It was a lovely evening, perfect late summer weather, with warm air softened by gentle breezes. We had gone out for a drive, then decided to have a stroll through some unspoiled woodland not too far away. All I had on was a thin and fairly short summer dress and sandals.

It was so quiet in the woods, nobody else in sight, a fact I commented on to Dave.

"Yeah," he growled, "and I bet the minute I start trying to get into your pants, half the town decides to come strolling past in some kind of parade."

 "That is silly," I told him, "you are starting to get paranoid in your old age."

At least that made him laugh, as he was only twenty-eight, just three years older than I was.

"Am I?" he asked, "do you want to bet on that?"

"In what way?" I asked, suddenly cautious.

Dave was deep and devious and had a very sharp and sexy sense of humour. Even after being together for some years, he still frequently surprised me.

"Take this path," he told me, "how many people do you think will come along here in say, the next hour?"

 I looked, then listened. Silence apart from the sound of the birds, even the traffic from the road a few hundred yards away was not to be heard.

"I would be surprised if anyone came along here in the next hour," I told him, "it is kind of out of the way, off the main pathways."

 "And you are willing to bet on that?" he asked me, smiling wickedly.

I nodded slowly.

"So what are you willing to bet?" he asked.

"Anything you want," I told him with more confidence than I actually felt, "why? What have you got in that deviously sexy mind of yours?"

 "Well, I was just thinking, if you are so sure," he told me, "then you will not mind me tying you to a tree and leaving you to see if anyone comes along to rescue you. Yes?"

"And if they don't come along?" I asked, "what do I get out of it?"

"Whatever you want," he told me, "how about having me as a total slave the rest of the night?"

 I smiled at that. He knew how much I loved having him helpless and teasing him. It did not happen often, so I always made the most of it when I got the chance.

"Okay, you are on," I said, "any particular tree?"

We strolled along a little, then he stopped.

"This one looks perfect," he told me, "nice handy branch just there at the right height for what we need."

He put his shoulder bag down and rummaged inside it for a moment, standing up with a pair of our furry handcuffs. He reached up, looping the short chain on the cuffs over the branch, and raising my arms one after the other to attach a cuff to each wrist. He could reach up that high easily, being close to six foot. As I was only around five foot three, maybe a couple of inches more in the sandals, there was no way I was going to be able to slip the handcuffs off the branch. I was almost on tip-toe as it was.

You want the dress on or off?" he asked me.

"On," I almost yelled the word at him. This dress was only held on by a single strap fastened with a bow behind my neck, so I knew he could take it off in seconds. Luckily he took pity on me and left it on. Then he took a blindfold from the bag and slipped it over my eyes.

"I will be near," he told me, "when will you want me to stop it if anything happens?"

"If it does, use your judgment," I told him, "I trust you. So long as I am safe, let them play if they want, especially if I look like I am enjoying it."

"Okay darling," and with a last smack on my bottom, he was gone.

It was boring, just standing there in silence and in darkness, I almost dozed off. Then I heard voices. Oh, wonderful, so Dave was right after all, someone did come along just as he had foretold. Brilliant. Two someones, unless they are in the habit of talking to themselves.

I listened. Two voices, male and female. Was that good?

"What the..." came a male voice, "what do you think?" he asked.

"Somebody playing sexy games," said the female, "their business. Mind you, she is rather sexy, don't you think?"

"Now come on, that is not fair," the man objected, "if I say no, then I am disagreeing with you, and if I say yes, I am a lecher and prefer her to you. Oh no, I am not falling for that, sexy darling."

She laughed, and I guessed they were kissing. Then I felt a soft hand stroking my cheek.

"You really are quite stunning," she said, putting her arms around my neck and kissing my lips gently.

I felt her fingers stroking my hair and then discovering something.

"Hmm, what is this?" she murmured into my ear, "a bow fastening? I wonder what would happen if I pulled it."

She laughed as I tried to say no, but her lips were again covering mine. I squirmed helplessly as I felt the bow come loose, and the dress fell to the ground.

 "Mmm, even more stunning," she told me, laughing, "maybe I will come back later to see if you are still here."

 I squirmed as her hand stroked my slit, briefly teasing my clit before she left. I heard the man asking, "What did you do that for?" but did not hear her reply. So now I was stood helpless and naked. 

I did not even hear the next visitor arrive, they came silently, so someone alone I guessed.  I felt hands wandering over me, then heavy breathing near my ears. I was turned around, to face in to the tree, and they stroked my back and bottom, squeezing the bum cheeks hard enough to make me gasp.

 I tried moving away from the hands, but that got me a sharp smack on my bare butt. Then another. So whoever it was they were into spanking. I wriggled my bottom and got another smack. All I could hear for a few moments was the sound of twigs snapping. I was puzzled, but the answer to that mystery was soon delivered.

A swooshing sound, ending in a stinging smack across both cheeks of my bottom, stinging sharply, forcing me to push forward until stopped by the tree. Then another caning across my bare bum, and another. Then noises from behind the tree.

The mystery caner dropped the twigs and I heard him running away. It came as a shock when Dave said, "That was fun to watch," in my ear, and I felt him put something around my neck. I wondered what it could be. Keys to the cuffs, maybe? A sign or notice? Neither felt right. I would have to wait to find out.

 More boredom until I heard more voices, two men this time.

"Hey, check this out," one said, and I felt hands wandering over belly then tits, teasing a nipple until it was hard. Then other hands stroking bottom and side.

"What do you reckon?" a second male asked, "just sexy games?".

"Well she is not gagged and not yelling for help, so I guess yes," came the reply, "and nobody has come to tell us we are not to touch, so I figure she is fair game."

"What about this then?" the other asked, as I felt the something being taken from my neck. "It says Use Me."

My mind was racing trying to think what my devious bastard of a husband had done now.

"Well, I was always taught to obey instructions," the voice laughed, "so why not.?"

The deep buzzing told me just what Dave had done. He had hung a vibe around my neck and written "use me" on it. And sure enough, someone had come along who was going to follow orders. I grunted as the vibe was slid into me, rising onto tip-toe as it impaled me.

Then they started sliding it in and out, while the other man teased and nibbled my nipples until I was squirming helplessly. Then the male not using the vibe slid behind me, arms around me from behind, his crotch pressing hard against my buttocks. I could feel his bulge rubbing against my bottom, as his fingers found my slit, stroking around the vibe until he touched the clit, erect and oh so sensitive

He started rubbing it, slowly at first, then faster. I could not move, being impaled by the vibe and with his arms around me and his bulging cock behind me. All I could do was stand helpless while the two brought me to a screaming climax, that went on and on.

 I was trembling when they stopped, and feeling so incredibly horny.

One said, "I wish I could fuck her."

I was powerless to prevent myself saying, "Please, yes."

 I heard zips being undone, and then my legs were lifted. hands on my bottom steadied me and a cock slid into my hungry pussy.

The voice behind me said, "Hang on," and I felt wetness, then another cock slid slowly into my tight bum-hole.

Four hands started moving me and it did not take the men long to get into a rhythm, and I was being double fucked, cocks filling me so tightly and when the hands came from behind me again and started rubbing the clit once more, I was coming for them, and they carried on double-fucking me, while still squeezing tits and rubbing the clit and I stopped trying to keep count of how many times I came, it just went on and on until they exploded inside me, and I could feel two cocks twitching away as they came.

Then they both slid out.