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Subject: {ASSM} Bonnie's First Bet (MMF, exhib, NC?) Revised 
Date: Sat, 11 Nov 2000 17:10:02 -0500
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Bonnie's First Bet

    A few weeks ago my wife, Bonnie, and I made a bet on something we were 
both absolutely certain we were right about. The bet was for one evening of 
whatever the winner wants -- total control. I won, and Bonnie was appalled. I 
am always trying to talk her into letting me show off her body more, like 
flashing truckers on the highway or getting caught undressed when our next 
door neighbor, Frank, is over. She will occasionally let a button 
"accidentally" come open when he is around if she's had a couple of beers, 
but voluntarily showing a breast or her pussy is too much for her. She knows 
it is a turn-on for me, but it is very difficult to get past her modesty. 
When I won this bet she was VERY nervous, because she knew what I would want 
her to do. But give her credit: she didn't try to back out of the bet.
    I started out the evening by taking her to a restaurant called "The 
Melting Pot" here in Richmond. It is very nice -- dark and romantic. We were 
seated in a booth in a small room. It was early enough that we were the only 
ones in the room. After we had ordered our first drink, I told her to 
unbutton another button on her blouse. This would open it to just below her 
breasts. Since I had vetoed any underwear, when she did she was more exposed 
than she ever had ever been in public. She sat up straight to keep the blouse 
from opening too much, but as we ate and drank our wine she relaxed and 
seemed to forget about how exposed she was. She was sitting leaning forward a 
bit with her shoulders sort of slumped, and the view was wonderful. I could 
see a good bit of both breasts, and was enjoying the view.
    Before desert arrived I told her to unbutton one more button. Her top was 
now open nearly to her navel. When she sat up straight you still couldn't see 
much, but when she would lean forward it would fall away from her body and if 
the angle was right you could easily see all of both breasts. The drinks and 
wine had had their effect, and she soon relaxed, leaning forward and allowing 
me to enjoy the view. I told her I loved the way she looked, and to keep 
sitting that way. Even though we were the only ones in the room, she was 
still a little uncomfortable, but did as I asked.
    Our waiter, Aaron, arrived to offer us after-dinner drinks. When Bonnie 
saw him she gave a little start and straightened up.    With him standing 
right there I said, "Bonnie, tell Aaron what our arrangement is tonight." He 
looked at me with a puzzled expression, then at Bonnie. She looked down at 
the table and said, just as I had made her agree before we left home. "I have 
to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants, with no argument and no 
hesitation. 
    I said, "Good girl," then explained to Aaron that she had lost a bet, and 
this was how she was paying it off. He grinned as he began to understand.
    "Now, Bonnie," I said, "that's not how I told you to sit, is it?" Still 
looking down at the table she shook her head.   "Show Aaron how you were 
sitting before he walked up." She looked at me without moving, nervously 
biting her lip. This was what she had been afraid of.  
    "I don't think I can do this, Tom," she said.  
    I replied, "Come on, Bonnie," I replied. "You have to do it. You made the 
bet, now it's time to pay up.  Aaron won't be offended, will you, Aaron?" 
    "Hey, not a bit," he said, guessing what was coming. 
    Bonnie took a deep breath, licked her lips, and said, "Tom, this is so 
embarrassing!  Do I really have to do it?"  I just nodded. "He'll be see my 
breasts," she whispered.  Again I just nodded.  She looked at me for a 
moment, then took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and slowly, reluctantly, 
did as she was told. Her top fell forward again and gaped open, and we could 
both see her breasts right down to the nipples. What a turn-on!
    "Much better, Bonnie," I said. "Stay just like that. That's the view I 
wanted. You are very beautiful, and I'm very proud of you."  She blushed 
prettily.  "Unfortunately," I continued, "getting you do it took some 
persuading. You did what I told you to do, but it wasn't without any 
argument, the way you agreed, so you are going to have to pay a penalty to 
remind you not to hesitate when I tell you to do something this evening. 
Unbutton another button." Reluctantly, she did. The blouse was now completely 
unbuttoned. It stayed together only because it was tucked into her skirt. 
"Good girl. Now open the blouse and give Aaron a good look at what you were 
too embarrassed to let him see the first time." 
    As she looked across the table at me you could see the color drain from 
her face. She had allowed our waiter to see her tits, but actively showing 
them to him was a very big step. "But . . . I can't just . . . do you really 
want me to just . . ." 
    "Aaron has already seen your breasts anyway, Bonnie. What difference will 
it make? And I have to point out that you're still arguing with me, so you 
just earned another penalty. Now do you want to earn even more?"
    "No!" she said quickly. 
    "Then do it, Bonnie. Open your blouse." She looked at me, then Aaron. She 
sighed, then slowly reached up and took hold of the sides of her blouse. 
Glancing around the room to make sure there was no one else who could see, 
she opened it briefly, the immediately closed it again.
    "Way too fast, Honey. Do it again, but this time hold it open until I 
tell you to close it." She closed her eyes again and parted the material, 
letting her gorgeous tits spill out. Aaron was transfixed. He stared at her 
breasts and said, "Wow! Excellent!" 
    "That's not so bad, now is it, Darling? I love looking at your breasts, 
and it sounds like Aaron does, too. Now thank him for the compliment, and you 
may close your blouse again, but leave it unbuttoned." She was absolutely 
scarlet, but did as she was told.
    "I am SO embarrassed! I can't believe I really did that!" she said when 
he left to get our after diner drinks. 
    "I know, Honey. You were great, and you're really turning me on!  Was it 
exciting for you?" 
    "Oh God, yes!  When you made me show him my tits I got butterflies like 
you wouldn't believe, but I am so turned on I am just dripping!" 
    "Good, Bonnie. And remember, you still have another penalty coming. Now 
go back to sitting like you were, and stay that way when Aaron comes back." 
Before she could say anything further Aaron returned with our drinks.  She 
stayed leaning forward, completely exposed above the waist.  Aaron stood 
beside the table after he brought the drinks and, looking down her top, again 
complimented her on her beautiful breasts. She giggled and blushed and 
thanked him again. 
    "No," he said, "thank you!  You really have a great body!" 
    "She really does." I said. "I love seeing her naked, and I'm glad you're 
enjoying it, too. It's a turn-on for both of us."  
    "Making the customer happy is my job," he replied. Then he smiled and 
said, "It's not always this much fun, though."  
    "Yeah, for us, too," I said. "You know, she earned another penalty so her 
bet's not completely paid off yet. Are you willing to help Bonnie pay off the 
rest of it?" 
    It was like asking a man dying of thirst if he'd mind drinking a glass of 
water. "Absolutely!"
    "Great! Then when she finishes her drink we'll have her pay off that 
penalty, too." He was grinning from ear to ear when he said he'd be back in a 
few minutes.
    Bonnie was, to say the least, apprehensive. "What are you going to make 
me do?" she asked. 
    "It doesn't matter," I told her. "I'm in charge tonight. You don't have 
any say in what you have to do, so don't worry about it; it's out of your 
hands. Just relax and enjoy your drink. When the time comes, I'll tell you 
what to do, and all you have to worry about is doing it without any 
hesitation or argument. You've done pretty well so far, but you haven't been 
very good about the hesitation and argument part. We're going to try it 
again, and see if you can change that." She still looked very apprehensive. 
"Come on, Bon, be honest. Aren't you enjoying this?" 
    "Well, yes," she replied. "But I'm embarrassed, too, letting a total 
stranger see my naked tits." 
    "You have beautiful naked tits," I said, "and you should be proud of 
them. Aaron even told you how much he enjoyed seeing them, and letting 
another guy see your body is a huge turn-on for me." 
    "Aren't you jealous when someone else sees me?" she asked. 
    "No, Honey, I'm not jealous at all. I'm excited, and I'm proud of you, 
but I'm not jealous."
    With impeccable timing, Aaron chose that moment to come back in. 
"Everything OK here?" he asked, grinning.   
    "Everything is great here, Aaron. Are you still willing to help Bonnie 
pay off her last penalty?" I asked. 
    "It would be my pleasure," he answered, "and just in case it makes a 
difference, I asked the hostess to hold off putting anyone else in this room 
for a little while longer." 
    "That's great, Aaron. I know Bonnie appreciates it, right, Honey?" Bonnie 
nodded. "Good. Let's go ahead and pay off that penalty, then. Bonnie, you 
already showed Aaron your tits. I know that was hard for you to do, but I 
guess it wasn't enough of a penalty to help you remember not to hesitate or 
argue. So let's try something else." I paused for a couple of seconds, then 
said, "Raise your skirt and show Aaron what you are wearing underneath it." 
Since I had vetoed underwear, what she was wearing, of course, was nothing. 
    "Tom, come on. We're in public and I'm naked under here, for God's sake!" 
    "I know, Bonnie. That's why I want you to show him. But you're still 
arguing with me, so obviously your lesson hasn't sunk in yet. Maybe this will 
do the trick. Now go ahead." 
    "But Honey . . . !" 
    "No buts, Bonnie. You have to do it. You bet, you lost, and now you have 
to pay. You have to do whatever I tell you to do, and I'm telling you to 
raise your skirt. Now do it!"
    I almost felt sorry for her. She looked like a trapped animal. She looked 
from me to Aaron, and back to me. There was no way out. I pulled the table a 
little further away from her and said softly, "Go ahead, Bonnie, do it." 
Reluctantly, she reached down and gathered the material of her skirt in both 
hands and began to pull it up her legs. When she reached the top of her 
thighs she looked at me and said "I'm never going to make another bet with 
you!" I grinned and said "Come on, Bonnie.  All the way up to your waist." 
    "I can't believe I'm really going to do this! OK, here goes!" she said, 
and pulled it all the way up.   There she sat, holding up her skirt, naked 
from her waist down. She was sitting with her legs tightly together, trying 
to retain a little modesty. 
    "Good girl," I said. "Now, Bonnie, just think, if you hadn't argued when 
I told you to do this, your bet would be paid off now, and you wouldn't have 
had to do anything else. But you still argued with me about it, so you earned 
another penalty, and you're going to have to go even farther. Now, are you 
going to earn still another penalty by arguing with me about what I'm going 
to have you do next?" 
    I'm sure she had no doubt what I was about to tell her to do, and I know 
she was really nervous, but she replied softly, "No, I've learned. No more 
penalties. I'll do whatever you tell me to do." 
    "No more arguing or hesitation?"  
    She shook her head. "No more arguing or hesitation. Tell me what you want 
me to do, and I'll do it."  
    "Good." I slid out of the booth and stood beside Aaron. I said. "Here is 
what you are going to do: Turn and face us." She did, with her skirt still up 
to her waist. "Pull your skirt out from under you."  She did. "Now put your 
feet up on the seat and lean back on your elbows." She slowly got into 
position. I reached up and pulled her shirttails out of her skirt,  then 
opened her blouse and pushed it down off her shoulders. It dropped to the 
seat of the bench, bunched around her elbows, leaving her totally exposed. 
Her only cover was the skirt bunched up around her waist. "Now, Bonnie, I 
want you to spread your knees all the way apart and stay just like that until 
I tell you that you can move." 
    "Oh God, Tom, I am so embarrassed!" she said as she reluctantly spread 
her legs. Her vagina slowly came into view.  
"More, Bonnie. Open you legs all the way."  She obediently spread her legs as 
far as they would go. Her labia parted and we could see the moisture 
glistening in the soft light. "Good. Now stay just like that and let us get a 
good look at your pussy." Her eyes were closed and she whimpered a little, 
but did as she was told. Aaron knelt down at the end of the bench for a 
closer look.
    "Please, Honey," she whispered after a few seconds, "that's enough." 
    "Not yet, Bonnie. We're not through looking. Open your eyes." She saw 
Aaron crouched between her widespread legs.
    "Tom, he's looking at my pussy!" 
    "Yes, he is. He can see all the way up inside you, Bonnie. We both can, 
and you look beautiful. Just one more little adjustments will make this even 
better, then you're done for the night." I put one hand on each knee and 
pushed them back toward her chest, then put her left foot up on the table and 
her right one over the back of the bench. Bonnie didn't resist. She was as 
exposed as she would be if she were on a gynecologist table with her feet in 
the stirrups. Aaron reached into his pocket, pulled out a pocket flashlight, 
and shined it on her vagina. We could clearly see her pink nether lips 
framing her open hole and the moisture slowly leaking down and coating her 
puckered anus. "Well, Aaron, what do you think?" 
    "I think it's beautiful!" he said, fascinated by the sight. "May I touch 
her?" 
    I heard a sharp intake of breath from Bonnie. She said "Are you going to 
let him to touch my pussy?"
    Looking into Bonnie's eyes I nodded and said, "Go ahead, Aaron." 
    As his finger make contact with her most intimate place she jumped and 
said, "Oh, God, Tom; he's touching me! He's touching my naked pussy!" Aaron 
then slowly traced one finger up the length of her slit, up over her 
clitoris. Bonnie tilted her head back, and moaned softly "Oh God, Honey!" As 
he began tracing his way back down, she moaned a little more, and her pelvis 
suddenly thrust forward, pushing Aaron's finger into the pink depths of her 
vagina. "Oh yes!", she said, humping against his finger. Aaron added a second 
finger and began rubbing her clitores with his thumb. She humped faster, 
making grunting sounds every time she thrust her pelvis forward. I had never 
seen her this turned on. "Oh, God, Honey, I'm gonna cum!"  She threw her head 
back, humping furiously. Biting her lip to keep from screaming, she groaned 
and began convulsing from her\ad to toe. Her orgasm seemed to last forever. 
    When she finally she began to calm down her face was bright red and she 
was panting from her effort. Aaron gently withdrew his fingers. Bonnie didn't 
move. Her pussy was gaping wide open and there was a small puddle of her 
juices on the bench under her. Aaron put his fingers in his mouth, and 
smiled. 
    "She even tastes sexy," he said. He turned to me and said, "She's 
fantastic. You, sir, are a very lucky man!"
    "Yes," I replied, "I most certainly am." Still smiling, Aaron walked out 
of the room holding his empty tray in front of him to hide his erection.
    I said "Bonnie, that was magnificent; I'm very proud of you. Your bet is 
paid off. 
    Bonnie sat up and rearranged herself. She tried to light a cigarette but 
her hands were shaking too much. I lit it and handed it to her. "That was 
incredible. I am so turned on and so excited and so embarrassed. I've got to 
get out of here. Can we please go home now?" I left money for our check and 
an extravagant tip. We didn't see Aaron on the way out. No doubt he had gone 
to the rest room to relieve his pent-up sexual tension.
    As soon as we got home Bonnie was all over me. If it were physically 
possible for a woman to rape a man, that's what would have happened as soon 
as we walked in the door. She was a mad women, growling and yelling as she 
came
three times in rapid succession -- a first for her.  When we finally stopped 
to catch our breath, Bonnie said, "Wow. I can't believe what an incredible 
turn-on that was!"  
    "For me, too." I replied, "Do you think you might want to do that again 
some time?"
    Bonnie just smiled.


    

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