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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 for which he has allowed me to write this story.  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.  BTW, I ended up being one of the neighbors in the
story.
   The Perfect Wife - Part one
   My wife, Jan, and I have been married for 7 years.  We are both 28 years
old.  She is an extremely attractive natural redhead who measures 36-24-35,
with between a B and C cup, depending on the time of month, flat belly that
indents from her hip bones, a narrow waist, and when laid back has a very
prominent pubic mound.  In other words, she is a very hot dish for which I
am extremely lucky.  She comes from a very strict Catholic upbringing and
was a virgin when we got married.  Because of her upbringing she was very
prudish in her behavior, even to the point that on our wedding night she
was reluctant to let me see her naked.  She is now a changed woman because
of what happened about a year ago.
   We had been on vacation in the Carolinas and had thoroughly enjoyed a
week of frolicking at the beach.  Even at secluded beaches with no one
around I was unable to get Jan to loosen up for a little petting.  She said
that there was no way I would get her to go topless on the beach and that
our sex games would have to be restricted to the bedroom.  Near the end of
our vacation we got caught out in a summer rain and Jan ended up coming
down with a cold.  The day we were due to go home she was really suffering
from a stuffy nose so I went to the pharmacy to get some cold medicine.  I
picked up various cold products so Jan could have a comfortable ride back
North.  I gave her a couple teaspoons of Formula 44 and a couple of cold
tablets.  I wasn't worried about the warning on the labels that they could
make you drowsy since I normally drove.  What I didn't realize when I gave
her the cold tablets was that the instructions said to only take one every
12 hours.  When we started home we had about a three-hour drive before
reaching the Interstate.  It wasn't long into the ride that Jan said she
was tired and was going to lay back and rest.  Before getting on the
interstate, I stopped at a gas station for a couple of sodas.  I had
trouble waking her and when I did she sounded drunk.  However, I thought it
time to give her a couple more cold tablets, which seemed to be keeping her
breathing clear.  We had been on the interstate for about 30 minutes when I
noticed that Jan was really out of it.  I became a little concerned and
tried to wake her, but she was dead to the world.  It was then that I
decided to fulfill a fantasy of mine and see if I could expose her to the
truck traffic going up the highway.  I always traveled with a CB radio so I
figured I could hear what truckers reactions would be to seeing a little
flesh.
   It was a warm summer day and Jan was wearing one of her sundresses that
buttoned down the front.  I opened the windows and initially raised the hem
of her dress until her panties could be clearly seen.  Just exposing her
panties gave me such a hard on I thought I was going to cum in my pants.  I
then unbuttoned her top to expose her bra.  Jan still had not moved so
after a bit I decided to completely unbutton her dress which left her
laying there in bra and panties.  We traveled up the highway for a few
miles this way, slowing up as I passed trucks.  A couple remarked on the
seat cover in a four-wheeler that matched my car.  I decided to see how far
I could push this situation so I pulled off at the next rest area, far
enough away from the restroom facilities that I would not be noticed.  I
again tried to wake Jan - nothing.  I went around to the passenger side,
opened Jan's door and removed her bra and panties.  I was initially
thinking of leaving her laying out nude but was concerned she would wake up
and really bitch me out.  I put her dress back on set her sunglasses on her
face, turned her head toward me, and pulled back out on the highway.  As I
got back on the highway I heard these two truckers talking away and decided
to see if I could locate them to fulfill my fantasy.  It took me a couple
of miles to learn the identities of the trucks and soon saw them up ahead
of me.
   I reached over and unbuttoned the buttons on Jan's dress down to her
waist and enough buttons on the bottom to expose a lot of leg.  I had not
exposed her breasts, but the gap in her dress was enough so you could see
she was not wearing a bra and the opening of her dress was just below where
here pussy could be seen.  I drove slowly past the first truck I came too
and lingered long enough to give him a view of my wife.  His call sign was
Virginia Gentleman, and as I moved out I heard him tell his partner that an
interesting sight would be coming up on his left so he should be paying
attention.  He also stated that it would have been a much better sight if
there was a bit more exposure.  Before reaching the second truck, I pulled
opened the sides of her dress so that her breasts were completely exposed.
As we passed the second truck I heard him whistle and admire the set of
headlights that were staring him in the face and how really mouth watering
her nipples looked.  Well this set off the Virginia Gentleman because he
said he didn't see any tits when we went by him and it was a shame he
missed the sight.  I smiled and decided to slow down and pull in behind the
second truck, waiting for the first one to catch up.  I unzipped my pants,
took out my cock, which by now was fully erect, and wrapped Jan's hand
around it.  I waited until the first truck passed me and proceeded to
follow it, moving her hand up and down my shaft as if she was playing with
me.  As I came next to the cab of the second truck, I heard him tell his
buddy to slow down so he could have a better show.  He must have noticed
that I had a CB antenna and said that if I could hear him he would sure
appreciate it if I would unbutton the rest of her dress.  I thought about
it a couple of seconds and decided to do it.  I released Jan's hand and
reached over and unbuttoned the rest of her dress while pacing the truck.
When I finished, I pulled the dress apart so she was lying completely
naked. I still remember the sun shining in and lighting up her red bush so
it looked like it was on fire.  And her hair was so fine that with the
sunlight you could easily see where her slit began.  I was then asked to
spread her legs so he could get a good look at her goodies.  I dropped back
and pulled off the side of the road.  It took some effort, but I was
finally able to get her right knee up against the door panel and her left
knee against the center console, got back on the road and caught up to the
two trucks.
   I then crept up on each truck, giving them sufficient time to check out
my wife.  I then took her hand and put it on her pussy and proceeded to put
her finger inside her.  I was surprised to find that her pussy was moist
and the more I moved her hand back and forth, the wetter she became.  I was
then asked to spread open her pussy lips so they could see the pink inside.
I slowed back down and with her pussy wide open slowly passed both trucks
again giving them plenty of time to take in the sights.  It was at this
time that I got concerned that she might wake up from getting excited and
decided to pull back and regroup.  I rearranged Jan's dress so that it
buttoned at the waist, but with her pussy and right breast still showing,
and put her hand back on my swollen cock.  I then returned to the side of
the truck and continued moving Jan's hand up and down until I shot my load.
Once I was done, I picked up speed and pulled away from the trucks.  The
truck driver said thanks until we meet again.  After I got away from the
initial trucks, I left her exposed to the trucks the entire way up the
highway.  There were many, many appreciative truckers that day.  Jan was
still out when we got home, so I carried her in and put her to bed.  When
she woke up in the morning she had no recollection of the ride home for
which I was extremely thankful.  I knew that if she found out she would be
really, really pissed.  I just hoped I would be presented with an
opportunity like that again some time.
   I didn't understand the context of the truck driver's message about
"until we meet again" until about a week later when I received a package in
the mail with instructions to review the contents when I was alone and that
I would be contacted later.  When I did I was shocked to see that the
entire incident on the road with the first truckers had been videotaped.  I
didn't know what to do and decided to just wait until I heard from my
blackmailer.  The next couple of days I spent in agony trying to decide
what to do.  I received a second package and in this package was a series
of pictures that had been obviously made from the tape.  It not only had
pictures of my naked wife, but also had pictures of my wife leaving the
house, getting in and out of the same car I had been driving, shopping and
coming out of church.  The note said that if I didn't agree to do whatever
he told me he would release both the video and pictures to the Internet,
send copies to her parents, members of her church group, and her neighbors.
I realized that Jan would die if that happened and that my marriage might
be down the toilet.  If I agreed I was to contact him by email.  I talked
to a friend and he gave me some suggestions.  His ideas intrigued me.  The
more I thought about it the more I thought I could get my wife to forgive
me since we were really, really in love with each other and she always said
that my sex drive was going to get me in trouble one of these days.
   By now a plan had begun to form in my devious mind as I thought over
suggestions on how to turn this situation to my advantage.  I decided to
answer the blackmailer, but my answer was not what he was expecting.  I
told him that I would refuse to be blackmailed, but that together we might
be able to force my wife into becoming more like the wife I always dreamed
of having.  The first part of the plan would be to get Jan to accept her
situation and to go along with our demands, providing I was there to ensure
her safety.  He emailed me back that the deal wasn't what he expected, but
that he liked the idea and would cooperate with me to gain control over my
wife.  He said he would be capturing everything that happened from here on
out by camcorder and digital pictures.  I agreed providing that they were
for our own use and would not be let out publicly and he agreed.  The next
step was to approach my wife.
   I decided that just coming out with the whole mess would not go over
well.  So I decided to take Jan out to a nice restaurant for a good meal,
consume a couple bottles of wine, and then confess what I had done.  Wine
has always affected her in that it seemed to make her horny and much more
of a "fun" person.  When she was sufficiently loosened up from the wine I
told my story.  I could see the color drain out of her face and the anger
begin to take hold.  I didn't say anything about the packages yet, but let
her vent at me about how I could have done such a thing.  I explained how
much I loved her and had always fantasized about her being naked besides me
outdoors and having sex games.  I went on to explain that since she was
completely out of it, I didn't see the harm and I didn't think she would
ever know about it.  It took a while, but after a couple more glasses of
wine, I finally calmed her down to where she said she had not forgiven me,
but understood why I had done it.  At this point I knew I had won half the
battle, but the hardest part was yet to come.  Once we got over that part I
said that I had only told her a part of the story, but she would have to
wait until we got home to hear the rest.  She didn't understand and
persisted, but I told her that it would be a lot clearer and easier to
explain if she waited.  She finally agreed.
   When we got home I showed her the videotape and the note I had received
from the blackmailer.  She was completely beside herself.  She definitely
did not want any of the pictures or tape to be made public and asked me
what we should do.  I said we could go to the police, but then everything
would be made public.  She rejected that option at once.  She definitely
did not want the police involved.  I then suggested I email the blackmailer
and see what it was he wanted to get the tape and pictures back.  We
discussed the ramifications of what this decision might be.  She finally
said she would do almost anything necessary to keep the material private,
which was exactly the position I was hoping she would take.  I promised her
that whatever we had to do, I would be at her side.
   Armed with this, I emailed the sender of the package, who I now
considered my accomplice.  I told him what I thought would be a good first
test and where we should do it.  He agreed and said I would be receiving an
appropriate email shortly that I could show to Jan.  When it arrived, I
immediately took it to Jan to see.  It basically stated that this would be
a test to see if we were serious about keeping the pictures private.  Jan
was to select her shortest dress and on Saturday, we were to go to a
restaurant at a mall across town.  We were to sit on high-back stools at a
bench-type table overlooking the food court.  I was to email him our cell
phone numbers and he would contact us with further instructions.  He gave
us the time to be there and warned that if we failed his test we knew the
consequences.  Jan and I talked it over and decided that what was being
asked was not too bad, especially since we would be in a public place.  We
went to her closet to select a dress.  The shortest one she had was an
A-line dress with a hemline that came about 3 inches above her knees.  She
had worn this one before and didn't feel too conspicuous in it.  Bra,
panties, hose, and low heels completed the outfit.  Jan then waited
nervously for Saturday.
   Before leaving for the mall on Saturday, I suggested that Jan have a
couple glasses of wine to ease her nerves.  She agreed.  I poured a large
glass of wine, but added a couple shots of vodka.  She didn't notice the
taste difference in either glass.  By the time we reached the mall, she had
mellowed out a bit.  We got to the restaurant a little ahead of time and
got seated where we were instructed.  Since it was around noontime, we
ordered a sandwich and a glass of wine.  From where we were seated we were
a floor above and could see the entire food court below us.  Of course,
everyone below could easily see those of us seated at the window tables. 
When Jan sat down, her skirt rode another couple of inches up her legs, but
she was careful to keep her knees together so no one below could see up her
skirt.  We had just started to eat when my cell phone rang.  It was Bob
(the truck driver who was now working with me).  He asked if we were ready
and I said we were.  I passed the phone to Jan.  She listened for a couple
of seconds and passed the phone back.  She said he warned her of what would
happen if she failed to follow his directions.  I put the phone up to my
ear and nodded as if getting instructions.  I then turned to Jan told her
that she was to scoot forward on her seat, raise he skirt up a few inches
and let her knees fall open so he could see what she was wearing.  The
extra couple inches put her skirt a little more than halfway up her thighs.
She initially opened her knees a couple of inches, but I told her he wanted
them opened about a foot.  She should also keep her feet on the rung of the
stool.  She hesitated a few moments then did what he asked, continually
scanning the food court to see if anyone was watching.  I told her to drink
more of her wine and relax.  I assured her that no harm was being done so
she should act like nothing was wrong.  After about a minute I nodded into
the phone again and told Jan that she was to go to the restroom and remove
her hose and return.  She did, passing me her hose so I could put them in
my pocket.  She got back on the stool and was instructed to resume her
previous position.  As she sat there she noticed a few people looking up
and it was obvious from their pointing that they could clearly see her
panties.  I spoke into the phone, nodded my agreement and told Jan she was
to raise her skirt further up her legs and start swinging her knees open
and closed.  Her skirt was now a good foot above her knees.  In the open
position her legs spread about a foot and a half apart.  Jan tried to
ignore the fact that more people below were becoming aware of her position
and could clearly see her white panties as her legs opened.  This went on
for about 5 minutes.  I nodded into the phone again, and then told Jan she
was to go back into the restroom and remove her panties and bring them back
to me.  She said she would rather not.  I passed this information onto Bob
who told me to remind her of what would happen if she didn't.  She really
didn't want to do it, but when I said he was beginning to get really
impatient with her and wouldn't take much more of her delaying tactics, she
did.  When she returned, she sat there with her knees together while I put
her panties on the table against the window with the menu behind them so
that people in the restaurant would not see what was going on.  I spoke
into the phone to advise that she had done what he desired.  I then told
Jan she was to shift forward again, raise her skirt up to where they were
before and resume swinging her knees open and closed.  After a couple of
minutes of this I told her she was to swing her knees as wide as she could
and leave them that way while keeping her feet on the rungs of the stool.
She about died of embarrassment, but did what she was told.  By now, many
more people were looking up and Jan realized that many were aware that her
display was not accidental, having seen her wearing panties just a short
while earlier.  She was trying to carefully to keep her eyes on the table
or straight ahead, so I nodded my head as if getting further instructions
and told to look down and briefly make eye contact with those who were
staring up at her.  I then told her to reach under her skirt and tell me if
she was wet.  She was beet red as she did this and was embarrassed to admit
that she was.  I told her the last thing she was to do was put one finger
in her pussy and give it to me to suck on.  When that was done she could
close her legs and we could go home.  She looked around, let her hand drop
between her legs, quickly inserted her finger inside herself and offered
her finger to me.  I took it completely into my mouth, let her slide it
out, and then licked my lips as I inhaled her aroma.  She then quickly
closed her legs, tugged down on her skirt, and got up to leave.  In her
hurry to leave the restaurant she didn't notice that I left her panties on
the table.
   On the way home I asked how she felt.  She told me her emotions were all
screwed up.  On one hand she was totally in shock about what she had been
forced to do, but on the other she felt a certain tinge of excitement about
what had happened.  I reached under her skirt and felt that her pussy was
totally drenched, her pussy lips had pulled back to expose the opening to
her vagina and her clit stuck out like a little nub.  I took the
opportunity to begin massaging her clit.  She reclined her seat a bit and I
played with her clit until she had a huge orgasm.  As she lay there
recovering, I lifted the bottom of her skirt until she was exposed and
continued to play with her, running my fingers up and down her slit,
inserting two fingers into her while rubbing her clit with my thumb.  The
excitement she was feeling made her oblivious to the fact that we were on
the beltway, putting on a show for everyone we passed that could see into
our car.  I stopped when she had her second orgasm, but left her exposed
until she finally sat up.  She asked what I thought would happen next, to
which I replied I was sure we would find out soon enough.
   I wanted to build on the progress we had made to date so I planned the
next event to happen the next day.  The next afternoon I told Jan that I
was going out to hit a few golf balls, and would be back in about an hour.
After I left I called Bob and told him to call my wife on her cell phone.
He was to congratulate her on passing Saturday's test and this was to be
her second test.  I was sure she would protest that I was not there, but he
was to assure her she would not be leaving her property.  Meanwhile, I had
parked around the block, removed my digital camera, and hid in the bushes
surrounding our house.  When Jan got the call from Bob she was initially
frightened.  After he got her calmed down he asked what she was wearing. 
She told him she was wearing her cleaning smock, bra and panties.  He told
her to remove her smock and to go out into the back yard.  He said he was
in a position to see if she was following his directions and wanted to see
her walking around the backyard in her bra and panties.  She realized she
was at risk of being observed from some of our neighbors even though much
of our backyard is fairly well hidden.  She pointed this out to him, but he
asked if she would prefer he require her to walk out the front door and
walk around the block.  She chose the back yard.  While she was walking
around, she was instructed to remove her bra, followed shortly by her
panties.  She was then told that she really needed to get on her hands and
knees to remove the dandelions that were in the grass, making sure that all
were removed.  She was then to lie out on the lounge chair and take some
sun.  While she was doing this, I was busy snapping dozens of pictures.  I
repositioned myself so I could see the front of the house.  When Jan came
back in the house she was then directed to open the front room curtains and
to stand in the bow bay window for 5 minutes looking out into the street.
If she saw anyone coming she was not to move out of the window.  My idea
was to get her used to being naked and more so naked in places where she
might be seen.  From where I was hidden, I got some outstanding shots of my
wife in the bay window.  I especially liked the one with her feet apart and
her hands pushing her hair back over her head.  Bob told her she did good
and had successfully passed his second test.  When I got home she told me
what had happened and was relieved that none of the neighbors noticed.  I
decided that her behavior needed to be rewarded so I took her into the
local mall, let her pick out a piece of jewelry, went to an expensive
restaurant, and had a very relaxing evening.  That evening in bed she was
very appreciative.
   ******************to be continued********************* 
  
My Perfect Wife - Part 1