("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2007. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- My Perfect Wife By Mike M. (mikem00007@hotmail.com) *** A proper Catholic wife gets unknowingly blackmailed by her husband to become the woman he had always dreamed of having. (M+/F, reluc-wife-exh, husband-voy, orgy, glory, blkmail, alcohol) *** Author Notes: This Story is true; however it is not my story. An associate came to me one day with a problem he was being presented with concerning his wife. That led to many discussions about their relationship. Once I understood his inner desires I suggested some things to help him achieve his desires. As he lived it, he provided me sufficient feedback which allowed me to assist him and write this story for him. It is being posted with his permission. Many of the episodes which I passed on as suggestions to him were inspired by other writer's stories. It is a work in progress. I would appreciate any suggestions to improve its content or to suggest other ideas. His wife has become a very adventurous soul and looks forward to new and exciting situations. Email address is mikem00007@hotmail.com. I would especially like to hear from the women out there as to ideas they might have. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I have in putting it together. BTW, I ended up being one of the neighbors in the story. *** My wife, Jan, and I have been married for 7 years. We are both 28 years old. She is an extremely attractive natural redhead who measures 36-24-35, with between a B and C cup, depending on the time of month, flat belly that indents from her hip bones, a narrow waist, and when laid back has a very prominent pubic mound. In other words, she is a very hot dish for which I am extremely lucky. She comes from a very strict Catholic upbringing and was a virgin when we got married. Because of her upbringing she was very prudish in her behavior, even to the point that on our wedding night she was reluctant to let me see her naked. She is now a changed woman because of what happened about a year ago. We had been on vacation in the Carolinas and had thoroughly enjoyed a week of frolicking at the beach. Even at secluded beaches with no one around I was unable to get Jan to loosen up for a little petting. She said that there was no way I would get her to go topless on the beach and that our sex games would have to be restricted to the bedroom. Near the end of our vacation we got caught out in a summer rain and Jan ended up coming down with a cold. The day we were due to go home she was really suffering from a stuffy nose so I went to the pharmacy to get some cold medicine. I picked up various cold products so Jan could have a comfortable ride back North. I gave her a couple teaspoons of Formula 44 and a couple of cold tablets. I wasn't worried about the warning on the labels that they could make you drowsy since I normally drove. What I didn't realize when I gave her the cold tablets was that the instructions said to only take one every 12 hours. When we started home we had about a three-hour drive before reaching the Interstate. It wasn't long into the ride that Jan said she was tired and was going to lay back and rest. Before getting on the interstate, I stopped at a gas station for a couple of sodas. I had trouble waking her and when I did she sounded drunk. However, I thought it time to give her a couple more cold tablets, which seemed to be keeping her breathing clear. We had been on the interstate for about 30 minutes when I noticed that Jan was really out of it. I became a little concerned and tried to wake her, but she was dead to the world. It was then that I decided to fulfill a fantasy of mine and see if I could expose her to the truck traffic going up the highway. I always traveled with a CB radio so I figured I could hear what truckers reactions would be to seeing a little flesh. It was a warm summer day and Jan was wearing one of her sundresses that buttoned down the front. I opened the windows and initially raised the hem of her dress until her panties could be clearly seen. Just exposing her panties gave me such a hard on I thought I was going to cum in my pants. I traveled up the highway slowing up as I passed trucks. A couple remarked on the seat cover in a four-wheeler that matched my car. I decided to see how far I could push this situation so I pulled off at the next rest area, far enough away from the restroom facilities that I would not be noticed. I again tried to wake Jan – nothing. I went around to the passenger side, opened Jan's door, completely unbuttoned her dress and removed her bra and panties. I was initially thinking of leaving her nude but was concerned she would wake up and really bitch me out. I put her dress back on set her sunglasses on her face, turned her head toward me, and pulled back out on the highway. As I got back on the highway I heard these two truckers talking away and decided to see if I could locate them to fulfill my fantasy. It took me a couple of miles to learn the identities of the trucks and soon saw them up ahead of me. I reached over and unbuttoned the buttons on Jan's dress down to her waist. I had not exposed her breasts, but the gap in her dress was enough so you could see she was not wearing a bra and the hem of her dress was just below where here pussy could be seen. I drove slowly past the first truck I came too and lingered long enough to give him a view of my wife. His call sign was Virginia Gentleman, and as I moved out I heard him tell his partner that an interesting sight would be coming up on his left so he should be paying attention. He also stated that it would have been a much better sight if there was a bit more exposure. Before reaching the second truck, I opened her dress so that her breasts were completely exposed. As we passed the second truck I heard him whistle and admire the set of headlights that were staring him in the face and how really mouth watering her nipples looked. Well this set off the Virginia Gentleman because he said he didn't see any tits when we went by him and it was a shame he missed the sight. I smiled and decided to slow down and pull in behind the second truck, waiting for the first one to catch up. I unzipped my pants, took out my cock, which by now was fully erect, and wrapped Jan's hand around it. I waited until the first truck passed me and proceeded to follow it, moving her hand up and down my shaft as if she was playing with me. As I came next to the cab of the second truck, I heard him tell his buddy to slow down so he could have a better show. He must have noticed that I had a CB antenna and said that if I could hear him he would sure appreciate it if I would unbutton the rest of her dress. I thought about it a couple of seconds and decided to do it. I released Jan's hand and reached over and unbuttoned the rest of her dress while pacing the truck. When I finished, I pulled the dress apart so she was lying completely naked. I still remember the sun shining in and lighting up her red bush so it looked like it was on fire. And her hair was so fine that with the sunlight you could easily see where her slit began. I was then asked to spread her legs so he could get a good look at her goodies. It took some effort, but I was finally able to get her right knee up against the door panel and her left knee against the center console. I then slowed up and let both trucks get ahead of me. I then took her hand and put it on her pussy and proceeded to put her finger inside her. I was surprised to find that her pussy was moist and the more I moved her hand back and forth, the wetter she became. I slowly passed both trucks again giving them plenty of time to take in the sights. It was at this time that I got concerned that she might wake up from getting excited and decided to pull back and regroup. I rearranged Jan's dress so that it was almost closed, but with her pussy still showing, and put her hand back on my swollen cock. I then returned to the side of the truck and continued moving Jan's hand up and down until I shot my load. Once I was done, I picked up speed and pulled away from the trucks. The truck driver said thanks until we meet again. After I got away from the initial trucks, I again completely opened her dress and left her exposed to the trucks the entire way up the highway. There were many, many appreciative truckers that day. Jan was still out when we got home, so I carried her in and put her to bed. When she woke up in the morning she had no recollection of the ride home for which I was extremely thankful. I knew that if she found out she would be really, really pissed. I just hoped I would be presented with an opportunity like that again some time. I didn't understand the context of the truck driver's message about "until we meet again" until about a week later when I received a package in the mail with instructions to review the contents when I was alone and that I would be contacted later. When I did I was shocked to see that the entire incident on the road with the first truckers had been videotaped. I didn't know what to do and decided to just wait until I heard from my blackmailer. The next couple of days I spent in agony trying to decide what to do. I received a second package and in this package was a series of pictures that had been obviously made from the tape. It not only had pictures of my naked wife, but also had pictures of my wife leaving the house, getting in and out of the same car I had been driving, shopping and coming out of church. The note said that if I didn't agree to do whatever he told me he would release both the video and pictures to the Internet, send copies to her parents, members of her church group, and her neighbors. I realized that Jan would die if that happened and that my marriage might be down the toilet. If I agreed I was to contact him by email. I talked to a friend and he gave me some suggestions. His ideas intrigued me. The more I thought about it the more I thought I could get my wife to forgive me since we were really, really in love with each other and she always said that my sex drive was going to get me in trouble one of these days. By now a plan had begun to form in my devious mind as I thought over suggestions on how to turn this situation to my advantage. I decided to answer the blackmailer, but my answer was not what he was expecting. I told him that I would refuse to be blackmailed, but that together we might be able to force my wife into becoming more like the wife I always dreamed of having. The first part of the plan would be to get Jan to accept her situation and to go along with our demands, providing I was there to ensure her safety. He emailed me back that the deal wasn't what he expected, but that he liked the idea and would cooperate with me to gain control over my wife. He said he would be capturing everything that happened from here on out by camcorder and digital pictures. I agreed providing that they were for our own use and would not be let out publicly and he agreed. The next step was to approach my wife. I decided that just coming out with the whole mess would not go over well. So I decided to take Jan out to a nice restaurant for a good meal, consume a couple bottles of wine, and then confess what I had done. Wine has always affected her in that it seemed to make her horny and much more of a "fun" person. When she was sufficiently loosened up from the wine I told my story. I could see the color drain out of her face and the anger begin to take hold. I didn't say anything about the packages yet, but let her vent at me about how I could have done such a thing. I explained how much I loved her and had always fantasized about her being naked besides me outdoors and having sex games. I went on to explain that since she was completely out of it, I didn't see the harm and I didn't think she would ever know about it. It took a while, but after a couple more glasses of wine, I finally calmed her down to where she said she had not forgiven me, but understood why I had done it. At this point I knew I had won half the battle, but the hardest part was yet to come. Once we got over that part I said that I had only told her a part of the story, but she would have to wait until we got home to hear the rest. She didn't understand and persisted, but I told her that it would be a lot clearer and easier to explain if she waited. She finally agreed. When we got home I showed her the videotape and the note I had received from the blackmailer. She was completely beside herself. She definitely did not want any of the pictures or tape to be made public and asked me what we should do. I said we could go to the police, but then everything would be made public. She rejected that option at once. She definitely did not want the police involved. I then suggested I email the blackmailer and see what it was he wanted to get the tape and pictures back. We discussed the ramifications of what this decision might be. She finally said she would do anything necessary to keep the material private, which was exactly the position I was hoping she would take. I promised her that whatever we had to do, I would be at her side. Armed with this, I emailed the sender of the package, who I now considered my accomplice. I told him what I thought would be a good first test and where we should do it. He agreed and said I would be receiving an appropriate email shortly that I could show to Jan. When it arrived, I immediately took it to Jan to see. It basically stated that this would be a test to see if we were serious about keeping the pictures private. Jan was to select her shortest dress and on Saturday, we were to go to a restaurant at a mall across town. We were to sit on high-back stools at a bench-type table overlooking the food court. I was to email him my cell phone number and he would contact me with further instructions. He gave us the time to be there and warned that if we failed his test we knew the consequences. Jan and I talked it over and decided that what was being asked was not too bad, especially since we would be in a public place. We went to her closet to select a dress. The shortest one she had was an A-line dress with a hemline that came about 3 inches above her knees. She had worn this one before and didn't feel too conspicuous in it. Bra, panties, hose, and low heels completed the outfit. Jan then waited nervously for Saturday. Before leaving for the mall on Saturday, I suggested that Jan have a couple glasses of wine to ease her nerves. She agreed. I poured a large glass of wine, but added a couple shots of vodka. She didn't notice the taste difference in either glass. By the time we reached the mall, she had mellowed out a bit. We got to the restaurant a little ahead of time and got seated where we were instructed. Since it was around noontime, we ordered a sandwich and a glass of wine. From where we were seated we were a floor above and could see the entire food court below us. Of course, everyone below could easily see those of us seated at the window tables. When Jan sat down, her skirt rode another couple of inches up her legs, but she was careful to keep her knees together so no one below could see up her skirt. We had just started to eat when my cell phone rang. It was Bob (the truck driver who was now working with me). He asked if we were ready and I said we were. I passed the phone to Jan. She listened for a couple of seconds and passed the phone back. She said he warned her of what would happen if she failed to follow his directions. I put the phone up to my ear and nodded as if getting instructions. I then turned to Jan told her that she was to scoot forward on her seat, raise he skirt up a few inches and let her knees fall open so he could see what she was wearing. The extra couple inches put her skirt a little more than halfway up her thighs. She initially opened her knees a couple of inches, but I told her he wanted them opened about a foot. She should also keep her feet on the rung of the stool. She hesitated a few moments then did what he asked, continually scanning the food court to see if anyone was watching. I told her to drink more of her wine and relax. I assured her that no harm was being done so she should act like nothing was wrong. After about a minute I nodded into the phone again and told Jan that she was to go to the restroom and remove her hose and return. She did, passing me her hose so I could put them in my pocket. She got back on the stool and was instructed to resume her previous position. As she sat there she noticed a few people looking up and it was obvious from their pointing that they could clearly see her panties. I spoke into the phone, nodded my agreement and told Jan she was to raise her skirt further up her legs and start swinging her knees open and closed. Her skirt was now a good foot above her knees. In the open position her legs spread about a foot and a half apart. Jan tried to ignore the fact that more people below were becoming aware of her position and could clearly see her white panties as her legs opened. I nodded into the phone again, and then told Jan she was to go back into the restroom and remove her panties and bring them back to me. She said she would rather not. I passed this information onto Bob who told me to remind her of what would happen if she didn't. She really didn't want to do it, but when I said he was beginning to get really impatient with her and wouldn't take much more of her delaying tactics, she did. When she returned, she sat there with her knees together while I put her panties on the table against the window with the menu behind them so that people in the restaurant would not see what was going on. I spoke into the phone to advise that she had done what he desired. I then told Jan she was to shift forward again, raise her skirt up to where they were before and resume swinging her knees open and closed. After a couple of minutes of this I told her she was to swing her knees as wide as she could and leave them that way while keeping her feet on the rungs of the stool. She about died of embarrassment, but did what she was told. By now, many more people were looking up and Jan realized that many were aware that her display was not accidental, having seen her wearing panties just a short while earlier. She was trying to carefully to keep her eyes on the table or straight ahead, so I nodded my head as if getting further instructions and told to look down and briefly make eye contact with those who were staring up at her. I told her to reach under her skirt and tell me if she was wet. She was beet red as she did this and was embarrassed to admit that she was. I told her the last thing she was to do was put one finger in her pussy and give it to me to suck on. When that was done she could close her legs and we could go home. She looked around, let her hand drop between her legs, quickly inserted her finger inside herself and offered her finger to me. I took it completely into my mouth, let her slide it out, and then licked my lips as I inhaled her aroma. She then quickly closed her legs, tugged down on her skirt, and got up to leave. In her hurry to leave the restaurant she didn't notice that I left her panties on the table. On the way home I asked how she felt. She told me her emotions were all screwed up. On one hand she was totally in shock about what she had been forced to do, but on the other she felt a certain tinge of excitement about what had happened. I reached under her skirt and felt that her pussy was totally drenched, her pussy lips had pulled back to expose the opening to her vagina and her clit stuck out like a little nub. I took the opportunity to begin massaging her clit. She reclined her seat a bit and I played with her clit until she had a huge orgasm. As she lay there recovering, I lifted the bottom of her skirt until she was exposed and continued to play with her, running my fingers up and down her slit, inserting two fingers into her while rubbing her clit with my thumb. The excitement she was feeling made her oblivious to the fact that we were on the beltway, putting on a show for everyone we passed that could see into our car. I stopped when she had her second orgasm, but left her exposed until she finally sat up. She asked what I thought would happen next, to which I replied I was sure we would find out soon enough. ** I wanted to build on the progress we had made so I planned the next event to happen the next day. The next afternoon I told Jan that I was going out to hit a few golf balls, and would be back in about an hour. After I left I called Bob and told him to call my wife on her cell phone. He was to congratulate her on passing Saturday's test and this was to be her second test. I was sure she would protest that I was not there, but he was to assure her she would not be leaving her property. Meanwhile, I had parked around the block, removed my digital camera, and hid in the bushes surrounding our house. When Jan got the call from Bob she was initially frightened. After he got her calmed down he asked what she was wearing. She told him she was wearing her cleaning smock, bra and panties. He told her to remove her smock and to go out into the back yard. He said he was in a position to see if she was following his directions and wanted to see her walking around the backyard in her bra and panties. She realized she was at risk of being observed from some of our neighbors even though much of our backyard is fairly well hidden. She pointed this out to him, but he asked if she would prefer he require her to walk out the front door and walk around the block. She chose the back yard. While she was walking around, she was instructed to remove her bra, followed shortly by her panties. She was then told that she really needed to get on her hands and knees to remove the dandelions that were in the grass, making sure that all were removed. She was then to lie out on the lounge chair and take some sun. While she was doing this, I was busy snapping dozens of pictures. I repositioned myself so I could see the front of the house. When Jan came back in the house she was then directed to open the front room curtains and to stand in the window for 5 minutes looking out into the street. If she saw anyone coming she was not to move out of the window. My idea was to get her used to being naked and more so naked in places where she might be seen. From where I was hidden, I got some outstanding shots of my wife in the bay window. I especially liked the one with her feet apart and her hands pushing her hair back over her head. Bob told her she did good and had successfully passed his second test. When I got home she told me what had happened and was relieved that none of the neighbors noticed. I decided that her behavior needed to be rewarded so I took her into the local mall, let her pick out a piece of jewelry, went to an expensive restaurant, and had a very relaxing evening. That evening in bed she was very appreciative. The next day Bob and I conversed by phone to plan our next step. I had a lot of things I wanted to do, but decided Jan wasn't ready for them. We discussed various possibilities and agreed that we didn't want to push her too far too fast. Our plan quickly came together and we would use the next weekend to put it into effect. Our idea was to get a bit more exposure in a public and that another run down the highway might be appropriate, but this time with more participation from Jan. Bob's next email to me (for Jan to read) said that if we continued doing as he desired he would return Jan's tape and pictures with a solemn promise that no one would ever see them. He went on to say that I was to treat Jan to a nice dinner in a downtown restaurant Friday evening. Jan was to dress in a skirt and blouse set, but could not wear any panties or pantyhose. He would contact us later with more specific instructions. Jan was really nervous about this since, except for the previous weekend, she never went anywhere without undergarments. I reminded her of the consequences and that after last Saturday how much worse could it get. She finally agreed but said that no way was she going to do anything that required her to get naked in the restaurant. When Friday arrived and we were ready to leave for dinner, I handed her a box. When she opened it I told her that since I knew how uncomfortable she was wearing heels in bare feet, I bought her a pair of thigh-high hose that would stay up without a garter belt. She thanked me, and then tried them on. She asked how they looked, but I told her it was hard to tell without seeing the whole package. She smiled and lifted her skirt until I could see her pubic hair. She blushed when I told her just how hot she looked. I suggested going upstairs, but she laughed and said she wished we could but we had to get to the restaurant before she got in trouble. As we drove into town, I had my hand up her skirt playing with her. As her excitement built, the skirt came higher and her legs opened up to allow me easier access. She said how good it felt and asked me to put a finger in her. She jumped when I hit her clit. I played with her until I felt her start to cum, and then stopped. She pleaded with me to continue but I said I wanted to wait until we could both enjoy the moment together. By now she had forgotten that she was about to be in public with nothing on under her skirt. And the flush of her cheeks was a clear indication that she was sexually aroused, which is just what I had planned. While waiting for a table I ordered double martinis. We had finished our second drink and just after being seated at a table, Jan's cell phone rang. She answered it, told me it was Bob and handed me the phone. I told Jan that he complimented her on how nice she looked. I answered into the phone so Jan could hear me that she had not worn panties as he instructed, but that I had bought her a pair of thigh-highs which he said was ok. I nodded into the phone and said that yes, she was wearing a bra, and then told Jan she was to remove it. When she returned from the ladies room I could immediately tell she was now braless. With each step she took you could see the sway of her breasts and the movement across the fabric had caused her nipples to visibly harden. I couldn't tell if the flush I was seeing was from embarrassment or excitement. As the waiter took our order Jan looked nervously around to see if she could spot someone watching her, but with no success. As the waiter left, I nodded into the phone and told Jan she was to rise up and adjust her skirt so that her butt was directly on the seat. She did this with some difficulty since she didn't want to advertise to others in the restaurant what she was doing. I told her he said well done and that she was to put her napkin next to her plate and lift up her skirt until the hem was sitting in her lap. Tears started to show in her eyes as she complied. I tried to console her by saying that she wasn't really showing anything but the tops of her legs. She nodded her head and dried her tears. When the waiter brought the salad, he couldn't help but notice how much of Jan's legs were showing above her hose. His eyes lit up when he looked over at me as I gave him a slight nod. I knew we were going to get special service the rest of the night. Jan's eyes were on her plate, but I finally got her to start talking to me and she appeared to be forgetting the state of her skirt. I nodded into the phone and told her to unbutton her blouse. Her eyes pleaded with me and I began speaking into the phone. I told her that I had convinced him to not have her completely unbutton but would be happy with the top two buttons. With a big sigh of relief, she happily complied. I had learned earlier that if you push someone over the line, then retreat a bit they are generally inclined to comply with the easier request. This is what we had done with Jan. Undoing the first button exposed her cleavage. The second button was a few inches below the bottom of her breasts and clearly showed she was wearing no bra when sitting straight up. When bent forward, the blouse opened up and exposed her entire breast. I had to adjust my pants to make room for an enormous erection. I saw the waiter coming with our food. I nodded again into the phone and told Jan to put her elbows and hands on the table and stay that way until after the waiter left. As she hesitantly complied, her blouse dropped away in front, giving the waiter a bird's eye view of her front all the way down to her waist. Her face was flush and she kept her eyes on her plate. The waiter flashed me an OK sign with his fingers as he served the food. When the waiter left I spoke into the phone saying that I was sure Jan would appreciate that and that I would pass on his instructions for the next day and hung up. When she asked what was going on I told her that Bob was impressed with her willingness to comply with his wishes and as a reward she could button up the lower button, but she was to leave her skirt as is, which she immediately did. She was clearly relieved and did not appear to be concerned about how high her skirt still was. ** The previous evening we were given instructions that Jan was to dress in the same sundress she had on originally, no underwear, and on Saturday morning at 9 am we were to drive South on the interstate. He would contact me on my cell phone and give directions as to what he wanted. The time we picked was based on the time the sun would provide maximum side light into the car. Jan was also to remove all pubic hair except for a one-inch stripe above, but not touching her slit. I was also to turn my CB on so she could hear what was being said about her as we passed other truckers. It also contained the usual warning of what would happen if she refused. Over the rest of dinner Jan and I discussed what was being done to her at length. I told her we should agree providing we didn't have to pull the car into a secluded spot at any point along the highway. She thought about it for some time, but finally agreed. I told her I would help her get ready for tomorrow morning. When we got home I ran a bath for her and let her soak for about a half hour, making sure she had a couple glasses of wine while relaxing in the tub. Before she got out, I lathered up her pussy and shaved it according to the directions. We were amazed at how young the shaving made her look. I immediately got hard and told Jan that I would treat her to a massage and rub down. As you can imagine, I spent a lot of time on her pussy. Between eating her out and fucking, we had a fabulous time and didn't give the next morning much thought. I woke up early the next morning eagerly anticipating the morning's events. I let Jan sleep in a bit then woke her and told her we needed to get ready. I fixed her breakfast and started her in on mimosas. She drank almost the entire bottle of Champaign without realizing it. She showered and I got out the sundress she had come home from the beach in. I told her she didn't really have to do this and I was sure we could weather the storm that would follow. She said no, she was all right with it, and this would go by before we realized it. By the time we got ready to go, Jan had a slight buzz on from the mimosas. I gave her a glass of wine in a go cup with a couple shots of vodka to drink to further relax her. I had already filled Bob in what I wanted Jan to do and I knew we would be pushing the envelope. We got out on the highway heading south. I saw Bob's truck in the rest area as we went by and watched as he pulled out behind us. I slowed down slightly to let him catch up and then heard him on the CB asking if we were ready to play. My wife looked at me and nodded. I flashed my brakes and waited for his call. I expected him to call my cell phone, but he chose to use the CB to communicate with us, realizing everyone in range would be able to hear what was going down. It was still rather early so he told me to pull into the center lane so he could come up beside us, which I did. He told Jan she looked really nice this morning and told her to nod her head if she was ready to begin, which she did. He had her open her window, put on her sunglasses and lay her seat completely back. He then had her turn her head to him, smile, and slowly unbutton her dress to her waist. She hesitated for a few moments then began fumbling as she started on the buttons. When she finally got them undone he told her to open her top until both breasts were exposed. We heard other truckers asking where we were located and Bob relayed our position and speed. He told them to speed up or slow down and he would share his treasures with them. Jan's face was red. She had heard the entire conversation and realized she would be on display for everyone we came across. I also sensed she was somewhat excited by being forced to expose herself because of a change in her breathing pattern. He then told her to start playing with her breasts until the nipples stood out hard. It only took a few minutes because her nipples are very, very sensitive. He then had her unbutton her dress the rest of the way and open up the sides so she was completely exposed. This was exactly the position she had been in a couple weeks earlier. The then had her pull the sides together from the waist down, slip the dress off her arms, let her top drop down around her waist, and for her to start rubbing her own breasts, pinching them then to make the nipples stand out farther. I could tell from the color that was coming into her cheeks and the fact she was breathing still faster that Jan was being turned on. He told us to fall in behind his truck and to follow him down the highway. Jan didn't understand why until he swung into the center lane and began calling down the highway to trucks in front of him to see the sweet package in the four-wheeler at his back door. Jan could hear the complements she was getting as we passed truck after truck and with the alcohol she had taken was beginning to enjoy the attention. This went on for a few miles and he again pulled back into the right lane and told us to come up beside him. When we were pacing him he told Jan to pull her dress back open and lay back as if asleep. This went on for a couple of minutes then he had her spread her legs for him. Jan didn't realize it, but she was doing what I had done to her the week before only now it was her, not me doing it. After we had traveled for a few more miles he told her to pull her dress out from underneath her and to throw it into the back seat. She was hesitant for a couple of seconds until Bob told her to DO IT and she did. She was lying there totally naked, exposed to this stranger telling her what to do. He had her smile and wave at him while he was capturing the entire thing on his hidden camcorder. He had us fall in behind him again and we went through the follow him routine again, only this time he slowed as he passed each truck asking how they liked his little slave girl. It seemed like every trucker was begging him to have us pull off the road so they could fuck her. This embarrassed Jan even more and she kept her head turned toward me. Every once in a while he would tell Jan over the CB to wave at his buddy and blow him a kiss, which she reluctantly did. After a few more miles he pulled back to the right and had us come along side again. This time he had Jan start playing with herself, inserting first one, and then two, then three fingers in her. He then told her to start rubbing her clit until she came. It only took about three or four minutes and she went into an orgasm. Her butt came off the seat and she started screaming that she was coming until fluid filled her hand. I am sure Bob was capturing her voice as well as the video. Bob then told her to take my cock out, kneel on the front seat with her butt toward the window, then to give me a blowjob until I came. I had never come in her mouth before, but Bob insisted that he better see cum coming out of her mouth when I was done or she would not be happy with being put out to walk on the highway in her present state. I was so excited that it didn't take me any time at all before I was shooting my load into Jan's mouth. She didn't swallow it all, but she was a trooper in her efforts. When she was finished she lay back in her seat and Bob again congratulated her on a job well done, but there was one more thing she was to do. We were to drive on ahead down the road and keep him advised of the mile markers as we went. When we were three miles ahead of him he would tell us to pull over. I was to pop open the trunk. Jan was to get her dress from the back seat, get out of the car, go to the trunk and put her dress in it. She was then to bend over as if searching for something until he passed us, at which time she could get back in the car, but without her dress. She initially said she wouldn't do it, but I reminded her of the consequences and said she would only be there a maximum of two to three minutes. She wasn't happy about it, but she did it. I was glad we were not the cause for an accident because people sure took their eyes off the road as they went by honking their horns. Bob went by and said we were free to return home, but with her dress in the trunk. She would not be allowed to get dressed until she was in our house. He said he would have someone watching to make sure she followed his instructions. I took advantage of Jan's state of mind and lack of dress to play with her pussy all the way home. I think she realized I was slowing down as I passed each truck but didn't voice any objection. When we got home she was so excited we never made it past the entry way. She grabbed me and said she had to have me in her right then and right there. She put her legs around my waist and we fucked standing up with her pushed against the wall. After we were finished I asked her how she felt. She said she was nervous at first, but that the drinks and the excitement began to get to her and she was experiencing sensations she had never felt before. She was feeling more alive than she had in a very long time. I tried to hide my smile and said I was glad she was becoming more comfortable with the situation and that I was sure that in short order we would be free again. She said she thought she would take a relaxing bath and take a nap. I brought Jan a glass of wine to enjoy with her bath and let her sleep for about an hour, taking pictures of her naked form as she slept. During the following week our sexual activity took a significant turn upward. About Wednesday I mentioned this to her and she said she didn't know why but found herself reliving her experiences of the previous weekend. She said she was surprised, but found the episodes somewhat exciting. I said I didn't know about her, but the last couple days had been really great for me. She smiled and said maybe things will get even better – we would just have to wait and see. That caused me to smile. As the weekend rolled around I asked if she had heard from our new found "friend". She said no and I said that maybe things would blow over and that perhaps we should go out Saturday evening if she wanted. I suggested we go out to a Mexican restaurant we liked and hit this country western club I had heard about. She liked the idea. I suggested she wear the outfit she used to square dance in. She laughed remembering how I liked to spin her and the skirt would sometimes flare out to waist level. Of course, she planned to wear the frilly panties that went with the set. She just didn't know what my plans were. On Saturday morning I suggested going to the community pool for a couple of hours. I fixed up a batch of pina colatas to take with us liberally laced with vodka. In the couple of hours we were basking in the sun she downed the entire batch, never realizing that I was not drinking. When I judged she was slightly tipsy I took her home. While sitting around the house I fixed her a couple more drinks to keep her buzz going. She laughed and accused me of trying to get her drunk to take advantage of her again. I just laughed it off and agreed that she had found me out. Before going out I fixed us both a martini. She doesn't normally like these but I told her I had bought a new gin and wanted her opinion. I make my martinis 6 to 1 and each glass is essentially a triple. When we finished our drink we headed out for the restaurant. Jan held on to my arm and snuggled up to me as she walked. It was obvious that all the sexual attention and the booze were causing her to lose some of her inhibitions. When we got to the restaurant we ordered my wife's favorite drink – Margaritas. I got up to go to the restroom and intercepted the waiter. I told him to triple up on the tequila in my wife's drink. We laughed and had a great time over dinner. She also had her second drink while sitting there. It was about nine pm before we left the restaurant and she was holding on my arm to keep from falling. I went to open my wife's door to the car. When she turned I began kissing her with some passion to which she immediately responded. I took advantage of the situation, reached under her skirt, ran my hand down into the panty set she was wearing and began finger-fucking her until she was on the verge of an orgasm. When she told me I had better stop or she would jump my bones there in the parking lot, I removed my hand from her panties and pulled them to her knees. She laughed and told me I was being a naughty boy, but she stepped out of them as I went back to rubbing my hand up and down her slit under her skirt until she was ready to cum, but stopped again. Even though she was in a highly excited state and was obviously feeling the days booze, it still surprised me that she helped me remove her panties. At any other time I could have never gotten away with this public display. We broke apart and she got in the car. As I went around the back, I opened the trunk and threw her panties in. By the time we reached the club Jan was feeling no pain and forgot that I had removed her panties earlier. She would put her hand on my crotch and gently rub my cock, making jokes about the work out he seemed to be getting. Meanwhile, I was running my hand from her knee to her pussy, keeping her on the edge of orgasm. We got to the club about 10 and found an open booth near the dance floor. I followed into the right side of the booth so we were sitting side-by-side. I ordered a beer for me and another margarita for Jan. While sitting there I lifted up the side of her dress and continued stroking her leg and pussy. By now her legs were wide open affording me easy access. I also noticed a couple tables across the dance floor that was watching what was going on under the table. I was not sure they could actually see my wife's bare pussy, but it was obvious what was going on under her skirt. After Jan finished her drink I ordered her another and asked her out to for a slow dance. By now she wasn't too steady on her feet and I had to initially hold on to her until she got her balance after which she seemed to be okay. On the dance floor she put both hands around my neck and pressed her body up close, grinding against my hard cock. In my excitement I reached my right hand under the left side of her skirt and began to caress her bare butt. I was beside myself with excitement. Here I was with my prim and proper wife playing with her in a public place. The band started playing a faster tune and Jan pulled away and started swaying to the music. When she spun around the edges flared up like they always did, but this time she was showing much more than the frilly panties she normally wore. People on the sidelines were getting a much better show than I was so I reached for her like we do in a jitterbug and spun her around a couple of times myself such that I had a view of her bare pussy when it flared up. After the dance we returned to our booth. Jan took a bit more of her drink and then a guy from across the way come over, introduced himself and asked if he could dance with my wife. I gave my permission and they made their way out on to the floor. By now Jan was really blitzed. Her speech was slurry and she had to hang on to something or someone to stay on her feet. She might have thought she was still dancing with me because she put her arms around her new partner and laid her head on his shoulder. It was obvious that she was also grinding her pelvis into the guy she was with and he was holding her tight and rocking his cock back and forth across her outthrust cunt. When the song finished he returned with Jan to the table. He said he was by himself and asked if he could join us for a bit. I agreed. Jan got into the seat next to me and he proceeded to get in beside her. Jan was now sandwiched between us. His boldness surprised me, but I decided to let things play out a bit to see where they would go. He said he name was John and was a computer programmer in a local company. Since I was involved in computers myself we were engaged in shop talk when I noticed his left hand had dropped under the table and Jan was starting to lean up against him. Her breathing had changed and I realized that John probably had his hand buried in her pussy. At least that was the way she was acting. I wanted to see if my suspicions were correct so I told him I needed to hit the head and would he mind watching over my wife while I was gone. He said no problem so I departed the table and headed for the restroom. As soon as I was out of sight I circled around the bar to the other side of the dance floor where I could watch my table unobserved. As I suspected, John had taken advantage of the situation. From where I stood, I could see that he had raised the front of her skirt to where he could look down and see my wife's pussy and he had his fingers buried into her slit while Jan was humping his hand. I watched for a couple of minutes then made my way back to the table. When he saw me coming, he dropped Jan's skirt and brought his hands back to the top of the table as if nothing had happened. I could see Jan was still squirming in her seat. I said that given her condition it would probably be a good time to take her home. John asked if he could have one last dance and I figured what the hell and agreed. He helped her back out onto the floor for the next slow dance. Jan again put her arms around his neck and snuggled back up to him. It only took me a few seconds to realize that this time he had dropped one of his hands up under the front of her dress and was busy finger-fucking her while she ground against him. Suddenly Jan stood straight up and the look on her face told me she was having an orgasm right there on the floor. The song soon ended and John asked if I needed help putting her in the car. I accepted his help and together we got her in her seat. As you can imagine, her dress rose up a number of times as she got in the car and when she was finally buckled into her seat, her seat belt had pulled the bottom of her skirt up so she was slightly exposed. I adjusted her seat back so it laid completely back which caused the seat belt to raise the skirt above the pubic hair stripe. I left her that way while I thanked John for his help. While he stared at her exposed position I explained that I was training my wife to be my slave and she was in the initial stages of training. He gave me his card with his phone number and email address and said he hoped we would come out again another time and offered to participate in her training. I promised we probably would and would see him then. Jan was just laid back in her seat during all this, completely out. Jan woke up the next morning with a tremendous headache. I asked if she had a good time last night and she said she vaguely remembered most of it, even the part of me playing with her under the table until she reached an orgasm. I thought about it for a moment and decided to tell her the truth. I told her about John joining us, me going to the bathroom and finding John playing with her. I further told her that I was going to make an issue of it, but that she had told me she was really enjoying herself and thanked me for her having a good time. I even went on to tell her about being on the dance floor with the front of her skirt pulled up until she had what looked to be a fantastic orgasm. She blushed and asked if I was all right with what she did and I said sure, as long as she got enjoyment out of it, so did I. She looked at me closely to see if I really meant it. I told her I was not completely happy with the fact that some other man had caused her to reach a climax, but I also found it exciting at the same time. I went on to say that as long as I was with her, I had no problem with anything she did. Her eyes misted up and she told me how much she really loved me, would never do anything to hurt me, and really wanted me to be happy with her. Sunday we spent in the back yard sunning ourselves. I brought cocoa butter over and said I would massage her if she would like. It wasn't too long and I had her bathing suit completely off and in the process had a very passionate bout of sex there in the grass. I just wish I had had my camera when I got the idea to go in and get it while she was lying there nude. When I came back out and she saw what I had, she started to object. I told her that she was so sexy laying there that I would really like to take some pictures of her and that they would be only for me. She finally relented and allowed me to pose her in some very erotic positions. One of my favorites is her lying back with her feet against her butt and knees spread wide. She was leaning up on her elbows, but the thing I remember most is the way her hair trailed over her breasts and that her pussy lips had spread and the entrance to her cunt had opened to a degree you could clearly see about three inches into her vagina. The sight turned me on so much I couldn't help but bury my tongue in her and lapped at her juices until she came again. I was very pleased with the way my wife's attitude toward sex and sexual activities were beginning to change. On Tuesday I received another package in the mail. It was from Bob. He had taken the tape he had first made and combined it with the film he had shot the week before. With his editing it looked like Jan was in control of the whole situation and would never convince anyone she had been sleeping and that she was unaware she had been stripped and exposed. The note said he was sure we would like this version better as well as all her friends and family. When Jan replayed the tape she realized how deeply trapped she was and started to shake with tears. It took over an hour for me to calm her down enough to read the note with the tape. The note with the package said that the next Saturday we were to go to shopping at the mall. She was to wear a short straight line skirt, a silk blouse, no bra, panties or hose except thigh highs, and had to visit at least three shoe stores. At each store she had to try on three pairs of shoes. More if she wanted. I could go with her for the first two stores, but the third she had to do on her own. She was to make sure that she exposed herself to whoever waited on her. He would have someone watching. As Saturday approached, Jan began getting nervous. She said she didn't know if she could do this. She said it was different when there were all sorts of space between her and others, and that the last weekend didn't count because she was too drunk to realize what was happening. But this time the guy would be up close and personal. I told her not to worry and to go with the flow. She might surprise herself and find she was enjoying the fact that some guys are going to have a bulge in the pants that will make it difficult for them to walk upright. I reinforced the fact that I would be there to watch out for her and that if at any time she was asked to do something she absolutely couldn't do, we would tell Bob to pound sand and live with the consequences. I said we could always move and start a new life somewhere else. My words must have allayed her fears because she seemed to settle out a bit. I said that Bob wanted her pussy free of hair and I would volunteer to do it. She said that since the hair was gone, so was the urine smell that seemed to linger after she had to pee. I laid her back on the bed and proceeded to remove the stubble that had grown back as well as the one inch stripe. When I had finished her pussy looked like a pre-teens. I complemented her on how really sexy she looked. On Saturday, we went through Jan's closet looking for a skirt that would meet the requirements laid out. We finally settled on one she had not worn in a few years because it came just over the top of the thigh highs and she thought it too short. I told her it would be perfect. Jan put on some lipstick and perfume and followed me out the door. We got to the mall around noon. This time I did not provide any alcohol. I wanted her fully aware of what was going on. Jan was very aware of how vulnerable she was dressed and hoped she would not run into anyone she knew. She was continually tugging at the hem of the skirt and the blouse accentuated the fact she was wearing no bra. The blouse was a button down V-neck where the first button began at the center of her breasts. As we walked to the first shoe store I commented that she was a real knock out with her nipples sticking out in that silk blouse. She reminded me of how sensitive her nipples were and that the silk rubbing back and forth were sending shivers down to her loins and back up. I pinched one and found that it was hard as a rock. She said she didn't have to touch herself to know that she was wet. We went into the first store, which only had one other customer. A salesman approached and asked if he could be of some assistance. I said that my wife was looking for something in black heels, gave him her size, and pointed to a bench for my wife to sit. The first thing I noticed when she sat down was that the skirt rose up three to four more inches to just below her pussy, with what seemed a very large expanse of skin between the top of her stockings and bottom of her skirt. I got up and walked in front of her and saw that anyone in front of her could look up her skirt and see bare skin. She tried to keep her knees together, but the bench that the salesman would sit in positioned her feet on either side. The salesman returned with three boxes, sat down on his bench and put the shoe boxes next to him. He then looked up and I could see his eyes widen a bit. Without missing a stroke, he reached into the first box and removed a shoe. He put his hand on Jan's calf, raised her foot up and removed her sandal. He then started to put the shoe on Jan's left foot, moving her leg back and forth to get the heel in. Both Jan and I realized he was spreading her knees much more than he needed to as he fit the shoe to her foot. He put her foot down in such a way that her legs were now open about eight inches. He then did the same to the other foot and at one time had spread her knees a good foot and a half. One of the other salesmen noticed what was going on and took up a position where he had a good view of Jan's slit. Jan stood up, walked around, commented on well they looked and said she would like to try the second pair. By now I had gotten up and went to stand beside the other salesman. When Jan sat, her salesman proceeded to remove her shoes in such a way that his arms kept Jan from closing her legs. I commented to the other salesman that it was quite a view, to which he readily agreed. I told him I was trying to teach her not to be so prudish. I told him she needed to have a pair to wear with a mini dress she was going to receive. He smiled and suggested when she tried on the next pair she should stand in front of the mirror and raise her skirt up a bit so she could see what they would look like with more leg showing. As she was looking at the third pair of shoes in the mirror I told her that the salesman suggested raising her skirt so she could get the full effect of the shoes with a shorter skirt. She nodded ok and began raising the skirt from the hips. She raised it a couple of inches, but I told her that I thought her dress would probably be higher and to raise it a couple more inches. When the dress was just below her pussy slit I asked what she thought. What she didn't realize was that the tilt of the mirror gave a perfect view of her entire pussy, well above the pubic hair I had removed. I told her to drop her skirt and that we should look at a couple more stores before making a decision. As she went back to her seat I whispered in her ear that as the salesman was removing her shoes, absent mindedly let her knees fall wide open, which would be a thank you gift for helping you. When she did that I noticed that her pussy lips were turning as red as the flush in her cheeks and the slit was starting to spread open, a clear sign that Jan was excited. We went through the same routine at the second store. But by this time Jan's slit was open about a half inch and clearly wet from the juices coming out of her pussy. Her clit had popped out from under its hood and stood out, begging for attention. I could see her squeezing her legs together as we headed for the third store. The last store was slightly different in that rather than the seats facing the side of the store, they faced out into the mall. I told Jan that she would really make me happy if she could make sure I could see her pussy from my seat in the mall. This, of course, meant that everyone walking by the store while she was there was treated to the sight of my wife's naked, wide-open pussy. She bought the last pair she tried on and we exited the mall. When we got home I asked what had happened in the mall. She was first nervous, but by the end she was a true exhibitionist. She chucked and said that when she initially sat down she felt completely vulnerable. With the skirt up as high as it was she would be on display and unable to control what was happening. As soon as the salesman sat in front of her, his expression told her he realized her condition and the bulge that developed in his pants was clearly visible. She initially tried to ignore the situation, but as she allowed her legs to be opened she began to realize she really was in control and could permit or not permit him to see her. She said she knew that when I had her stand in front of the slanted mirror that everything must be clearly in view and the knowledge she had three horny men lusting after her sent shivers to her pussy. By the time she reached the third store she was enjoying the shocked expression of many of the people who stopped to admire the view she was providing. She finished by saying she was so excited she had seriously considered taking me into the restroom for some fast and furious sex. On the way home she laid the seat back, raised up the front of her skirt and began running her fingers up and down her love canal, applying circular pressure on her clit. She said that I had my fun and that it was now her turn. After she had her orgasm she begged me to continue rubbing her clit because she wanted me in her as soon as we got home. I happily complied. To my way of thinking, the shopping trip had been a complete success. On Wednesday a package arrived from Bob. Jan opened the package. In it was a black mini dress with a front zipper I had spotted at the mall the previous weekend and a pair of black lace panties that had three snaps to hold the front and back together at the crotch. He said he wanted her to save the outfit for another day and went on to say that he wanted us to go to a movie the next Saturday evening. He said he wanted her dressed in a black miniskirt that was at least eight inches above her knees. She was free to wear bra and panties of her choice. If we were agreeable I should email him back and he would give us the location of the movie house and time. Since I had already sent an email to Bob, I knew what would be in this note. I showed it to Jan and asked if she was still willing. She was again a little hesitant, but said that as long as I was with her she would agree. I told her I would send our agreement, but that we would have to go shopping. I also sent an email to John, told him what was going down and invited him to join us. He happily agreed and asked if he could bring a friend with him. I agreed. That evening we went down to the mall to buy Jan a mini that met the stated requirements. Most of the ones Jan selected were too long. Since she is a size 8 I suggested we try in the youth section. There we found a wide selection. I had her try on a few I was interested in. The one I finally settled on was a frilly type that came about 4 inches below her butt. She thought it was a bit too short, but I finally convinced her it was what was required. I also noticed a couple outfits that showed promise and decided to come back later and purchase them without Jan's knowledge. One was a really nice scoop neck black mini dress with a hidden zipper down the back, and a really short gingham outfit that young teens were wearing now. It was designed to ride below the hips with a v cut in the front that looked like it stopped just above the pubic hair line and a matching puffy sleeve halter top that was designed to wear off the shoulders that reminded me of something Daisy Mae would have worn. The note we received back from Bob told us to be at a certain movie theater by 6 pm on Saturday. We were to sit in the third row from the back and in the center of the aisle. I emailed John and told him where we would be. I started Jan drinking in the middle of the afternoon. By the time we were ready to leave for the theater she had downed about a bottle and a half of wine and a couple bourbon and cokes. She wasn't drunk, but she definitely showed the signs that I recognized as "feeling friendly". When we got to the movie theater we found that they were showing an X-Rated film. Jan commented that she had never seen a porno film so this should be a new experience. If only she knew how true this would be. When we entered, the show had already started. While taking our seats I noticed there were about 20 or so guys and one other couple. I saw John and another guy in the next aisle over. As we watched the movie Jan commented she had heard about these kinds of films in college, but had never seen one. I told her to sit back, relax, and watch the show. A few minutes later my cell phone rang. It was Bob. I told Jan who it was and she was to lay back, keep her eyes closed until told other wise and just do what she was told. If she was willing to do that I was to tell him ok. She nodded and I said ok. A few minutes later Bob came over and sat on the other side of Jan. He was a handsome man in a rugged sort of way somewhere in his mid thirties. He told Jan how really nice she looked and how much he looked forward to this evening. The first thing he did was to take a black silk cloth from his jacket and proceeded to blindfold her. He asked her if she was afraid to which she answered yes. He told her to relax and that nothing would happen to her that she did not wish to have happen. He asked her if she understood and did she wish to continue. She said she understood, but although she did not really want to continue, she would. He then told her to relax and open her legs as wide as she could. When she did this, her skirt raised up to expose her white panties. He put his hand on her knee, which caused her to jump. He told her to relax and started making lazy circles with his hand on the inside of her right leg and told me to do the same with her left. Blindfolded, she was hearing the moans of the girl on the screen and feeling two hands on her legs making increasing large circles up the inside of her legs. I could feel the goose bumps our travels were causing and the increased breathing each time we got close to her panties. He asked if what we were doing felt good and did she want us to continue, to which she said yes. Bob finally reached her panties and drew his finger across her slit and asked if that also felt good. She again jumped when his hand made contact with the wet spot that was clearly visible on her panties, but she said it had felt good. My hand running up her slit and across her clit followed this. She started to close her legs to trap our hands at her pussy, but Bob stopped her and had her drape her legs across ours. He asked again if she wanted us to continue and she again said yes. Our hands retreated back down her legs and began all over again. We kept this routine up for about 10 minutes and watched dampness spread across her panties. Jan's breathing began to get ragged and her fluids flowed much more freely. Jan was on a sexual high. Bob put his finger under the elastic at the leg and began rubbing up and down her slit until Jan let out a low moan. I didn't need to feel the wetness of her panties, because by now they were almost transparent from the fluids running out of her. We returned to the leg/pussy routing until Jan began raising up each time we approached her pussy trying to make stronger contact with our fingers. By now her panties had been pushed up into her crack creating completely exposing her swollen red pussy lips. Bob asked Jan if she was still enjoying the sensation and did she want us to continue. She said yes, then added please. He told Jan that if she wanted us to continue that she had to remove her panties to allow us better access to her. Without hesitation, Jan closed her legs, lifted her butt, put her thumbs on either side of her panties and drew them down to her knees. Bob told her to continue until they were off and to hand them to him. When she did, Bob draped them over the back of the seat in front of her like a white flag to signify her surrender. I looked over at John and motioned for him to come join us. John sat on Bob's right and his friend slid into the row of seats in front of Jan. She was told to put her legs over ours and the circles on her inner thighs began again. Only this time when we got to the top of her legs we were directly attacking her wet pussy. We spent a lot of time teasing her by almost touching her, then began running our fingers in and out of her very wet hole. While I began rubbing her clit, Bob began playing with her asshole. He wet his finger with her juices and used the slickness to gain access. He only went in to the first knuckle, but the effect was immediately evident. She reached to push my hand harder against her clit but Bob grabbed her hands and told her to leave then on the arms and not remove them unless told to. She started begging us to touch her harder and started moaning loud enough to catch the attention from some of the other guys nearby. A few guys, having heard Jan were attracted by the sight of the white panties that seemed to glow in the reflection of the light from the screen. It was like moths drawn to a flame. Little by little, we had an audience of four guys in the row in front of us watching what was going on. Bob then told her that he was going to ask one final time if she wanted us to continue and that if she did she was committed to doing whatever she was told, to which she replied, "Ohhh yesss, please doooo!" Bob told her to reach down, unzip her skirt and release the catch on top. She reached to her side, undid the skirt, lifted up, slid her skirt off her and let it drop to the floor. Bob retrieved her skirt and handed it to me. He removed her blindfold and told her to open her eyes so she could see the attention she had drawn. She was shocked to see the guys in front and initially froze up. I whispered to her that I was there and reminded her of her commitment and Bob's promise that nothing was going to happen she didn't want to happen. She nodded. Bob then told her to unbutton and remove her blouse. Her bra soon followed this. She was now sitting completely nude surrounded by seven men in the middle of a movie theater watching a girl on the screen in the throes of an orgasm from the guy buried between her legs. Bob then got down on the floor in front of Jan. He told her he was going to do to her what she was seeing on the screen until she exploded in his mouth. John took Bob's seat. John and I began massaging her breasts and squeezing her nipples while Bob went down on her. The effect his tongue had on Jan was immediate. Her butt rose up off the seat to meet his tongue and she began to moan as her climax began building. Just as she was about to come I leaned over to kiss her and stifle the scream I knew would follow. When he was finished he told John to take his place. When they had switched positions, he told Jan to unzip our pants and take out our cocks. Then as the John began licking Jan's clit she begin jerking us off. She had a hard time keeping up a rhythm on us because of the sensations she was feeling from the tongue lashing she was getting between her legs. When we both shot our loads, we were replaced by two of the other guys in front. She began stroking the other two guys while the John continued to eat her out. She finally came again, then finished off the guys on either side. I asked her if she had had enough or did she want to continue. She said she needed to feel me inside her so I turned her around with her back to the screen and sat her down on my cock that come to life again. The guys that had been left out reached around and played with her breasts while she rocked back and forth on my cock. We came about the same time with explosive orgasms. She fell forward against me while Bob told the guys to get lost. He told Jan she had done a fantastic job and only had a few more weeks to go. He told Jan to get dressed and disappeared. She put her bra and blouse on, but we couldn't find her panties. I believe one of the guys took them as a souvenir. She put her skirt back on and we left the theater with my cum running down her legs. When we got home I fixed Jan a strong drink and told her how proud I was of her performance this evening. She asked if I thought she was a shameless slut and I began reassuring her that nothing could be farther than the truth. I said I was proud to have a wife that was so gorgeous that no one could resist her. And that what she had just done was about the most exciting thing I had ever seen in my life. I asked her how she felt and she said completely drained. That the orgasms she had experienced seemed to come from her inner core and that she had never experienced anything close to that before in her life. We began stroking each other as we talked and gently make love to each other. I knew then I would eventually have the wife I had always dreamed of having. Sunday I surprised Jan with a new thong like bikini I had bought her. She thought it might be a bit skimpy, especially since the string in back disappeared between her butt cheeks, but I told her that I bought it to highlight the fantastic figure she had. She put it on and admitted it did give her a sexy look. She put a cover up on and we headed to the beach. I had packed a picnic lunch and had a cooler full of wine coolers, some of which I had doctored up with vodka before recapping. I knew exactly where I wanted to take her. The spot I had selected was somewhat secluded, but also had a number of people who liked to stroll along the beach. We laid out our towels and began drinking our coolers. I had Jan lay face down and I proceeded rubbing her down with sunscreen. I untied the back of her top and gave her another cooler to drink. The combination of sun and coolers had its effect and Jan fell asleep. She had been asleep about ten minutes before I got her to turn over. While still asleep, I untied the string around her neck and removed her top. I positioned her legs so they were open a couple of feet, then proceeded to pull the top of her suit up until the string in the back exited the top of her pussy. Except for the small section of suit above her pussy, she lay there completely exposed from top to bottom. I got out my camera and began snapping pictures. She lay there for a while when I noticed a couple of college aged guys running up the beach in our directions. As they were passing us, one of the guys pointed out my wife and they stopped. They came over for a closer look. I put my finger to my lips and asked if they enjoyed the view. They took a seat on ether side of my wife while I explained that I was trying to loosen up my wife by putting her in situations she would not normally do by herself. I asked if they would be willing to help me take some pictures while she was sleeping to which they agreed. I took a few pictures with them on either side of my wife as if they were chatting her up. Then one of the guys suggested untying the bows and laying the top of the suit on the sand between her legs. The sight of the suit seemed out of place so we arranged a towel to cover the suit thereby making it look like she had no suit at all. I took a picture of one guy between Jan's legs with his tongue in her exposed pussy. I also got some pictures of the other guy with his cock on Jan's lips while the first guy licked one breast while squeezing the other. I thanked them for their help then got Jan's suit back on her. When she woke up she said she was tired and would like to go home, which we did. While she was napping, I uploaded all my pictures to my computer and sent a copy to Bob. On Monday, Bob sent me an email with a bunch of jpg attachments. The images were of Jan at the movie theater. Bob said he had a friend of his with a high- speed camera that volunteered to take pictures for him. They were fantastic and captured the action perfectly. I thanked him for the photos and together planned the next step in our strategy. On Tuesday, I told Jan to meet me at the mall for a surprise. When we met, I told her that I was so proud of the way she had held up under the strain and had conducted herself over the past few weeks that I wanted to treat her to another piece of jewelry. I told her to pick out any necklace she wanted, just keep it under $1000 dollars. She was so excited she was like a kid in a candy store. It took her about an hour to select the one she wanted. I told the salesperson she would wear it, paid for it, and left for supper. Throughout dinner I told her I could not believe the change I was seeing in her and how pleased I was with the transformation. I told her I didn't know what was going to happen over the next few weeks, but I was there to support her, what ever lay ahead. She said that what had happened over the past weeks had been eye opening, but that if I was ready for the future, so was she. I smiled and asked her what she was wearing under her dress. She laughed and said just panties. I asked her to reach under her dress and give me her panties. She looked around, saw no one paying attention to us, and then proceeded to reach her hand up under her skirt and with a great deal of difficulty remove her panties and hand them to me. I put them to my face, took a deep breath, commented on how fantastic they smelled, and put them in my pocket. This was a major victory for me. Prior to Bob, she would never have done what she just did. I told her I loved her and we went home. On Wednesday I received an email from Bob. I showed it to Jan. She was to wear the black mini dress and black lace panties he had sent earlier and for us to meet him at a named restaurant the next weekend. That Saturday I started the evening with cocktails at the house. I fixed some snacks and a martini for both of us and we sat there and chatted. I told her it was so obvious she had been turned on by the experiences the previous week I was curious how she was thinking about it now. She said it was the lust she saw in the eyes of everyone that really got to her. That they wanted her bad was evident from the bulges in their pants and the thought of the effect she was having on them fueled her emotions. I kissed her fingers and told her I was the luckiest guy in the world to have a girl like her. As the time to get ready arrived, Jan went into the bedroom to get ready. When she came out I couldn't help but give her a wolf whistle. The dress fit her like a glove. It came about three inches below her butt and with her hair in a French twist she was an absolute knock out. The necklace I bought for her completed her outfit. I asked her to show me the panties and she raised the dress to her waist to give me a good look. She was definitely a tasty dish. On the way to the restaurant I began running my hand up her leg and across her panties. I continued playing until she was on the edge of an orgasm then backed off. She wanted me to continue, but I told her anticipation was half the fun. Bob was already at the restaurant when we arrived. He had selected a four person table part ways toward the back. He held the chair out for Jan to sit. What appeared to be a gentlemanly gesture hid the fact that he wanted Jan facing the front of the restaurant. During dinner he was witty and seemed to be charming Jan. She appeared to be relaxing and enjoying his company. With our dinner we had two bottles of wine. Of course, between Bob and me, we kept Jan's glass filled. By the time dinner was over, she had consumed over a bottle. Bob already knew the effect wine had on her and as we started our third bottle, Jan was back in her "feeling friendly" mood. Bob suddenly switched the subject and asked how Jan had enjoyed the movie. She said that surprising enough she had a good time. He asked if she would like to do something like that again and she said yes. Bob said he would give it some thought and see if he could come up with something a bit more interesting. Bob put his hand on Jan's left knee. He asked if she had enjoyed his hand on her leg during the movie. She said not at first, but then yes. He asked if she would like us to do it again. She looked at me and I nodded. He said if she wanted us to start she had to move her knees where we would have easier access, at which time she spread her legs wide open. She forgot about how short her dress was and when she opened her legs her dress rode up to the top of her lap. Anyone who could see under the table would appreciate the picture of black panties against almost alabaster skin. We both started the leg routine we had practiced at the movies. I could tell every time Bob's hand reached her pussy because of her intake of breath. I didn't know exactly how much pressure he was applying to her pussy when he reached it, but I kept mine light enough for her to feel it but not get the pleasure I knew she wanted. Her cheeks got red and her breathing quickened. We slowed down to let her come back off the edge. We also noticed a few tables enjoying the show that was going on. Bob asked Jan if she realized that people could see what we were doing, to which she answered yes. He then asked that knowing that, did she want us to continue. She again said yes. We had a little more wine, and started again. When I reached the top this time I found that the center snap had been undone which allowed us to reach a small part of her pussy lips. A few moments later, Bob had unsnapped the one on his side, which caused her panties to slide over to the side giving an open view of her bare pussy. When I reached the top next time I unsnapped the remaining one and the front of her panties popped up, exposing her entire pussy and shaved pubic area. A sharp intake of breath told me that Bob had found her pussy. Bob had her lift up so he could raise the bottom of her dress to her waist. Bob asked if we should stop and Jan shook her head no. He then told her that if we were to continue she had to remove her panties and give them to him, which she did. We went back to playing with her legs and bare pussy until she was at the edge again, then we stopped. The show she was putting on now was much better than before because her dress was at her waist and she was naked from the waist to her feet and was a fantastic display for anyone looking, and from what I could see, everyone was looking. I told Jan she must have a dozen people looking at her bare pussy, and she just said, "Let them look." We were ready for the next part of the evening. Bob told Jan to lower her dress and we were ready to go. Bob rode in the front seat with us. I didn't know it at the time but his associate had been taking pictures and followed us to the club. By the time we got to the dance club, Jan was feeling in an extremely high state of excitement. All the way there, Bob was playing with her leg and giving her pussy a lot of attention. Every time I thought she was going to cum Bob backed off. We definitely got everyone's attention when we walked in and took our seat in a semi-circular booth a couple tables off the dance floor. I ordered a margarita for Jan and Bob and I ordered a beer. When the band started up, Jan and I went out for a slow dance. When Jan put her hands around my neck, the dress raised up to about an inch above the bottom of her ass cheeks. People who noticed didn't know if she was naked underneath or was simply wearing a thong. When we returned we put Jan in between us, had her open her legs again, and continued our attack on her legs and pussy. Bob asked if she was enjoying herself to which she replied she would be enjoying herself much better if we would quit teasing her and make her cum. Bob told her to be patient and told her to raise the zipper on her dress a couple of inches so he could have easier access to her ass while dancing. She did as she was asked and the next slow dance Bob asked her to dance. As they made their way around the dance floor, I could see that Bob had raised the back of Jan's dress and had his hands on her fully exposed cheeks. By now there was no question. Jan was wearing no panties. Jan was on cloud nine and I would have bet she would do what ever we asked so long as she could get sexual release. They returned to the booth and I noticed that the zipper on Jan's dressed had been raised a few inches. You still couldn't see her pussy, but the opening wasn't too far below. I took Jan out on the floor next and while dancing asked her to raise her zipper another few inches. When I put my hands on her ass, the front had flared out and was open enough to barely show the bottom of her slit. While the fast dances played, we played with Jan. By now she had started begging for release. She said she would do anything we wanted, but Bob told her again to be patient. He told her to raise her zipper another couple of inches. It was Bob's turn to dance with Jan. Her zipper was up enough in the front now that her slit was exposed as she walked. While on the dance floor, Bob had her raise the zipper another few inches. If she had pubic hair it would now be on display. Her entire pussy was exposed. He reached down and began playing with her pussy on the floor, but still would not let her climax. Before returning to the booth, Bob had her raise the zipper to her waist. The sides of the dress were now spread wide enough to show everything from the waist down. Everyone started looking over at our table to see what was going to happen next. Bob helped Jan into the booth. After he was seated he asked if she really meant she would do anything if we would give her an orgasm. Without blinking an eye she said that whatever we wanted she would do, but to please hurry. She was ready for release. Bob then said he was going to fuck her there at the table and if she had any problems with that she had better speak up now. Without even looking my way she said she had no problems. He released his cock from his pants and pulled Jan's head into his lap. Meanwhile I had raised her dress so it was completely around her waist and told her to unzip the dress further to give me access to her tits. When he was ready, Bob put Jan on his lap and inserted his cock into her sopping pussy. He told her if she wanted to cum she had better start moving up and down his cock. It didn't take Jan 30 seconds before she went into an orgasm that seemed to last minutes. When Bob had come we shifted her to my lap so I could get off. Jan never questioned the fact she had just been fucked in a public place by someone other than myself but rather lost herself in the lust of the moment. When Bob got up to hit the head, I could see other guys approach him to see if they could join the party, but he politely refused with a promise of maybe another time. Jan continued to ride my cock until we both came, after which we proceeded to clean Jan up, then began the leg/pussy routine all over again. When Jan was sufficiently excited, Bob pulled her zipper down and said it was time to leave. We exited the club and when we got to the car Bob turned Jan toward him and unzipped Jan's dress from bottom to top. He slid the dress off her so she was standing naked in the parking lot. He then bent her over and entered her from the rear while telling her to take me in her mouth and bring me off. He said if she didn't do so in the next three minutes we would take her naked into the club and offer her to the highest bidder. She met the time limit. Fully sated, we put Jan into the front seat with her clothes in the back. Bob said she had been fantastic and only had a few more things to do. Before we drove off, Bob told Jan that for the next four weeks she was to only wear skirts or dresses and was not allowed to wear panties, bra or hose. He would have people watching her and when he called her on her cell phone, if she was standing up she was to lift her hem to her waist to show she was naked. If she was sitting, she would lift her skirt and spread her knees. She would also wear loose fitting blouses that would balloon open whenever she bent over allowing her breasts to be seen. He said he also had something he wanted her to do the next day, but that he would call in the morning with instructions. I drove home and helped Jan into bed where she slept soundly until the next morning. Everything that had happened in the club had been captured on film. The next morning, after she had a couple bloodymarys, Jan said that if anyone had told her a month ago she would be doing what she had done the night before she would have thought them crazy. I told her I was going to stop Bob from fucking her, but she was so into what was happening to her I wanted to let her continue with what appeared to be a fantastic experience for her. I emphasized that everything that was done the night before was to make her feel special. I further told her I loved her more now than I had ever in the past. About an hour later Bob called with instructions. We left the house about noon and headed for a bike path that crossed over the beltway. Jan was again dressed in her button-down sundress. We pulled in to a small park that was adjacent to the highway. Jan was concerned that what she was about to do could get her arrested, but I assured her that if she was seen we would be able to get away before any police car could arrive. Based on the instructions Bob gave her, I took my camera and walked across the pedestrian bridge until I reached the other side of the six lane highway. When I was in position I waved to Jan and began taking pictures as soon as she exited the car. After looking around and seeing no one in sight, she faced me and began unbuttoning her dress until it was completely open. She then removed it and put it back into the car. She looked around again, and then began walking across the bridge toward me until she was directly over the center lane of the outer beltway. She moved to the fence facing the oncoming traffic and stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. After I shouted to her she began waving to the oncoming cars then made her way to the inner loop where she repeated waving at the oncoming traffic. As she started back toward the car, two bicyclists came around the bend heading for the bridge. They stopped at the entrance of the bridge when they saw her. Jan initially tried covering herself up, but soon realized how ridiculous she was, dropped her arms, smiled and made her way back to the car, with me snapping pictures the entire way. On the way home Jan make a joke about the shocked expression on the riders faces when they realized she was naked and we laughed about it all the way home. Jan had slipped her dress back on, but hadn't bother buttoning it up. Over the next week Bob was true to his word. On Monday he sent me a complete set of pictures from the club. Over the next week he took every opportunity to expose Jan in as many different places as he could. He caught her at the grocery store, at the fountain in the center of town, walking down the street, on the bus, the metro, and once even in church (fortunately she was sitting down). I must have received at least 30 pictures of Jan with her skirt above her waist or her legs spread wide open. In each shot her pussy was clearly visible. Jan seemed to accept the fact that being naked in public was no big thing. We were entering our sixth week when another package arrived for Jan. In this one was the gingham outfit I had picked out weeks before. The note with it said that since she enjoyed the movies so much she should plan on Friday night for seeing another. The package also included a nearly transparent pair of panties. A bra would not be required. The movie theater selected was in the suburbs and was another X-rated film. Jan was to wear her hair in pigtails, no makeup, chewing gum, and her pussy should be completely clean of any pubic hair. This time we could go in to the theater together, but once inside I was to hang back until Jan was seated in the first row. She would see Bob in the second row and she was to sit directly in front of him. I would sit a couple rows behind her. The movie would have started about 15 minutes before we were scheduled to arrive. Our plan was to make Jan look like a single, barely legal teenager looking for excitement. We picked 7 pm as the ideal time for her arrival. Jan tried on the outfit. I couldn't believe how sexy she looked in it. There couldn't have been a foot of material from when the v shape dropped down in the front and the skirt ended. The back of the skirt barely covered her butt. The top just begged for someone to slip their hands down the front to feel her breasts. I had thought about having her navel pierced, but then changed my mind. I came home on Friday to help Jan get ready. I asked her if she was ready for the evening. She nodded, but was a little nervous about having to go down the aisle alone. I told her not to worry. I would be watching her progress from the other aisle and would only be three rows behind her. I asked if she wanted a drink. At first she said no, and then changed her mind. So I opened a bottle of wine I had purchased that day. Before leaving she had downed the entire liter bottle. She was back in her "feeling friendly" mood. On the way to the movies I reached between her legs and found her panties were already wet. I didn't have to put my hand up her skirt because it was so short that when she sat down her panties were exposed. I told her I didn't know what Bob had in mind but to just relax and go with the flow. She hugged my arm and said ok. I forgot how young Jan looked but when she was asked for her ID to get in the movie I was quickly reminded. I gave her a quick kiss and waited until she started down the left aisle to enter the theater on the right. There were a few more people in the theater this time ranging from about the fourth row on up to the back. Everyone's head turned as they watched Jan walk down the aisle and take up a position in the front. I could see Bob's head and watched as Jan sat in the seat directly in front of him. A short bit later I was two seats behind Bob and slightly to the right. At first nothing seemed to be happening, but then I saw Bob lean forward and Jan nod her head. She slumped down in her seat and leaned her head back against the seat. I then saw her raise her arm and drop her hand into her blouse. I wanted to get a better view so I moved from my position to a position that was four seats to the right of her in the front row. Some others took this as a signal that they should be moving closer to the front. Meanwhile, Jan is watching the movie and playing with her nipples. A few guys moved into the row that Bob was in and a couple more moved into the front row to the left of Jan and me. She doesn't seem to notice the activity around her as she concentrated on playing with her nipples. Bob leaned forward and I see Jan move her hands to her panties and she begins rubbing up and down, More guys are moving to the front of the theater as the sounds she is making matches those coming off the screen. Bob leans forward and Jan stands up. She moves away from the seats until her back is against the stage. This was my cue to move to the seat in front of Bob. Jan begins to do a slow sensuous dance. The light from the screen makes her completely visible to everyone in the theater. Soon the first two rows are full of guys watching Jan dance. She slides her hands up under her top and starts to pinch her nipples. Her eyes are closed and the expression on her face shouts pure lust. The girl in the movies is being fucked from both ends and her moans and the moans from Jan began overlapping. She slips her arms out of the sleeves and slowly drops the top of her blouse below her breasts and pulls it down to her waist. She now attacks her breasts with a vengeance. Her shifting hips give occasional views of her pussy slit through the panties she is wearing. She turns with her back to the audience and continues pulling her top over her skirt and down her legs, bending forward so her ass is in full view as she steps out of her top. She turns and begins running her hands over her panties until she lifts up the front of the skirt and places her hand into her panties. You can see her fingers in her slit as she brings herself closer to climax. She removes her hand only to start removal of her panties. She leans forward and drops them to her knees, then points to one of the guys in the front to come forward and take her panties down. With her panties off the guy tries to put his face in her snatch but she pushes him away and leaves him sitting there to watch the rest of the show. She is now playing with her breasts and clit until Bob tells her to lose the skirt. She reaches behind her, slowly unzips the skirt and it drops like a rock to the floor. She turns, spreads her legs and bends over, providing a tantalizing view to everyone there. She then waves me to her. While standing there she undoes my pants and drops them around my ankles. Jan drops to her knees and takes me in her mouth. I am really getting off on this. She feels my orgasm building. She stops and pushes me down on my back. She drops down on my chest and buries her totally wet pussy in my face. She is near her orgasm when she moves down and impales herself on my erect staff. She points to Bob and brings him down in front of her, unzips his pants, puts her hand around the base of his cock and takes him in her mouth. She continues riding my cock and bobbing her head back and forth on Bob's cock until we both unload. Bob is so turned on he pumps so much cum in her mouth that it is running out the sides of her mouth and running down her chin. When she comes I think that people in the street heard her. It was a first class performance for an audience of total strangers. Bob told everyone the show was over and Jan began to dress. We helped Jan back on with her skirt and top and let her cool down. She had not retrieved her panties so as she stood there the cum ran down her legs. I picked up her panties and put them in my pocket. As we made our way up the aisle Bob asked if she had enjoyed herself. She said much more than the last time. It was still early so he asked if we would like to hit a couple more spots. We agreed and left the theater. The first stop was to an adult store that sold books and various toys. We wandered around the store. Bob asked if she saw anything that caught her interest. She was non-committal so Bob picked up a dildo and vibrator he thought she might enjoy. It was about 10:30 when we got to this place that was really jumping. Again, Jan got carded before they would let her in. The wine she had drunk earlier had worn off. While we were standing at the bar waiting for a drink, I casually reached under her skirt and began playing with her bare pussy again. She purred and leaned into my hand as I inserted a finger. Bob saw what I was doing and said there would be plenty of time for that as soon as he found us a table. A four-person table way in the back finally came open and we were seated. Jan had drunk a margarita while standing at the bar so we ordered her another one to go with it. All of the music being played was kind of fast so we decided to just sit and drink. Bob put his hand on Jan's leg and without thinking she swung her knee over to him. Taking Bob's lead I reached under the table for Jan and soon had her knee up against me. We then began teasing Jan. Initially, the closest we came to touching her pussy was her pussy lips. We avoided her clit and her soon wide-open slit. Our hands went up over the top of her slit and once in a while just quickly touched her clit. After about 20 minutes of this Jan was begging us to quit teasing and to put our fingers into her. I ran my hand up and down her slit once then pulled away. Bob did the same. She was dripping wet. Bob then reached into his pocket and withdrew the vibrator he had just purchased. With all the noise around us, the sound of the vibrator when he turned it on was not noticed. He eased it up and inserted it into her pussy and closed her legs around it. She came instantly. He kept it in there and soon she was having a second one. He removed it and asked her how she liked it. She said it was fantastic so Bob gave it to her for future use. Jan was on her third drink when the announcer said it was time for the amateur strip tease show. I handed Jan her panties and told her to put them on. We were going to enter her into the contest and we expected her to win. The winner was usually a girl who completely stripped and put on a show for everyone. Bob told her what he wanted her to do and took her to the front table to sign her up. She again had to show her ID. Jan was the third contestant. The first girl had gotten up, did a little bump and grind, stripped to her bra and panties then quit. The second girl was more inventive and finally completely stripped before getting off stage. Jan was the hit of the show. First, she looked too young to be there. Second, although her dance routine was nothing to shake a stick at, the crowd went wild when they saw her shaved pussy. They started throwing money on the stage when she reached down and started masturbating. She ended the show by humping the pole in the center of the stage until she had another orgasm. The fourth girl said she couldn't top that and didn't perform. For her efforts, Jan won $300 and another 50 plus dollars from what was thrown on the stage. After that we decided to call it a night. By now Bob was becoming a regular part of our sex life. Jan was still not to wear any panties and for the next weekend he had a real neat idea that would not involve sex. By Monday I got a copy of the pictures taken Friday Night. I wanted to show them to Jan, but decided to wait for another time. Up to now she was not aware she was being photographed. I didn't want to spoil it now. At dinner Tuesday Jan and I had a very serious discussion. She was back at the point that she was concerned I was thinking less of her because of her activities. I stressed the fact that if anything I was more in love with her now than anytime in our relationship. She was surprised when I told her that the girl I was really disappointed in was the stuck up, catholic prude I had married. I explained that I knew she was shy and naïve about sex when we got married, but I thought she would grow out of it. I explained that what I now had was a sexually exciting woman who occupied my thoughts every hour. I now see a girl who is beginning to achieve a sexual freedom enjoyed by most males. I told her how excited I got when I saw the effect she had on other men, knowing that they could only dream of having her unless I said otherwise, but I had the real deal. The smile on her face was radiant. I finished by saying that sex was supposed to be fun, something she seemed to be having over the past few weeks. I asked her how her dress- lifting episodes were going. She explained how the first couple of days turned her face crimson because she usually got the call when she was around a lot of men. But soon she started to get amused by the shocked expressions she would see and the embarrassment wore off. I asked her if she would like to have fun with me tomorrow. I told her about this story I had read on the internet about a girl and her boyfriend on a train. I asked her to come up to my office around noon and we would go shopping for a couple of outfits I would like for her to have and to take a ride on the metro with me. I wouldn't tell her what I had in mind, just that I thought she was now in a frame of mind where she might get a kick out of it. She said that if that was what I wanted she would be there. I was going to tell her to shave all the hair off her pussy, but by now it had become a daily shower routing. The next day, promptly at 11, Jan showed up at my office. We went to a mall a couple stops away on the metro. We went from store to store until we found what I wanted at The Gap. I was amused about the store's name as it was so appropriate for what I wanted to do – show Jan's gap. For today's adventure I selected a mid- thigh pleated school girl skirt with a very loose fitting v-neck button down blouse. It was the type of blouse that when bent over gave a totally unrestricted view of a girl's breasts all the way down to her waist. While we were there I also selected a straight-lined micro-mini dress that zippered down the back. I told her to try on the skirt and blouse outfit, no bra or panties. It was perfect. A pair of dark glasses completed the outfit. I then explained my plan to her. Since we were way before the rush hour the trains only had a few riders and by selecting the last car we would generally find the target I would be looking for. The idea was that she would take the last seat at the back of the train, kick off her heels and turn sideways in her seat with her knees drawn up and skirt tucked in under her. It was just the pose that would attract attention without giving anything away. With her sunglasses on she would lean her head back against the window. And when I gave her the sign she would let her head tilt as if asleep and let the rocking of the train slowly dislodge one leg so it fell to the floor in front of her. Given the shortness of the skirt and the bent position of her knee, her entire pelvic area would become exposed when her leg dropped. I would take it from there. She just had to remain "asleep". She thought the idea delicious and could hardly wait to put it into action. She kept the skirt and blouse set on and we went back to my office to drop off her packages. The next stop – the metro. We caught the blue line that would give us about a 45- minute ride to the other part of the city. We boarded the last car and Jan took the last seat in the back. I took the seat in front of her. She got in position and the train moved out. It only took a couple stops for a person to board that took the seat directly across from Jan. He looked to be in his fifties. He looked over at Jan for a few seconds then began reading his paper. I was hoping he would be on the train for a few stops and I cleared my throat, which was the signal for Jan to fall asleep. I had turned in my seat with my arm over the back admiring the cut of Jan's exposed legs. The guy across tried not to notice, but I could see him stealing glances from time to time. Jan did even better than I expected. On one particular curve, she let her outer knee swing over until it made contact with the back of my seat. This caused an exposure much greater than I expected with her leg on the floor. I loudly inhaled which caused the guy to look over. He had a much better view than I and he was completely mesmerized. I changed my seat to be in front of him so I could enjoy the better view. I commented to him about how tasty the girl looked. He dropped the paper in his lap to hide the erection that had popped up. I suggested we wake her up, but he said why ruin a good thing. I commented on the fact that she really looked out of it. I shifted back to my original seat and quietly tried to awaken her by calling, "Miss!" Of course, she didn't respond. I then told the guy I wondered just how out of it she was, so I reached over the seat and put my hand on her knee. No response. I lifted the hem of her skirt so the whole thing dropped around her waist. Again, no response. I then reached for the top button of her blouse and loosened it. The other guy was initially opposed to this, but quieted down when I loosened the second, then third. The train eased into the next station, but no one got on. I took the opportunity when the train started out to loosen the button on the skirt and pull the front of the blouse out from the skirt. I then finished loosening the buttons and spread the blouse wide open. Jan was now complete exposed and I could see her pussy opening and the moisture began to show. I touched her breast and Jan let out a moan. The guy was petrified she would wake up and begin yelling rape, but when nothing happened he quieted down. I then reached down and put my hand over her cunt and gently pressed my middle finger into the opening that was spreading wider. Jan responded with another moan and moved her hand to cover mine. She squeezed her knees together then released them. This time her leg dropped to the floor. I gently removed my hand from under hers and pulled the skirt back up to her waist. I then placed my hand over Jan's and started moving her hand back and forth. The other hand I put on her breast. I then suggested we move up to the center of the train and watch from there. I offered the opinion that she would wake up in that condition and think she had done it herself. We of course could always testify to that affect if ever questioned. As we left I whispered she was free to get herself off, wake up when her orgasm began, then realize where she was and begin a rapid recovery. It happened just that way and when she sat up she looked at us in a coy way. We both smiled. The guy got off a few stops later and I went back to sit with Jan. She commented on how much fun she had and said it was a shame we didn't have pictures to remember it by. I told her that was a great idea and that maybe another time we could recreate it on film. We reached the end of the line and started back. We pulled it off one more time on the way back. When we got back to my office, Jan said she was still excited and locked my door. Disregarding the fact that the next office building was less than 100 feet away and that my blinds were open, Jan stood in the window and got undressed. She pushed me in my chair and eased herself down on my cock with her back to me, but facing the window. The fact that no less than five offices noticed her activities spurred her on. When she finished she got dressed and said she would see me for dinner. Bob called on Thursday and said we were on for the next night. He explained that a friend of his owned a bar and had come up with a unique idea for generating business. He called it naked waitress night. The idea was he had a couple girls come in on Friday nights, get naked, and would draw and serve beers to their customers. Their customers were not supposed to manhandle the girls, but the older ones seemed to get a grope or two in during the evening. He thought this would be a good experience for Jan, besides it paid $50 an hour plus tips. I decided not to tell Jan about the plan until we got to the bar. When we did arrive at the bar, she saw the naked waitress announcement and asked what that was all about. I then proceeded to explain her role for the remainder of the evening. The place was packed and the cheers went up when Jan stripped next to the bar. The owner showed her how to draw a beer and said she was to take orders and deliver them to the tables in the bar. She was free to be as friendly as she would like, but that sex in the bar was not an option. He said the friendlier she got, the bigger the tips. Well for the next four hours, Jan and the other girl working with her were kept hopping. Jan seemed to be the favorite because she did not object when the guys touched her breasts or ran their hands between their legs. Once in a while she was invited to sit on someone's lap that seemed to turn the both of them on. By 11 pm Jan was visibly tired and I decided to call it quits. I had taken many, many pictures during the evening to add to my growing collection. Everyone wanted her to stay, but we declined, collected our stuff and departed. Jan counted up the money she had and was amazed by the amount. She had received $200 for the four hours she had worked, but had over $800 in tips. The bills she received ranged from ones to fifties. She was so pleased with herself she couldn't stop grinning the entire way home. I told her I was so turned on by what she had done to the guys at the bar that I had to have her right there. We stopped at an overlook. Jan got out of the car, laid back over the hood of the car, put her feet up on my shoulders and we satisfied our desires. I told Jan to wait right there and went into the back seat to get my camera. I took pictures of Jan laid back with her skirt up and my cum running out onto the car. I then had her do a strip for me, finally standing by the side of the road waving at cars as they went by. Laughing, we got in the car and went home before someone decided to call the police. Bob called early the next morning and talked to Jan. He told her we were to meet him at a nearby metro stop. We were going to tour the city and all she needed to wear was her spring coat and sandals. He had already told me to make sure I had an empty memory card because I was going to get many photo ops. On the train into the Capital he positioned her in the seat at the entrance facing into the car. We sat in the seats opposite. Every time one of us opened our legs, she was to do the same and leave them open until we closed ours. We gave her a book to read so it wouldn't be too obvious she was doing it deliberately. At least a hundred people got to look up her coat. It wasn't obvious she had nothing on under the coat, but it was obvious she was not wearing any panties. I took a number of photos and I noticed others in the train taking photos as well. I expect we will see some of those end up on the internet one of these days. Once downtown, we hit all the tourist spots. I ended up with over two hundred shots of Jan at places like the Lincoln Memorial, in front of the White House, the Washington Memorial, inside the Smithsonian and Hershorn Art Gallery. The shots I liked the best were the ones Bob took of us fucking on the mall with the Capital Building in the background. Before leaving us, Bob said we had one week left and he had an idea he thought would really be fun. I knew what was planned, but Jan was left in the dark to guess what would be in store for her. We didn't have sex all week. Jan's sex drive had kicked into overdrive and she had wanted it three to four times a week. However, I wanted her to be really horny by the time the weekend arrived. Bob called on Thursday and said we were to meet him at 5pm at the same restaurant in the mall where Jan had first been required to show herself. He said he wanted her in something really sexy and really short. I remembered the micro-mini I had purchased for her that zipped down the back and said I was sure it would fit the bill. Jan commented that wearing that dress was like wearing no skirt at all since it only came to the bottom of her ass cheeks and might have been slightly below her pussy. I laughed and said given everything she had been required to do over the past eight weeks I was sure she would do fine. I said I wanted to be there about an hour early and suggested she stop in the store for another pair of shoes. This time, when she sat down the dress had no chance of staying down and her pussy was on display the entire time she was being fitted. As we made our way around the mall, everyone's eyes were on her. Our trips up and down the escalators created quite a stir. As the time to go to the restaurant approached, I began running my hand up and down Jan's back as we walked, occasionally running my hands across her butt. Each time I ran my hand over her butt I would ease the zipper up a notch. By the time we got to the restaurant, a small portion of her butt crack was on display. Bob had selected stools in the same general area we were before only this time when Jan sat down the zipper inched up again and people behind us could see a small portion of Jan's exposed butt. We ordered wine and a sandwich. While sitting there we each took a leg and began the routine Jan had become so familiar with. We knew that it wouldn't be too long and she would be begging for relief. Our efforts did not go unnoticed by people below us. At one table was a group of college-aged boys who obviously was enjoying the show we were putting on. Randomly, Bob and I would travel the distance between her inner knee to her pussy, making sure we covered her slit from bottom to top, each time giving her clit a little tap. Jan said we had better stop or she was going to jump our bones right there in the restaurant. We decided she was ready for the next part of the evening. Without bothering to zip down her dress, we made our way out the mall. By the time we reached the car, we had opened her dress to the middle of her back, leaving her exposed from above the waist on down. At the car, I took out a blindfold and put it over her eyes. I then unzipped the dress the rest of the way and took it off her. I put her in the front seat of the car and laid the seat back. Bob got in the back behind my seat. We drove around the beltway for a while with me playing with her legs and pussy and Bob reaching over from the back to tease her nipples until they stood out. He then told Jan she was going to feel a pinching sensation, but that it would soon subside. He then attached nipple clamps on each breast with a small chain that went between them. She initially cried out in pain, but soon came to accept the pressure they were applying. Without Jan knowing it, we arrived at our house. It was just starting to get dark as we took Jan out of the front seat and guided her in the front door and into the downstairs guest room. We laid her on one of the twin beds and had her stretch out her arms. Bob and I, using sections of nylon rope I had prepared and tied her hands to corners of the headboard. We said we were going to play a game called, "I wonder who's eating her now?" We slipped off her heels, draped her feet off the sides of the bed and secured her ankles to the sideboards. She was now bound and helpless. We removed the nipple clamps and heard Jan's moan as the blood made its way back into her swollen nipples. As Jan explained it later, she was shocked when she felt a mouth on each breast and suddenly one on each leg. When she asked what was going on, I told her I had invited a couple of neighbors and friends in to make the game more interesting, but she would never know who they were. They were sworn to secrecy. If they broke their word, I would let their wife know what they had done and show them the video I was making of this. She then felt the bed shift and a fifth mouth start licking at her pussy. I explained that each of us had picked a number from one to five. We would each take turns by number eating her pussy and after each of us had a turn, one of us would return and continue her oral stimulation. I asked her if she wanted to play and she agreed. I then told her that at each rotation we would mix up the order. Only when she got the number right would she be allowed to have an orgasm. We each took turns according to our number, lapping away at her hole up to her clit. Each of us was to take her to the edge of orgasm, but stop when I signaled them. We wanted this game to stretch out and prolong her pleasure/agony as long as possible. By the time the fifth one was done, Jan was begging someone to please finish the job. I told her that would be a possibility, but first she had to get the number right. Number three returned and Jan was asked to guess. She guessed wrong. We rotated and began again, only this time, while someone was at her cunt, two of us were sucking on her nipples. We went through the entire rotation and she again failed to get it right. We stood back and watched as she squirmed on the bed trying to somehow get pressure against her swollen cunt. On the fourth rotation she guessed the right number and he was allowed to bring her to the first of what we planned to be many orgasms that night. While all this was going on, Bob and I were busy snapping pictures, being careful to keep the heads of the other three out of the picture. We got through two more rotations before she guessed right again. Jan was in a frenzy by this time, squirming and thrusting her pelvic, but finding no one there. I said that for a reward for guessing this time she could be pleased orally or by being fucked. She asked for someone to please fuck her. She needed to feel someone inside. The individual climbed up on the bed and slowly inserted his cock into her pussy. He slowly withdrew then rammed his cock deep inside her. I told him to stay still and told Jan that if she wanted relief she would have to do the work. She asked to have her feet untied, which we did. She wrapped them around the guy buried inside her and began humping up and down until he came. Unfortunately he came too quickly and Jan was left hanging. Rather than tie her legs back up, we held them open while we cleaned her up and went through another rotation. It took two more rotations before she guessed again and this time she came before her rider did. Jan didn't know it, but each time she guessed the number, we removed the winner out of the rotation and one of us took his turn. This game went on for a couple of hours until each person had a turn with Jan. By that time she was completely wrung out emotionally so we brought the game to an end. After everyone had gone, I untied her arms and removed the blindfold. She immediately wanted to know who the other three guys were, but I told her I had given my word that I would not reveal their identity. I knew this would leave her always wondering if one of the people we were with socially was one of the guys that night at the house. I asked how she felt. Her reply was that she didn't know if she would ever come off the high she was presently on. She said to make sure I thanked Bob for a great evening. I told her not to worry; we had many more adventures in store for her into the foreseeable future. We spent the next couple months in what we termed as show and shock. We took every opportunity to show Jan off. Her wardrobe now consisted of skirts and dresses of almost every length made. One skirt I particularly liked came about two inches below her pussy with laced slits that went to her waist. We bought a variety of blouses that ranged from gauzy transparent to very loose scoop neck. We also went for some midriff tops that came to just under her breasts. These especially came in handy for when we would stand on the metro during rush hours holding on to the overhead support bars. Guys wouldn't offer their seats because from a seated position they had an excellent view of the lower half of her tits. One particular metro trip stands out. Jan was coming into the office with me to help me catch up on a lot of filing I had not been able to get to. Since she was coming into the office she dressed more conservatively, that is a dress that was slightly lower than mid-thigh. As is usual during rush hour we were packed in like sardines. Jan and I were pushed up against each other in the center aisle with our legs apart, holding onto the overhead rail. About halfway to work she leans over to me and whispers that someone put his hand on her leg. I casually looked over her shoulder and saw her butt was directly in front of a guy who appeared to be in his mid-forties. I whispered back that the next time it happened she should lean back a little and open her legs a bit further. A few minutes later I watched as Jan executed my instructions. She whispered that the hand had returned and was still on her inner leg. I told her to pretend not to notice and see what happens. In a low moan she whispered that the hand was making larger and larger circles on her inner thigh and that if he continued the guy would soon learn that she was naked underneath. A sharp intake of breath and the color coming into Jan's face said it all. She started swaying a bit more than the train was moving and whispered that his hand had found her pussy and was rubbing up and down her slit. I told her to try opening her legs wider without being too obvious and maybe he would take that as in invitation to take it further. Since the leg room was limited, she squatted down a bit, leaning up against the guy playing with her pussy. Her eyes suddenly closed and she said he had inserted his thumb into her and that his index finger was rubbing back and forth against her clit. Jan suddenly closed her legs and trapped the hand inside her. She then reached down between us, pressing the guy's hand tighter against her clit. A few minutes like this was all it took for Jan to reach her orgasm, at which time she released the hand. She then turned around and bent down to the guy who had just pleasured her. When she turned back I asked what she had said. Her response was that she told him, "Thank you, I needed that." We had one interesting incident at an out of town restaurant. While sitting there playing with Jan's exposed pussy we noticed that the attention of the couple across from us never strayed, even when we looked directly back at them. The guy leans over to the girl with him, says something to her, and she gets up to go to the restroom. When she returns, she sits with her dress hiked up her thighs and proceeds to spread her legs as wide as Jan had hers. The guy then does to his girl what I am doing to Jan. When my hand was on her leg, so was his. When I inserted a finger in her pussy, he did the same to his girl. It became a contest to see who could cause their girl to climax first. Prior to leaving, they stopped by our table and introduced themselves. They thanked us for an entertaining meal and gave me his card if we would like to get together sometime. We thanked him and said we would think it over. We started going to a local gym to tone up. I bought her this outfit that consisted of loose fitting boxer- type bottoms with matching tank top. When she sat at the equipment her pussy was clearly visibly through the leg openings and her breasts were visible through the sleeveless top. I bought a variety of bathing suits. In each one of them I removed the inner lining. I really liked the white bikini. It fit her like a second skin and perfectly molded itself to her pussy, to include a small crease into her slit that looked like a camel's toe. When she came out of the water the suit looked like those wet T-shirt contestants. It didn't take much imagination to enjoy Jan's assets, but for some reason I was still not able to get her to strip at the beach. I had read a story about a type of bathing suit called a wicked weasel. At first I thought this was something someone had made up, but a quick search of the Internet gave me an address at wickedweasel.com, which proved they existed. Without mentioning it to Jan I bought a couple of the Lycra shiny models. I wanted to buy the sheer but it was so obvious I didn't think she would go for it. I had a lot of styles to choose from but went with a more traditional style bikini but with a t-bar back. When they arrived I checked them out. When dry they looked like a regular suit, but when wet, they were completely see through. We were planning an end of summer visit to South Carolina and I was beginning to plan how to use them. One other thing I bought was a remote control butterfly vibrator. It was designed to rest directly on the clit and had straps that kept it in place. I liked to have her wear it when we went out to dinner with friends or business acquaintances and took pleasure in watching her try to act normally as her clit was receiving strong stimulation. At the office I told one of the guys who had played the guess who's eating me now game what I had been doing. I told him she would be wearing it at an upcoming office get together and agreed to let him use it for a while. Jan knew I liked to turn it on in settings she had to control her facial expressions, but she was totally taken by surprise when it went off while eating. It was like she had touched an electrical wire and a grunt escaped her lips before she could catch herself. She was perplexed when she saw my hands on the table. After she settled down I whispered that I decided to let someone else drive for a while. He must have spent the entire evening with it on. Jan's color ran red all evening and she was constantly telling people she felt fine. The batteries were dead when I got the remote back and Jan attacked me as soon as we got into the parking lot. She simply undid my pants, raised the front of her dress and jammed me into her. It was a simple case of slam-bam thank you ma'am. She rode up and down on me for all she was worth until her orgasm hit her. After getting in the car, she said she enjoyed the evening, but would prefer for me to keep the remote from now on. As the end of August came on us, we finalized our plans for the beach. I had shown Jan the bikinis I bought for her and she liked them. She thought they were showy, but not totally obscene. For some reason, she still had hang-ups with nudity at the beach. We started out on a Friday morning. We didn't want to be on road all day and would find a motel in the middle of the afternoon and enjoy some pool time. I asked Jan if she was going to wear the sundress she had worn on two other occasions. She said she had another she liked better. It was shorter and had thin straps rather than the sleeves. I told her I was looking forward to the road trip. I had the CB on and we were both listening to the traffic on the channel 19. Jan had laid her seat back a bit and had put her feet up on the dashboard. Her legs were open, but the dress came down enough that she was covered. As we went by on trucker, he blew his horn and commented on the radio on what a foxy redhead he had seen just pass. Jan put her hand out the window and gave him a thumbs up. The trucker then tried hailing us when he saw my CB antenna. I asked Jan if she would like to answer. She was not sure how to go about it, but quickly got the hang of it after a couple of tries. The guy asked what her handle was and we quickly selected "lucky lady" as her new handle. They chatted a few minutes and soon others were joining in. The trucker she was first talking to commented on what a sweet set of legs she had and did they look that good all the way up. She turned to me, told me to slow down, and invited the trucker to pass. She said she would let him judge for himself and give her a rating from 1 to 10. He gave us a big 10-4 and sped on by us. Jan then laid the seat all the way back, pulled her dress up to her waist, dropped her feet to the floor and told him we were coming up on his left. When we got to his side we matched his speed so he could get a good look. He said she was definitely on the upper end of the scale but it was hard to tell with her legs together like that. Jan chuckled, put her feet back up on the dashboard with one knee against the door and the other against the center console. He said that on a scale of 1 to 10, she was definitely a 20. He asked if the rest of her looked as good as what he could see, which prompted Jan to remove the dress and asked what he thought. You could hear the hoarseness in his throat as he commented that she had the nicest body he had seen in a very long time. She thanked him and we continued on our way. Of course, everyone else she had been talking to wanted to know where we were located, and those that were ahead of us said they could hardly wait for us to pass them. Jan got a nice start on her overall tan that day. At around 2:30 we pulled off the road and found a nice hotel with a room facing the pool. We had a little lunch and I suggested a swim. Jan decided to try on the yellow suit I had bought for her and I could hardly wait. On the way out to the pool I picked up the ice chest with the wine coolers. It had been a hot drive and Jan had already had a few in the car. At poolside she continued to drink. She seemed to like the berry flavored ones and sometimes forget she was drinking alcohol. We sat and chatted for a little bit then she covered her front with oil and laid on her stomach to tan her back. I untied the straps of the top and applied lotion to her back, buns and legs, making sure to stop every once in a while to reach up between her legs to stroke her pussy. Because the back was a thong type with T-bar triangle at the back she was able to get a lot of her body exposed to the sun. One of the accessories she took with her while lying out was her spray bottle that she filled with water to cool her off from time to time. I told her to just relax and when she wanted to be cooled off to just let me know and I would squirt. She thanked me for being so sweet. I noticed the hot tub off the side of the pool and thought we might take advantage of it later this evening. The hotel we had selected was hosting some type of special event and the place was filled. There were about 8 to 10 people out at the pool and they kept looking over at my wife who looked to be lying there practically naked. Then the time came I was waiting for and Jan asked me to cool her off. I sprayed her back and suggested she turn over to avoid getting too much sun the first day, which she did after securing her top. She downed another wine cooler and laid back. I handed her the eyecups she normally wore when she was sunning on her back and proceeded to wet her down with her spray bottle being sure to give a lot of attention to her suit. The result was more than I could have hoped for. Right before my eyes the suit went from opaque yellow to bare skin transparent yellow. Nothing was hidden from view. Her nipples and slit were as visible as if she was lying there without a suit. That started a regular train of guys walking by our chairs. I reached into my beach bag and removed my camera to get some shots of her in her present condition making sure to capture the expressions of many of her admirers. When the suit dried it want back to normal so I made sure I kept her wet down as much as possible. Jan asked if she was getting red and I said she could probably give it another 10 minutes then we should go in. I was hoping the suit would be dry enough by then to hide what I had done. After it had gone back to normal I suggested we get ready for dinner and we did. We found a little Mexican cantina near the hotel. Jan started in on margarita while we nibbled on the corn chips that were provided. Jan was in a good mood and we had a good time just chatting. With dinner I ordered a bottle of Mexican wine, which turned out to be fairly good. By the end of dinner Jan had slipped past her feeling friendly mood and was beginning to slur her words. I remembered the hot tub and thought I might be able to have some fun when we got back to the hotel. Prior to leaving I ordered Jan another margarita and asked for a double shot of tequila. We finished our drink and headed out to the car. Jan wasn't too steady on her feet and I had to hold on to her so she wouldn't fall. Back at the hotel I suggested soaking at the hot tub. Jan initially declined saying she was too tired and drunk. I convinced her it would do her good and proceeded to put her yellow suit back on. I grabbed a couple of coolers and helped her out to the pool area. It had gotten dark by this time and she almost fell into the hot tub. I laid Jan's head back on a towel and got another wine cooler down her. The combination of the ride, the heat of the tub and the alcohol she had drunk did her in and she passed out. In the position she was in her nipples were at water level and clearly visible. I decided to have some fun and reached under the water, worked her bottoms off her and put them next to her towel. I proceeded to play with my wife's pussy, putting her hand in my suit to hold my fully erect cock. Unbeknown to me my actions had not gone unnoticed. We had been there for about 5 minutes when a couple guys came out and asked if they could join us. After a couple of minutes I moved my towel over Jan's bottoms making sure my actions were noticed. We talked for a few moments. I explained that my wife had a busy day and was kind of out it. They complemented me on her suit and I explained what kind of suit it was and that my wife wasn't yet aware of it. We all got a great laugh out of it. It was then that I had a nasty idea. I told the guys I had to go to the room to use the bathroom. I asked if they would keep an eye on my wife and make sure she didn't slip under water. They exchanged glances and agreed to take care of her. When I got up and grabbed my towel I took Jan's bottoms with me. Our room was on the first floor and overlooked the pool area. As I suspected, after I left, the guys had taken positions on either side of Jan. I could see from where her knees popped out of the water that each had a leg draped in between theirs, leaving her pussy about at wide open as it could get. I got my camera out and began taking pictures. I was afraid it would be too dark, but found that the lights over the spa area provided more than enough light to capture what was going on. One of the guys reached behind her to until the straps holding her top up. He pulled on the straps on either side of her neck until it looked like she was wearing a bowtie with her breasts now completely exposed. The position of their hands made it very obvious they were both working on her open pussy. I wasn't sure how far this would go until I saw one guy lift Jan up and set her on his buddy's lap. The next thing I know is that Jan is sitting on this guy's cock and being lifted up and down by the guy in front. I took a few pictures of this then decided to return to the spa. I made sure to make a lot of noise as I returned into the pool area. When I got to the spa, Jan was there alone with her top floating on the water in front of her, but still attached at the top. I guess I was supposed to think it had just come undone by itself. I knew it was time to get Jan to bed, but I couldn't resist the urge to take a couple more pictures. I put a nearby chair behind where Jan was sitting and eased her up out of the water resting against the chair. I spread her legs and removed her top. I called her name a few times until she opened her eyes, then snapped the picture. When I reviewed it, it looked like she was awake, just showing off her goodies for the camera. I slipped the nightgown I had brought down with me over her head and helped her up to the room. To cap the evening off, I took off the nightgown once in the room, laid her spread out face up on the bed, opened the curtains, turned on all the lights, and went outside to take a few more pictures. A guy came by while I was taking the pictures and stopped to admire the view. I explained that my wife got drunk and I was taking these pictures to teach her a lesson. He chucked, said she really looked great that way, and should probably leave her that way the rest of the night. I said I would but the lights would bother me and I wouldn't be able to get to sleep. He asked if I minded waiting until he got his camera and took a couple souvenir shots. So I said sure and waited for him to return. I took pictures of him taking pictures of Jan. When I went in I shut off the lights and left her lying there with the curtains open and the outside lights spilling in. I went back outside and sure enough, she was still visible if you took the time to look. A number of people stopped as they wandered past the window as the word got around. I was woken later by what I thought was lightning, but realized someone had just taken a picture through the window. The rest of the trip to the beach was uneventful. Jan stayed busy flirting with truckers on the CB to include flashing a couple of truckers she thought were cute. We arrived at the beach a little after noon and began unpacking. As she was unpacking she found a couple of extra items she did not remember packing. I told her they were just a couple of beach things I had bought for her and threw them in as a surprise. One item was a pair of Capri pants that had cross stitching from the cuff to the waist on each side and the other was a short sundress that came about 4 inches below her butt and had the sides secured by strings that could either be tied tight together or as loose as desired. As currently tied there was about a half inch opening from under the arms down to the bottom with a deep v cut neckline narrowing to thin straps over the shoulder. I thought the dress was perfect for what I had in mind. It was thin enough that a light behind her would silhouette her perfectly, and I could only imagine what it would look like with the strings let out. And, of course, the presence of a bra or panties would really look out of place. The next day was our first day at the beach and Jan decided to wear the white wicked weasel. She still didn't know what happened to it when it got wet and I was going to do my darndest to make sure didn't notice. We found a perfect spot down from the place we were staying and set up our beach mats. As skimpy as the suit was, she got looks from everyone we passed as well as everyone that passed us where we had parked ourselves. Jan commented on the fact that she enjoyed the attention she was getting and thanked me for buying the suits for her. I told her it was definitely my pleasure and that I was proud of being with the hottest girl on the beach. We had been laying out for about a half hour when Jan said she wanted to walk up the beach a bit. I used this as an opportunity to suggest we test the ocean a bit to see how warm it was and then saunter up the beach. We only went out to about our knees. As I had hoped, the wave action had fairly well splashed us from the waist on down. When I had seen that the water had done its job, I grabbed Jan by the hand and started up the beach. She had adjusted the fit of the bottoms when she came out but had never bothered to look down. The yellow one had given a great view of her slit, but it didn't hold a candle to what the white one did. The bottoms of the white one seemed to disappear and for all intents and purposes, Jan was walking up the beach naked from the waist down. The whiteness of the suit looked like tan lines. I kept Jan occupied by pointing out different sights and she never did realize the stares she was getting from everyone we approached and passed were because of the transparency rather than the skimpiness. By the time we had reached our turnaround point, her suit was beginning to dry so I suggested we cool off again by stepping into the ocean. This time we went out and splashed away in the ocean, going out to neck level. When we returned to the beach for our walk back, both top and bottoms were transparent. I saw a lot of cameras taking pictures of us as we made our way back to our blanket. We took another quick dip prior to lying down with the same results. Jan still had not realized what was happening to her suit. I got out my camera, had her raise up on her elbows and I took a few shots of what appeared to be my naked wife. A guy from a nearby blanket came over and offered to take a picture of us both together. I positioned her sitting up with her arms around her knees and asked the guy to make sure he got a good angle. He understood exactly what I meant because the resulting picture was a perfect shot of her entire slit, as well as one breast. Jan lay back down and I introduced myself as I retrieved my camera. I asked if he would like to sit for a few minutes, which he jumped at because it put him right next to Jan's knee where he had a perfect view. He said he was with some friends, but they were out at the flea market today. As we sat there he watched the suit go from transparent back to white opaque. He said he had never seen anything like that before, but before he went any further I waved him to the water away from Jan. Once out of hearing range, I explained that Jan was completely unaware of the fact what happened when her suit got wet. He found this amusing, asked if we would be out there again tomorrow and asked if it would be all right for his friends to join us for a friendly chat. I agreed and he asked if she would be wearing the same suit again tomorrow. I said she would probably wear the yellow one, which did basically the same thing. I also casually mentioned that my wife got in a friendly mood when she drank wine so I would probably bring out an ice chest of wine coolers. He offered to bring the beer. We left shortly thereafter. I told her the guy that had taken our picture asked if he and a couple of his friends could join us tomorrow for a few hours and that I said sure if it was all right with her. As I suspected, she had no problems with it. The next morning we went out for a Champaign brunch at a local restaurant. I didn't know what might happen, but I wanted to make sure Jan was in her feeling friendly mood. She went through about six glasses of Champaign but didn't realize it since I just kept her glass full. She was in a bubbly mood when we got back to the unit. I told her it was almost time to meet the guys at the beach and suggested she put her suit on while I went out for some wine coolers. She surprised me when she asked which suit she should wear. I told her she got so many complimentary looks in the white one I thought she should wear that one again. She said ok and would be ready when I got back. When I got back she was ready to go. I told her how really special she looked in her suit and that I should find some in other colors and styles. She thought that was fine. I am hoping I will eventually be able to get her in an open mesh one I had seen on the internet that even dry left nothing to the imagination. We arrived at the same spot we were the day before and were met by Gary and his two associates. Introductions were made all around and we arranged ourselves in a loose circle with the coolers in the center. I popped a berry cooler for Jan and took the beer offered by Gary. We joked around for about an hour when one of Gary's friends suggested a dip in the ocean. Jan had downed a couple more coolers and was feeling mellow by this time. We all went into the water and splashed around in the waves for a time. Every time Jan stood up, her breasts were on display, a fact appreciated by all of us. Once when she had swum out a little, I heard one of Gary's friends comment that when he heard about this suit he didn't believe it, but he was definitely impressed with it and her. Gary said that what he had already seen was nothing and to wait until we got back to the blanket. Jan was still in a good mood when we came out of the water. As before, she simply adjusted her bottoms without bothering to look down. The effect on the guys was immediate. Each had a tent pole in his suit they tried to hide as we seated ourselves. Jan sat Indian style and pulled out another cooler. Jan didn't seem to notice that no one could take his eyes off her crotch. I asked the guys if they would gather around Jan and let me get a couple of pictures. After that, Jan stood and posed with her arm around each guy. Gary then announced that he had rented a dune buggy and suggested we pack up and go down the beach to this scenic spot he had found with a pure white beach. So we packed up, crowded aboard the buggy and headed out for the new beach. It was everything Gary said it would be, plus it was secluded. We popped another round of drinks and by now Jan was having a great time. We went back into the water and when she came out this time she looked down and saw what she had missed every time before. She was initially embarrassed, but soon realized that she had been on display most of the day and asked me why I didn't tell her about the suit. I lied. I told her I was as surprised as she was, but since she had been having such a good time I didn't want to spoil it. She finally accepted the situation and asked if everyone had had a good laugh at her expense. We all assured her that she looked great and praised her for what a great figure she had. She said it wasn't fair that she was the only one exposed, at which time all four of us removed our suits. Jan followed. So we sat there drinking, telling jokes, and generally having a good time. Jan wanted some pictures of her and the three guys and the guys each wanted one of them and Jan alone. I used my camera and two they had brought with them. After a while, Jan's eyes were starting to glaze over and she began snuggling up to me, getting a little frisky. I warned her to stop before she caught something she wasn't chasing. She kept it up and soon she was messing around with all of us. I told the guys about a game we had played a couple months back and asked if they would be interested. I got an enthusiastic response. The only change would be that when she guessed right she would get her reward and the guy involved would get a hand job from Jan. I didn't think it a good idea to be pushing anything up into Jan's vagina because the sand could end up rubbing her raw and that would ruin any fun I might have the rest of the week. We found a cloth in the dune buggy that served as a mask and two of us took turns holding her arms down while the guy orally stimulating her would hold her legs down. This game lasted well over an hour. I told the guys on her arms that her nipples were super sensitive and they should be working on them while the appropriate selectee was buried between her legs. The game was just as much fun this time as before. Jan had four whopper orgasms and each of us enjoyed the thrill of both a blow job and hand job, and when it was over; we took one last swim, put our suits back and headed back. The blow job was Jan's idea. I suggested we spend part of the next day cruising the mall and maybe hitting the miniature golf place up the street after we caught some early beach time. I suggested she wear the new sundress I had bought her so she tried it on to see how it fit. She liked the look but thought the strings would have to be loosened to give her more room. I told her not to worry, that I would loosen them for her. She didn't have any problem with the fact that she wouldn't be wearing anything underneath. By now she was used to it. What she didn't see was the view I was getting as she stood in the entrance to the balcony. The light, showing through the fabric, allowed a fairly good view of her body parts. While the dress was still on her I loosened the strings to allow for about a 3 to 3 and a half inch gap on each side. She said that felt better and removed it before I could see the effect it had. While she was taking a shower I loosened the strings another inch from the waist on down. I didn't think she would notice the change. The next morning we went down to the beach early to catch a few rays. While there we ran into Gary and his friends. We declined his offer to go back to the secluded beach saying we were going to get a little shopping and golfing in. We all kind of BSed a bit with Gary asking Jan if she was going in the water in her yellow suit. She laughed and said catch her when she has had a few drinks. We left the beach shortly before noon, changed into the clothes we planned on wearing shopping and headed out. As I hoped, Jan had not noticed the increased gap at the bottom half of the dress. As I walked beside her I couldn't believe the effect the side gap had. Under her arms it didn't make much of a difference. I could see the beginning of the side of her breast, which was to be expected. But the effect at the bottom was something else. Each time she took a step, the gap in the side swung in such a way that at one step I could see across her entire front and with the other her backside came into view. I was sure the effect was the same on the other side. I didn't need the thinness of the material to show her off, the side openings did that in spades. A lot of people that we passed in the mall were totally unaware of the view that Jan's dress provided. But those that did notice were brought up short staring at the view they were getting. The view at the mini-golf was fantastic because each time Jan lined up to hit the ball, the front of the dress swung forward and from the side she was completely exposed from her nipples to her knees. Many, many people watched us as we made our way around the course. I knew that this dress was a definite keeper. By now Jan was becoming more comfortable with the role in which I was placing her. Jan had become a sexual goddess, constantly looking for pleasure. She commented on the appreciative looks she was receiving and the enjoyment she was getting from seeing the reactions she was having on people – the shocked look on many women and the bulges showing up in the pants of the men. It was not unusual to come home and find her completely naked from doing housework during the day, something that would never have happened before. Since Jan said she was not into pain, we stayed away from S&M type activities. It was Jan who came up with our next adventure. We had been surfing the net and came across a chat room where a couple described how the guy's wife would be let out of the car naked and she would have to make her way back home without being seen. Jan thought about this a while and thought it would make for an interesting challenge. The next evening Jan got completely undressed, got into the passenger side of the car and said she wanted to be dropped up the street a bit. I took a couple pictures of her seated in the car, then drove out of the garage to a place a couple blocks away. I pulled to the side of the road. When no one was coming, Jan got out of the car. I took pictures of her exiting the car and moving out into the yard of the house we had stopped in front of. I then drove off, turned around down the block, and pulled over to the curb to ensure her safety (although she was not aware I was still around). At first Jan kind of slinked from yard to yard, keeping in the shadows and hiding whenever a car or pedestrian came down the street. The most interesting pictures I got were her crossing the intersection. Since there was no place to hide, she had to dash across the street in full view of whoever happened to be driving by. Needless to say, her condition did not go unnoticed. When she entered our block, I drove around to get in front of her so I would be there when she got home. To make it more interesting, I locked the doors so she could not gain immediate access. She first came to the back door, but I waved her away saying she should come to the front. At first she didn't want to, but I said that when she was ready, just ring the front door bell and I would let her in. It took a few minutes, but finally I heard the ring of the front door bell. I went to the door, turned on the porch light, then let her in. She said I was a real bastard, but I could tell from her flushed cheeks that she was really turned on. My fingers on her pussy confirmed this. She quickly unbuckled my pants and attacked me in the foyer. Our sex was short, but intense with Jan having multiple orgasms. She later explained how frightened she was at first, but as time went on, how her fear was fueling her excitement, especially the fact that what she was doing was highly illegal and could result in her getting arrested. She suggested we needed to do something like this again, but maybe away from the house. I filed this away for future reference. The next Saturday was my birthday and Jan asked me if I wanted anything special this year. Without hesitation I said that the greatest gift she could ever give me was to be my sex slave for the entire weekend, Friday evening through Sunday evening, to do whatever I wanted, to who ever, where ever I wanted and when I wanted. She thought about it for a couple of minutes, then with a smile agreed. She would put herself completely under my total control for the weekend. I then told her I had some meetings out at Colorado Springs Thursday and Friday and wanted her to go with me. Since she rarely went on business trips with me she lit up and happily agreed to go. The trip out and the time spent at the Springs was uneventful. Jan spent the days shopping while I was in meetings and the evenings were taken up with business socials that required my wife to put up a conservative front. When not actively engaged in discussions, I found my mind conjuring up various scenarios for the week end from the mild to outrageous. The one thing I did know was that on the flight back home I was going to join the "mile high" club. My final meeting ended at 5 pm. I called Jan to tell her I was on my way back to the hotel and that when I arrived her weekend as my sex slave would begin. I wanted her bathed and shaved and ready for me. During lunch I had stopped at the Gap and selected some outfits for future outings. The outfit I selected for the evening was a short blue sundress that buttoned down the front and came a couple inches below her butt with thin spaghetti straps to hold up a v-neck top. Although not see through, the outline of her body could be easily seen when backlit by the sun or a strong light. When I arrived at the hotel, I could tell that not knowing what was going to happen this weekend was turning her on. She met me at the door wearing just the white terry robe provided by the hotel. Our hotel room was on the third floor facing the rear parking lot. I told Jan to stand in front of the window until she caught the attention of anyone. I didn't think it would take too long since the Western sum had the room lit up like a spotlight. I noticed a couple of men who were walking toward the hotel, one of whom pointed up at Jan's window. I told Jan to very slowly untie her robe until it fell open. This stopped the guys in their tracks, staring up to see what was going to happen next. I then had Jan slide the robe off until she was standing there totally naked then begin to play with herself. She was to do this until on the verge of orgasm, but was not to cum. She initially closed her eyes, but I instructed her to look directly at the men and smile as she rubbed herself and slid fingers in and out of her pussy. Just as she was about to cum I yelled at her to stop and walk away from the window, leaving two very excited watchers in the parking lot. Jan expected me to let her finish, but I told her that her relief would be forthcoming soon. I gave Jan the blue sundress I had purchased for her and told her to put it on, but not to wear any bra or panties. With her hair up in a ponytail, the results were startling. She looked exactly like a very hot teenager. Her nipples were clearly visible and her legs seemed to go on forever. I gave her nipples a quick squeeze and found her pussy to be complete drenched. I had her lay back on the bed and buried my face between her legs. I licked, nibbled, bit and thoroughly enjoyed bringing her close to orgasm, then backing off. I did this time and time again, each time enjoying hearing my wife begging me to finish what I had started. When I felt she was sufficiently aroused I got up and told her it was time for dinner. While we were sitting at our table enjoying our drinks we saw the two guys from the parking lot enter the dining room and sit a couple tables away from us. One of the guys noticed Jan and from the way he looked at her and pointed her out to his companion it was obvious they recognized her as the girl in the window. I mentioned this to Jan and told her to look over at them and give them a smile. I was curious as to what their reaction would be. I watched them as they discussed what I was sure was what they should do, until one of the men approached and introduced himself. He seemed a bit nervous as he explained he had seen Jan standing in the window and asked if we minded him and his friend joining us for dinner. I told them that we would be happy to have them join us. Since Jan and I were seated across from each other, they took the chairs on either side of Jan. I asked if they had enjoyed Jan's show to which they eagerly said yes. I explained that this weekend was my birthday and that my gift from my wife was that she would be my sex slave for the weekend. They thought I was putting them on so I had Jan confirm what I had said. The guy to my right was named Steve. I asked if he wanted proof. When he said he did I told Jan to open her left leg. I told Steve to put his hand on her knee. When he did, Jan didn't move. I told him I had told my wife she could not wear any panties and asked him to verify she had followed my instructions. Steve's mouth dropped open, but took the opportunity to run his hand up her leg until Jan's intake of breath told me he had reached her pussy. As Steve played with her I invited his associate to help himself to the other leg. Jan opened up and soon had two sets of hands playing with her legs and pussy. When I saw she was on the edge of orgasm I had them stop. I told them I did not want her to cum yet, but if they were free for the evening we could have fun with Jan as our sex toy. They of course accepted. Throughout dinner I had Jan keep her legs open and invited both guys to help themselves; however if they took her over the edge, their evening was over. By the time dinner was over, Jan was again on a sexual high. Her cheeks were flushed red and she was squirming in her seat, a sure sign she was totally aroused. I asked the guys what we should do next and both said they would like to take her to the room and fuck her. I told them how boring that suggestion was and that I had a better idea in mind. I had this place in mind that I thought they would enjoy if they were up for it. They paid the bill and we got up to leave. Walking out of the hotel to the car drew everyone's attention. Jan begged me to let her get herself off, but I refused and said she would be sorry if she did before I said it was ok. I was amazed at how aroused she was. I put her in the back seat between Steve and Fred and had her drape her knees over each of their legs. I once again invited them to enjoy themselves, but to remember she was not allowed to cum until I gave the ok. When I looked in the rear view mirror, they had slipped the top down to her waist to meet the bottom of her dress which was also at her waist. As I drove along, the sounds coming from the back seat told me everyone was enjoying them selves. They were both vigorously attacking her breasts and pussy, while they had removed their cocks and had her jacking them off. I told them that Jan really enjoyed sucking cock and that she would be happy to accommodate them, which she did. A few miles out of town I pulled into a little shopping area that had an adult superstore I had visited the day before. I reminded Jan that she was my sex slave and of her promise to do whatever I said. By now I could see that the only thing that Jan really wanted was to get some relief from the constant arousal she was getting. We all walked into the store and began scanning the shelves. There were three or four other customers in the store who took an immediate interest in my wife. We went to one of the side aisles and I told Jan to reach up on the top shelf and get one of the videos for me to read. She had to stand on her toes and when she reached up, her dress raised to expose the bottom half of her ass. When I told her to put it back, she had an audience of six who watched the show. I then moved to a position where everyone in the store could see and told her to get me a DVD off the bottom shelf. When she started to squat down to retrieve it I stopped her and told her to bend over at the waist to retrieve it. Of course, this resulted in her entire butt and pussy being exposed and the intake of her breath told me the effect of bending had on her clit. After having her put the DVD back we continued looking over the products. I took her over to the vibrators and had her pick up a few, having her fondle them like they were the real thing. After picking out a couple I told the owner that the day was my birthday and that my wife was my sex slave for the weekend. He helped me pick out a slave collar for her to wear and suggested that I might want to check out the back room for a bit. I already knew about the glory hole arrangement he had in the back and agreed it might prove interesting since my wife had been begging me and my friends for sexual relief. He asked if she would really do whatever I said. I turned to Jan and asked if there was anything she would not do if I asked. She said no. The owner asked if he could feel her breasts and I said to go ahead. He came around the counter, slipped the straps off her shoulders until her breasts were exposed, and began fondling her breasts. I could tell how this turned her on. He pulled the straps back up and told her to raise the hem of her skirt to give him access to her pussy. When she did he immediately noticed how red her labia were and mentioned he had never seen a clit so ready for action. I told him what we had been doing and the effect it was having on her. With my permission he began playing with her clit. The effect was immediate and Jan started an orgasm she could not hold back. When she was finished I reminded her that she had disobeyed me and needed to be punished. I turned to the owner and asked him to select a paddle for me. I pulled over a stool and told Jan to put her elbows on the stool. Once she was in position, I lifted her dress until it draped around her neck like a scarf, leaving her completely exposed from the breasts on down. I then proceeded to give her a spanking for disobeying me. Once her butt was a rosy red I stopped and had her stand up until her dress dropped back down to cover her. She had tears in her eyes and promised to be a better slave in the future. The owner said that a short stint in the back room was just what the doctor ordered. I led her to the back and entered the room that was about five by six with mirrors on the upper half of the walls on three sides and about a four to five inch hole in the two smaller sides adjacent to the door. I told Steve and Fred to take the booths on either side of us. I sat opposite the door and told Jan to remove her dress. A few minutes later we heard someone enter the room on one side, followed by about a seven inch cock and balls being inserted into the hole in our room. I told Jan she was to fondle the cock until it was hard, then to start jerking him off until he came. She reached over and began doing what I had directed. I heard someone come into the opposite booth so I had her move back to the center of the room so she was accessible from both sides. She continued playing with the first guy's cock while an arm reached in and began playing with Jan's breast. I told her to stand up and bend over to suck on the first guy's cock while the second guy was given free access to her pussy to play with. I told her she was free to cum on his fingers while finishing off the first guy, which she did with a very loud muffled scream. A limp dick was removed soon to be replaced by another which was longer and fatter. I told her to push the new dick back out the hole, turn around and put her pussy up against the hole. I could tell when the new dick was inserted into Jan's hole by the pleased expression on my wife's face. She began rocking back and forth on the new cock while sucking on the guy that had given her the orgasm. It only took a few moments for Jan to reach her next orgasm and continued to work on both guys until each came. Two more cocks appeared and while sitting on my erect cock, brought each off with her mouth. After I pumped my sperm into her I decided she had had enough for now and didn't want her too sore and ruin the rest of the weekend I had planned for her. I picked up her dress, put it over my shoulder and told her to follow me out to the car, being sure to smile and thank everyone on the way out. As we left they cheered for Jan and asked her to return real soon. When we got in the car, Jan put her dress back on and we headed for the hotel. I asked how she felt. She admitted she was a little frightened at first, but once she got into it had really enjoyed herself. I asked if she would like to do something like that again some time and she said it was a very distinct possibility. When we arrived back at the hotel I had Jan thank the guys for a wonderful time and we retired to our room. Sunday morning she asked what was next so I told her that I had volunteered to host my poker group that evening and she would be there to serve drinks and stuff. I said I had bought a special outfit for her to wear and promised it would be a very exciting evening. I told her to take a relaxing bath and to take a nap so she would be fresh for the evening. There are six of us that try to get together every month for a friendly game of poker. We were supposed to meet this month at one of the other guy's house, but I got the game shifted to my place. I said I had a surprise to show them I thought they would enjoy. The game got started and everyone began asking about the surprise I had promised. It was then that I called Jan into the room. Their eyes about popped out of their head when they saw Jan in the French maid outfit I had her in, complete to the push up bra and frilly panties. I told them that the day was my birthday and Jan had agreed to do whatever I asked of her for the day. One of the guys was skeptical and told me to prove it. I told Jan to go over, sit on his lap and give him a really friendly French kiss which she did. Another said I should have her put on a strip show for us, but I told him all in good time. Jan took our drink orders and disappeared back into the kitchen. I promised them a very good evening providing that whatever happened there stayed there. Of course, they all agreed. When Jan returned she began serving the drinks, being sure to bend over at each person's place giving them a good view of her breasts that were exposed to just above her nipples. A couple of the guys ran their hands up and down her leg and commented on how really hot she looked. It was at that point that I called Jan over, reached under her extremely short shirt and apron and removed her frilly panties. This almost complete exposed her butt. Jan blushed a bit and did a little curtsey. I then pushed down the front of the bra so her breasts sat out on the bra with her perky nipples sticking straight out. I then laid down the rules for the first part of the evening. We would play out a hand and Jan would stand next to the winner of the hand while the next hand was played out. The winner was free to let his hand wander where ever he wanted, but was not allowed to let Jan reach orgasm. I had Jan lift up her skirt and showed how the excitement of the evening was affecting her clit and said that in this state she was very, very sensitive so act accordingly. The game began. For the next half hour Jan was teased in everyway possible. Her breasts were caressed, squeezed, and nipples pinched. Her pussy and ass were fully explored to the point that her slit was spread wide open and clit sticking out like a large pencil eraser. Jan reached the point of orgasm a dozen times, but was never allowed over the edge. When I thought the time was right, I had her do a really sexy strip tease. By the time she was finished everyone at the table was sporting a tent in his pants. We continued the game for a couple more hands until I told Jan to sit on the edge of the pool table. I told her to spread her legs wide open and begin playing with herself until she came. I then laid her back on the table and everyone gathered around. I had two guys start sucking on her nipples and positioned another between her legs and had him start licking her clit until she came. Everyone wanted to take turns fucking her. I asked Jan how she felt about that but all she said was that my wish was her command. Everyone took turns fondling, licking, and sucking to their hearts content. I then took her off the table and told everyone to get undressed. Everyone was obviously excited and I pointed out to Jan the effect she was having on everyone there. I then had her pick out two of the guys. She bent over to suck on the first guy and the second one began fucking her doggy style. When they were finished, two more took their place. When they were finished I had her lay on the carpet for the fifth guy to raise up her legs and enter her from above. Jan reached out and grabbed two of the guys and started jerking them off while the other two played with her breasts. I have no idea how many times Jan came, but it almost seemed continuous. It appeared that Jan had as much fun at this as each of the guys and when everyone had been satisfied I told her she could leave and I would be with her shortly. I ended the game and ushered each out. It was then my turn. Even though she had more orgasms than I could count during the evening, it didn't take long until she was screaming my name and shouting, "Yes... Yess! YESSS!" We fell asleep in each others arms. It was a birthday I will never forget. *** The next morning I told her how much I had enjoyed my birthday present and just how much I truly loved her. She said that except for the spanking she had a fabulous time. She had never realized just how turned on a person could get and the intensity of her orgasms were beyond anything she could have imagined. She was curious what other adventures I might have in store for her. I promised her I would give it considerable thought. I asked if there was anything she would not do if I asked. She said she was putting her complete trust in me, confident that I would never ask her to do anything that would put her in danger. Beyond that, anything goes. Over the next few months we tended to fall into much of the same things we had done in the past but it never seemed to lose the flavor of excitement we had savored when first attempted. We almost got kicked of the ski slope when Jan thought it would be neat to ski topless and the pictures I got of her as a naked snow angel were priceless. I now had the wife I had always dreamed about. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 53