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   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
hope you enjoy reading this as much as I have in putting it together. 
Parts 1 and 2 can be found under authors, mikem00007.
   Perviously - Jan's exposure on the highway leads to an attempt to
blackmail her to meeting the Virginia Gentleman's demands.  However, Jan's
husband sees this as the opportunity to gain control over her.  Jan has
been forced to expose herself in the restaurant overlooking the food court
in a local mall, a local restaurant, and finally a much more participatory
exposure on the highway.  The story continues...
   The Perfect Wife - Part three
   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.  It basically consisted of an off the
shoulder top with puffy sleeves and left a bare section between the top and
skirt.  She laughed remembering how I liked the fact that the top did not
allow her to wear a bra, and that when I spun her the skirt would 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 and rum.  In the few hours we were basking in the sun she
downed the entire batch, never realizing that I was not drinking.  Whenever
I got the chance, I would strum my fingers across her nipples, or run my
hand up her legs to lightly touch her pussy.  The more she drank, the more
brazen I became.  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 have the desired effect.  On the way to
the restaurant I pulled her against me and put my hand down her top,
playing with her breasts the entire trip.  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 left 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 they knew what was
going on under her skirt.  I continued playing with her pussy until I
sensed she was on the verge of an orgasm and stopped, time after time.  She
began begging to go home so I could finish what I had started.  I kept
putting her off and promised her the wait would be well worth it.  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.  Every time she
started to seriously hump me I would push her away.  As we danced 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 bare butt 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.  The song ended before she reached orgasm and 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 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 lifted 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 tremendous 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
skirt 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 more than slightly exposed.  I adjusted her seat back
so it lay completely back which caused the seat belt to raise the skirt to
her waist.  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.  I told him I
had seen what he had done on the dance floor and would he mind if I got a
picture of him with his tongue in her pussy.  We quickly unbuckled the seat
belt, removed her skirt, and turned her so her feet were spread outside the
door.  While I put her skirt in the trunk and took out my camera, John had
gotten down in front of her and began lapping up her juices.  I snapped
picture after picture of him eating out my wife until she grabbed his head
and reached another orgasm.  We laid her back on the seat and buckled her
in, naked from the waist on down.  John 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, but with a contented smile on her face.
   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 John with the front of her skirt pulled up until she had
what looked to be a fantastic orgasm.  I didn't tell her about what
happened in the parking lot.  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 completely happy with the fact that some other man had caused her to
reach a climax, and that I actually found myself excited watching her
enjoyment.  I went on to say that as long as I was with her, I had no
problem with anything she wanted to do.  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
knee 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.
   *****************to be continued**************************
   
  
My Perfect Wife - Part 3