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Subject: {ASSM} Bonnie's First Coupon - corrected (wife, exhib, nc?, MMMMM/F)
Date: Fri, 4 Feb 2000 16:10:01 -0500
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Timing is everything. This time Mother Nature cooperated beautifully. It
was Super Bowl weekend. My wife, Bonnie, is not big on football, but I
seldom miss a good game. Our compromise is that I get to stay home and watch
the game with a couple of my friends while Bonnie and a couple of her friends
go shopping. All in all, not a bad arrangement.
For the Super Bowl I had invited a recently separated friend of ours from
Manassas - Stan - to come spend the weekend with us. And, of course our
next-door neighbor, Frank. Bonnie elected to go out to meet two of her
friends at the mall. Since that left their husbands, Mark and Greg, with
nothing to do, I invited them to come watch the game, too.
The guys started arriving around three-thirty. Bonnie was meeting her
friends at five-thirty at the mall for dinner and shopping. Well, we live in
Virginia. You may remember that on that particular Sunday we were just
beginning to get hit with a big ice storm. Around four o'clock we got hit
with a world-class storm. The streets iced over, the malls closed, and it
became obvious that the girls were not going to get to go shopping that day.
Bonnie was stuck at home with us.
Then the unthinkable happened: the electricity went out. I did find a
battery-run radio we could listen to the game on, but it just wasn't the
same. Regardless, we were stuck; no one was going anywhere in that storm!
At least we had plenty of beer and snacks, and a nice fire was burning in the
fireplace with plenty of fire wood to keep us warm. We closed the doors to
the family room to keep the heat in, and it made a nice haven from the storm.
While we were waiting for kickoff we were talking about what to do and where
to go around Richmond. Bonnie was out in the kitchen getting munchies and
beer, and I mentioned the Melting Pot, where I took Bonnie on our last outing
(see "Bonnie Looses A Bet"). With her out of the room, and under the
influence of the raging testosterone, the beer, and the camaraderie, I told
more about that evening than I had intended. I did not go into everything
that transpired, but I did give a fairly explicit description of having
Bonnie show her tits to our waiter. My story met with overwhelming and
nearly universal disbelief.
One of the byproducts of that evening was Bonnie's gift to me of six
"anything" coupons, redeemable upon demand. This seemed like a good time to
try one out. I slipped out into the kitchen and grabbed a bowl of chips to
take in to the family room. As I reached for a cooler of beer with my other
hand, I said to Bonnie, "Would you take this for me, please?" and handed her
one of the coupons. Of course she took it, and by the time she realized what
it was, I was out the door and back into the family room.
According to the rules of the arrangement, I have total control from the
moment she receives the coupon. Bonnie has to do whatever I tell her to,
when I tell her to do it, with no argument and no hesitation. The idea that
she has no control over what she does releases her from any responsibility
for her actions (at least that's the way she explained it to me). She
hibernated in the kitchen for a while, until I called out for her to come
back in and join us. She came into the family room and sat beside me on the
couch, with Stan on her other side. Since we listening to the game instead
of watching it on TV, we had arranged ourselves in a loose circle around the
coffee table and the food. Bonnie didn't say anything; she just came in and
sat on the couch looking nervous.
As the game went on and the beer flowed she relaxed. Near the end of the
first quarter she got up to go to the bathroom. I pulled her back down and
whispered in her ear that she was to take off her bra before she came back.
She didn't reply, she just swallowed nervously and left. After she was out
of the room, I said to those in the group who were skeptical of my account of
the evening at The Melting Pot, "When Bonnie comes back, notice that she has
removed her bra." When she returned with that telltale bounce under her
button-down shirt I saw some grins. I guess they were beginning to wonder of
I might be telling the truth. At the end of the quarter, someone - Greg, I
think - said he had an anniversary coming up and wanted to go out somewhere
nice. He said that someone had suggested The Melting Pot and asked
innocently if any of us had ever been there. I said that we had been there a
couple of months ago and I had really enjoyed it. "How about you, Bonnie?
Did you have a good time, too?" I asked. Blushing, she gave me a dirty look,
then said to Greg, "Yes, it was an enjoyable meal." He persisted, "Why did
you enjoy it? What was so special about it?" She hesitated and looked at
me. "Tell him the truth, Honey. Tell him what happened." "Everything?"
"Yes, everything. There are friends. It's OK for them to know." "But Tom,"
she argued, "it's embarrassing, and they'll think I'm a terrible person!"
"Bonnie," I said, "you're arguing and hesitating. You just earned a
punishment to remind you that you have to do what I say, when I say, with no
argument and no hesitation. Now either you tell them or I will, and it will
me much less embarrassing for you if you tell them." She hung her head and
said, "He made me show my breasts to our waiter."
Shouts of "No Way! Outstanding! All right!" echoed around the room. When
the noise died down I said "Thank you, Bonnie. I'm proud of you. Now, about
your reminder/punishment: instead of just telling them, you are going to show
them what you did. Unbutton your blouse just like you did in the
restaurant." "Honey, come on. Not in front of all these guys! I just
CAN'T!" "You're arguing again, Bonnie. That, too, will cost you. Now do
what I told you to do. Unbutton your blouse."
You could have heard a pin drop as she reached up to unbutton the top
button. Then the second one. The third (now we could see the inside curve
of her breasts). The fourth (and a hint of aureola), and finally, the last
button. Her blouse was now open to her waist, but still covering her
breasts. "Good. Now, Bonnie, show them how you showed yourself to our
waiter." Still looking at the floor, her hands slowly rose to grip the sides
of her blouse. Then clutched the blouse with both hands and looked at me and
shook her head. "I'm sorry, Tom. I'm just too embarrassed. I can't."
"Bonnie, look. The deal is that I have complete control. I'm not going
to let anything bad happen. But you're not going to get out of this. You
have to do it. Now no more hesitation. Open your blouse and show them your
breasts." She looked at me, then at the floor. Then she took a deep breath,
wet her lips, and slowly pulled apart the sides of her blouse, allowing an
unobstructed view of her magnificent breasts. Holding her blouse open, she
asked me "Is this really what you want me to do?" "Yes, my love. As I said,
I am very, very proud of you. Now since it's so cosy and warm in here, you
really won't need that any more. Let me take it for you," I said, sliding
her blouse off her arms. She allowed me to take it with only token
resistance. So there she sat, topless, in front of five guys. But she sat
up straight and didn't try to cover up. She seemed embarrassed, but pleased
and determined to do whatever I asked.
If any of the guys had been doubting what I had told them, all skepticism
was gone now. They all say there, enraptured but the sight. They
complimented her and encouraged her, congratulating her on being so brave.
Slowly she relaxed a little, and even managed a little smile and a "thank
you". After a minute or two, I said, "I'm afraid you're not quite done yet,
Bonnie. You argued with me twice, so you still have another punishment to
do. Do you remember what I threatened to do in the restaurant if you argued
or hesitated after that first time?" It got very quiet in the room. "Yes,"
she replied softly. "Tell them what your next punishment would have been."
"You told me you would show the waiter my pussy," she said, almost in a
whisper. "I think that is what will be your punishment now. Please stand
up." Slowly she stood up in front of the couch. "Bonnie," I said, "take off
your jeans." You could tell she was absolutely dying of embarrassment, but
she slowly unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans, and worked them down over her
hips and onto the floor. She was wearing low-cut white panties, and you
could see the bulge of her mound and the dark shadow of her pubic hair. She
started to sit down, but I said, "Not yet, Honey. Now take off your
panties." She took a deep breath (which did wonderful things for her
breasts), hooked her thumbs into the waist band, and slowly, hesitantly,
pulled off her last skimp of cover. She was now stood totally, completely
naked in front of five men. There was a round of spontaneous applause, and a
whole series of heartfelt compliments. She sat back down of the couch and
covered her face with her hands. "I can't believe I did this. I am so
totally embarrassed! Please don't let anyone else know about this, guys.
I'd be mortified!"
"I think they'll all keep your secret, Bonnie. But since you're already
naked, I want to prove a point to you. You know I love to show off your
body. It's exciting for me, and I've always said the any guy lucky enough to
catch a glimpse of it would enjoy it and really appreciate it. I don't think
you truly believe that, so here's what we're going to do: We're all fairly
typical males here. I want to be sure each guy here gets a good long look at
your body -- all of your body - and I want you to see how much we all admire
and love looking at your body. I want you to know in your heart how much an
average guy appreciates it when he gets a chance to see your body. Stand up
again, and go around the circle and stand in front of each guy. Let him look
at you, front and back - even touch or caress you if he wants to. Give him a
chance to really appreciate you. And while each of them is doing that, I
want you to watch them and see how much they are enjoying the opportunity you
are giving them. Then maybe you'll understand what a favor you are doing for
any man who gets a chance to see your body."
She didn't say a word, just got up and went over and stood in front of
Mark, whom she probably knew least well of any of us. She slowly turned in a
complete circle. When she was facing him again, he shyly reached out and
stroked the side of her breast. "Beautiful," was all he said. Bonnie walked
on to stand in front of Greg. He was less shy. He reached out and cupped
both breasts, weighing them in his hands, and running his thumbs across her
hard nipples. As she turned, he let his hands slide over her ass, and when
she was once again facing him, his hand was on her vagina, cupping her sex.
"I can feel her wetness," he said. "That is SO SEXY! Thank you, Bonnie."
She was breathing hard as she moved on to Frank. Frank, of course, was
intimately familiar with her body, and immediately eased two fingers up
inside her while he leaned forward and sucked her nipple. A groan escaped
from her lips, and she tilted her head back to enjoy the sensation. "Hurry
up over there!" Stan said. He was next in line. Bonnie smiled, did a quick
turn in front of Frank, and came to stand in front of Stan. Stan ran his
hands down her sides and reached around to cup her ass. He pulled her toward
him and planted a kiss directly on her vagina. Judging from her reaction,
his tongue was busy stroking her clit. She moaned again. She turned around
for him and was back where she started.
"Thank you, Bonnie. You have made this a very special night for all of
us. It's only fair, now, that it is special for you, too. Sit down on the
couch here." I pulled one leg over my leg and Stan, catching on quickly, did
the same on her other side. Bonnie was now wide open to their gaze, her most
intimate parts clearly revealed. She was breathing hard and her sex
glistened in the light of the fire. "You have been very good tonight. I
know you are very turned on, and you have earned the right to reach a climax.
Go ahead and bring yourself off, My Love. Let us watch you cum." As her
hands slid toward her vagina, she laid her head back on the couch and there,
in front of her appreciative audience, allowed herself to experience a more
intense orgasm than I would have thought humanly possible.
And that's how it happened that Mother Nature allowed us to enjoy the
most erotic and exciting night of our lives to date. It was a wonderful
experience for both Bonnie and me, and the best part is that I still have
five more coupons!
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