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Guys,
Ever wonder what to give your honey for Valentines Day? Well, I think I have it solved. Just light a fire in the fireplace, open a bottle of wine, turn off the lights and light a candle or two. Then lay out a furry blanket on the floor and read her this little story I wrote.....I know you'll lose interest after the first paragraph....but go ahead, read the whole thing just for her......you'll be greatly rewarded in the end, I promise.


Autumn
Last swallow of coffee, he picks up his travel cup and heads for the door. Hey hun, I was thinking, looks like great weather this weekend, how about I take off a little early and we head over to the cabin. Leaves should be just right. Maybe have a little fun like last year. Let me know, I’m running late. Out the door he goes leaving her with her thoughts.

Last year……. that was fun wasn’t it? I still think about it, and more. Like all couples that had put their romantic and adventuresome life on hold while raising their kids, now that the last one is out, they have rediscovered that part of their life that had went missing for so long. Even better, with age comes patience, and with patience comes………everyone.

Last year……mmmm I can hardly wait to recreate that…….maybe take it a step further? I don’t know if I can, but I do think about it a lot.

They have rediscovered how to add a little spice into their sex life. Exhibitionism. Oh no, not the flash people, have sex in front of a group, oh no, they, me couldn’t do that. But those little things you can do, safe things, 99% sure nothing and no one will be seen things. But still……………. Like the time she pulled up her skirt in the car at night. Opened her legs and gently traced her fingers up and down her panty front. She thought he’d wreck the car for sure. No one could see in, she could pull the dress down quick if someone would pull alongside them, but still, it could happen, and a stranger could see.

Then there was the time they were on the upper floors of that hotel. A single light shining from the bathroom, and they stood in front of the window. He was pressed hard against her back; she could feel his hard cock against her dress. He was fondling her breasts and kissing her neck, she pulled her dress up and was showing the world her black panties, stockings, and garter belt…….if they were looking up at that time.

Things like that, just enough daring, but safe. But wow, oh so titillating. Then last year at the cabin.

They had been gifted this cabin in the woods by his great uncle. He had loved it as a kid, spending any free time there with his uncle and aunt. It was in the middle of a thick forest of trees and many hills. Trails all around to explore. A creek to play in, a spring fed pond, and even a little cave. Sad, but to their advantage, his aunt and uncle had no one to pass this place on to so they gave it to the son they never had. They had a great time raising their children there and now…….it has become their own little escape. Sad but there are people a little closer now. Not too close but close enough you can see them hiking on their side of the fence. Hear them on a still day. But that in itself had added a little something to their sex life. That safe, but still, feeling.

She looks forward to these escape weekends now. You never know what will happen. Sometimes it is just a getaway, a place to relax, recharge. Campfire, hot dogs, a little wine, and soft romance. Others……pure spice. She has even gotten to the point she had no problem stripping nude, climbing in the hot tub out on the screened in porch, at night, with all the lights off. She finds herself getting excited if she hears voices in the dark from the neighbors, if they only knew what she was doing. They had even spent a rainy day there walking around the cabin nude all day. Fireplace to keep them warm and just enjoying each other all day long. But always in the back of her mind thinking what if a neighbor came over to borrow something like they have in the past.

But last year……….ahhhhhhhhhhh

It was fall…….last year. Just about the same as it is now. The leaves were all ablaze with color, showing off like peacocks except with golds and reds, greens and yellow. Warm sun filled days and cool crisp nights. Some mornings foggy, others with a hint of frost. It had been one of those long weeks and she knew he needed the break. She had the bags packed and waiting when he got home. She even drove the 2 hrs to get there. They pulled in, unpacked the car quickly, she sent him out to the hot tub with a bottle of wine and she prepped the meat and cheese tray with some fruit. She dropped her clothes and joined him.

She could tell by his smile that he approved what she had in mind and his hard day…..week just rushed out of him and just looking at her when she joined him…….he was recharged by her beauty. They sat there in the steaming jets of water, chatted, ate, drank, and just enjoyed each other. They kissed long and loving. Tonight, it was all romance and relaxation. The wine had done its trick, released the stress and got them ready for a very restful night. They got out of the tub, wrapped themselves in their thick drying robes, headed to bed and cuddled as they drifted off into slumber.

She awoke the next morning to whistling, he was happy…..and cooking. He had the bacon in the oven, pancakes, and eggs ready to go. Coffee hot and flavored with the caramel creamer she loves. They sat and ate in silence, but she could tell he was ready for an adventure and so was she.

She had been thinking about this for a while now. She hopes she is ready to go this far, to do what she had thought about, take it to the next step.

She asked him if he is ready for a hike today, to go on an adventure. He sees the look in her eyes and smiles, sure! They rush through the dishes and gets things ready. She goes in the bedroom and digs into her bag and pulls out her “hiking” outfit. She emerges and he is scratching his head, he has never seen her dress like this to hike. She stood before him in her normal fleece zip up but she had a jean skirt on……a short jean skirt. But she did have her hiking boots and woolen socks so let’s get going.

They walked along taking in the crispness of the morning air and feeling the sun warm them. The leaves were beautiful and very dry. They crunched under foot. They were slowly and silently falling, only when they joined their brothers on the ground did they make a little noise. They would stop off and on to catch their breath, listen, and kiss. They were just about to that spot she had picked out. Just a little further up the trail.

When they got to that spot she had already decide on, she ask if they could stop and take a break. They sat on the stump of a big tree that had been cut down years ago. It had been the right height for them to use over the years to stop, rest, and just enjoy the solitude you can only get in the middle of the woods. They sat in silence and listened to the leaves falling and the breeze rustling in the treetops. They drank the water they brought along and started to kiss once more. When the kisses turned a little longer, harder and with more passion she stood up. Walked away from him and reached back, lifted her skirt, and showed him she “forgot” her panties. She stopped, let him take in the view, revealed in the moment before she turned to walk back to him. As she walked, she unzipped her fleece and showed him how forgetful she was today. Her breast was swaying in time to her walk back to him. By the time she reached his smiling face the fleece was on the ground and her breasts were at his mouth. What else could he do but lick his lips……and her nipples.

He was working hard, pulling her nipples, getting them hard…..harder……make them stick out just so he could latch on and suckle those rubbery protrusions. She reached down and unfastened her skirt and let if fall at her feet. Here she was, doing something she never had done before in her life, strip naked out in the open. Open for all to see. No hiding behind walls, screened in porches, darkness of night. She was naked….bare assed naked, in the light of day, having her nipples sucked, and……dripping.

It was almost too much for her, hearing her husband sucking her breasts…….tits…….. and know at any minute someone else taking a hike could see…..see her in her nakedness. It was too much to take in and she reached down between her legs and gave her husband one more shock of the day as she rubbed herself until she screamed out.

Everything Ok? She collapsed in his arms, they looked at each other with that look of bewilderment. Again, someone was yelling “Everything Ok”? Her husband yelled back, we are ok. The voice answered back, I thought it was a woman I heard screaming, is she ok? Ma’am, are you ok? She could hardly answer, yes, I am ok, I just slipped and twisted my ankle a little. Ok, do you need anything? No, we are ok, we are going to head back to our cabin where we have ice. Ok, take care.

They stifled a laugh, and she hid her face in embarrassment. She picked up her clothes, quickly dressed and they headed back to the cabin.

When they opened the door her husband was on her again. Wow, you were so hot out there, naked, and that guy heard you scream as you came. I bet he knew what was going on, I bet he even saw you…..naked. That was all it took to set her off, here safe in her cabin with the door locked, her mind went soaring, dreaming of a stranger seeing her naked and playing with herself. Her husband rarely ever seen her do that, it was one of her “secret” things she did. She imagined herself being that slut as she climbed on her husband’s cock and started to ride him like a wild woman. He wasn’t going to complain but he did wonder what she was thinking since he never seen his shy wife act quite like this, taking full control and just ride him like this.

She pushed against him, pulled herself away and plunged back down on him, over, and over, and over once more until she was screaming again. He joined her in the screams as he unloaded his passion into her, filling her until it mixed with her juices and came spilling back out.

Out of breath, heaving, sweating, and shivering in the coolness of the cabin he pulled a blanket over them as they laid on the rug in front of the fireplace and dreamed of a roaring fire to keep them warm in their slumber.

It was dark outside when they came back to life. He got up, did the necessary trip to the bathroom, came back out pulling clothes on as he worked to start a true fire. She gets up and takes her turn in the bathroom cleaning up the remnants of the afternoon. He got the fire going about the time she had the steaks ready to put over the flame. They could hear them sizzle as they ate their salad. They dined on steaks and drank a little more wine but were lost in their thoughts. After supper was done, dishes cleared, they curled up on the couch in front of the fire and talked.

What happened out there today? You are usually the shy one, cautious, wanting to be daring but in a safe way, and that…….. What? You didn’t like that? Well, yes, I enjoyed it, just a little surprised is all. Do you think less of me? Like I am a slut or something? No, no, nothing like that. I am your husband and you are my wife, I do not think of you like that, it is just…….a different you and I really liked it. And when that guy……….. I think you really liked that. Knowing someone saw you naked. Well, to be honest, it was hot……I still don’t think he saw anything, but just the idea he might have…….that was what I was thinking when we got back here. Does that shock you? I was so hot just thinking of him seeing me, seeing me naked, seeing me play with myself and he was getting hard, I could see it in my mind, he was there watching me and his cock was tenting in his pants.

Wow, he was shocked at what he was hearing his wife saying. After all these years she never even let on that she like sex like that and he …….loved the idea and it got him to thinking.


Ahhhhhhhhh last year. Now here they were, heading to the cabin in his truck and both are unusually quiet, each lost in thoughts. Her…..last year. Him, what is going to happen this year.

They get to the cabin, unpack and get supper started. Tonight, a campfire and hotdogs. A regular wiener roast since they did it naked. They laughed and joked around and in general enjoyed the idea of being naked even if it was in a safe area and in the dark, but it was nice just to get into the mood for later this weekend. They watched the embers fade and headed to the hot tub just for a quick dip to relax the muscles for a better sleep.

The sun woke her and just like last year she could hear him in the kitchen and the smells…….she was in love all over again, her man is doing those things that make her happy. I hope I can return the favor later today….just like last year.

She stumbles down to the table. He kisses her long and loving and proceeds to fill her with his passion……. breakfast food. Bacon, light and fluffy scrambled eggs. The secret is adding just a tablespoon of water he says, create steam and in turn fluffiness. Use a hot pan, turn off the heat once you add the eggs never over cook them. Pancakes full of blueberries and his special blueberry compote. Just a dallop of whipped cream and a sprinkle of powdered sugar is all that is needed.

Breakfast over and dishes done. Quick cleanup and changing into “hiking “clothes once more. This time she has decided on a big billowy skirt and a fuzzy sweater. It is cool and breezy, but the sun is out. She will need something to keep her warm as they start on the hike but later………… She still wears her sensible hiking footwear. There were thoughts of heels but that would be too silly. He looks her over and she can tell he approves. She thinks he knows……she is wanting a repeat of last year. But he has his own ideas for this year.

They set out full of energy and lightheartedness. They chat and just enjoy the beautiful scenery. They stop off from time to time to get a little water, catch their breath, and just look into each other’s eyes. They wonder what the other is thinking and then again, they are lost in their own ideas how they want the day to end.

They get to that place where a year ago she bared it all to the world for the first time and almost got caught….or did she really got caught and not know it.

They sat on the stump. He pulled out a bottle of wine from the backpack he decided to bring this time. She did wonder what he had in there, he usually doesn’t bring one when hiking here since they are close enough to the cabin.

They sipped wine, relaxed, listened to the wind in the trees and just took in this beautiful day. He leaned over, kissed her and felt her breasts though the sweater. Yes, no bra, this makes it better he thought. She liked the idea, being felt up out in the open like this. Anyone can see………oh yes, there it goes……the idea of anyone can see us out here in the open, me being felt up like a common slut. She could feel it between her legs, that little throbbing, things starting to swell.

He looks around, sees what he needs and kisses her once more. He stands up, pulls her up to him and gives her a big kiss. She responds and is his now. He moves her over to the area he wants her to be and drops to his knees. She thinks he wants to feast on her even though he did have 2nds on the eggs and bacon. She opens her legs and was happy that like last year she “forgot” her panties. What is he doing? Why is he rummaging in that bag? She feels something around her ankles but is lost in the idea of her hubby eating her pussy right here out in the open where anyone can see it happening. He moves to the side and then the other. She feels a tug at her ankles and went to move to the left to where he is and almost falls over. It is only then that she opens her eyes and sees he has tied her ankles to two trees on either side of her. She opens her mouth to say her protest and he puts a ball in her mouth. Then he pulls a strap across the back of her head and realizes it is to hold the ball in her mouth. She tries to voice her protests, but she can’t articulate words, just guttural sounds escape her mouth. Then a blindfold is placed over her eyes. Her arms are then pulled out and she realized they are being pulled and tied off on those same trees that her ankles are shackled to.

All of a sudden her sweater is lifted and her ample breasts fall free and dangle there in the open. He has tied the sweater in a way that it will never fall down, cover her tits. They are now out in the open and will never see cover until……he is done. When will that be? How long will he leave me here. What will he do to me?

Then quiet. He has stood back and must be looking at her. She feels the breeze lift her billowy skirt. She thinks it is the breeze. Something is lifting it. Almost high enough to expose her ass but still not quite. Is he there playing with himself? He must be. She starts to get into this a little. Tied up, unable to move, to see, to speak, just being an object for him to stare at as he plays with his……cock, that thick, long, hard cock of his. She is now getting excited. She can feel the warm sun on her breasts but the cool breeze is causing her nipples to stick out, aching to be sucked and licked. This is going to be better than last year.

She can hear him walking towards her as the leaves crunch underfoot. Her dress is lifted up…..oh boy, he is going to play with my pussy now. SLAP!!!! A hard slap on her ass is all she got. He says you like being a slut? Well, you are going to get what a slut wants. With that she can hear him walking in the leaves as he heads down the trail back to the cabin. WTF?

She pulls and tugs at the roped securing her to the tree and gives up, it is no use. She is not going to be able to escape. What is he thinking? What is he doing? What is going to happen to me? Oh, he’ll be back, he wouldn’t leave me here. He is probably going to come back with a toy….that is it, he forgot to pack the toy he was going to use on me. Hmmmm, I should hear him coming back soon. She waits. Waits, and listens. She hears all kinds of noises. Leaves falling, acorns too. A rustle. What was that? Is it hubs? Wrong direction. Animal? On no, I hope not a ground hog…..worse, a skunk. No, nothing anymore. Where is Hubs and the toy?

She goes back and forth, back and forth. Excited thinking of being here, tied to a tree, anyone can come along and use her to for their pleasure and……fear……the fear that someone will. Intermixed she is pissed at her husband for doing this to her. How long has it been? 30 mins, hour, two? How long have I been here? Oh no, now I need to pee……bad. That coffee has made its way through me.

What was that? That sound? Crunching. Leaves being trampled underfoot. Hubs!!!!! Wait. Wrong direction. Same direction that voices came from last year. Oh no!!!!!! Hubs where the fuck are you? Is it someone? Is it an animal? It is a large one if it is, deer? I hope.

The crunching is regular, no animal, a human and it is getting closer…..closer…..but it isn’t from the same direction as the cabin. Closer. They are here. They are now standing about 10 feet away! They can see me, tits hanging out, tied to a tree, helpless. Mouth gagged so not screaming for help and eyes blindfolded so no way to know who is about to play with my slut body. Slut body? SLUT!

They come closer. Closer. Closer to the point I can hear them breathing, breathing hard. Is it me that is causing this or just a long hard walk? Hands are pulling my nipples. I try to pull back but only cause them to be pulled harder. Hard enough that my whole breast is pulled away from my body. It is painful but feels good. Then those hands encase my tits. TITS? Yes my slut tits. I am a slut aren’t I? Having a stranger feel me.

She feels a wetness develop between her legs. Why is that? Here I am, in the middle of the woods, restraint, and a stranger is feeling me up. I should be horrified, scared, and yet……I feel like a slut and I am getting wet thinking about it. I mean it really is my husband, right? I think that is his hands I feel. But then again, they are a little rougher, calloused, and not using the usual technique I have come to enjoy over the years. Who is touching me? Who? Who cares? I want to be used like a slut. Where is that coming from?

He moves around me, almost like he is eyeing a prized heifer at auction. Walking round and round. He reaches out and squeezes my tits as he passes in front of me. Finally, he stops behind me and I feel him slowly lift my dress. It tickles my thighs as the hem passes over them and I feel the breeze for the first time as it blows over my inner thighs and leaves a chill. It is then I know I am leaking, leaking my lady fluids down the insides of my thighs, or is it pee? I forgot I needed to go so bad before he showed up. Whatever it is, it leaves goosebumps on my ass as the chill rises.

Then I feel it, his hands on my ass and realize my dress is pulled up and I am fully exposed below. They are feeling my ass all over. Slowly caressing it, then hard squeezes. Finally I feel my cheeks as they are opened exposing the last hidden treasures for all to see. He pulls my hips back a little and I now know I am in full view of this person…..husband or stranger, I do not know. I have little jolts of fear that a stranger is playing with me but still feel confident it is my husband. Then again, that voice last year…………

He kneels down behind me, I feel his breath on my ass. It moves closer…..closer……then his hands are on my cheeks once again and I feel him slowly peeling my cheeks opened. His mouth, his breath moves in. Then a slow, deep inhale. He is smelling me, pulling into his nose my scent. My womanly scent. My leaking juices. I feel his fingers run up my inner thighs as they collect the wetness leaving a trail as they course down my legs. I hear him lick those same fingers and a slight mmmm comes from him. The first sound but no, not sure, it could be, but then again, I don’t think that is my husband making that sound. Could it be? No, no it wasn’t a woman was it? Oh no, now what.

Who is this kneeling behind me? Is it my husband? Strange man…..woman? I should be terrified but somehow………..I should be disgusted that it could be a woman but…………. I don’t know what to think, all I know, I feel like such a slut and only one thing could make me feel like a complete one and that is if………………

At that time a tongue finds it’s way to the skin on her ass. A kiss on the cheek and a lingering tongue tracing its way up, down and around the cleft of her ass. She is surprised to find she is leaning forward, pulling on those ropes, trying hard to push her ass back against this face that is mere inches from her delicate inner parts. The most secret space a woman has to offer up. She sighs when she feels it, that wet tongue tracing up and down her lips…….those soft and velvety folds. Once more she hears a sound coming from this person behind her. Again, soft, higher pitched, not the usual sound her husband makes. Not a male or female sound, just a sound.
With her eyes covered, she is lost in her head, trying to “see” what is happening and she can actually. In her mind she sees herself there in the woods. Her arms tied to the trees spread wide opened. Tits left hanging, she is shaking them side to side just to feel the weight pulling on them. Leaning forward as much as her restraints allow. Ass pushed back into a stranger’s face…….there, there it is, in her head it is a stranger, she wants to be violated by a stranger. It doesn’t even matter at this point, man, woman, she just wants it, she wants a stranger behind her, licking her, sucking on her clit, sniffing her ass as they plunge that wet and fat tongue deep in her. A Stranger using her.

She can feel it inside her…….those little jolts…… flowing from her pussy to the rest of her body. She works her muscles, those that she uses to hold her husband’s cock inside her, she puckers her ass, squeeze and release. She is lost in herself, getting pleasure from……a stranger.

Then he, she, is gone, moved away. Crunching noises………where…..where did you go? Come back! Please? She desperately tries to rub her thighs, squeeze her labia, finish herself off. She is in agony. She is in tears, wanting to cum so badly, and then to top it off, the force inside her bladder says she can’t hold it any longer. She lets go, little spurts at first since she has been holding back the flow for so long, then a long steady stream. She now feels like a true wonton slut. Nearly naked, allowing strangers to use her body, peeing for all to see……..for anyone to see. The whole world is watching her……….

The sound from her pee hitting the leaves underfoot has disguised the new crunching sound. As her stream slows to a trickle she can hear it, footsteps on the leaves, breaking their brittle bodies, them screaming out. They stop close behind her……she is embarrassed to be seen like this……..so unlike her, so unlady like, so much like a common slut, a whore. Naked, leaning forward on her ropes, ass back, pee and that thick liquid that can only be juices from her pussy staining her inner thighs and her cunt lips opened and engorged. She is ready to be taken. Cunt lips? Cunt? I have become so deprived, haven’t I? Using that ugliest of words to describe my lady parts. Look what sex has done to me, that burning desire to be taken by a stranger, be freed of that safe, shy girl life I am living, become a slut for strangers…..any strangers.

The stranger removes the gag now. And she is amazed at the first words out of her mouth. Fuck me! Fuck Me!! Fuck Me Like a SLUT!!!!

Her arms are cut free, she bends over giving herself to whoever it is. She feels hands, familiar hands, hands of her husband as he grabs her hips and pulls her onto that other familiar thing of his, that thick, hard, long cock. He pushes and pulls her, using her, hard, harder, hardest. She is loving it, she is finally free to be that slut that resides inside her. She grips his cock with her muscles, she feels each and every inch he pushes inside her. She can’t hold back, it is building, building more and more. She is about to go when the blindfold is removed and there in front of her is another cock, full and ready to slip in her mouth. She opens to voice her protest and it enters. She gives in completely now and sucks hard as she feels the first wave hit her……….then the second wave as she feels hubby explode inside her. Then the third wave, the one that knocks her off her feet as this stranger…..this actual stranger fills her mouth with his cum. She can’t take it anymore and falls into that pile of leaves at her feet. She curls up in a ball, cum dripping from her pussy, and tries to hold all those waves inside her belly. But knowing she is now laying there, a true total slut and hubby has arranged it just for her.

She wakes up, she smells breakfast being made for her. It seems like a dream, like she is reliving yesterday……wait………It was all a dream? Me being tied up? Becoming a slut? She reaches down between her legs and she is soaked like she gets after one of those sex dreams she has at times. She sighs, she is still a safe, shy lady……..

But later today on our hike……………..

ur anus isn't lazy

Thanks Chanc and Bizz for reminding me why I had done a self imposed ban on posting anything in the forums section. I get tired of people that hijack topics just to show how much of an ass they are. I am sure a lot of people will be happy, but I will be moving my stories to another website where at least the comments are more about the stories. As far as PV forums.......Phttttttttttttttttt

I for one love it!!! Please dont stop !!! Those few guys ,Have no clue

I remember this story but I confess, i did read it again.
I'm between books so it was good timing.
Thanks woo woo for taking the time to give us ladies something juicy to read. Well written!! ☺️ and great Valentine's gift for us. ❣️

When's it being published 😀