Yvette struggled playfully at the bonds that held her. She lay naked in her back yard. Her arms and legs spread apart bound to metal stakes buried in the ground. She had been left this way by her husband, Jim, as part of their game. Yvette loved bondage a rape-fantasy and Jim loved being dominant, so the two made a good couple in the bedroom. One of their little games was to have Yvette bound and exposed outside. Where she would be 'forced' to give Jim a blowjob before he left. She would remain bound for two or three hours while he went to take care of some task at work then would return home, often pretending to be a utility man or someone who just happened to discover the helpless housewife exposed as she was.
Jim had often told her how hard he would get while being at the shop thinking about his wife being tied up naked outside, vulnerable to anyone who might happen to pass by.
Yvette enjoyed the thrill of the game just as much as her husband. The pretty 34-year old had a nice, firm body. He breast were on the small side, but she had never received any complaints from any of her lovers before Jim came along. And he was quite satisfied with them as well. She was short with medium length, dark brown hair and brown eyes.
Yvette often feared discovery while being bound outside like she was now. But she knew that the risk was minimal. Their house was situated so that it boarded the woods on one side and one house on the other. They had a tall privacy fence and she always made sure to be positioned in a spot that was out of view of anyone passing through the neighbor's yard. She often lay out naked to sunbathe, but that wasn't as exciting to her as times such as these when she was alone and helpless. At least when Jim left her like this he usually put her in a shaded spot to avoid the risk of sunburn. At times she could hear the electric or water meter reader on the other side of the fence and she often wondered what their reaction would be if they happened to discover her.
Yvette froze when she heard laughter coming from the neighbor's yard. She recognized the sound of Paul's voice laughing with some friends. Yvette suddenly remembered that today was a school holiday. She hadn't thought about that before getting involved in her game with Jim. Yvette had always liked Paul. The 18-year old high school Senior had been living there when she and Jim moved in eight years ago. She remembered seeing the young man peering out his window with a pair of binoculars when he was about 14 or 15, watching into her bedroom. Yvette had been getting ready for bed after taking a shower and had forgotten to close the blinds. She caught movement across the way and looked up in time to see him watching her. She was totally naked and providing him with a full frontal view of herself. She pretended not to notice and casually crossed the room to close the blinds. Paul was always helpful around the neighborhood, but she could tell that he had a crush on her for some time. She guessed that it all went back to that one night.
She could tell that he wasn't alone next door. Yvette guessed at how long Jim had been gone. The thought that it could be no more than a half-hour. He would be gone at least another hour and a half at least. She closed her eyes and listened to the boys next door. She could hear them joking about girls and sex, and she silently laughed at the thought of them being only a few feet away from a totally naked woman.
Yvette heard a thud on the ground close to her. She opened her eyes and saw a Frisbee lying about ten feet away from her. She guessed that one of the boys must have overthrown the disk and sent it sailing into her yard. Just then panic set in as she heard a male voice saying, "Holy shit, look at that!"
Yvette looked toward the fence. Paul and one of his friends had climbed up far enough to look over and could see her lying there fully exposed. Moments later a third face popped into view.
"Hold on, Mrs. Gill!" Paul said as he began scaling the fence. The other two boys, seeing a naked woman before them, began climbing over as well. Yvette looked past the six-foot blond haired Paul to the other two. She recognized one of them as Paul's friend, Kevin. He was a skinny 18-year old who was always awkward in her presence. She didn't know the other fellow's name, but had seen him around the neighborhood. She thought he was slightly older than Paul and his friend.
Yvette blushed as the three boys stood before her, eyeing her ripe body. She could see bulges in the crotches of all three of their jeans.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Gill," Paula began. "We'll untie you. Freddie, call the cops.'
The older boy pulled a cell-phone off his belt.
"No, don't." Yvette called out. Stopping him from dialing. She wasn't sure what to do but she knew that she couldn't afford to have the police involved. That might cause word to get out about her and her husband's kinky games.
"This is just a game, Paul. Please, just go back to your yard and pretend you didn't see anything."
Paul stood there pondering her words. "I don't know, Mrs. Gill. We can't just leave you like this."
"What kind of game is this?" The older boy, the one Paul called Freddie, asked.
Yvette was blushing even more now, if such a thing were possible. She wished that at least one of them would look her in the eyes. As it was, they were now standing in such a way as to get a full view of her shaved pussy. She wished that she could close her legs.
"It's something my husband and I do," She tried to explain. "He leaves me here and comes back after a couple hours and pretends to be a stranger finding me like this."
The three boys looked at each other dumbfounded.
"You mean you like to be tied up this way?" Paul asked.
The humiliation was getting worse for her. "W-well, yes. Sometimes."
Paul knelt down beside her. Yvette was shocked when his hand slid over her right breast. Her nipples were already hard from embarrassment.
