The Risqué Run

The soft, ambient lighting bathed the bar in a warm glow as Lisa took a sip of her bourbon, the warm liquid sending a pleasant shiver down her spine. The scent of vanilla and amber from the nearby diffusers mixed with the rich aroma of her drink. She leaned into Matt, her curves pressing against his muscular frame. "This resort is incredible," she purred. "I feel so relaxed already."

Matt's eyes sparkled with mischief as he traced his fingertips along her shoulder. "I'm still hoping to give you a reason to be a little less relaxed later tonight," Matt teased.

Lisa smiled demurely, the soft hum of conversation and clinking glasses filling the crowded bar. She spotted a four-top table with two empty seats and nudged her husband, nodding towards them. "Think we can join them?" she asked. "I want to get off my feet. Heels suck for standing this long."

Matt chuckled softly, his hand discreetly sliding down to give her rear a gentle squeeze. "They may suck for your feet, but they make your ass look great," he murmured, his voice a low rumble in her ear. Lisa snorted in mock derision at Matt's playful touch, the twinkle in her eyes betraying her true feelings. Matt followed her gaze to a nearby table where an attractive couple sat engaged in animated conversation. The man was speaking animatedly, his broad smile and calm confidence radiating warmth. His companion, a woman with long, wavy brown hair and delicate features, gazed attentively at her partner, with a soft smile and the occasional nod. Two empty chairs at their table beckoned invitingly.

As they approached the table, the couple looked up with warm smiles. "Mind if we crash at your table?" Lisa asked. "I'm Lisa, and the big guy behind me is my husband Matt. Don't worry though, he's domesticated."

"For sure. Pull up a chair!" the man replied warmly, his broad smile inviting. "I'm Luke, and my lovely girlfriend here is Bella. We just arrived today. This place looks amazing - we can't wait to see what all there is to do here."

"Thanks," Lisa said, sliding onto the high seat. "Aah, finally off my feet," she sighed with relief. Bella looked down at her heels and nodded, smiling sympathetically.

As the two couples fell into easy conversation, Lisa noticed Bella's reserved demeanor. Something about her - the way she seemed to be holding herself back, combined with the spark in her eyes - reminded Lisa of her own journey of self-discovery long ago. She wondered what passions and stories lay beneath Bella's gentle facade. "What made you pick this place?" she heard her husband ask the couple.

Luke squeezed Bella's hand as she answered, "Well, my idea of a perfect vacation is, well, lounging on a beach. Book in my lap, bar right behind me, all that. After making Luke take me to those the last few times, I owed him something a little more dynamic."

"She lost a bet, basically," Luke interjected playfully. "But I've sworn to let her crash while I attend to her every need once we get home so she can decompress again. I don't know if I can figure out how to do a backyard beach Phineas and Ferb style, but I'm sure I can keep her supplied with drinks and books for a couple of days."

Lisa laughed with delight. "I can't believe you know that show."

"Yeah, my mom used to put it on for me and my brother when we were kids," Luke smiled.

Lisa's smile froze for a brief moment, but she quickly recovered. Tossing the rest of her drink back, she smiled wryly, "Well, I suddenly feel old."

Just then, a waiter approached their table, asking if anyone wanted anything to drink. Matt piped up, "Another porter for me, and the old hag here would like a Four Roses, neat."

The waiter did a double-take at the description, looking at Lisa for confirmation, but she just nodded, her shoulders shaking as she tried to repress her laughter at Matt's jibe.

Bella and Luke ordered their drinks, and the waiter scurried off. "Oh come on, you can't be that old," Bella said, looking Lisa up and down.

"I do hope he hurries back with that drink," Lisa mused, smiling. "But, yes, I'm at least old enough to have watched it with my kids instead of my siblings. Although I think it was on reruns then. Always had a soft spot for Ferb. Must be the engineer in me."

"So, why'd you two pick here," Luke asked.

"Oh, that's easy," Matt started.

"Adults only!" he and Lisa said in unison.

"Don't get me wrong, I love my kids more than anything," Lisa said. "But sometimes mama just needs... adult time. Somewhere where I can let it all out, have some drinks, do something stupid, and have my husband fuck me without wondering if I'll hear a small hand knocking on the bedroom door. It's a recharge, basically."

Just then, a staff member came by with a stack of colorful flyers, dropping one on their table. "Be sure to check out our event for National Nude Day tomorrow," he announced with a wink before moving on to the next group.

Bella glanced down at the flyer, her cheeks flushing slightly. "The Risque Run? That sounds... wow."

Lisa leaned forward to skim the flyer, her eyes widening with each tantalizing detail. "Listen to this," she purred, excitement lacing her voice. "The Risque Run is an event where women take a course on the resort grounds topless or fully naked, with their wrists bound."

Bella's jaw dropped, a mix of shock and intrigue flashing across her delicate features. "That's... Oh my God! I couldn't ever do something like that."

Lisa smiled knowingly, remembering her own initial hesitation when she and Matt first started stepping out of the norms of their previously vanilla sex life. "Oh, I don't know," she began.

The waiter finally returned with their drinks, and Bella immediately took a sip of her margarita while she waited for Lisa to continue.

"Well, it would definitely be more public than I've ever played before. Checks the 'do something stupid' box, though," Lisa grinned, holding her drink up under her nose to sniff it as she finished her sentence.

Bella bit her lip, her hazel eyes flickering with a newfound curiosity. Matt, noticing Bella's growing interest, chimed in. "You know, sometimes the most exciting adventures are the ones you never thought of trying."

Luke stayed quiet, seeming to be carefully studying his glass of wine. Bella looked up at Matt. "And you're okay with this? Your wife running around naked, getting touched or... or more, by other men?" she asked incredulously.

Lisa snorted quietly as Matt laughed. "Of course, we talk about it. Neither of us is going to do something the other isn't comfortable with. And getting to play like this occasionally? It makes her come alive. I'd be an idiot to deny her that when I get to reap the benefits for months on end." Lisa's eyes twinkled over her glass, her lips curling into a smile.

With wide eyes, Bella glanced at Luke, as though searching for his reaction, and found him looking back at her with smoldering eyes that seemed to raise a blush on her face.

"I still don't know," Bella said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It sounds both terrifying and exhilarating. Still mostly terrifying. But... no, it's completely insane, I would die."

Lisa reached out, giving Bella's hand a reassuring squeeze. "It's only mostly insane, not completely. At least go listen to more about it - it says there's an informational session tomorrow morning. We'll go together! Worst case, you don't do the run and you still get a story to tell your friends about the crazy people you met on your trip."

As Luke put his arm around Bella and gave her a squeeze, she paused, as though gathering her courage, and finally gave a hesitant nod, barely able to meet Lisa's eyes.

"That's the spirit," Lisa cheered. "We'll meet tomorrow."

As the conversation flowed, the air crackled with a palpable energy, a shared sense of anticipation for the adventures that lay ahead. Bella seemed to draw strength from Lisa's confidence and Matt's encouraging words, her posture straightening as she listened intently.

Lisa noticed Bella's demeanor shift, the initial hesitance giving way to a tentative excitement. She smiled, feeling a sense of camaraderie with her new friend. This event was more than just a daring adventure; it was a chance for Bella to step out of her comfort zone and discover new aspects of herself. As the evening wore on, the allure of the Risque Run seemed to grow, sparking a newfound resolve in Bella's eyes.

Lisa was astride Matt, leaning her head back with her eyes closed, luxuriating in the feeling of having him inside her. "I'll never tire of this view," he said, cupping her heavy breasts.

"Think you'll get to see more of Bella tomorrow night?" she teased, still not opening her eyes as she gently eased her body up and down on him.

"Well, there are worst fates I could suffer," Matt chuckled as he started to gently roll her nipples between his fingers. "But this is what I'll keep coming back to."

"Oh, I know," she purred. "Didn't have a doubt in my mind."

With the morning sun casting its golden tendrils through the sheer curtains, Lisa nestled against Matt's chiseled chest, her heart hammering despite the warmth of his embrace. The rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing did little to soothe her nerves. The run loomed in her mind, a tantalizing mixture of excitement and trepidation.

Matt, seeming to sense her anxiety, gently kissed the top of her head, his beard tickling her forehead. "You do know, right, that this is the pattern?" he asked, a playful smile in his voice. "You start off super excited about pushing yourself to do this new and exciting thing. Then you get cold feet and you're certain that it's the worst idea in the history of bad ideas. You think you'll need therapy for life, we'll end up divorced and penniless, we'll hate each other, our kids will hate us both --"

Lisa turned her head to look up at his mirthful expression, her eyebrows raised at his playful exaggerations.

Matt, without missing a beat, continued, "-- but then most of the time, you do the new thing anyway, and every single time you do, you end up thrilled that you did it." He paused for a moment, then added, "Although in fairness it probably helps that most of your new things involve multiple orgasms."

Lisa couldn't help but laugh, the sound muffled against Matt's strong torso. "You know me too well," she admitted. "But this... it feels different. More intense. What if stepping over this line changes things for us? What if it makes things worse?"

Matt tightened his hold on her, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her bare back. "Oh, please," he scoffed. "I'm still going to want you just as much." He paused, then continued more softly, "I know it feels different. And of course, you don't have to do it if it doesn't feel right."

Lisa sighed, feeling a bit of her tension ease. Matt added, "But you did promise Bella you'd go to the informational session with her. That poor girl might die if she ends up alone in that room with no one she knows," he chuckled.

Lisa laughed, her breath warming Matt's skin. "I was that... reserved once, myself --"

Matt chuckled, interrupting her. "No. No, you weren't."

"Fine!", Lisa said, smacking his leg in mock anger. "Okay, fine, I was never _quite_ that shy. And yes, yes, I'll at least go to the information session."

"Besides, if you do it, this way when you get back and the kids ask what we did on our trip, you can tell them that mommy ran a race. They'll be so excited," Matt teased.

Lisa just glared at him, blushing.

"Maybe skip the part about the protein snacks, though," he added thoughtfully.

Dissolving into laughter, she picked up a pillow and hit him on the side of his head with it.

As they disentangled themselves from the warm cocoon of their bed, Lisa's mind raced with thoughts of what the day would bring. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror; her athletic body, toned and curvaceous, her breasts full and heavy. A flutter of anticipation stirred within her at the thought of baring herself for the run.

Matt, noticing her reflection, stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Lisa, listen to me," he said, his voice serious. "Nothing you do could ever make me love you less or be less attracted to you. If anything, seeing you go after your desires only makes me love you more."

Lisa met his gaze in the mirror, her eyes searching his. "You really mean that?"

"Absolutely," Matt affirmed, kissing her neck softly. "You're my everything, and nothing can change that."

She sighed, feeling a bit of her tension melt away. "Okay. I'll go to the session and see how I feel."

"That's my girl," Matt said with a smile. "And remember, whatever you decide, I'm here for you." He paused, then grinned mischievously. "You, and also your tits," he added, playfully grabbing her breasts from behind.

Lisa burst into laughter once again, the last of her tension dissolving as she leaned back into his embrace. "You always know how to make me laugh," she said, her voice warm with affection.

Later, as Lisa and Bella stood outside the conference room, the air thick with excitement and nervous energy, Lisa couldn't help but feel a shiver of trepidation. The faint hum of conversation from within the room only heightened the tension. She offered Bella a reassuring smile, but the younger woman's wide-eyed expression betrayed her anxiety.

As they entered the room, Lisa's eyes swept over the sea of women gathered there. Some were chatting animatedly, their laughter filling the air, while others stood silently, their expressions contemplative. A facilitator, clad in a form-fitting dress that left little to the imagination, took the stage and introduced herself as Kim, then began to explain the rules of the run.

Lisa listened attentively, her mind racing as the facilitator detailed the requirement for each woman to be at least topless and have her hands tied behind her back for the course. She glanced at Bella, who looked as if she might bolt at any moment. Lisa offered her friend a reassuring smile, reaching out a hand to gently rest on Bella's arm, but she was still feeling a little anxious herself.

The facilitator continued, explaining the color-coded bracelets that each woman would choose to indicate her boundaries. Lisa's heart raced as she listened to the options: Green for no touching at all, only looking. "Perfect if you just want to dip your toe in," Kim explained. Yellow meant touching above the waist was okay, including adding bondage above the waist. Orange for full body touch ("including toys"). Purple meant the woman could be asked to give a blowjob. Red for vaginal intercourse, and lastly, Blue for "anything goes, including groups and anal." Lisa saw a flush creep up Bella's cheeks as the facilitator described the boundaries in explicit detail.

Kim paused as the women in the room digested this, most of them seeming to be trying to figure out if they wanted any part of this and if so, which color they'd want. Lisa's thoughts drifted to Matt, remembering their conversation from that morning. She knew he would support her no matter what she chose. She'd been to a few play parties that effectively went up to orange. Did she want to try going further? She glanced at Bella, who looked like she was questioning every life choice that had led her to this moment.

Continuing her presentation, Kim explained that each encounter would be time-limited to 20 minutes, and each woman can have only three total encounters before her bracelet automatically turns green. "Now, I should mention," she added with a playful smirk, "the 20 minutes is mostly for your benefit. For some of the guys, that's... well, a lot more time than they need."

A round of laughter rippled through the room. Lisa noticed some of the tension leaving Bella's body as she laughed, the lighthearted moment easing her nerves.

"Now a note on safety," Kim said, looking around the room. "Your safe word is 'red red red.' Just say those words. Or, if you're gagged, hum the happy birthday song. If you do either of those things, the man will immediately stop, and the encounter will end. As I'm speaking, the men are also participating in a session where the consequences of not immediately stopping, or of violating the boundaries set by the bracelet, are being carefully explained. Two years ago, we did have one guy who was absolutely certain that 'red red red' meant 'go go go.' As I recall, he was expected to, eventually, make a full recovery."

Lisa did not get the impression that the woman was kidding.

Kim wrapped up the presentation by telling the gathered women that if they wanted to take part, show up around 7:30 - 7:45, where everyone would have access to a changing room to store their clothes and a chance to choose her bracelet before the event start at 8 PM.

As Kim concluded her presentation and the women began to disperse, Lisa turned to Bella. "So, gonna do it?" Lisa asked, a playful glint in her eye.

Bella hesitated for a moment, seeming to gather her courage. "I'll... yeah, I'll try it. It's still insane though. But when am I going to get a chance like this again? I think I'll stick with yellow though," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not sure I'm ready for anything more than that. Even that feels like I'm pushing my luck." She suddenly looked stricken, and added, "But you're coming too, right?"

Lisa nodded, a surge of admiration for her friend's bravery swelling within her. Going from nothing to running topless and letting strangers touch you was quite a leap. "Yes, I'm definitely coming too. And yeah, picking yellow is totally fine," she said warmly. "It's better to start simple than to dive into the deep end and get overwhelmed. You're already being incredibly brave."

"What about you, though?" Bella asked, her eyes searching Lisa's face. "What bracelet are you going to go with?"

Lisa took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. "I think I'll go with Purple," she said, her voice steadier than she felt. "I want to try something new, more than I've done before, but I'm not sure I'm ready for anything beyond that."

As they left the conference room and made their way back to the resort, Lisa couldn't shake the feeling of nervous excitement that bubbled up inside her. She knew that the run would be a challenge, but she was determined to see how far she could go and see what she was capable of. And if she was lucky, she might even find a little pleasure along the way. Like Matt said - orgasms help.

Meanwhile, in another conference room, the men listened to a burly presenter named Jake, who was going over the same rules Kim had explained to the women: the different colors for the bracelets and their meanings, time limits, and the strict prohibition on electronic devices or anything that even looked like it could have a camera. The room buzzed with excitement.

His warning was somewhat more explicit than Kim's veiled comments, though. "On the remote chance that some of you are thinking, 'Surely I can push this woman's boundaries since she's tied and gagged and can't even say no,' let me be very clear. We are monitoring the entire course, the entire time. Security is all throughout the woods. Step out of line, and they will tase your ass."

As the men murmured at the threat, Jake continued. "Remember, when you're naked, 'tase your ass' could mean literally that." The room fell silent as he paused to let that sink in.

As the afternoon sun dipped towards the horizon, Lisa and Matt walked hand-in-hand along one of Elysium Retreat's winding paths. The air was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine, mingling with earthy pine undertones. Lisa's mind raced, replaying the morning's events and anticipating the evening ahead.

"You're awfully quiet," Matt said, squeezing her hand gently.