense my face heating up. It must be the Viagra taking effect. Joyce must only have been gone about 15 minutes if that was the case. Only another 15 minutes or so until she returns, hopefully.
Do I hear a car? I could swear I hear... It's getting louder. Do I hear voices? Oh great. Again, I ineffectively tugged at my bonds. I'm in trouble. From what I remember from when I could see, there is no way anyone is going to miss the sight of me, being no more than 50 paces off the road. Maybe if...nah...I'm screwed. The car...cars? There is more than one car? Could this get any worse?
Voices were getting louder and I could almost distinguish a word here and there. They are driving pretty fast. Maybe...
"Hey, slow down!" A female voice shouts out the window. "Pull over. Look! There!"
" OH MY GOODNESS!" Another female voice's sound wave was sent in my direction.
Busted. Joyce...where are you! A chill ran through my body and I felt very naked at being discovered in my current state.
I heard a car pull to a stop close by. Female voices are chattering in a state of excitement. I hear another car pull to a stop. More voices. One sounds male. Most sound female. What! A third car? Maybe one is Joyce.
