I can just imagine the two of you walking through the woods together,
holding hands and enjoying the day. Your path through the forest seems to wind on forever,
pulling you farther and farther from the troubles of civilization. After a couple of miles
the trees clear away and as you crest the top of a small ridge, your eyes behold the
second most beautiful sight you have ever seen. The power of the river, laying in its
narrow banks is truly awe inspiring. Without speaking a word to each other you both
silently agree that this is the perfect place to stop for a private lunch. Quiet you eat
while you take in the view and relax in the familiar warmth of each others company.Before
you depart this natural wonder you unpack your camera to preserve forever the beauty of
the river and it's surrounding glory. As you pan the camera about, searching for the one
shot that will best capture the vastness of the forces that are at work here, you come
across the only sight that could ever eclipse the raw splendor of nature. For a short
second your sexy wife is framed perfectly in the lens as she bends to adjust her shoe.
Quickly you return the camera back toward her.
She is truly a vision of loveliness, and immediately you realize you've found the shot
you were looking for. The sunlight dances off her hair like fire as she wrestles with the
laces of her footwear. Slowly you you begin to squat so as to bring more of her into your
field of view. You smile with delight as her wonderful form fills the frame and you
realize that the neckline of her top is hanging open, exposing the gentle curve of her
right breast. You pause just a moment to make sure that everything is set up right, then
quietly you speak her name.
"Sheryl"
As she looks up from her foot realization dawns quickly and a wry smile creeps across
her face. Quickly you snap off a couple of frames, hoping everything looks a gorgeous on
film as it does in real life.
Soon after the moment passes. Sheryl finishes her adjustments you pack up your camera
and once again you are off on the trail once again. The only records that you even passed
that way are the film in the camera and the memories you share. You replay that memory in
your mind several times as the minutes roll by, and as you visualize the picture of her
sensuous body framed by the awesome power of nature, your lust starts to stir. With each
step your penis hardens as mental picture of your wife looses another piece of clothing.
Soon, in your minds eye, your sexy bride is standing naked it this woodland paradise,
ready and waiting for your intimate attention.
Your grip on her hand communicates some sense of urgency to your mate, but as she turns
to inquire about the change in your demeanor a plan erupts in your head. Firmly you guide
her toward and huge fallen tree. As you walk Sheryl tries to question your actions, but
when you begin to rub your hands across her voluptuous body she quickly understands.
The passion builds within you both and you lean against the natural bench that the
forest has provided. Almost before she realizes it Sheryl feels her shirt slipping down
her shoulders. She starts to offer protest, but your racing mind is already way ahead of
her. Out of no where a small length of soft nylon rope appears in your hand.
Seconds after her arms clear her sleeves they are trapped by your rope. Your wife
begins to struggle as she realizes that she is no longer in control of her own body. Her
weak attempts to free herself and her half hearted pleas are not lost on you. They only
serve to fuel the fire that burns within you as you go about the business of securing your
captive.
In one swift move you unfasten her jeans and draw them and her panties down her
succulent thighs. They end up in quite a wad around her feet. Her sturdy walking shoes
prevent them from coming off and her inability to efficiently make use of her hands turn
them into a very functional restraint for her feet. All struggling now ceases as Sheryl
gives in to the fact that she is now your prisoner.
As you reach for the rope dangling from the knot that holds her hands immobile, your
eyes meet hers for the first time since you embarked on this venture. For a minute you
worry that things might have gone too far for your buxom bride, but while you scan her
face for signs of stress, you breath a sigh of relief as you recognize the signs of
arousal scattered across her flesh. The fire in her eyes and the hardness of her nipples
give silent ascent to your strange behavior. Passively she allows you to lead her as she
shuffles her feet around to the end of this great fallen soldier of the forest. You can
smell her sex as you bend over to arrange first her shirt then yours over the rough bark
of the downed tree. Together they provide just the right amount of padding for your wife's
delicate flesh as you bend her over and lay her face down along the length of the massive
log.
Obediently Sheryl stretches her arms ahead of her. Instinctively her legs fall to
either side of the wood that supports her. It only takes you a minute to finish your work
by tying the loose end of the rope to the remnants of a branch protruding from the trunk.
Only now do you take time to assess what you have done.
Before you lays your comely wife, virtually naked in a true wooded paradise. Her arms
have been tied securely out in front of her and her drooling pussy and ass are lewdly on
display as a result of her legs hanging around the side of the giant cylinder underneath
her.
She isn't looking at you but you can still read her excitement from the way her hips
have started to involuntarily hump against the wood. Casually you stroll around your
prize, stopping near her head. You slip one leg over the log as you unbutton the front of
your own jeans.
Slowly your wife raises her head to look at your crotch, Her gaze on your groin just as
your organ springs free. Hungrily she licks her lips. She knows what's coming next.
Eagerly she awaits it. It seems to take hours for you to settle yourself down in front of
her, but in reality it only a few minutes pass before your rock hard pole slides into her
mouth.
Sheryl's bonds keep her from moving very much so to take maximum advantage of her warm
soft mouth, you begin to slowly piston your cock in and out of her mouth. It's easy to
settle into a nice, slow rhythm and it's only the slowness of your movements that keeps
you from stopping as you catch a glimpse of something close in the woods.
Staring at you from behind a clump of bushes is the obvious form of a man. Through the
leaves you can see that his dick is out and without even thinking about it you instantly
match synchronize the thrusting of your penis to the strokes of his hands.
The look on your face I can tell I've been discovered. Our gaze locks momentarily and
it's apparent in your eyes that you have no intention of stopping. Cautiously I continue
to stroke myself, but feeling like an intruder I turn to leave. Suddenly the expression on
your face changes. Am I dreaming or are you somehow giving permission to join you and your
wife. Carefully you lift your hand from where it has been buried in her hair. You point
toward Sheryl's magnificent ass and nod your head.
Being as quiet as I had when I stumbled on this erotic scene, I creep toward the feast
you've laid out before me. Not until my warm breath drifts across her slippery crotch does
your wife realize anything is amiss. As my tongue drags across her humid hole she
struggles to turn to look behind her. Soon the struggles cease as she discoves how
helpless she really is. Her bound hands prevent her from rising, her pants and panties
seem hooked around the bottom of the log and your cock in her mouth keeps her head from
turning far enough to see. Once again her muscles relax as she resigns herself to the
pleasures of the moment.
With each stroke of my tongue, Sheryl get's hotter and hotter. You can tell by the
vigor with which she sucking her cock that her orgasm is drawing near. Each time I suck
her delicate pussy lips into my mouth a little moan escapes her lips. Just to drag the
episode out a little longer, move off her dripping snatch and begin to probe and suck at
her asshole. The little rosebud winks every time I my tongue darts toward it's center.
Meanwhile her hips have really started to move, marching to the silent beat of my mouth on
her ass. Finally I can take it no more. I have to get into this hot piece or burst, but
I'm determined see her come first.
Sheryl almost screams around your cock as my flexing tongue slides down onto her clit.
Her whole body pulls at the ties that bind it as massive tremors run up and down her
quivering torso. Your penis is almost forgotten as her mouth opens wide in a low moan that
tends to rise and fall with the crashing waves of her orgasm. Her senses return to her a
little at a time, and each passing moment makes her more aware of the fact that her
husbands meat is still firmly lodged in her mouth, and the tongue between her legs has
been replaced by something longer and harder.
It takes a few cycles before we both sync up but when it finally happens the effect is
awesome. It's almost as if we are both attached to the same pole sliding straight through
Sheryl's body. In unison we both continue to saw back and forth, each speeding up at
almost the exact same time until we both explode in a shower of sperm. Whether or not your
wife has come again no one but her knows. Right now it takes all the concentration you can
muster just to remain off the ground. As the last shot of your seed empties into her mouth
you find yourself bending over her head, your arms locked on top of her back with your
head down panting.
The movements of her tongue over the head of your softening member drags you back to
reality just in time to see my back retreating down trail I came from. Not a word was
spoken between the three of us, but like your camera, each of us now has a beautiful
picture of the raw power of nature to reflect upon.