My husband and I have a trip to the Caribbean planned for our twentieth anniversary and he told me he googled 'topless beaches' during the trip planning. At first, I didn't like the idea and thought he was joking. When he detected that I wasn't protesting the idea he told me he also googled 'nude beaches'. The more I thought about it the more I became friends with it. Heck, we'd be on vacation. No one we knew would be there.
I'm in good shape for forty-three. I work out a lot and I still get friendly glances (maybe a little ogling) when I'm out or volunteering at our church. Even a couple of my son's friends like to flirt a little. Both Jason and Taylor are away at college so we're empty nesters. Marty says he is proud of how I look when we have a date night.
Our trip was planned for early October and the summer was almost over and his landscaping business was slowing down. He loves to putter around in the yard when he has downtime but his riding mower was broken so I teased him about being bored and fidgety and thus starting the Google searches.
I knew I needed to try to get at least a good start on a tan for the trip and the idea of not having tan lines appealed to me. It was obvious Marty was excited about that idea so I decided to begin laying out in the backyard by the pool naked. Our privacy fence is pretty high and there's not a house really close so I knew I could get away with it. If I heard a helicopter flying near the house I would just cover up.
So I headed out of the house with my sunblock and wrapped in my beach towel. On the way, I flashed Marty with a giggle and he said he would be back after picking up the riding mower from the place where he got it repaired and maybe we'd have some fun when he returned. When he saw I was naked under the towel I got a cat whistle and an exaggerated 'hubba hubba!' as I went into the backyard. I was kind of hoping he'd get the mower later and stick around for some fun right then but I heard him leave.
I positioned the lounge toward the sun and lay down by the pool...a little self-conscious but excited for the trip. I had my headphones on and listened to some classical station on the radio and was very relaxed. With two cucumber slices on my eyes, I started to think about what might be in store for us in the Dominican Republic. Marty always says vacation sex is the best. I was also open to the possibility of a bonus romp in the hay when he returned home that day. I guess I was getting a little supercharged and began thinking about the business end of that cucumber in case he changed his mind. This caused me to squeeze my thighs together a few times. I was getting a little drowsy and must have dozed off when I heard the riding mower in the front so I knew he was home. I fell back asleep for a while and when I woke up he had already cut the back lawn too.
Early the next morning, Marty left for the landscaping shop to work on payroll. After cleaning up the breakfast dishes I showered and got dressed to go to the church hall to help the pastor stuff envelopes for a fundraiser. When I got to my Range Rover, I saw an envelope stuck in the wiper. I opened it and my jaw almost dropped to the driveway. Inside were three scans of photographs of me lying naked on my lounge! They were from different angles and fairly close up. I figured it was Marty's overture for sex later, but I was furious at the whole idea. What if someone would have seen the note or it had blown off the car and a neighbor, or the mailman picked it up? I decided to have a talk with him when we got home for sure!
After the initial shock I saw there was a letter in the envelope too. I opened it. In very neat block letters it said;
"There's a tackle box under the shrub to the right of the door. In it is a blindfold and two pair of handcuffs. Tomorrow at 10:30 sharp, when your husband is at work, put on the blindfold and put your wrists in the cuffs and clamp the other end to your bedpost. I have the keys. Leave the front door unlocked. Oh yeah, make sure you're nude. When I'm through with you and unlock the cuffs I want you to start to count to one hundred OUT LOUD before you take off the blindfold. What you won't know is whether or not I have left the house or if I'm standing in the hall listening to see if you disobeyed me.
"If you open the bedroom door before you finish counting and I'm standing there I'll press 'send' on my cell and the nudes will be winging their way to your pastor. Seeing my face won't matter at that point because you don't want Pastor Whatshisname to see your sexy body. Or your neighbors seeing these. Or maybe your kids. I'm not fooling. Do it! See you tomorrow. If you don't do as instructed or if the front door is locked the originals of these pictures will be shown to your pastor. It'll happen regardless of whether at that point you know who I am or not. These pictures of your sweet tits and pussy will be in his possession one way or the other."
OH MY GOD! The pictures are from different angles and fairly close up. On one of them, my legs were parted and my bald vagina was in full view! I guess Marty forgot to lock the gate when he brought the mower into the back. Someone must have gotten in while I was asleep. I started to practically hyperventilate but then something hit me. It was Marty!
I decided to not say anything. There was a time before the kids were born when he used to occasionally tie my wrists and ankles to the corners of our old four-poster bed with his neckties. That was always fun. We both feigned disappointment when we handed that bed down to our daughter when she was a pre-teen and we had bought a new bedroom set for our room. Now the kids were gone out of town to college, and he wanted to rekindle some spark before our trip so he could parade me around topless on a beach. Or maybe even naked! He can be such a stud when he wants to be.
So the next day I gave him a sly wink and a longer kiss than usual when he left for work. I could hardly contain myself as I fished the tackle box out from under the bed. I still had several hours and my mind again drifted to that cucumber in the fridge. I congratulated myself for my admirable restraint as I fidgeted around cleaning the house. It seemed the morning crawled by until 10:20 when I splashed some perfume on and put on my makeup. I checked myself in the mirror and felt good about how I looked for a middle-aged housewife.
Feeling a little naughty, I used my lipstick to paint an arrow down from my belly button to the top of my mound. I clamped the cuffs to the bedpost. As I did, I hoped that whatever scraping back and forth that might happen wouldn't leave scratches on it. I put the blindfold tightly over my eyes with a double knot so it wouldn't slip off. I then fumbled around blindly to secure the business end of the cuffs to my wrist. I heard the front door open.