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From: nonono69@hotmail.com (Tim)
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Subject: {ASSM} Story: My husbands demands
Date: Tue,  1 Oct 2002 17:10:07 -0400
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My Husband's Demands
By: nonono69@hotmail.com
Written by request for Michelle

Hi, my name is Michelle and I have been happily married 
for about two years. I married my husband Chris after a
short romance where he swept me off my feet. I am 22 years
old, 5'8" with blond hair, blue eyes. I weight about 125 lbs
and I'm consider quite attractive. When we first got married
I thought that nothing could ever go wrong with our marriage.
We both got along so good. But as time went by I saw
my husband becoming more involved with every little thing
I did. He loved me a lot I could tell, but he wanted to
run every little segment of my life. Here's my Story.....

We live in a little town in Winston Salem, North Carolina.
Our best friends are a couple named Kelly and Walter. My
husband has known them for many years and I have gotten
to be good friends with them in the last six months. Chris
and Walter work together and have been friends for a long
time. Kelly is a friendly girl. Sometimes I think too 
friendly. I always see her flirting with all the guys she
meets. She always wears the shortest, tightest outfits she
can get in. Don't get me wrong, the outfits look good on 
her, but they barely cover all her assets.

I was brought up a bit differently, my dress was more 
conservative and I didn't have the outgoing personality
that Kelly had. We would all go to clubs or parties 
together and Kelly would be surrounded by everyone and
she was the center of attention. Where as I would just
follow my husband around and chat with the people he 
was talking with. Well, at one party Kelly was flirting
with everyone and unknown to her one of the guys she was
chatting with was Chris and Walter's big boss from out
of town. They chatted and had a great time all night.
Walter never worried about his wife, he just knew she
liked to flirt and he liked her dressing up the way she
did.

Well, the next week a cablegram came to Walter from the
main office. He was being promoted and would get his own
office. There was a P.S. at the bottom of the cablegram.
It said 'had a great time at the party, your wife is one
in a million, enjoy the promotion'. Walter quickly brought
this to my husbands office and showed him the good news.
My husband was very happy for Walter but it made him start
to think also. The next day when he sees Walter, he asks
if they can go have lunch somewhere together. At noon, 
they find a place they can eat and chat and my husband
starts asking Walter about his wife. Walter goes on to
explain everything his wife does is with his permission.
It goes much deeper than we ever knew about. Walters's wife
likes to be forced into doing little things that she wouldn't
normally do by her self.

When Chris asks like what type of things, Walter gets a 
serious look on his. Chris, since were moving out of the
area to take this new job, I will tell you everything. But
you must promise not to tell anyone that you know. After
Chris agrees the story begins. Walters's wife was not always
as outgoing as she was now. In fact, she was pretty much a
prude. But Walter slowly started forcing his wife to do the
things he wanted. It started off with clothing. Walter would
only allow Kelly to wear clothes that he bought for her. Of
course all the clothes would be short tight skirts and thin
little shirts. Kelly didn't really want to wear the stuff 
but Walter insisted. Then came the next part. Whenever they
go out together, Walter would come to Kelly and remove 
whatever undies she was wearing. He would put them in his
pocket, but he never let her wear undies out again. After
a while Kelly got use to this and just assumed it was normal.

The next phase was harder. Whenever they went out to eat, he
would force Kelly to always sit facing the most people. Then
he would slowly ply her legs apart. Not far apart, but enough
apart so that a few lucky patrons would be able to see right
up her skirt. Kelly could not wear undies so they would be 
able to see her cunt very easily. It took Kelly about six
months before her husband was just able to say spread a little
and she would comply. What was nice was how much more Kelly
enjoyed sex after outings like these. After a year of working
with Kelly, she does about whatever I want when we go out.
And, I get all the built up sexual feelings that Kelly has
once we get home. Sometimes I have to be forceful with her,
but she always comes around in the end. And most the times 
she really enjoys it.

After Walter told me this story at lunch, I had made up my
mind that Michelle was going to change also. I called her
up on the phone and told her we were going shopping in an hour.
She seemed excited but she didn't know what was in store for
her yet. I went home, got Michelle and took her to the mall.
The closest mall was called Hanes Mall and it was packed.
I told her not to look at anything as I would pick out 
everything that she was going to get today. She started to
say something and I just gave her a look she rarely sees from
me. It means I mean BUSINESS. We go to the Teen's area and I
start looking around. A sales lady comes to help and asks what
we are looking for. I tell her I would like some short little
skirts that my wife can wear. My wife's face drops into a
embarrassed expression. The sales lady looks over my wife then
takes us over to the teen's skirt section. She tells me my wife
would probably be a large in the teen section. I start looking
thru the racks and pick out three very short skirts. One black, 
one red and one that looks like a plaid school girl's skirt.

I hand them to my wife and I tell her to go try them on. She
stares back in disbelief. I look her right in the eyes and I
tell her one more time, GO TRY THESE ON!!!. And, come out
so I can see each one even if YOU think they don't fit. She
takes the skirts and runs inside the dressing room. She puts
the first one on and looks in the mirror. It fits her in the 
waist but it only comes about three inches below her undies.
She takes it off and tries on the second, same thing. The last
one is the school girl looking skirt. She tries it on and it
is about an inch longer then the others. Nervously she walks
to the door of the dressing room and calls me over. They are
all TOO short and I don't like any of them. Chris just tells
me to turn around a couple times. I do and he stares then says to
go try another one on. I told him I did but they are too short.
He grabs me by the arm, looks deep into my eyes, and said:
I didn't ask you to try them on, I'm telling you, try it on and
let me see it. I ran back inside and after a couple minutes put
on the black skirt. It was very short like I said and I walked 
out to let my husband see. He had me spin around a couple times
then sent me in to try on the last one. The last one was a
red leather looking skirt and it matched the shirt I had on
fairly well. I still couldn't believe how short it was. I came
out and my husbands eyes lit up. I couldn't believe I was 
wearing something like this. He told me to grab all my stuff
and bring it to him real quick, he didn't want anything to get
stolen. I brought out everything and handed it to him. I was
about to go back in and change out of this skirt when he took
me by the arm and we started walking off. 

I told him I had to go change out of this skirt real quick.
He told me just come with him. I was so embarrassed walking
thru the store in this very short skirt. I tried to keep
my hands down at the sides to hold the skirt down. He walked
up to one of the registers and said my wife would like to
buy the skirt she has on plus the two others right here.
She also wants to wear her new skirt out of the store. My
face must have been bright red. I didn't say a word and the
young girl came over and started cutting all the tags off
the skirt. After Chris paid for everything, he took the package
and we started walking out of the store back into the mall. I
felt like all eyes were on me. He took me directly to a 
shoe store that was just down the mall a few stores. I wasn't
speaking to him at this time and he just guided me around the
store by holding my arm. My arms were busy holding my little
skirt down. He walked over to the high heel area and looked at
all the shoes. He started picking out one of each type he wanted.
He picked three in total and they all corresponded to the colors
of the skirts that he bought. A salesman came over and asked if he
could help. Chris told him I would like to try a pair of each of
these on. While the salesman went to get the shoes, Chris just said
a couple words. Try on the shoes and don't say a word one way or
another about them.

The shoe salesman comes back and asks me to sit down. I have
never tried to sit down in a skirt this short and I didn't 
know how to do it. The salesman and my husband was there watching
as I tried to lower myself into the chair. I was not very
successful in my attempt. My legs spread right apart and I
know the salesman got an eyeful all the way up my skirt. I
was so embarrassed I just looked down and didn't even look at
the shoe salesman. He asked me to lift my feet one foot at a
time. He placed on one pair of shoes then asked me to stand up
and try them out. I couldn't believe how high the heels on them
were. I was now taller than my husband. I wobbled as I walked but
I made it back and had to go thru the sit-down process all over
again. Now I notice there are three of four people watching me 
from across the room. I try to sit down quickly but just like
before, I show off way too much. The shoe salesman tries on both
the other pairs then before he can say anything, my husband says
we will take them.

He then tells me to stay seated for a second. He takes the red pair
of spiked high heels and puts them on my feet. He takes my old
shoes and puts them in the box the red shoes came out of. I stay
seated why Chris pays for everything. Then he comes get me and
we start walking out of the store. I am very wobbly and cannot
walk correctly in these new shoes. I feel like everybody is staring
at me, and I think they really were. I was some sight. A 28 year
old woman, in a tight bright red teenagers skirt, with bright
red 5' stiletto heels. My husband walked me down the mall a little
further and we walked into a makeup shop. He looked around and
picked out a couple tubes of lipstick. Then he saw some samples 
that you could try and he brought one over to me. Put this on so
I can see how it looks. I went to the mirror in the corner then
opened the tube. It was a Maxi Bright red. I started to say 
something but my husband was right there just waiting for me to
talk. DON'T say a word. Just put it on. I applied just a little and
it was bright bright red. I handed it back to him and he said to
finish putting it on. He wanted it darker. I took it back and
applied more than I have ever worn. He was happy now and took the
sample back and put it on the counter. He bought the few sticks
he had picked up and we left. My eyes stayed down on the floor
the whole time. All of a sudden we were going into another store.
It was Fredrick's. I watched as my husband went thru the undies
section. I didn't even want to see what he was buying. He bought
five or six pair and then asked the attendant if it was ok that
I went in and put a pair of the one's he just bought on. She said
sure, be our guest. I guided my wife over to the fitting room and
told her to go in and hand me her undies. She went behind the 
curtain and handed me her red normal undies. I handed her back a
pair and told her to hurry and put them on so we could leave.

I took the pair of undies my husband handed me and gave them
a quick once over. I expected a pair of thin undies or maybe
even a pair of string undies. I couldn't believe what he handed
me. It was a pair of crouch less undies. The entire front and
bottom of the undies were wide open. The backside was there and
my butt was covered. But my pussy from the very top to the very
bottom was wide open. It was like there was nothing there. I
was already very nervous about the skirt I had on but now I was
being forced into these very revealing undies. I had no real
choice as my husband had taken my other undies before he gave
me these. I put them on and dropped my short little skirt down.
As I walked out of the changing room, I could fell the cool
air touching my open pussy. I was strangely also starting to
get very wet down below. I don't know why that was happening 
because it was not something I wanted, but I could feel the
flood gates starting to open with each step I took. I found
Chris looking at some other stuff in the store and he took my
hand and led me out. This time we made it just about to the 
exit of the mall. But at the last moment, Chris pulled me inside
one of those little bar restaurants that most malls have. 
Then we were seated at one of the tables that was right up
front next to the glass front of the building. Chris asked for
those seats on purpose. We could look out and see everybody
walking down the mall. But they could also look in and see
everything we were doing.

We sat down and Chris ordered us a couple drinks. He explained
everything that Walter had told him. He also explained that
Walter getting his own division was about a $30,000 a year
pay raise. Chris had decided he was going to get his own
division also. Whatever it took, he was going to do. And I
was going to become a Kelly if it killed me. I told him I
didn't think I could do this. He looked me dead in the eye
and told me he would make sure I did this. From today on, you
will dress as I want you to and you will slowly start to
open up to people. After a while this won't be so bad to you.
But the one thing I won't take is a no answer while were out
together. At home you can be yourself, wear what you want, do
what you want. But when your out with me and around our friends,
you will do what I expect you to. I listened but couldn't 
believe what he was telling me. After we drank our first beers
Chris ordered another round and he also ordered off the menu.
He didn't ask me what I wanted, he just ordered for both of
us. I had put the napkin from the table on my lap to help 
cover the short dress I had on. Chris saw it right away and
reached down and grabbed it. Don't cover up your cute legs he
snapped. When the next beer came I gobbled it down quickly.
The food was still not out and Chris ordered me another drink.
In front of us was the food court where everybody could sit
and eat all the food from the different vendors. I was 
watching everybody thru the large window right in front of
us. After my drink arrives I take a couple drinks then the
food shows up. 

I start to eat and then Chris does something that starts
to scare me. He takes one of his free hands and puts it
on my leg right below my short skirt's hemline. He has never
held my legs before in public and I flinch a little. I
continue eating then I hear Chris tell me that no matter
what he does, I am to continue eating like nothing is
happening. I am really scared now. I take a few more sips
of my beer and I start back to eating the food he has bought
for me. Then I feel Chris's hand start to pull my leg
towards him. I move the leg towards him but I also move
my other leg towards him also. He squeezes my leg and tells
me to put my other leg back where it was. I start to say
something and he just squeezes a little harder and says
'JUST DO IT'. I put my other leg back where it was and now
my knees about a foot apart. My skirt is only about
two inches below my butt when I'm sitting down. I start
to pull back a little from the table so I can see what my
skirt looks like. With the seats so close to the table I
can't see my skirt or what position it is in. Chris stops
me and tells me to finish eating so we can go home. I
am again starting to shake because I don't know what can
be seen thru the big window right in front of us. Chris's
hand is still on my leg and I try to eat some more food.

I am eating for about five minutes when I feel the pressure
of Chris's hand on my leg. He is pulling it towards him
a little more. My foot slides about six inches towards 
him and now my feet are about a foot and a half apart. I
look at him but know not to say a word. I notice a group
of teenagers at one of the tables in the food courtyard.
They are staring over at our table a lot. In the next few
minutes the table increases from about 3 boys to about 8.
They are between the ages of 14 and 18 it looks like. They
are staring our way and most of them are laughing. I start
to close my legs but Chris applies a lot of pressure with
his hands and tells me not to even think about it. I can't
tell how much they can see but Chris knows. From his angle
he can look down and see my pussy very easily. He knows the
guys out there are getting a very clear shot of my cunt.
I try not to look out the window anymore but about four
or five tables have filled with guys of all ages. They all
seem like they are looking this way. A couple women are also
watching us very closely. I finally tell Chris I can't eat
anymore. He thens says its time to go, and we get up and
he pays the bill.

Now as we are leaving Chris pulls me aside and tells me
this is my reward for the day. He walks me into a jewelry
store and tells me to buy any necklace I want. Just keep
it under $500.00.. I am shocked. He has never bought me
any expensive jewelry before. He tells me he will be back
in about 10 minutes to buy whatever I find that I like.
He kisses me on the cheek and leaves. I am like a girl in
the candy store. I forget about the short skirt, the high
shoes I can't walk in, even the crouch-less undies. I just
start looking for what I want. Why I am looking Chris goes
down to a sun glasses stand and tells the guy he wants to
buy a pair of sunglasses. He wants the type that wraps 
around to block the sun from coming in the side of the 
glasses. Chris picks a really dark pair and pays the guy
for them. Then he walks into the office supply store and
buys some scissors, glue stick and a sheet of black construction
paper. He comes out of the store, cuts the construction paper
to the size of the lenses, and attaches the paper to the
inside of the glasses. Now the glasses look normal from
the outside, but you can't see anything from the inside of
the sunglasses. You can't even look out to the sides of you.

He puts the finished glasses in his pocket and comes back
to pick me up. I found the nicest little diamond necklace
for about $425.00. Chris tells the girl not to wrap it as
I will be wearing it out like everything else he has bought
today. He puts it around my neck and I about pass out. It's
amazing how something like this can make you forget what 
has gone on earlier. He pays for it and we walk out to the
car. It is now about 4pm and the work traffic is just getting
heavy as everybody is on their way home. Chris opens the 
door for me and I get in. There is no easy way to sit down
when your skirt is as short as this one but nobody is around
and I just sort of fall into the seat. Chris walks around
and gets in his side. He starts the car and puts on his
seat belt. Then he reaches over my body and pulls the 
lever on my seat. My seat falls back until it is resting
on the back seat. Chris tells me to lay back. I slowly
lay back in the seat and adjust my dress down the best I
can. Then Chris grabs my right hand and put it on the 
lever on the bottom right side of the seat. He tells me that
I am to hold onto this lever the entire way home. Under no
circumstances am I to let it go. Then he pulls out the 
sunglasses he modified earlier and slips them on my eyes.
I immediately say I can't see anything with these on. 
EXACTLY, he says. You lay back and think of the necklace
you got in there and listen to the music. He turns the
radio up louder than normal and I feel the car start to
pull out of the parking space. I cannot see anything but
a little light coming in from the sides of the glasses.
Other than that I am blind. 

I start doing as Chris said. I start thinking of how nice
the necklace is that he bought for me. I feel him grab
my one free hand that is laying on my skirt sort of
covering it up. He puts it on the console that is between
us and says for me to keep that hand there. Do not move
either hand. As he pulls out into traffic I feel his hand
again being placed right below my skirt. He is rubbing
his hand slowly up and down my leg. He starts to speed up
into traffic and at the same time he places his hand on my
right leg and pushes it until my knee hits the door.
He tells me to keep that knee against the door and do
not let it move. Then I feel his hand back on my other leg
closest to him. He rubs it for about a minute then I feel
him start to drag that leg towards him. He is spreading my
legs wide open. I offer a little resistance but within about
ten seconds he has my other knee over against the drivers 
console. My knees must be about two feet apart. I can't see
anything and I am laying back but I know this must have 
pushed my skirt up a lot. Well, I couldn't see what it did
but Chris could. My skirt had worked it way up to above my
bare crouch. With the crouch-less undies on, I was in full
view to anybody that had the right angle to look down into
the car.

It didn't take long before I felt the car slowing down. Chris
had come to the first of many stop lights on the way home.
I sat there and started to shake. I didn't know how much if
any of me was out on display. The car next to us was a van
and a Woman of about 40 years old was driving it. She was
looking all around and then she glanced over our way. Chris
saw her face stop when it saw me and just freeze there. Chris
acted like he didn't notice her but she just stared at me in
disbelief. The light turned green and Chris took off. The 
fastest way for us to get home was for Chris to get on the
interstate for about 15 minutes. He decided to do this. I
could feel the car speed up a lot and then knew we must be on
the interstate. I knew we were about 15 minutes from home now.

In the rear view mirror Chris saw a long line of military
vehicles coming up behind him. Chris was doing about 70 mph
so he was pulling away from them. He made the decision to
slow down to 50 mph. He moved over into the fast lane and
kept his speed at 50 mph. I then felt his hands rubbing up
and down my leg. Each time his hands would run further up
my leg. He finally hit the point where his hand was running
up against the bottom of my short skirt. He kept running his
hands up and down my legs. But when he hit my skirt line he
didn't stop. He would run his hands up higher. What this did
was push my skirt up another inch or two. It was very subtle
but my skirt was not bunched up very close to my waist. My
legs were as wide apart as Chris could get them in the car.
And I was laid back in the sleeping position and couldn't
see what was going on. 

The Army trucks were just about upon us. I didn't have any
ideal they were coming up beside us. Because Chris decided
to stay in the fast lane, the trucks starting passing us on
the passenger side of the vehicle. The first truck zoomed 
right by without even slowing down. Chris noticed they were
from the Army Base at Fort Bragg. That's about 120 miles or
so from where we were. But the next truck in line was
passing rather quickly when all of a sudden he slowed down
real quickly. He had spotted me in my seat and was keeping
an equal speed with us. Chris kept looking forward but he
noticed the guy talking into a microphone then the guy in
the truck pulled away. The next one came up beside us
and there were two guys in it. Both were looking down into
our car to see me put out on display like I was. I have a
nicely trimmed patch of black hair on my pussy. It was very
easy to spot from the angle they had. Truck after truck
slowly passed and took their turn looking at me. When one
truck passed, the guy had a digital camera and snapped about
five or six pictures before Chris saw what he was doing.
Chris then decided they had seen enough and he speed up
and passed all the trucks. I didn't know anything about what
had happened. I could tell there was some heavy traffic but
I didn't even begin to know what they were seeing.

Right before we got home Chris pushed my legs together, pulled
my skirt down, then told me to take off the glasses. I pushed
my seat back up as we pulled into our driveway. Chris came 
around and opened the door for me and he took all the new
clothes that he bought into the house. I went straight to the
mirror to look at my new necklace. It was beautiful. I also
noticed the wet moisture running down my leg. Before I could
even wipe it off, Chris grabbed me and carried me to the couch.
He said I was the most luscious thing he saw today and he noticed
how wet I was on the way home. He plunged his face into my pussy
and started licking me like there was no tomorrow. He didn't do
that very often because he says the hairs bother him. It took
me a whole three minutes to explode on his tongue. Afterwards, 
I didn't know what to say. I did not enjoy a lot of the things I
had to do today, yet on the other hand, I enjoyed a lot of what
happened today. I had mixed feelings. I was very embarrassed but
very excited. Then every time I thought of the necklace, it was
worth it.

Chris thought to himself after he was done licking his wife's 
pussy. Yep, Walter was right. I should have done this a long
time ago. Take charge, don't let them say no. Then spoil them
for going along. Before long they will love it. And guess what,
I think Michelle will be a little less shy now with all she had
to go thru today. If only she knew my plans for her tomorrow night
with another of her new outfits.......

Continued in part two

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