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Archive name: coupon.txt (Mdom, MMF, wife, exh)
Authors name: TBERR1 (tberrr1@aol.com)
Story title : Bonnie's First Coupon

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Bonnie's First Coupon
by TBERRR1 (tberrr1@aol.com)

Husband takes advantage of a "one anything" coupon from
his wife.

Timing is everything.  This time Mother Nature 
cooperated beautifully.  It was Super Bowl weekend.  My 
wife, Bonnie is not big on football, but I seldom miss a 
good game.  Our compromise is that I get to stay home 
and watch the game with a couple of my friends while 
Bonnie and a couple of her friends go shopping.  All in 
all, not a bad arrangement.

For the Super Bowl I had invited a recently separated 
friend of ours from Manassas - Stan - to come spend the 
weekend with us.  And, of course our next-door neighbor, 
Frank.  Bonnie elected to go out to meet two of her 
friends at the mall.  Since that left their husbands, 
Mark and Greg, with nothing to do, I invited them, too.  

The guys started arriving around three-thirty.  Bonnie 
was meeting her friends at five-thirty at the mall for 
dinner and shopping.  Well, we live in Virginia.  You 
may remember that on that particular Sunday we were just 
beginning to get hit with a big ice storm.  Around four 
o'clock we got hit with a world-class ice storm.  The 
streets iced over, the malls closed, and it became 
obvious that the girls were not going to get to go 
shopping that day.  Bonnie was stuck at home with us.  

Then the unthinkable happened: the electricity went out.  
I did find a battery-run radio, but it just wasn't the 
same.  We decided to make the most of the situation - as 
if we had a choice.  No one was going anywhere in that 
storm!  At least we had plenty of beer and snacks, and a 
nice fire was burning in the fireplace with plenty of 
firewood to keep us warm.  We closed the doors to the 
family room to keep the heat in, and it made a nice 
haven from the storm.

While we were waiting for kickoff we were talking about 
what to do and where to go around Richmond.  I mentioned 
the Melting Pot, where I took Bonnie on our last outing 
(see "Bonnie Looses A Bet").  With Bonnie out of the 
room, and under the influence of the raging 
testosterone, the beer, and the camaraderie, I told more 
about that evening than I had intended.  I did not go 
into what transpired at the house after we came home, 
but I did give a fairly explicit description of having 
Bonnie show her tits to our waiter.  My story met with 
overwhelming disbelief.  

One of the byproducts of that evening was the gift to me 
of six "anything" coupons, redeemable upon demand.  I 
slipped out into the kitchen where Bonnie was getting 
munchies and beer.  I grabbed a bowl of chips in one 
hand, and as I reached for a cooler of beer with my 
other, I said "Would you take this for me, please?" and 
handed her one of the coupons.  Of course she took it, 
and by the time she realized what it was, I was out the 
door and back into the family room.  

According to the rules of the arrangement, I have total 
control from the moment she receives the coupon.  Bonnie 
has to do whatever I tell her to, when I tell her to do 
it, with no argument and no hesitation.  The idea that 
she has no control over what she does releases her from 
any responsibility for her actions (at least that's the 
was she explained it to me).  She hibernated in the 
kitchen for a while, until I called out for her to join 
us.  She came into the family room and sat beside me on 
the couch, with Stan on her other side.  Since we were 
no longer watching the game on TV, we had arranged 
ourselves in a loose circle around the coffee table and 
the food.  Bonnie didn't say anything; she just sat 
there looking nervous.  

As the game went on and the beer flowed she relaxed.  
Near the end of the first quarter she got up to go to 
the bathroom.  I pulled her back down and whispered in 
her ear that she was to take off her bra before she came 
back.  After she was out of the room, I said to those in 
the group who were skeptical of my account of the 
evening at The Melting Pot, "When Bonnie comes back, 
notice that she has removed her bra."

When she returned with that telltale bounce under her 
button-down shirt they began to wonder if I might be 
telling the truth.  At the end of the quarter, someone - 
Greg, I think - said he had an anniversary coming up and 
wanted to go out somewhere nice.  Had Bonnie ever been 
there?

"Tell him the truth, Honey" I said.

"Yes," she replied, "We went out to dinner there a 
couple of months ago."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes, it was an interesting evening."

He persisted, "Why did you enjoy it?  What was so 
special about it?"

She hesitated and looked at me.

"Tell him what happened."

"Everything?"

"Yes, everything.  There are friends.  It's OK for them 
to know."

"But Tom," she argued, "it's embarrassing, and they'll 
think I'm a terrible person!"

"Bonnie," I said, "you're arguing and hesitating.  You 
have earned a punishment to remind you that you have to 
do what I say, when I say, with no argument and no 
hesitation.  Now either you tell them or I will, and it 
will me much less embarrassing for you if you tell 
them."

She hung her head and said, "He made me show my breasts 
to our waiter."  

Shouts of "No Way!  Outstanding!  All right!" echoed 
around the room.

When the noise died down I said "Thank you, Bonnie.  I'm 
proud of you.  Now, about your reminder: instead of just 
telling them, you are going to show them what you did.  
Unbutton your blouse just like you did in the 
restaurant."

"But Honey, not in front of all these people!  I just 
CAN'T!"

"You are arguing again, Bonnie.  That too, will cost 
you.  Now do what I told you to do.  Unbutton your 
blouse."  

You could have heard a pin drop as she reached up to 
unbutton the top button.  Then the second one.  The 
third (now we could see the inside curve of her 
breasts).  The fourth (and a hint of aureola), and 
finally, the last button.  Her blouse was now open to 
her waist, but covering her breasts.

"Good.  Now, Bonnie, show them how you showed yourself 
to our waiter."

Still looking at the floor, her hands slowly rose to 
grip the sides of her blouse.  She looked at me and 
shook her head.  "I'm sorry, Tom.  I'm just too 
embarrassed."

"Bonnie, you have to do this.  No more hesitation.  Do 
it right now."

Slowly, she pulled apart the sides of her blouse, 
allowing an unobstructed view of her magnificent 
breasts.  Holding her blouse wide open, she asked me "Is 
this what you wanted me to do?"

"Yes, my love.  As I said, I am very, very proud of you.  
As warm as it is in here, let me take that for you," I 
said, sliding it off her arms.  She allowed me to take 
it with only token resistance.  So there she sat, 
topless, in front of five guys.  But she sat up straight 
and didn't try to cover up.  All of us were admiring and 
complimenting her on her breasts.  She seemed 
embarrassed, but pleased.

"I'm afraid you're not quite done yet, Bonnie.  You 
argued with me twice.  Do you remember what I threatened 
to do in the restaurant if you argued or hesitated after 
that first time?"

"Yes," she replied.  "Tell them what your punishment 
will be"

"You told me you would show the waiter my pussy," she 
said softly.

"Yes.  I think that is what we will do now.  Please 
stand up."

Slowly she stood up in front of the couch.

"Bonnie," I said, "take off your jeans."  You could tell 
she was absolutely dying of embarrassment, but she 
slowly unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans, and worked 
them down over her hips and onto the floor.  She tried 
to sit down, but I said, "Not yet, Honey.  Now, the 
panties."

She took a deep breath (which did wonderful things for 
her breasts), hooked her thumbs into the waist band, and 
removed her last skimp of cover.  She was now totally, 
completely naked in front of five men.  There was a 
round of spontaneous applause, and a whole series of 
heart-felt compliments.  Totally embarrassed, she sat 
back down of the couch.

"No, Bonnie, you're not quite done yet.  Since you're 
already naked, I want to prove a point to you.  We're 
all fairly typical males, and I want to be sure each guy 
here gets a good long look at your body-all of your 
body.  I want you to see how much we admire and love 
looking at your body.  I want you to know in your heart 
how much an average guy appreciates it when he gets a 
chance to see your body.  Go around the circle and stand 
in front of each guy.  Let him look at you, front and 
back, and have a chance to appreciate you-even touch or 
caress you if he wants to. Then maybe you'll understand 
what a favor you are doing for men when we get a chance 
to see your body.  Maybe you will be more willing to let 
me show off your body."
  
She didn't say a word, just went over and stood in front 
of Mark, whom she probably knew least well of any of us.  
She slowly turned in a complete circle.  When she was 
facing him again, he shyly reached out and stroked the 
side of her breast.  "Beautiful," he said.

Bonnie walked on to stand in front of Greg.  He was less 
shy.  He reached out and cupped both breasts, weighing 
them in his hands.  As she turned, he let his hands 
slide over her ass, and when she was once again facing 
him, his hand was on her vagina, cupping her sex.  "I 
can feel her wetness," he said.  That is SO SEXY!  She 
was breathing hard as she moved on to Frank.

Frank, of course, was intimately familiar with her body, 
and immediately thrust two fingers up inside her while 
he sucked her nipple.  A groan escaped from her lips, 
and she tilted her head back to enjoy the sensation.  
"Hurry up over there!" Stan said.  He was next in line.  
Bonnie smiled, did a quick turn in front of Frank, and 
came to stand in front of Stan.  Stan ran his hands down 
her sides and reached around to cup her ass.  He pulled 
her toward him and planted a kiss directly on her 
vagina.  Judging from her reaction, his tongue was busy 
stroking her clit.  She moaned again.  She turned around 
for him and was back where she started.  

"Thank you, Bonnie.  You have made this a very special 
night for all of us.  It's only fair, now, that it is 
special for you, too.  Sit down on the couch here."  I 
pulled one leg over my leg and Stan, catching on 
quickly, did the same on the other side.  Bonnie was now 
wide open to their gaze, her most intimate parts clearly 
revealed.  "You have been very good tonight.  I know you 
are very turned on, and you have earned the right to 
reach a climax.  Please go ahead and bring yourself 
off."

And that's how it happened that Mother Nature made 
possible the most exciting night of our lives to date.  
It was a wonderful experience for both Bonnie and me, 
and the best part is that I still have five more 
coupons!  

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sun,  not thinking about adult situations.  Do
your part to make our world a little safer.

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