4 comments/ 62373 views/ 18 favorites Nude Day Terror at the Camp Site By: SusanJillParker This is an Nude Day contest story. Please vote, make a comment and add me and/or this story to your favorite list. A day of naked pleasure, not everyone celebrates Nude Day the same way, some go camping. Then, again, some celebrate Nude Day by going camping, while flashing. * Married three years ago today, July 14th, National Nude Day, George and Crystal celebrate Nude Day every year by Crystal getting naked and flashing her naked body to unsuspecting men. Something they've done, before they were even married as adventurous fun, when they were dating, they continued the tradition of flashing men to add spicy flavor to their marriage. Then, with sexy pillow talk later, about all their erotic adventures of exhibitionism and voyeurism, they'd replay their flashing incidences, while in bed together making love. As much as he enjoys the look of shocked surprise on the lucky men she chooses to flash, George loves watching his wife parade around in the buff, especially when there are lots of men watching her naked form. He knows, after Crystal is done flashing for Nude Day, she'll be so aroused that she'll give him inspired sex. After she's done flashing for Nude Day, she'll come to bed wild for sex and hot for his cock. After she's done flashing for Nude Day, they'll return to the somewhat normal, albeit sexually promiscuous couple they are. Only, this year, Crystal wanted to do something totally different for this combination Anniversary and Nude Day celebration. Rather than answering her hotel room door naked and walking through the hotel corridor to hit the vending machines and/or to get ice from the ice machine naked, she wanted to take her flashing outdoors. An outdoorsy type of woman, anyway, with a lot of begging, bribing, arm twisting, and cajoling, she convinced her husband to take her camping. "Camping? Are you crazy? Camping? Are you nuts? I'd never go camping. Has all that blonde hair dye finally penetrated your mini brain? Do I look like a camper to you? Have you mistaken me, a city boy, an investment banker, as a Boy Scout and a lover of nature and the outdoors? I haven't gone camping since I was a kid. I hated it then and my opinion of camping hasn't changed any now. I hate the outdoors. I hate bugs. I hate that infernal noise that crickets make at night. Give me room service any day to bugs and sunburn." "You don't have to be insulting, George," said Crystal with patience, while pleading her camping case to his voyeur side. "Think of all the fun we can have with you flashing my naked body to so many men around the campsite, George," said Crystal, while fondling his cock through his pants and blowing in his ear, before falling to her knees to unzip him, remove his prick from his pants, and stroke him. "Did you forget about that? Just imagine all the men, who will see me naked on Nude Day, our third wedding anniversary. You know how hot I get, George, when you flash men my naked body," she said taking his cock in her mouth and sucking him. Never could he refuse Crystal anything, when she was sucking his cock. Giving him the best damn blowjobs he's ever had, she was such a talented cocksucker. Against going camping at first, he relented, when Crystal told him about all the flashing she'd do, as she blew him. Imagining all the fun he'd have flashing Crystal's naked body around the campsite, he still wasn't keen on the idea of camping, until he thought of all the naked fun they could have with all the men in the forest, who loved to camp, hunt, and fish. He imagined himself standing off at a distance to watch men watching her dressing and undressing from her open tent flap. She could lose her bikini top in front of a select few men down by the water. Later, they could have sex in the forest knowing someone passing will see them and/or someone was watching them. Maybe he'd get lucky and, while she sunbathed naked, as she always does, three or four men would take Crystal and give her a gangbang, while he watched from a distance. Once upon a time, when she traveled the world high on drugs and alcohol in her modeling career, gangbangs were her preference. A long drive to the campsite, by way of New Hampshire's long, winding Kangamangus Highway, George didn't mind driving because he was driving his brand new car, a triple black, custom made Bentley convertible. The only thing better than the feel of the car he received through the steering wheel and from the supportive driver's seat, was the looks of admiration and envy he received from the other drivers and passenger on the road. He loved it when people pointed and rubbernecked to get another look at his car, as he drove by them. So much better than any of his old cars, mere Mercedes and BMW's, this car was worth every penny of the more than three hundred thousand dollars he spent to have it custom made for him. Taking care to park his car in a shady spot and out of the way of bird poop, after putting up the top and setting the alarm, he parked his treasured Bentley, a real black beauty, away from any trees. Then, following her lead, by taking the path least traveled, as if she had been here and done this before, he followed Crystal away from the campsites and through the dense forest, as if he were her luggage carrier, she was an explorer, and this was the uncharted wilderness. "Honey, where are we going? The campsites are way back there," he said turning to look, as all the people faded from view, before disappearing over the horizon. "We're just going to the end of this trail, George," she said walking five yards ahead of him. Hypnotized by watching her perfect ass arousing him, as if her butt cheeks were a live metronome that kept beat to her footsteps, he was content just watching her walk. With Crystal walking without complaint of the heaviness of her knapsack, walking as if she was sashaying down the runway in a fashion show, he didn't want to appear, as the wussy man that he is by complaining, but he did, after a while. "I'm getting tired," he said readjusting the heavy knapsack that he carried on his back and shoulders. "How much further is it?" "It's just over the next rise, George." "What in the Hell do you have in these knapsacks? Shoes? It's wicked heavy," he said repositioning the straps on his shoulders again. "All the camping gear we need to set up camp with, sweetie," she said. "We can't camp out, unless we have a tent and cooking equipment," she said. Half an hour later, after walking away from the campsite and through the woods for more than a mile, following a long winding, uphill foot trail, they finally came to a clearing. "How much further, Crystal? This backpack is so heavy and I'm getting winded with all this walking. The only walking I'm use to doing is going from the house to the garage and from my desk at work to the coffee machine." "We're here, George," she said walking to the end of the trail that stopped a hundred yards before reaching a high cliff that overlooked the vast splendor of the White Mountains. "Thank God," said George dumping his heavy knapsack on the ground and collapsing in a heap. Crystal ran to the cliff edge to look out at the view. When standing at the edge, as if overlooking Niagara Falls, there was a mountain stream of cold, clear water below. The rapid white water splashed white foam over big boulders that were washed clean from being there for thousands of years. Picture perfect, the view was spectacular. "This is it! The end of the road! Look at this view, honey. It's so beautiful. This will make for a perfect campsite," said Crystal tossing back her long, blonde hair, as if she was about to give him a blowjob. "I want to take some pictures," she said reaching for her phone and taking half a dozen photos in all directions. She surveyed the area with awe, while looking out over the vast vista, as if she was an explorer discovering a new territory. Only she looked ridiculous going camping with her long, manicured nails, designer outfit, and wearing her spiked, high heels, instead of sneakers. No longer Daddy's shooting, hunting, fishing, and adventure girl, once she started modeling, after she moved to Boston from Texas and married George, she was a spoiled diva. "I don't like it here at all, Crystal," said George looking around with nervousness. "Something about this place doesn't feel right to me. I'm picking up on a bad vibe and my gut is never wrong. Trust me, I know. My gut has kept me out of prison." "With all that walking and all this fresh hair, your gut is probably just hungry, dear," said his wife walking to him to pat his corpulent waistline. "Nah, my radar is picking up on something and I'm always right. I always listen to my instincts. I have the instincts of a street cop." "You a street cop?" She looked at him and laughed. "Make sure you tell the judge that you should have been a cop, when he tries you, convicts you, and sentences you for tax fraud, tax evasion, and for absconding with millions of your clients' investment funds." "Very funny, Crystal, but most of those clients are dead or incapacitated in a nursing home. They have no idea what they have, don't have, and how much I took from them. Moreover, I worked hard for their money, investing it wisely for it to grow into small fortunes for me to steal. Much like Zero Mostel in the Producers and Nathan Lane in the remake, as Max Bialystock, I was the only friend many of them had. Taking them out to dinner, talking to them on the phone, and sometimes even forcing myself to have sex with them, their own children abandoned them to the likes of someone like me." "Keep justifying what you did as altruistic and soon you'll believe that you're a hero, instead of a the villain and a common thief," said Crystal laughing. "You don't seem to have a problem spending the money I give you, Crystal," she George with a defensive attitude. "Besides, after they signed over their power of attorney to me, all of our holdings are so hidden in the Cayman Islands that no government lawyer and CPA can untangle it to get to me. Even if there was a problem, with our assets all so liquid, we can leave the country at a moment's notice and disappear without a trace. I've already paid a man to prepare phony passports to get us out of the country should there be a warrant for my arrest." "Whatever, George. I'm sorry I brought up work on our vacation," she said rolling her big, blue eyes and appearing already bored with the conversation. She looked out at the vast horizon again, before looking back at her husband. "So, why don't you like this spot? What's wrong with it? Look how beautiful it is. It's perfect. With the winding Kangamangus Highway in the distance, the views of the White Mountains in every direction are breathtaking. So much better than the smelly ocean, I just love the clean mountain air," she said taking a big, deep breath of fresh air. "Why don't I like this spot? Well, for one," he said turning to look behind him through the woods. "We're too far out in the woods and too isolated. We're nowhere near the other campers. I'm sure there are bears out here. The restrooms are more than a mile walk back and I can't even see my car from here. Afraid something will happen to it, my new Bentley isn't even broken in, yet. Already, the best car I ever owned, I just love that car and I don't want anything to happen to it, Crystal." "So that's it, you don't like this spot because you can't see your car. I know you love that car, George, the triple black goes with your black heart," she said with a laugh. "Hey, all the great men from Rockefeller to Carnegie to Vanderbilt to Zuckerberg all had a checkered past of stealing from and/or taking advantage of the less savvy and/or less fortunate." "Unfortunately, nothing has changed. The rich get richer and the poor get poorer. Even though, as your wife, I'm reaping the benefits of your unconscionable thieving through insider trading practices, exorbitant fees, and defrauding your clients, I still get a pang of guilt and a feeling of remorse, when I see the unemployment numbers on television and when I see old people eating cat food," she said fluffing out her blonde hair, before staring down at her fingernails. "Still, here we are on our vacation in the White Mountains and away from all of that." "Maybe if I stand on this rock, I can see my car," said George ignoring his wife's sudden rash of conscience. "Oh, stop worrying about your damn car, George. It's perfectly fine where you parked it between those two campers. No one can steal that thing with all the anti-theft devices you installed. The only thing that it doesn't do is shoot tear gas at anyone walking too close." "I waited nearly four months for them to build that car, Crystal. It was my bonus to myself for surpassing all of my financial goals," said George with pride, while looking around to see why his wife so loved this spot. Other than the view, there wasn't anything he liked about it. "We're just too far away from everything out here. There's nothing way out here but trees and bugs," he said swatting at and missing a big bug that dive bombed him. "I can't even imagine this place at night." "What fun is camping in the woods, George, if you're camping with a crowd of other people. We may as well stayed home and camped out in our backyard." "I wanted to camp out in the backyard and put on a Nude Day flashing show for the neighbors to see, but you wouldn't hear of it. I wanted to have a Nude Day party with all of our guests attending the party naked. We could have had James setup our tent by the pool and Hilda could have brought out some barbequed food, while we pretended we cooked it around a campfire," he said with a satisfied smile. "To be honest, I wouldn't mind flashing Hilda my cock, on the pretense of it being Nude Day. She's very cute. Maybe if I had asked her, she'd join in the Nude Day fun and get naked, too." "George please don't flash the household staff your cock. I'd be so very embarrassed," said Crystal with a hand to her shapely hip and a holier than thou attitude. "And I can't believe you're lusting over Hilda, when you have someone like me," she said pointing her manicured finger and stomping her high heeled foot with attitude. "Yeah, well, as embarrassed as you're not, when lying out naked by the pool, while the staff looks out upon your naked body from their windows or when delivering you a cold drink or the phone, how is you flashing your tits, ass, and pussy to James any different from me flashing Hilda my cock or from me wanting to see Hilda naked?" "That's different, George. I'm not flashing. I'm sunbathing. From my first modeling shoot, so as not to have tan lines ruin my shots, I've always sunbathed in the nude." "I see," said George with a laugh. "Besides, Crystal, the reason why we're here is to celebrate our anniversary with Nude Day flashing activities," he said looking around their enormous, mountaintop campsite. "What's wrong with this picture?" "There's nothing wrong with this picture," said Crystal holding up her camera to take more photos of the panoramic vista. "It's so beautiful. I'm going to send these to Daddy in Texas." "No, not that picture, this picture," he said looking at her. "There's no one here for you to flash but birds, bugs, chipmunks, and raccoons. Where's all the men? You said you'd flash campers, hunters, and fishermen." "To be honest, George. I need a break from flashing," she said with sadness. "Except for you by my side, I need to be alone. I'm tired of servants hovering over us, George, and after you had me flash the chauffer my pussy, when getting out of the car the other day, he's been different around me, more distant, standoffish, and not friendly at all. I know he saw my pussy and now he acts, as if he's afraid he'll lose his job for looking. Rather than being watched by the household staff, rather than flashing strange men my naked body, it's so much more fun to have some alone time with you." "There's no reason why we couldn't have some alone time in a hotel suite, and remind me to have the head housekeeper fire the chauffer, when I get home." "You're just being the girlie man that you are, George. Grow a set, just for today and act like a man for once. Embrace the outdoors. Breathe in that fresh mountain air. Enjoy the view, George, enjoy the view." "Yeah, it's easy for you to be out in the outdoors. You're a country girl from Texas. Your Daddy took you big game hunting on African Safari. Born, raised, educated, and having worked in Boston all my life, my father didn't so much as take me to a ballgame to see the Red Sox play at Fenway Park. He was too busy. When he wasn't working, he was sleeping. Instead of circumventing the globe in the way you were a jetsetter Daddy's girl and supermodel, I spent my childhood masturbating over topless black woman in National Geographic in the back of the Boston Public Library in Copley square." "Don't blame me for your sad, sorry life. Daddy invited you on safari with us. You could have came with us and bagged some big game," said Crystal. "You didn't want to go." "Your father never liked me. Afraid that he'd mistake me for a hippo, I'd rather suffer through another seminar of IRS tax code changes than pretend that I was a big game hunter in the jungle of Africa. Even the lions would know they have a victim in me. Besides, in the cozy way that you two act together, something tells me that you bagged more than big game, when going on safari with your daddy." "Just what do you mean by that, George?" With her hand on her hip, looking as if she was a mad Russian posing for a vodka commercial, she looked at her husband with steely, blue eyes. "Everything with you is Daddy, Daddy, Daddy. Just how much of a Daddy's girl are you? Tell me," he said pausing, before speaking, as if having second thoughts about what he was going to ask her. "Have you slept with Daddy? Did you suck Daddy's cock, Crystal?" With her eyes welling up, she looked at her husband, while kneading her hands, before turning away to look at her beloved mountain view. "I comforted my father, after my mother died, if that's what you mean by sleeping with him. I moved back to Texas from New York to take care of my father," she said raising her chin with stoic justification, "until he got over his grief." "Did you sleep with him, Crystal? Knowing how much you love sucking cock, did you blow your father, Crystal." "I, um, comforted him, when--" "Did you have sex with your father, Crystal?" "You make loving sex between a grieving father and a grieving daughter sound so dirty, George. How dare you judge me? What we had was beautiful. We came together at a time, when we both needed--" "Oh, don't give me that crap. Grieving my ass. Tiffany was just another stepmother that your father banged and married. She wasn't even your real mother. You only met the woman the one time, at your father's wedding." "I was there for my Dad. He was crushed and devastated. He was so down in the dumps that--" "He married his fifth wife, within six months. Yeah, I can understand how devastated he was, when Tiffany died from electrocution, when her blow dryer supposedly fell in the bathtub and she reached for it without thinking. Isn't that what he told the police?" "What are you saying, George? Are you accusing my father of murdering my stepmother?" "Cleared of all charges by the local police, I'm not making any unfounded accusations. What I am saying is like father like daughter, having fucked every photographer and licked and sucked every model you ever worked with both male and female, you're such a slut anyway. In the way that he indulges you and buys you whatever you want, I figured you for having an incestuous relationship with your father, too. In the way that he looks at you and touches you, whenever you're together, especially when he thinks that I can't see, you having sex with your father doesn't surprise me. He's just as horny and perversely perverted as you are." Nude Day Terror at the Camp Site "We're two peas in a pod, George, you and I. We both have our weaknesses," she said curling her hair with her long fingers, while nibbling on her lip. "Your weakness is for money. You can never get enough and my weakness is for sex. I can never get enough of that either," she said wiping away a tear and composing herself to change the subject. "Still, George, you must admit, this campsite is perfect with his panoramic view and with the sound of the rushing water down below. There must be a path we can take to get there," she said peering over the side. "I'd love to go swimming naked. Maybe someone will see me," she said smiling a sexy smile at her husband. "There's no one here to see you, Crystal. We're alone. With my luck, I'll wake up to pee in the middle of the night and will fall ten stories to my death," he said peering over the edge with her and stepping back with dizziness. "Being this far away from civilization, there's no telling what lives out here," he said looking around with fear. "There could be bears or two legged predators of the woodsy kind like in that movie, Deliverance, with Burt Reynolds. I swear if I hear banjo music," he said pointing his stubby, fat finger at his wife, "I'm leaving you behind and running for my life, before they have me squealing like a pig." "Well, if you're talking about Sasquatch, George, there's no such thing. Besides you're in New Hampshire and not in the back woods of the Carolinas, where that movie was shot." "How do you know where that movie was shot?" George looked at his wife with stunned curiosity that she would know a movie tidbit like that, when all she cares about are her hair, makeup, and clothes. Just another dumb blonde, she doesn't know anything about anything. "I was curious and looked it up on the Internet," she said looking away from him. "Since when do you go out on the Internet? Your thing is shopping, talking on your cell phone, and doing more shopping, while talking on your cell phone. I don't understand," he looked at his wife, as if she was a potential credit default swap, a derivative, or a hedge fund under his investment consideration. "Why would you look up to see the isolated location of that movie, before dragging me out here in the middle of nowhere?" He looked at his wife with suspicion and in the way that he looks at any potential investor and investment. "Oh, for Christ's sakes, George, always suspicious, even of me, your wife, you're acting paranoid. Instead of just enjoying nature, you act as if Big Foot is about to step out of the woods. You're acting, as if I'm planning on murdering you." "I dare say I'd have a better chance with Big Foot than I'd have with men that you may have hired with guns, who live in the woods by their own accord. Men who'd have their way with a beautiful woman, such as yourself, Crystal. There's nothing that I can do to protect you and to stop them from having their wicked way with your naked body," said George getting on his sexual soapbox. "For men who'd rather be away from society and civilization, what better place to force you to have sex with them than at this remote location. Actually, now that I mention that, I wouldn't mind watching you service a few men, while they gangbanged you and I roasted marshmellows by the campfire." "Fuck you, George for bringing up my past. I was young and desperate enough to have sex with anyone, who could advance my modeling career," she said looking at him with a face full of questioning. "Now you have me wondering, George, if you haven't arranged to set me up. You've always wanted to watch me pull a gangbang train," she said with a laugh, while softening enough to give him a smile. "I'm sorry, Crystal," said George, when he saw his wife smiling at him. "Just chill, George, lighten up. It's just a camping trip. I've been to more remote places on my modeling shoots than this," she Crystal flipping back her long, lush, blonde hair. "Besides, a favorite thing to do before, when I was bored, horny, and high on cocaine, I've sworn off gangbangs, once I finished with my modeling career and married you, George," she said walking to him to give him a kiss on the cheek. "It's so desolate here," said George as if talking to himself. "No one can hear your screams and your pleas for mercy. On the drive up here," said George turning to look at his wife with a look of incredibility. "I saw a tank parked on someone's front lawn. A tank, can you imagine that? A tank. The tank was nearly bigger than their shack. What kind of person would park a tank on their front lawn? Who are these people?" "Live free or die, don't tread on me, and give me liberty or give me death are their mottos. Just as it is in Texas, you're not in Boston anymore, this is gun country, George. If you don't have a gun, you're a nothing and a no one. That's just the kind of people, who live way out here, where there's nothing but wildlife and forest. Just as they are in Montana, Oklahoma, and Wyoming, these people are hardcore revisionists. I agree with you, there are some scary people in the back woods around here and I hope we don't come across any." "Yeah, well, I don't care if it's the back woods of New Hampshire or Alaska, Crystal. Something just doesn't smell right to me. I'm helplessly out of my element and I don't feel safe here." "Forget about the tank, George. They probably bought the tank to sell for a profit, as scrap metal. They're probably just a junk collector. You've been working too hard. Just relax, George. Take a big breath of the fresh mountain air and enjoy the view, honey. Okay? No one is going to come out of the woods and rape me and murder you. I promise. C'mon, come closer to the edge and look over the side with me. We can see the whole canyon from here." "No thanks, Crystal. I can see the grandeur from here. Standing too close to the edge makes me dizzy," he said stepping away from his wife. "I just love this place," said Crystal, as if she standing in a shoe store and buying another pair of Christian Louboutine shoes. "Look," said George pointing to the ground. "We're right at the hub of paths that have been worn in the forest floor. They go off in three different directions," said George looking off in the direction of each path to see what he could see and if he could see anyone lurking in the forest. "Oh, pooh, George, always imagining the worst, those paths have probably been there hundreds of years from the days of the first explorers and recreated by settlers, hunters, trappers, and Indians. We'll be safe here. I can just feel it," she said tilting back her blonde, pretty head, sticking her arms out to her sides, and taking in a big breath of air. "After fighting traffic in Boston, I just love being so totally alone. This high spot with this panoramic view reminds me of a lookout spot in Vienna that Jean Paul took me to on a photo shoot. It was so romantic," she said clutching her chest, while closing her eyes, "and he was such an incredible lover." "No, actually, the paths look fresh to me, Crystal," said George ignoring his wife and squatting down to run his finger along the paths. "Do you see how the grass is--" "Have you suddenly become a big game hunter or an Indian scout?" She laughed her way, no doubt, out of trying to diffuse his worry and to set his mind at ease. "I don't see why we couldn't camp a mile back, Crystal," he said standing and not even listening to his wife. "What if we have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night?" "Oh, George, really. You're such a city slicker, a real tenderfoot. I brought a supply of toilet tissue. The first thing we do, after we put up our tent, is to dig a trench around the tent to collect the rainwater, should it rain and a hole for our toilet." "You expect me to dig a trench around the whole tent and a hole for our toilet? A hole? Are you nuts? I'll not dig a hole and I'll not squat over a hole to take a crap and have something take a bite out of my ass in the dark." "George, what's the big deal. It's just a hole," she looked at him, while rolling her eyes and sighing. "I could have had room service at a hotel, instead of camping in the gnat infested woods," he said slapping at his neck, before slapping his arm. "Tricking me to go camping with you by telling me you'd flash unsuspecting campers, hunters, and fishermen for our Nude Day anniversary, all of this was your stupid idea. Look around you, Crystal. There's no one here for you to flash." "Give flashing a rest, George. Being that it's our anniversary and Nude Day, what if I flashed just you, later?" "I'm a fish out of water here, honey bunny," he said not even listening to her long enough to comment on her offer to flash him. "I'm not an outdoorsman. I'm an investment banker. What I know about nature can be fit on a signing line of an initial first public offering or a stock grab." "Even in the best hotels, I squat over the toilet," said Crystal with a laugh. "I never sit on any toilet seat but the five we have at home. Besides, the fresh air will do you good, George. Not to mention, I didn't feel comfortable taking off all my clothes in celebration of Nude Day at the campsite. Did you see all those kids?" "Huh? What? Yeah, there were a lot of people for you to flash and to see you naked, that's for sure, but there were a lot of kids," said George cringing at the thought of so many screaming kids. "I hate the little buggers. For the life of me, I have no idea, why in the world anyone would take their kids with them camping and while on vacation. For sure, if I had kids, I'd leave them home with their nanny." "Not everyone can afford a nanny, George. Besides, being that we were married naked in Vegas on Nude Day, I'm more thinking of this vacation as a romantic Honeymoon than just another flashing scenario," said Crystal putting her arms around George's big waist. Towering over him by six inches, in the way that Christie Brinkley towered over Billy Joel, when in heels, Crystal was six foot tall in stocking feet. She kissed his bald head with affection. "I just love your body, Crystal," said George grabbing a handful of her silicone breasts, before reaching down to cup her sweet, round, firm ass. "The surgeon did a wonderful job with your implants. They are just amazing. If I didn't know they were manmade, I'd think they were natural. That was the best twenty thousand dollars I ever spent. I just love your big tits." "Thank you, George," she said pulling from his grasp. "How about this? We stay here just for one night and tomorrow, before we even have breakfast, we check in at your hotel of choice. How's that? Then, when room service delivers our food, I'll answer the door naked again, after accidentally on purpose dropping my towel." "That will work," said George with a grin. "Being that we're this far north in New Hampshire, at the very point where Maine, Vermont, and Canada are within ten miles of one another, I always wanted to stay at the Balsalms in Dixville Notch." He looked at her, as if he was about to tell her a scary campfire story. "Some say that hotel haunted. Some say people have died there. You know me and the Ghost Hunter show, I just love that stuff. I love being scared silly." "So, is it a deal? We stay here the one night and then drive to the Balsalms?" "Okay, but even if I have to walk through the woods in the dark, I'm not taking a dump in a hole in the ground." "Suit yourself, George, but you'd better bring your flashlight and a gun. There's all kinds of nocturnal creatures out at that hour," she said with a laugh. "You know I don't own a gun, Crystal. I don't need to own a gun. I can talk my way out of any situation." "Yeah, well, unless your Doctor Dolittle," she said laughing, "I don't think animals own any stocks for you to swindle. You can take my gun. It's in my handbag." "You brought a handgun?" "A proud card carrying member of the NRA, I'm registered to carry, George. I don't go anyone without my pearl handled baby," she said patting her handbag. "Not here, you might not be. You're registered to carry in Massachusetts not in New Hampshire. Have you checked the local laws?" "Chill, George. This isn't an airport. This is the wilderness of the White Mountains of New Hampshire. No one in their right mind would camp out here unarmed," she said in her Texas exaggerated southern drawl. "Okay, so, we stay just here the one night, then we go to the Balsalms Hotel, where you'll spend the rest of the weekend celebrating Nude Day and our third wedding anniversary by flashing your naked body to lots of unsuspecting men." "Okay," she said with a big smile, as if she was a little girl and he had just told her that he was taking her out for ice cream. Suddenly and unexpectedly, just as George had feared, literally from out of nowhere, three men appeared from the deep woods from three different directions and converged on them. George looked at his wife, Crystal, and not showing any fear or reaching for her gun, she just smiled. "Hello," said one of the men. "I'm Larry and that's my brother, Charlie, and my other brother, Mike," he said sticking out his hand for George to shake. "What do you want?" Not accepting his hand, George took a step back. Having learned to trust his instincts, he now knew his gut was right again. "We want a few things, George." "You know name? How do you know my name?" "Of course, we know your name, George. Your reputation precedes you. You guys know who he is, don't you?" Larry looked from Charlie to Mike. "Oh, yeah," said Mike. "We know who you are." "We know you, George," said Charlie. "Our Mom, Rose Rizzo--," said Larry. "Rose, yes, I remember her. She's such a nice woman. How is your mother?" "Dead," said Larry signing himself and looking up to Heaven, "God rest her soul." "I'm sorry to hear that. I'm sorry for your loss," said George. "But I don't understand. What does her death have to do with me?" "What does her death have to do with you?" Larry laughed. "You're a funny guy, George, a real funny guy. Isn't George a funny guy?" Larry looked from Mike to look at Charlie. "Yeah, he's a real comedian," said Mike. "I nearly peed myself," said Charlie with the stone cold face of a killer. "Well, I'll tell you, George, what you had to do with my mother's untimely demise. You see, she may have lived longer, may have even been cured, if only she had money enough to afford her health insurance and buy the prescription drugs she needed. Along with so many others, my mom was one of your...I'd say clients but that wouldn't be correct. For sure, that would be too kind. What's a better term for what George does, Charlie?" "Ponzi scheme," said Charlie. "He's a scam artist, another Madoff, but on a much smaller level. Mom was just another one of his trusting victims." "Yes, Ponzi scheme is the right term for what you do. Thank you, Charlie. Instead of having clients, you have victims. Isn't that right, George?" "That's not true. I helped your mother with her investments. Instead of paying her dividends, she signed the papers to continually reinvest her earnings." "Oh, you helped my mother alright. Not a bad looking woman for her age, you went so far as to tell my Mom that you loved her and wanted to marry her. Did you have sex with my elderly mother, George? Was your fat body sweating all over my naked mother? Did you persuade my mother to suck your cock in the way that you persuaded her to entrust you with all of her money?" "How much do you want to leave us alone?" George looked from one man to the other. "You insult me. We don't want your money, George," said Larry with a broad smile. "We already have your money." He turned to look at Crystal. "Did you bring the money, Crystal?" "I did," she said taking George's knapsack and her knapsack and dragging them both over to the men. "Three million dollars in cash, as agreed," she said. "It's all there." "Three million dollars? What's this, Crystal? You're giving these men three million dollars of my money?" He looked from Crystal to Larry. "Your mother's estate was only worth a mere five hundred thousand dollars, if even that much." "Let's just call the difference her return on investment," said Mike, "shall we?" Mike lifted his open shirt to show George the butt end of his handgun. "Of course, yes, that's a fair return on her investment," said George. "Then go. You have my money. Take the money with my blessings and leave," he said looking at his wife. "I was wondering why those knapsacks were so damn heavy. Now I know." "Thirty-three pounds apiece," said Crystal with a smile, "sixty-six pounds in total. Money weighs a lot, twenty-two pounds a million." "Oh, we're not ready to leave just, yet, George," said Larry. Charlie walked behind George to bind his wrists with plastic cord. "Now that we have our money, we have a few other things that we still need to do." "Today is your anniversary, Crystal. Happy Anniversary," said Mike grabbing her purse and tossing it to Charlie. "She's packing," said Charlie opening her purse, going through the contents, and pulling out a small vibrator and a dildo, before pulling out her Smith and Wesson. "You're so damn beautiful, Crystal," said Mike grabbing her around her waist and pulling her to him. He kissed her hard and square on the lips, while reaching around her to grab a handful of her ass. "Get away from me, you pig," she said pushing him away, as if she was doing a bench press. "You have your money. Now go," she said with rage in her eyes, while pushing him away. "My body is not part of your dirty deal. The agreement was three million dollars in cash for you to push him off the cliff." "What? Crystal! How could you? Let me go at once," said George struggling against his ties, while trying to pull himself as far away from the cliff, as he could. "Calm down, George. No one is going to hurt you," whispered Larry. George relaxed, while watching Mike manhandle his wife with focused interest. "Being that today is Nude Day, in celebration of the naked holiday," said Charlie walking to Crystal and ripping open her blouse to expose her bra clad breasts, "I say we should celebrate the naked holiday by stripping her naked." "How dare you?" Crystal tried to recoil, but Charlie grabbed her again. She suddenly took on the airs of a rich, spoiled bitch. Playing the morally modest victim, albeit in reality, the immorally promiscuous vixen, she clutched her blouse closed, while cowering from her abuser. "How dare me?" Charlie turned to Mike and laughed, before refocusing his attention on Crystal. "How dare me?" He backhanded her hard across her face. "You liked that, George, didn't you? My brother backhanding your wife," said Larry. "It arouses you to have your wife manhandled by another man, doesn't it?" Larry looked at George and laughed. "I bet you wish you could slap your wife like that sometimes, huh? Moreover, I bet Crystal wished you'd slap her around a bit, too. Only, you'd be arrested, then you'd be civilly sued. There's no way you can get away with what we're going to get away with your wife today," said Larry looking from George to Crystal and laughing. "It does excite me to see that bitch get what she so deserves," admitted George, while staring at his wife's exposed bra and abundant cleavage, before looking down at his forfeited money. "George! Be a man for once and do something," said Crystal rubbing her face with her hand, while holding back her tears. "Sorry, dear, but my hands are tied, literally and figuratively," said George with a grin. "I dare say, being that I've already paid my admission, that this show might well be worth three million dollars for me to watch," he said with a laugh. "Being that it's Nude Day and she's wearing way too many clothes, strip her naked, Charlie," said Larry. "Wait, let me check with George first. Would it be okay for Charlie to strip your wife naked, George?" Nude Day Terror at the Camp Site "Be my guest," said George with a sinister laugh. "No! Don't you dare! Get away from me, you filthy pigs! Stripping me naked wasn't part of our agreement. Don't you dare touch me. I'll have you arrested. I'll have you charged with rape. Get away from me. Help!" "Scream all you want. No one can here you way out here, Crystal," said Larry. "The rush of the mountain stream blocks your voice. Besides, consensual sex, is hardly rape, Crystal. With all the gangbangs you've had in your sordid past, no one will believe we raped you. A jury would more believe that you raped us," laughed Larry, "especially when they hear that you've already had consensual sex with the three of us." "You already had sex with these three men, Crystal?" George gave his wife a look of betrayal. "How else do you think I was able to get them to help me do to you what you did to their mother? With three million dollars at stake and a chance to get back at you, the sex was just a little bonus," said Crystal with a hateful and hurtful look. Charlie and Mike were upon her, before she could run. Four hands tore off the rest of her ripped blouse, while Mike worked to unhook her bra. "Mike," said Charlie with a shrug, while staring at his brother in disbelief. "What are you doing?" "I'm trying to unhook her damn bra but her tits are too big and this bra is so tight that--" "Just pull it off over her head," said Charlie giving her bra a good yank and a hard tug, when Crystal tried grabbing her bra with her hands. "Stop! Let go of me! Help! Someone help me," yelled Crystal for no one to hear. While Charlie was pulling off her bra, Mike pulled down her pants and panty to her ankles and Charlie pulled them off. Now, naked the three men looked at Crystal's body with lust, while George smiled his pride in displaying his wife in the nude. "Gee, Crystal, knowing that you were coming to our little party, you should have worn more clothes than just a blouse, pants, bra, and panty," said Mike with a deranged laugh. "You have a beautiful woman, George. She has such a beautiful body, just beautiful," said Larry, while watching Charlie and Mike touch and feel her everywhere. "Her breasts look natural. Don't her breasts look real?" "They're not? I thought they were real," said Mike. "Wow. I never would have suspected they were silicone," said Charlie. "They even feel like the real thing. You must have spent a small fortune on these babies, Crystal." "I did," said George, "twenty thousand and three operations." "After she deceived you, George, after she took three million dollars of your hard earned money, man to man, what would you like us to do with her?" "Gangbang her," said George without any hesitation. "Make her blow you. Fuck her, before fucking her up the ass. Give her rough, humiliating sex. Make her sorry that she was born a beautiful woman," said George with vindictive vengefulness. "Do with me whatever you will. I've been gangbanged before, you bastards," said Crystal, as if she was some Patriot or prisoner of war taking the high ground to martyrdom. When Charlie approached her again, she spit in his face. "Asshole!" "Bitch," said Charlie slapping her hard across her beautiful face. "Well boys, you heard what George wants us to do with his wife. Since her husband gave us his blessings, give her what she so wants and so deserves. Give her rough sex. Besides, if she's been gangbanged before," said Larry with a shrug, while laughing, "she won't mind being gangbanged again." Mike unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped his pants, before forcing Crystal to her knees with a hard push on her shoulders that threatened to break her collar bone, if she didn't assume the position. He pulled her long, blonde hair hard and, when she opened her mouth to scream, he put a heavy hand to the back of her head, pushed forward, and filled her opened mouth with his cock. Humping her mouth and fucking her face, it didn't take him long to cum. "Cocksucker," said Crystal spitting out his cum. "Actually, you're the cocksucker, Crystal, but I never pegged you for a spitter," said Mike laughing. Then, it was Charlie's turn. He pushed her to the ground, licked his fingers and stuck them inside of her, before mounting her. "She's already wet, the whore, and ready and waiting to be fucked," said Charlie to Larry, while laughing. "For someone who's had so many lovers, she's still nice and tight." "I like being called a whore," she said wrapping her long legs around Charlie, as soon as he mounted her. "Fuck me. Fuck me, Charlie. Make me your bitch. Make me cum. I should, at least, get that much out of this." Charlie fucked her, until he exploded all he had inside of her and he didn't stop humping her, until Crystal had an orgasm, too. Then, it was Larry's turn. "Get on your knees, Bitch, and put your forehead down on the ground," he said. "Kinky," she said. Obediently obeying by assuming the position, as if she was a Muslin man in Mecca praying to Allah to give him his blessings to start a Jihad against the United States, she stuck her naked ass straight up in the air in anticipation of Larry's cock. Larry took his hand and ran it the full length of Crystal's pussy. Taking her wetness and his brother's cum, he wiped it inside of her ass, before shoving his cock inside. "I see you've been fucked up the ass, before, Crystal. I can tell. My cock slid right inside, you slut." "I've had anal sex plenty of times before and by bigger and better men than you," she said with a sick laugh. "Bitch," he said slapping the side of her ass hard. "Oh, baby, that's how my Daddy used to slap my ass. You can hit me harder than that, can't you?" "How's this," he said whacking her harder on the same spot with a forceful wallop. "Oh, yeah. That's more like it. You're going to make me cum," she said with a laugh, "if you hit me again." Hitting her ass again and again, while fucking her butt, Larry fucked her ass hard, before exploding all that he had to give inside of her. Then, when finished with her, he pushed her aside, pulled up his pants, and walked over to George. "Now it's your turn, George." "Wait, what are you going to do to me? You said you wouldn't hurt me." Thinking that Larry was going to fuck him up the ass, too, not wanting to be pulled up and stripped naked, George became deadweight on the ground, while struggling to break free to run. "Please don't do this. You have my money. You gangbanged my wife. What more do you want?" "Do you remember the last thing you said to my mother." "Sorry, no, I don't. I have a lot of--" "Allow me to refresh your memory for you," he said lifting George up to a standing position and dragging him to the edge of the cliff, while Crystal watched with excitement. "When she asked you for her own money, when she told you about her medical problems, and when she told you that she'd die without her medicine, do you remember what you said to her." "Sorry, no. I don't remember," said George struggling to stay clear of the edge. "You said, 'That just won't fly'. How about that, George? 'That just won't fly,' is what you said. Do you remember saying that to my poor mother, when she asked you for her own money?" Larry looked at George with a face full of hateful revenge. "No, I never would have said that to your mother. She was such a lovely woman. If she asked for her investment back, part of it or all of it, I would have given it to her," said George looking as if he was about to cry. "Are you calling my mother a liar, George? My mother never told a lie. She was a saint, George, a saint, that is, until she met the likes of you and you forced yourself on her, after stealing all of her money." "No, no, I'd never call your mother a liar. She was a wonderful woman and the sex was consensual. She wanted to blow me. As far as her money was concerned, she must have misunderstood. Perhaps she spoke with my secretary and--" "No, she spoke with you, George. She went right to the horse's mouth and, basically, you told her to go fuck herself," said Larry. "I do remember something about that now," said George but it was so long ago. "What does that even mean? That just won't fly," said Charlie. "I have no idea, what he meant by that." said Mike with a shrug. "All I know is that he stole from Mom. He fucked her and then he fucked her," he said with anger. "Surely, you're taking my words out of context because I'd never--" "I wonder, George, if I pushed you off this cliff, if you'd fly," he said looking over the side at the bottom, before looking at George. "Maybe that's what you meant by saying that to my mother. Do you think you'd fly, George, or do you think your fat body would just explode, once hitting those big boulders down below. To be honest, George, if I pushed you off this cliff and being this high up, I don't think you'd fly. I think you'd die," said Larry laughing. "Don't you think George would die, if I pushed him off from here?" "Oh, yeah," said Mike. "He'd never survive that high of a fall. He's too fat and out of shape to protect himself and roll with the fall." "Roll with the fall? Look at the size of those boulders below. He'd open up like a watermelon dropped from a building," said Charlie laughing. "Please don't do this," said George of the verge of sobbing. "Please don't hurt me. I have money. I can give you much more money than three million dollars. My car, a brand new Bentley convertible is parked a mile back. Take my car. You can have my car. Okay? Just don't kill me. Please. I beg you." "Your car? Did you hear that? George wants to give me something that I already own. I already own your car, George. You've already signed that over to me," said Larry retrieving a change of title notice from his shirt pocket, while reaching in George's pant pockets to retrieve both sets of keys. "Crystal put this transfer of title in front of you last week and told you that it was the servants' weekly hours. Unlike you to be so carelessly trusting, George, and signing something without reading it, you signed the title transfer without so much as looking at it. Maybe you didn't read it because she was sucking your cock at the time. Do you know what else you signed without reading it, George, while Crystal was doing her wifely duties and giving you another blowjob?" "No. I have no idea," he said to Larry, while looking at Crystal. "I trusted you, Crystal. I loved you. How could you do this to me?" "You made me sick every time you touched me," said Crystal spitting her hatred for him on the ground. "You signed your admission of guilt. You signed your knowledge of your Ponzi scheme. I have it right here, George," said Larry holding out his hand to his brother. "It's a real confession. You know, George, with all the people you've stolen from, this would make for a good book and a movie of the week." Charlie pulled out a signed admission of guilt from his back pocket and handed it to his brother. "That paper proves nothing. That's not worth the paper it's written on," said George with anger. "Oh, I disagree with you, George. Signed by you and witnessed and dated by Crystal and my two brothers, and notarized by me, you're fucked, George. If I don't push you off this cliff to your death, you're going to prison for a very long time, where you'll be someone's bitch with that big ass that you have." "You bastard. Push me, then. Kill me. I don't care. Without my money, my car, and my beloved wife, I have nothing to live for anyway," he said looking at Crystal with hate. "I may as well be dead." "Push him! Push him off the cliff! Kill him," screamed Crystal. "Kill that fat mother-fucker! Explode his fat, fucking body on the rocks." "Did you hear that, George? Imagine that. Your own wife wants you dead, no doubt, for your big life insurance policy and that ostentatious mansion you built her," said Larry unbinding his wrists. "No, George. I'm not going to kill you. We got what we wanted, a million dollars cash apiece, your new Bentley, and we had our wicked way your wife, as you requested us to do. What's fair is fair. We're even now," he said sticking out his hand to shake George's shaking hand. "Let's go," said Larry to his brothers. "We're done here except...wait. I nearly forgot. Darn, how could I forget such a thing. Being that it's National Nude Day, in honor of the naked holiday, and being naked is how they celebrate their anniversary anyway, take off your clothes, George." "You're not going to fuck me up the ass and make me squeal like a pig in the way they did to that poor man in Deliverance, are you?" "George, we don't want your fat ass. We just had our wicked way with your hot wife. Do we look gay to you?" "No," said George shaking his head. "You just gave us a million dollar a piece and your brand new Bentley convertible. Do we look ungrateful to you?" "No," said George shaking his head. "Then, in the way that you were married in Vegas, strip off your clothes, George, so that you and you lovely wife can celebrate your Nude Day wedding anniversary naked." "Okay," said George stripping naked. "Just don't hurt me." "Boy, you really are a fat son-of-a-bitch," said Larry laughing with his two brothers. "Grab their clothes and shoes and throw them over the side," said Larry to his two brothers. "No! Don't yelled Crystal, as her shoes and clothes flew through the air and landed on the rocks below. "Stay in touch, George. I'll contact you, when I need more money. Nice doing business with you, Crystal. Oh and...Happy Nude Day, George. Happy Anniversary, Crystal," he said with a laugh. "Further proof that there's someone for everyone, you two deserve one another." A long naked walk back to the campground and an even longer journey home, George and Crystal were abandoned in the forest without clothes, money, cell phone, and transportation. Their only hope was that someone would take pity on them, give them some clothes and a ride home. After walking more than a mile through the woods without clothes and shoes, with biting bugs having a party with their naked bodies, they finally reached a camper parked on the outskirts of the campground. "Help! Help! Please, someone help us," yelled Crystal, while beating her hand on the camper's door, until a mountain looking type of man opened the camper door. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? Can I help you folks?" He directed his question to Crystal's naked tits, before she covered them with her forearms. "We've been robbed, stripped naked, and my wife was brutally sexually assaulted. Please, mister, can you help us with some clothes and a ride back to town? I'll gladly pay you handsomely for your trouble." "Nah, I don't want your money," said the man waving a hand of disinterest at the mention of money, while still staring at Crystal's big tits and naked pussy. "Will you help us with clothes and a ride?" "Sure, I'm a good Christian man and a proud Republican. I always help a woman in need," he said wiping his hand across his mouth, as if was a man dying of thirst. "But, as my small token of appreciation to help you," he said looking at George. "I want her." He grabbed Crystal by the arm and pulled her inside his camper. "No! Let go of me! George! Help me! Do something," said Crystal, while struggling against the brute force of such a big man. "That's seems fair to me," said George laughing, as Crystal tried to pull away and break free. "Get in there and fuck and suck the man, Crystal, in appreciation of his help," said George pushing his wife from behind, while laughing. "She loves sucking cock, Mister, just as much as she loves anal sex," said George laughing. "Oh, God help me," she said, while being pulled inside by the man and pushed inside by her husband. Six hours later, they were home. Only, as ordered by George, the master of the house, after settling up with Crystal, paying her fair share of money for her not to report him to the authorities, Crystal's things were packed and deposited on the front lawn, ready for the moving men to load them. After paying off Larry, Charlie, Mike, and Crystal, with George still intact of most of his money, now with Crystal gone and out of his life, it was time he sold the house and left the country. A year to the day later, Nude Day, while sitting on the hot sandy beach of the Cayman Islands and drinking a sickening sweet umbrella drink, George was approached by three men and a woman. "Crystal! Larry! Charlie! Mike! What are you all doing here?" "Well, George, I heard that you're doing very well down here and could do a lot better, if you had a few partners. Crystal will give your clients extra special, personal care, if you know what I mean," he said raising his hand to his lips, as if he was stroking a cock, while sucking it. "And we'll provide you with protective security and peace of mind, so that someone like us, doesn't threaten you." "And if I say no?" Larry smiled at George. "You know that no is not an option, George. Shall we shake on our new business venture?" The men all shook hands and Crystal gave George a kiss. The party of five traveled the world running their financial scams and making more money than George ever dreamed of making, more than enough to split five ways. What started out bad on Nude Day ended up being all good on Nude Day, that is, so long as you're a thief. THE END This is an Nude Day contest story. Please vote, comment, and add me and my story to your list of favored authors and favored story. 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