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WARNING -- this is a piece of erotic literature, intended for adults only.
Do not read further unless you are 18 or older.
   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.
   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.  The story continues...
   The Perfect Wife - Part two (Part one posted 6/29/07)
   The next day Bob and I conversed by phone to plan our next step.  I had
a lot of things I wanted to do, but decided Jan wasn't ready for them.  We
discussed various possibilities and agreed that we didn't want to push her
too far too fast.  Our plan quickly came together and we would use the next
weekend to put it into effect.  Our idea was to get a bit more exposure in
a public place and that another run down the highway might be appropriate,
but this time with more participation from Jan.
   Bob's next email to me (for Jan to read) said that if we continued doing
as he desired he would return Jan's tape and pictures with a solemn promise
that no one would ever see them.  He went on to say that I was to treat Jan
to a nice dinner in a downtown restaurant Friday evening.  Jan was to dress
in a skirt and blouse set, but could not wear any panties or pantyhose.  He
would contact us later with more specific instructions.
   Jan was really nervous about this since, except for the previous
weekend, she never went anywhere without undergarments.  I reminded her of
the consequences and that after last Saturday how much worse could it get.
She finally agreed but said that no way was she going to do anything that
required her to get naked in the restaurant.
   When Friday arrived and we were ready to leave for dinner, I handed her
a box.  When she opened it I told her that since I knew how uncomfortable
she was wearing heels in bare feet, I bought her a pair of thigh-high hose
that would stay up without a garter belt.  She thanked me, and then tried
them on.  She asked how they looked, but I told her it was hard to tell
without seeing the whole package.  She smiled and lifted her skirt until I
could see her pubic hair.  She blushed when I told her just how hot she
looked.  I suggested going upstairs, but she laughed and said she wished we
could but we had to get to the restaurant before she got in trouble.
   As we drove into town, I had my hand up her skirt playing with her.  As
her excitement built, the skirt came higher and her legs opened up to allow
me easier access.  She said how good it felt and asked me to put a finger
in her.  She jumped when I hit her clit.  I played with her until I felt
her start to cum, and then stopped.  She pleaded with me to continue but I
said I wanted to wait until we could both enjoy the moment together.  By
now she had forgotten that she was about to be in public with nothing on
under her skirt.  And the flush of her cheeks was a clear indication that
she was sexually aroused, which is just what I had planned.
   While waiting for a table I ordered double martinis.  We had finished
our second drink and just after being seated at a table, Jan's cell phone
rang.  She answered it, told me it was Bob and handed me the phone.  I told
Jan that he complimented her on how nice she looked.  I answered into the
phone so Jan could hear me that she had not worn panties as he instructed,
but that I had bought her a pair of thigh-highs which he said was ok.  I
nodded into the phone and said that yes, she was wearing a bra, and then
told Jan she was to remove it.  When she returned from the ladies room I
could immediately tell she was now braless.  With each step she took you
could see the sway of her breasts and the movement across the fabric had
caused her nipples to visibly harden.  I couldn't tell if the flush I was
seeing was from embarrassment or excitement, because her nipples are very,
very sensitive.
   As the waiter took our order Jan looked nervously around to see if she
could spot someone watching her, but with no success.  As the waiter left,
I nodded into the phone and told Jan she was to rise up and adjust her
skirt so that her butt was directly on the seat.  She did this with some
difficulty since she didn't want to advertise to others in the restaurant
what she was doing.  I told her he said well done and that she was to put
her napkin next to her plate and lift up her skirt until the hem was
sitting in her lap, cross her ankles, and to let her legs open up.  Tears
started to show in her eyes as she complied.  As she sat there with her
knees about a foot apart, I tried to console her by saying that she wasn't
really showing anything but the tops of her legs, even though I could see
wisps of red pubic hair peeking out from under the hem of her skirt.  She
nodded her head and dried her tears.
   When the waiter brought the salad, he couldn't help but notice the
expanse of skin Jan's showing above Jan's hose.  His eyes lit up when he
looked over at me as I gave him a slight nod.  I knew we were going to get
special service the rest of the night.  Jan's eyes were on her plate, but I
finally got her to start talking to me and she appeared to be forgetting
the state of her skirt.
   I nodded into the phone and told her to unbutton her blouse.  Her eyes
pleaded with me and I began speaking into the phone.  I told her that I had
convinced him to not have her completely unbutton but would be happy with
the top two buttons.  With a big sigh of relief, she happily complied.  I
had learned earlier that if you push someone over the line, then retreat a
bit they are generally inclined to comply with the easier request.  This is
what we had done with Jan.
   Undoing the first button exposed her cleavage.  The second button was a
few inches below the bottom of her breasts and clearly showed she was
wearing no bra when sitting straight up.  When bent forward, the blouse
opened up and exposed her entire breast.  I had to adjust my pants to make
room for an enormous erection.
   I saw the waiter coming with our food.  I nodded again into the phone
and told Jan to put her elbows and hands on the table and stay that way
until after the waiter left.  As she hesitantly complied, her blouse
dropped away in front, giving the waiter a bird's eye view of her front all
the way down to her waist.  Her face was flush and she kept her eyes on her
plate.  The waiter flashed me an OK sign with his fingers as he served the
food.
   When the waiter left I spoke into the phone saying that I was sure Jan
would appreciate that and that I would pass on his instructions for the
next day and hung up.  When she asked what was going on I told her that Bob
was impressed with her willingness to comply with his wishes and as a
reward she could button up the lower button, but she was to pull the sides
of her skirt a bit higher, which would clearly exposed her pussy.  She
didn't want to do this, but finally agreed when I mentioned that with the
table cloth the way it was, the only person who would be able to see
anything would be the waiter.  When the waiter came back he almost dropped
the dessert menu as he took in Jan's position.  Jan turned all shades of
red as we put in our order.  She was required to leave her skirt as is, as
she received instructions for the next day..
   When she hung up the phone she said she was to dress in the same
sundress she had on the first day she had been exposed, no underwear, and
the next morning at 9 am we were to drive South on the interstate.  He
would contact us and give directions as to what he wanted.  The time we
picked was based on the time the sun would provide maximum side light into
the car.  Jan was also to remove all pubic hair except for a one-inch wide
stripe above, but not touching her slit.  I was also to turn my CB on so
she could hear what was being said about her as we passed other truckers.
She was also given the usual warning of what would happen if she refused.
Over the rest of dinner Jan and I discussed what was being done to her at
length.  I pointed out that except for flashing a few people, no harm was
being done and that we should continue to agree to his demands providing we
didn't have to pull the car into a secluded spot at any point along the
highway.  I also said that at any time she wanted to stop, I would support
her decision.  She thought about it for some time, but finally agreed.  I
told her I would help her get ready for tomorrow morning.
   When we got home I ran a bath for her and let her soak for about a half
hour, making sure she had a couple glasses of wine while relaxing in the
tub.  Before she got out, I lathered up her pussy and shaved it according
to the directions.  We were amazed at how young the shaving made her look.
I immediately got hard and told Jan that I would treat her to a massage and
rub down.  As you can imagine, I spent a lot of time on her pussy.  Between
eating her out and fucking, we had a fabulous time and didn't give the next
morning much thought.
   I woke up early the next morning eagerly anticipating the morning's
events.  I let Jan sleep in a bit then woke her and told her we needed to
get ready.  I fixed her breakfast and started her in on mimosas.  She drank
almost the entire bottle of Champaign without realizing it.  She showered
and I got out the sundress she had come home from the beach in.  I told her
she didn't really have to do this and I was sure we could weather the storm
that would follow.  She said no, she was all right with it, and this would
go by before we realized it.  By the time we got ready to go, Jan had a
slight buzz on from the mimosas.  I gave her a glass of wine in a go cup
with a couple shots of vodka to drink to further relax her.  I had already
filled Bob in what I wanted Jan to do and I knew we would be pushing the
envelope.  We got out on the highway heading south.  I saw Bob's truck in
the rest area as we went by and watched as he pulled out behind us.
   I slowed down slightly to let him catch up and then heard him on the CB
asking if we were ready to play.  My wife looked at me and nodded.  I
flashed my brakes and waited for his call.  I expected him to call my cell
phone, but he chose to use the CB to communicate with us, realizing
everyone in range would be able to hear what was going down.  It was still
rather early so he told me to pull into the center lane so he could come up
beside us, which I did.  He told Jan she looked really nice this morning
and told her to nod her head if she was ready to begin, which she did.  He
had her open her window, put on her sunglasses and lay her seat completely
back.  He then had her turn her head to him, smile, and slowly unbutton her
dress to her waist.  She hesitated for a few moments then began fumbling as
she started on the buttons.  When she finally got them undone he told her
to open her top until both breasts were exposed.  We heard other truckers
asking where we were located and Bob relayed our position and speed.  He
told them to speed up or slow down and he would share his treasures with
them.  Jan's face was red.  She had heard the entire conversation and
realized she would be on display for everyone we came across.  I also
sensed she was somewhat excited by being forced to expose herself because
of a change in her breathing pattern.
   He then told her to start playing with her breasts until the nipples
stood out hard.  It only took a few minutes because she gets very excited
when her nipples get manipulated.  He then had her unbutton her dress the
rest of the way and open up the sides so she was completely exposed.  This
was exactly the position she had been in a couple weeks earlier.  The then
had her pull the sides together from the waist down, slip the dress off her
arms, let her top drop down around her waist, and for her to start rubbing
her own breasts, pinching them to make the nipples stand out farther.  I
could tell from the color that was coming into her cheeks and the fact she
was breathing still faster that Jan was being turned on.  He told us to
fall in behind his truck and to follow him down the highway.
   Jan didn't understand why until he swung into the center lane and began
calling down the highway to trucks in front of him to see the sweet package
in the four-wheeler at his back door.  Jan could hear the complements she
was getting as we passed truck after truck and with the alcohol she had
taken was beginning to lose her inhibitions and to enjoy the attention. 
This went on for a few miles and he again pulled back into the right lane
and told us to come up beside him.  When we were pacing him he told Jan to
pull her dress back open and lay back as if asleep.  This went on for a
couple of minutes then he had her spread her legs for him.  Jan didn't
realize it, but she was doing what I had done to her the week before only
now it was her, not me doing it.
   After we had traveled for a few more miles he told her to pull her dress
out from underneath her and to throw it into the back seat.  She was
hesitant for a couple of seconds until Bob told her to DO IT and she did.
She was lying there totally naked, exposed to this stranger telling her
what to do.  He had her smile and wave at him while he was capturing the
entire thing on his hidden camcorder.  He had us fall in behind him again
and we went through the follow him routine again, only this time he slowed
as he passed each truck asking how they liked his little slave girl.  It
seemed like every trucker was begging him to have us pull off the road so
they could fuck her.  This embarrassed Jan even more and she kept her head
turned toward me.  Every once in a while he would tell Jan over the CB to
wave at his buddy and blow him a kiss, which she reluctantly did.  After a
few more miles he pulled back to the right and had us come along side
again. This time he had Jan start playing with herself, inserting first
one, and then two, then three fingers in her.  He then told her to start
rubbing her clit until she came.  It only took about three or four minutes
and she went into an orgasm.  Her butt came off the seat and she started
screaming that she was coming until fluid filled her hand.  I am sure Bob
was capturing her voice as well as the video.
   Bob then told her to take my cock out, kneel on the front seat with her
butt toward the window, then to give me a blowjob until I came.  I had
never come in her mouth before, but Bob insisted that he better see cum
coming out of her mouth when I was done or she would not be happy with
being put out to walk on the highway in her present state.  I was so
excited that it didn't take me any time at all before I was shooting my
load into Jan's mouth.  She didn't swallow it all, but she was a trooper in
her efforts.
   When she was finished she lay back in her seat and Bob again
congratulated her on a job well done, but there was one more thing she was
to do.  We were to drive on ahead down the road and keep him advised of the
mile markers as we went.  When we were three miles ahead of him he would
tell us to pull over.  I was to pop open the trunk.  Jan was to get her
dress from the back seat, get out of the car, go to the trunk and put her
dress in it.  She was then to bend over as if searching for something until
he passed us, at which time she could get back in the car, but without her
dress.  She initially said she wouldn't do it, but I reminded her of the
consequences and said she would only be there a maximum of two to three
minutes.  She wasn't happy about it, but she did it.  I was glad we were
not the cause for an accident because people sure took their eyes off the
road as they went by honking their horns.
   Bob went by and said we were free to return home, but with her dress in
the trunk.  She would not be allowed to get dressed until she was in our
house.  He said he would have someone watching to make sure she followed
his instructions.  I took advantage of Jan's state of mind and lack of
dress to play with her pussy all the way home.  I think she realized I was
slowing down as I passed each truck but didn't voice any objection.  When
we got home she was so excited we never made it past the entry way.  She
grabbed me and said she had to have me in her right then and right there.
She put her legs around my waist and we fucked standing up with her pushed
against the wall.  After we were finished I asked her how she felt.  She
said she was nervous at first, but that the drinks and the excitement began
to get to her and she was experiencing sensations she had never felt
before. She was feeling more alive than she had in a very long time.  I
tried to hide my smile and said I was glad she was becoming more
comfortable with the situation and that I was sure that in short order we
would be free again.  She said she thought she would take a relaxing bath
and take a nap.  I brought Jan a glass of wine to enjoy with her bath and
let her sleep for about an hour, taking pictures of her naked form as she
slept.
   *****************to be continued************************** 
  
My Perfect Wife - Part 2