Beach Bondage Run

BEACH BONDAGE RUN

My wife and I are pretty sexually adventurous, having been to several nudist resorts and beaches, played in BDSM clubs, done some swapping with friends using only safe sex, and played some exhibition games. We lived in a condo on the beach on the Gulf of Mexico. It was in a one-story complex, and there was a private entrance out onto the beach for each condo.

We enjoyed getting up early before dawn and running about a mile down the Gulf side of the beach and back. The reason for running so early was that we both ran completely nude, and the area was dotted with high-rise condominiums. I enjoyed watching my gorgeous wife running naked, a tad nervous, and her nice breasts jiggling up and down as she ran casually along the water's edge where the sand was somewhat hard.

Occasionally, we would see someone on a balcony of a high-rise, but never saw anyone on the beach at that hour of the morning. I doubted whether anyone on a balcony could tell we were nude in the dim light of pre-dawn. Because my wife loves being in bondage and is somewhat of an exhibitionist, too, I had a new idea. The following Saturday morning, we got up as usual for our morning run.

"Want to try something new?" I asked.

"What did you have in mind?" she asked, again in that playful tone of voice.

"Put your hands behind your back," I said.

I handcuffed her hands behind her, temporarily. After she was helpless, I placed a blindfold on her.

"How am I supposed to see to run?" she asked.

"I'm not finished yet."

I placed a leather harness on her which formed a figure-8 around her shoulders and across her breasts. The harness forced her breasts up and out even more than usual. I couldn't help but note that her nipples and clit were already erect and sensitive at the thought of having to run, not only naked, but now tied and blindfolded, too! Then, I removed the handcuffs and reattached her wrists to the harness high in the center of her back. The combination of the harness and the position of her arms made her tits stand out even more magnificently than just with the harness! Then I attached a leash to the front of the harness between her breasts.

"Now I can guide you while we run, just like a pet."

I led her out the door onto the beach. She was very nervous because she couldn't tell for sure whether or not someone was watching. I pulled gently on the leash, and we began to run our usual mile down the beach and back. On the way down, I noticed a young man, probably in his mid-twenties as best I could tell in the light, standing on the fifth floor of one of the condominiums. I waved. He waved back, enthusiastically. Although it was usually difficult to tell for sure in the dim light, I felt he might possibly be able to tell that my wife was bound and being led. On the way back, he had moved to the pool area of his condominium, and was overlooking the beach. From this viewpoint, it was very obvious that we were nude and that my wife was bound and blindfolded. I waved again, and he waved back. I decided not to tell my wife about being seen.

Later in the day, I was strolling the beach, in a suit this time, while my wife was shopping. As I walked in front of the same condominium, I was approached by a young man.

"Wasn't that you running with the lady this morning?" he asked.

"Yes. Did you enjoy the show?" I replied.

"Naturally! You are very lucky to have such an attractive lady who enjoys showing off like that--VERY LUCKY, INDEED!"

"I appreciate your compliment. I know she would, if she were here, and if she could overcome her embarrassment at having been seen! I haven't told her about you--at least not yet. But, I have an idea. She really enjoys surprises, especially surprises when bound and helpless. Would you be interested in surprising my wife?"

"Just tell me what you want me to do."

"Well, let's establish some ground rules. First, she must never see your face or know your identity. Second, you must never point us out to others or divulge our secret if you ever want to play again. Third, any future play must be initiated by me, not by you. Fourth, if the play goes far enough, condoms are a requirement. "

"No problem on any count."

"Good. Now, here's the plan..."

The next day, my wife found herself again bound and blindfolded for the morning run. This time, however, I added a ball gag to her accoutrements. She protested, but I made sure that she could breathe well around the gag. It was more symbolic than functional, but it did make her speech unintelligible.

I picked up a short, single-tailed quirt as we left the condominium and began the run. As we passed the young man's condominium, I stuck the quirt handle-first into the wet sand for him to pick up. We'd already discussed what he was to do with it. He joined us in our run but was behind us far enough that his footsteps were inaudible in the soft sand. He was nude except for a pouch tied around his waist which contained a condom just in case he had a need for it.

I stopped, and the young man stopped as well, still back far enough so that she didn't know...yet! "I feel you need additional training. Your running has been a bit slack recently, and I have added a little stimulation to the run this morning to see if you can't pick things up a bit," I said, watching her apprehension increase.

I gently tugged on the leash, and we again began to run. As planned in advance, the young man ran closer this time, and my wife now heard his footsteps behind her. She looked around fretfully, as if she could see through the blindfold. Then she felt the first sting of the quirt on her ass!

"Pick your feet up! Kick your heels!" she heard the strange voice from behind command. She realized at that moment that it was MALE!! She turned again, uselessly. The quirt stung her ass again, and again, and again. We reached the turn around point and started back. The entire way back her ass was stung repeatedly by the quirt. He added her tits as targets as well. Occasionally, the tip of the quirt snaked around her abdomen and her breasts from the side, and across her ass and up into her pussy from behind. She yelped silently into her gag but could do nothing about her ongoing torment!

"Arch your back as you run! Stick out your tits! Kick up your heels! Faster!" he commanded, as he emphasized the commands with repeated alternating blows to each tit and her ass. She ran faster, kicking her heels up and sticking out her tits as ordered.

We all three stopped together just short of the young man's condominium. There was a vacant lot there between condos, making it even more difficult for anyone to see us clearly in the dim light of dawn. Our bodies were now barely visible to anyone who might be watching out a window or from a balcony. We didn't see anyone obvious, but that meant little.

"You have trained well. You need a rubdown now," I said to my wife.

By this time, the young man had developed a massive erection. He removed the condom and his cock from his pouch and placed the condom on his erect cock. We sandwiched her between us with the young man in front and me in back. She felt the dual cocks at full attention, but she couldn't really tell 'who' was 'who.' We began to gently rub her stinging tits, abdomen, and ass, as well as her pussy and clit. I gave the young man the privilege of having the front so he could finally have his reward. My wife had been with a rare other man before, but never in a bondage situation. She suspected she was about to be semi-publicly fucked by a stranger while helplessly bound, gagged, and blindfolded.

She was right!! As we continued to stroke her most intimate parts, she soon was moaning, wet, and struggling for release. I nodded, and the young man entered her in one swift stroke and began pumping in and out as my wife had her first shattering climax. As she went nearly limp, he continued pumping as I gently entered her from behind. With both holes filled to capacity, she renewed her sexual ecstasy, and found the strength to have two more shattering climaxes before it was all over. The young man disappeared into his condominium, and I washed off my cock in the salt water of the ocean, and then led my wife back to our condo in the increasing light of dawn. Fortunately, no one ever appeared on the beach.

My wife loved her surprise run and has asked several times who the second 'lover' was. I have refused to tell her, but hinted, to her delight, that it might not be the last time for such a surprise. As we pass the young man's condo on the daily morning run, I occasionally see him looking at us. Sometimes my wife is bound, and sometimes not. He and I have met on the beach on occasion since then, and, in keeping with what I hinted to my wife, I have assured him that it will be only a matter of time before he has another chance to surprise her.