One of Carols main fetishes, of many was being helpless, it was a main them removing any ownership she did not want to show while I was slow fucking her, telling her what I was going to do to her. When she came, it was hard.
The location was on a section of the state park beach we went to a lot. If there were any people they were usually lone men rock hunting or walking their pets. She would be off the beach, behind a sand mound. with three sides woods the other the lake. I would tent stake her out, face up, arms and legs spread with a sign placed above her head. The sign would read “Please Fuck Me” with lines below “use a rubber found in the box, empty it on me and leave the rubber between my tits”. She would be blindfolded.
I took my time, letting her mind work, then cooled her off, masturbated her several times to the point she was about to get off, which I would do several times no mater where we were gong and went back to the beach. I was there, say ten minutes, and I spotted a guy walking his pet on a leash, picking up the rocks. When pet got close he said a very loud hello, which was perfect, could never be planed. We talked, about the rocks he had found and then he went his way. I went back to her, untied her hands so she could have a smoke and shot or two. She said she had never before got off without being touched and she just had. She then tried to explain the feeling. I let her talk, she was learning how I got off. The mined is a wonderful thing.
We lay there for a hour then heard two men, talking, coming down the beach. Carol said something about me not being down there but lay back down. I could have stopped anyone that need to piss going over the mound, just by warning them there was bur patches over the mound and sending them down where I went, but odds of any of this happening were long I just relaxed myself. I am glad I do not gamble, I could here one of the guys tell the other he needed to piss. Being naked was not going to be a problem and anyway Carol love to be seen. She spread her legs and I started to slow masturbate her.
He stopped when he come over the hill, I right away pulled my fingers out of Carol and said high. He cam down a way and sat down. We got into a conversation that was broke up by him remembering why he was on the mound in the first place. He said he had to go, got up and asked would we like a beer. Sure enough both men returned, I told them they could take off there things if they wanted and come down to the blanket.
Carol was close to my side, her hand around my arm, both of us leaning back on our elbows. As they were coming down the hill I felt her hand tighten, she just said my name and looked at me. She garbed my face so she could talk into my ear. I will never forget her two words “the sign”
There was simply nothing for me to do but come clean, told them what we were doing, and if they were interested we could keep the game going. Both looked at each other and said yes. One of them was all ready hard so I told the other he would come down to beach with me. I tied Carol back down, otherwise it would be nothing more then like the swing clubs we went to, this while she was sucking on the hard ones balls as he masturbated over her mask. The two of us went back to the beach. Each of them got more then they wanted I am sure by the looks of them. I was lucky no one else came along, you could hear he coming over the waves.
I set up another meeting when I found out they were both married, that I wanted several more married men if possible the next time. Married gave us some business protection. When I got back to her they had done what the sign asked for.. They even dug a hole between her legs so she did not have to raise herself when being fucked. She was covered in cum. The rubbers were between her tits. Back at the car she put the dress on right over the cum and we went to dinner. We hung the rubbers on a tree on the trail hoping to add to them. Her only conplant was no cum in her cunt. The day was not over.