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Subject: {ASSM} Bonnie's First Coupon (M/F, Exhib, NC?)
Date: Sat, 11 Nov 2000 18:10:02 -0500
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Bonnie's First Coupon

    Timing is everything. Mother Nature's cooperation gave me an opportunity 
to use my first coupon (see "Bonnie's Second Bet"). It was Super Bowl weekend 
of last year. 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 this Super Bowl I had invited Stan, a recently separated friend of 
ours from Manassas, to come spend the weekend with us and watch the game. 
And, of course, I invited our next-door neighbor, Frank. Bonnie elected 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. Bonnie was meeting her friends at 
five-thirty at the mall for dinner and shopping. We live in Virginia. You may 
recall that on that particular Sunday we were hit with a huge ice storm. 
Around four o'clock it rolled in. The streets iced over, the malls closed -- 
in fact, the whole city closed. It was obvious that the girls were not going 
to do any shopping that day. No one was going anywhere in that storm! Bonnie 
was stuck at home with us. By default, she joined us to watch the game. We 
had just popped fresh beers when the unthinkable happened: just before the 
start of the game the electricity went out. 
    At least we had plenty of beer and food, and more than enough wood to 
keep a nice hot fire going in the fireplace. It was a terrible twist of fate 
for mother nature to pick that particular day for the electricity to go out 
(or so I thought at the time), but at least we would be warm and dry with 
plenty of food and drink. We closed the doors to the living room and kitchen 
to help keep the heat in, and it made a cozy haven from the storm. I found a 
few candles and a battery-operated radio we could listen to the game on, but 
it just wasn't the same as the planned wide-screen TV. 
    While we were waiting for kickoff we got to talking about our favorite 
places to go around Richmond. Bonnie was out in the kitchen getting munchies 
and beer when I mentioned the Melting Pot, where I took Bonnie on our first 
adventure (see "Bonnie's First Bet"). With her out of the room 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 
expose her breasts to our waiter. My story met with overwhelming and nearly 
universal disbelief. The Bonnie they knew was attractive and friendly, but 
proper and somewhat reserved. What I was telling them just didn't fit with 
their image of her. Frank, who already knew the whole story, was the only one 
who really believed me. 
    Following the Melting Pot evening and a subsequent adventure with Frank, 
Bonnie gave me a gift of six "anything" coupons, redeemable upon demand. I 
hadn't used any yet, but this seemed like a good time to try one out. I 
slipped out into the kitchen and grabbed a bowl of chips to take into 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 do, 
when I tell her to do it, with no argument and no hesitation. After our first 
two experiences, Bonnie decided she likes being "forced" to do things she 
otherwise wouldn't do. The idea that she has no control over what she does 
releases her from any responsibility for her actions, so whatever she does is 
OK (at least that's the way she explained it to me). 
    Bonnie stayed out 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 were 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 half 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, "You guys don't believe my story about having 
Bonnie show her tits, so I'm going to prove it's true. I have the same 
arrangement tonight that I had that night. She has to do whatever I tell her 
to this evening. I told her to take off her bra. When comes back, don't say 
anything, but check out her tits." When she returned with that telltale 
bounce under her button-down shirt I saw some grins. I guess they were 
beginning to wonder if I might really be telling the truth.
    At half time, someone - Greg, I think -- said he had an anniversary 
coming up and wanted to go out somewhere nice. He said he had heard that The 
Melting Pot was a nice place, and asked if any of us had been there. Playing 
along, I told him we had been there recently and that I really enjoyed it. He 
innocently asked Bonnie if she liked it, too. 
    "How about it, Bonnie?" I asked. "Did you enjoy it?" 
    "Yes, it was a very nice evening," she said, giving me a dirty look. 
    Greg, still acting innocent, persisted, "What made it so special?" 
    She hesitated and looked at me. "Well, it's just a very nice restaurant, 
and it was a very nice night for us." 
    "Tell him why, Bonnie. What happened to make it such an unusual night." 
    "Don't go there, OK?" 
    "Oh, c'mon! These are friends. It's OK for them to know." 
    "But Tom," she argued, "they'll think I'm terrible!" 
    "Bonnie," I said, "you're arguing, and that's not allowed. You promised 
to do what I tell you with no argument and no hesitation. Remember the lesson 
you learned at the restaurant? If you don't follow the rules, the penalty is 
always much worse than the original demand, and you just earned a penalty. 
Now go ahead and tell them what happened."  
    Resigned to the situation, 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. Now, about your penalty: I 
think instead of just telling them you what you did, you are going to show 
them what you did. Unbutton your blouse just like you did in the restaurant." 
    "Honey, don't make me do that in front of all these guys! These are our 
friends; the waiter was just some guy we'll never see again." 
    "You're arguing again, Bonnie. That, too, will cost you. Now come on. 
It's time to honor your promise. Do what I told you to do. Unbutton your 
blouse."
    You could have heard a pin drop as she reluctantly reached up to unbutton 
her top button. Blushing furiously, she opened it, then the second button, 
then the third. She undid one more and we could see the inside curve of her 
breasts. She paused and looked over at me. 
    "Enough?"
    "All of 'em, Babe. Keep going." She took another deep breath and 
unbuttoned the fifth button, then the last one. Her blouse was now completely 
open to her waist, but still covering her breasts. "Good. Now 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 she clutched the blouse 
with both hands and looked at me and shook her head. "I'm sorry, Tom. I can't 
do this. I'm embarrassed."
    "Look, the birthday present you gave me was your promise to do whatever I 
say, not whatever I say unless you're too embarrassed. This is your gift to 
me. Open your blouse and let them see your breasts."
    She looked at the floor, took a deep breath, wet her lips, and slowly 
pulled apart the sides of her blouse, allowing an unobstructed view of her 
magnificent breasts. The guys gave her a spontaneous round of applause, 
whistling yelling their approval. Holding her blouse open, she asked me "Are 
you sure this is really what you want?" 
    "Yes, my love, I'm sure. Your body is gorgeous. I am very proud of you 
and I love to show you off. Since you argued with me -- twice -- you have two 
penalties coming. Your first penalty is that you don't get to wear anything 
above the waist the rest of the night." I held out my hand. "Give me your 
blouse." 
    She slid her blouse off her arms and allowed me to take it with only 
token resistance. There she sat, topless, in front of five guys. To her 
credit, she sat up straight and didn't try to cover up. She was embarrassed, 
but seemed to be determined to do whatever I asked. If any of the guys 
doubted what I had told them earlier, all skepticism was gone now. For a 
while, no one said anything; they all just sat there staring at Bonnie's 
breasts. I know she was really uncomfortable sitting there partially naked in 
front of our friends. But when they started complimenting her on her body and 
for coming up with such a great present, she relaxed a little.  She even 
managed a little smile and a "thank you." 
    After a several minutes and some small talk she seemed pretty much at 
ease, so I said, "Bonnie, since you argued with me twice, you have a second 
penalty coming. It's time for the second one. Tell them what else I made you 
do in the restaurant." It got very quiet in the room. "You made me you show 
the waiter my pussy," she said, almost in a whisper. Stunned silence, then 
more shouts of approval from the men. When it got quiet, I said, "That is 
what your second penalty will be. Stand up, Bonnie." Slowly she stood up in 
front of the couch. "Now stand up on the coffee table here so everyone gets a 
good view," I said, "and take off your jeans." 
    You could tell she was absolutely dying of embarrassment, but she slowly 
climbed onto the table, unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, and worked them 
down over her hips and until they fell in a pile at her feet. She stepped out 
of them, and I tossed them across the room into a corner. 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 climb down, but I said, "Not yet, 
Honey. They still can't see your pussy. Take off your panties, too." She took 
a deep breath (which did wonderful things for her breasts), hooked her thumbs 
into the waistband, and slowly, reluctantly, pulled off her last skimp of 
cover. I took them and tossed them across the room as well. She now stood 
totally, completely naked in front of five men. I told her to slowly turn 
around in a circle so everyone could see everything. When she was done sat 
back down of the couch she covered her face with her hands. 
    "I can't believe I did this. I am so totally embarrassed! Please, please, 
PLEASE don't let anyone else know about this, guys. I'd just die!"
    Everyone quickly assured her that none of this would leave the room. I 
said, "I think they'll all keep your secret, Bonnie. But since you're already 
naked, this seems like a great opportunity 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 really appreciate it. I 
don't think you believe that, and this is a great time to prove it to you. 
    We're all fairly typical males here. Let each guy here get a good long 
look at your body -- all of it -- and I want you to see how much we all enjoy 
looking at you. I want you to be totally convinced that any average guy 
really appreciates it when he gets a chance to see your body. 
    Here's what I want you to do: stand up again, and go around the circle 
and stand in front of each guy. Let him look at you, front and back. Let him 
touch and caress you if he wants to. Give him a chance to really appreciate 
your body. And while each one 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 treat it is for any man who gets a chance to see 
you."
    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. With her arms at her 
sides, she slowly turned in a complete circle. When she was facing him again, 
he shyly reached out and stroked one of her breasts. "Beautiful," was all he 
said.  When neither Bonnie nor I objected to him touching her, he put his 
other hand on her other breast and gently kneaded them. After a few moments 
he let go and said, "Wow. Thank you."
    Bonnie walked on to stand in front of Greg. He was less shy. Taking his 
cue from Mark, he reached out and cupped both breasts, weighing them in his 
hands, and running his thumbs across her hard nipples. She sighed.  Bonnie 
has very sensitive breasts, and I knew she was getting turned on.  As she 
turned in front of him, he let his hands slide over her ass, and when she was 
once again facing him, he put his hand on her vagina, cupping her sex. "She's 
hot," he said, "and really wet. You are SO SEXY! Thank you, Bonnie."
    She was breathing hard as she moved on to Frank. After our previous 
adventure with him, he was already intimately familiar with her body. He 
immediately eased two fingers up inside her while he leaned forward and 
sucked her nipple into his mouth. A groan escaped from her lips, and she 
tilted her head back to enjoy the sensation. Frank rubbed her pussy, getting 
his fingers soaked with her wetness. Then he reached further between her 
legs. She gasped and said, "Oh God,
Tom, he has his finger up my ass!" 
    "It's OK, Bonnie. Let him do it. Frank is an ass man. He's always talking 
about what a great ass he thinks you have. In fact, why don't you give him a 
better look at your ass. Turn around and spread your legs and put your hands 
on the floor." 
    "Tom, that's not even sexy!  I . . .aw, shit," she said, realizing what 
she was doing. "I'm sorry! That won't count for a punishment, will it?"  
    "Of course," I said. "Obviously you still need help remembering your 
promise.  Now turn around, bend over, and spread 'em!"
    She turned to face me, her back toward Frank. Her eyes were bright and 
she was breathing fast. She looked right into my eyes as she bent at the 
waist and put her hands flat on the floor, then spread her feet. 
    "How's the view?" I asked Frank. He put one hand on each butt cheek and 
spread them far apart. "Now that's the view I've always wanted to see!" he 
replied. "She has a great ass and a really cute little asshole!  Guys, come 
look at this!"      "I can't believe I'm doing this in front of you guys! No 
one's ever seen me like this before," she said as the rest of us got up and 
moved around behind her. 
    "That's a shame." Frank said. "You look great! I love your ass! If Tom 
will let me, I'd like to see you in this position real often. Hey, Mark, give 
me a hand here. Hold her open for me. I want to get my finger in her ass 
again." 
    "No, please . . ." Bonnie said softly as Mark took over and spread 
Bonnie's cheeks apart again. No one paid any attention to her halfhearted 
objection. All five of us were standing behind Bonnie. We watched Frank slip 
his index finger into her vagina again. He twisted it around, making sure it 
was well coated with her love juice, then he slowly slid it all the way into 
her asshole. He was moving his finger in and out of her ass, fucking her with 
his finger. Bonnie was moaning softly. 
    "Aw, man, she's so tight and hot! This is great!" 
    Eventually Frank removed his finger and thanked Bonnie for letting him 
enjoy her ass. "Anyone else want to try?" he asked. Each guy in turn put a 
finger or two in Bonnie's sweet pussy to lubricate it (no shortage of 
lubrication there -- she was practically dripping) and then worked his finger 
in and out her ass for a few minutes.  By the time we had all had a turn, 
Bonnie was really close to a climax. Before she got there, though, the guys 
stopped and returned to their seats. I helped Bonnie stand up and steady 
herself. 
    "I am so humiliated and totally turned on at the same time! Can I please 
be done now?" she asked breathlessly. 
    I replied, "Not quite yet. I know that was hard for you, Bonnie, and you 
did really well, but Stan hasn't had his turn yet. We can't forget him." She 
smiled bravely and shakily walked over 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. Bonnie jumped and let 
out a squeal. Her reaction told us his tongue was stroking her clit. He slid 
his fingers inside her while he continued to suck on her clit. She moaned 
again. I could tell she was very close to a monumental climax, but just 
before she got there he stopped.  "Delicious!" was his only comment.
    On shaky legs Bonnie made her way back over to the couch and collapsed 
beside me. "I am so close; I really need cum! Please can't we go in our room 
and make love now?" 
    "Now quite yet, Bonnie. Just one more little thing left. But first, tell 
me, did you enjoy yourself?" 
    "Oh, God, yes! This is so nasty and dirty and embarrassing! I LOVE IT! 
You guys have me so incredibly turned on right now I can't stand it!" she 
replied. "God, YES I enjoyed it!" 
    "Good. Are you convinced now that men really enjoy your body, and that we 
appreciate getting a chance to see and touch it?" 
    She looked around the room. "Did you all really like looking at me?" she 
asked coyly. Predictably, she got a unanimously positive answer. "And did you 
like doing all those nasty things to me?" Again, there was an enthusiastic 
positive response. "Are any of you offended?" (Like someone was going to say 
yes!) She looked at me and said, "Well, if that's how they really feel, I 
guess I have to believe them. OK, maybe sometimes I'll let guys see a little 
more of me than they are supposed to." 
    "I'm glad, Bonnie, because I still have five coupons, and I promise you 
from now on a lot of men are going to get to be appreciating your charms."  
    "Any time," she said as she stood up and walked over to pick up her 
clothes.
    "Hang on, Bonnie. You still have one more penalty." She looked at me 
apprehensively. "What?" 
    "I think you'll like this one. Come sit beside me." When she was seated I 
said, "You really did well today. I pushed you pretty hard, and you did 
everything I asked you to do. I am very proud of you, and I think you deserve 
a reward."  I lifted her closest leg and draped it over my leg. Stan, 
catching on quickly, did the same on her other side. Bonnie was now wide open 
to everyone's gaze, her legs spread very far apart, her vagina even more 
exposed than it had been earlier. We were all examining her intently. 
    "You said a minute ago that you were really turned on. Does being exposed 
like this to the entire room turn you on, too?" She was breathing hard and 
her sex glistened in the light of the fire. "I think you're turning me into 
an exhibitionist. It's still embarrassing, but God yes, being exposed like 
this and knowing men are looking at my naked pussy really turns me on." 
"Good. You have earned an orgasm. Go ahead and bring yourself off, Lover. 
Would you like us to watch you?" 
    As her hands slid toward her vagina, she laid her head back on the couch 
and said, "Oh, this is so nasty! I don't care! Yes, I want you all to watch 
me stroke my pussy!  I want cum for you! I want everyone to watch me cum!"  
And there, in front of her very appreciative audience, she allowed herself to 
experience not one, but three consecutive orgasms, each one more intense 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 everyone -- we even got a thank you note!  But the best part 
is that I still have five more coupons!

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