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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 through 6 can be located in the authors section under 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.  In part four, Jan's exposure is exploited by a
stranger at a local club where is treated to an orgasm on the dance floor,
in part five Jan gets her first view of a theater showing a porno film, and
in part six Jan is fucked for the first time in a public dance club.  In
the last episode, Jan wins a local strip contest - The story continues...
   The Perfect Wife - Part seven
   The next day, promptly at 11, Jan showed up at my office.  We went to a
mall a couple stops away on the metro.  We went from store to store until
we found what I wanted at The Gap.  I was amused about the store's name as
it was so appropriate for what I wanted to do - show Jan's gap.  For
today's adventure I selected a mid-thigh pleated school girl skirt with a
very loose fitting v-neck button down blouse.  It was the type of blouse
that when bent over gave a totally unrestricted view of a girl's breasts
all the way down to her waist.  While we were there I also selected a
straight-lined micro-mini dress that zippered down the back.  I told her to
try on the skirt and blouse outfit, no bra or panties.  It was perfect.  A
pair of dark glasses completed the outfit.  I then explained my plan to
her. Since we were way before the rush hour the trains only had a few
riders and by selecting the last car we would generally find the target I
would be looking for.  The idea was that she would take the last seat at
the back of the train, kick off her heels and turn sideways in her seat
with her knees drawn up and skirt tucked in under her.  It was just the
pose that would attract attention without giving anything away.  With her
sunglasses on she would lean her head back against the window.  And when I
gave her the sign she would let her head tilt as if asleep and let the
rocking of the train slowly dislodge one leg so it fell to the floor in
front of her.  Given the shortness of the skirt and the bent position of
her knee, the skirt should ride up and her entire pelvic area would become
exposed.  I would take it from there.  She just had to remain "asleep". 
She thought the idea delicious and could hardly wait to put it into action.
She kept the skirt and blouse set on and we went back to my office to drop
off her packages.  The next stop - the metro.
   We caught the blue line that would give us about a 45-minute ride to the
other part of the city.  We boarded the last car and Jan took the last seat
in the back.  I took the seat in front of her.  She got in position and the
train moved out.  It only took a couple stops for a person to board that
took the seat directly across from Jan.  He looked to be in his fifties. 
He looked over at Jan for a few seconds then began reading his paper.  I
was hoping he would be on the train for a few stops and I cleared my
throat, which was the signal for Jan to fall asleep.  I had turned in my
seat with my arm over the back admiring the cut of Jan's exposed legs.  The
guy across tried not to notice, but I could see him stealing glances from
time to time.  Jan did even better than I expected.  On one particular
curve, she let her outer knee swing over until it made contact with the
back of my seat.  This caused an exposure much greater than I expected with
her leg on the floor.  In that position the skirt slid up to her waist,
leaving her totally exposed and her slit opened about a quarter inch.  I
loudly inhaled which caused the guy to look over.  He had a much better
view than I and he was completely mesmerized.  I changed my seat to be in
front of him so I could enjoy the better view.  I commented to him about
how tasty the girl looked.  He dropped the paper in his lap to hide the
erection that had popped up.  I suggested we wake her up, but he said why
ruin a good thing.  I commented on the fact that she really looked out of
it.  I shifted back to my original seat and quietly tried to awaken her by
calling, "miss!" Of course, she didn't respond.  I then told the guy I
wondered just how out of it she was, so I reached over the seat and put my
hand on her knee.  No response.  I lifted the hem of her skirt so the whole
thing dropped back around her waist.  Again, no response.  I then reached
for the top button of her blouse and loosened it.  The other guy was
initially opposed to this, but quieted down when I loosened the second,
then third.  The train eased into the next station, but no one got on.  I
took the opportunity when the train started out to loosen the button on the
skirt and pull the front of the blouse out from the skirt.  I then finished
loosening the buttons and spread the blouse wide open.  Jan was now
complete exposed and I could see from her pussy opening the moisture
beginning to show.
   I touched her breast and Jan let out a moan.  The guy was petrified she
would wake up and begin yelling rape, but when nothing happened he quieted
down.  I then reached down and put my hand over her cunt and gently pressed
my middle finger into the opening that was spreading wider.  Jan responded
with another moan and moved her hand to cover mine.  She squeezed her knees
together then released them.  This time her leg dropped to the floor.  I
gently removed my hand from under hers and pulled the skirt up above her
waist.  I then placed my hand over Jan's, push her finger into her pussy
and started moving her hand back and forth.  Her other hand I put on her
breast.  I then suggested we move up to the center of the train and watch
from there.  I offered the opinion that she would wake up in that condition
and think she had done it herself.  We of course could always testify to
that affect if ever questioned.  As we left I whispered she was free to get
herself off, wake up when her orgasm began, then realize where she was and
begin a rapid recovery.  It happened just that way and when she sat up she
looked at us in a coy way.  We both smiled.  The guy got off a few stops
later and I went back to sit with Jan.  She commented on how much fun she
had and said it was a shame we didn't have pictures to remember it by.  I
told her that was a great idea and that maybe another time we could
recreate it on film.  We reached the end of the line and started back.  We
pulled it off one more time on the way back.  When we got back to my
office, Jan said she was totally excited and locked my door.  Disregarding
the fact that the next office building was less than 100 feet away and that
my blinds were open, Jan stood in the window and got undressed.  She pushed
me in my chair and eased herself down on my cock with her back to me, but
facing the window.  The fact that no less than five offices noticed her
activities spurred her on.  When she finished she got dressed and said she
would see me for dinner.
   Bob called on Thursday and said we were on for the next night.  He
explained that a friend of his owned a bar and had come up with a unique
idea for generating business.  He called it naked waitress night.  The idea
was he had a couple girls come in on Friday nights, get naked, and would
draw and serve beers to their customers.  Their customers were not supposed
to manhandle the girls, but the older ones seemed to get a grope or two in
during the evening.  He thought this would be a good experience for Jan,
besides it paid $50 an hour plus tips.  I decided not to tell Jan about the
plan until we got to the bar.  When we did arrive at the bar, she saw the
naked waitress announcement and asked what that was all about.  I then
proceeded to explain her role for the remainder of the evening.  The place
was packed and the cheers went up when Jan stripped next to the bar.  The
owner showed her how to draw a beer and said she was to take orders and
deliver them to the tables in the bar.  She was free to be as friendly as
she would like, but that sex in the bar was not an option.  He said the
friendlier she got, the bigger the tips.  Well for the next four hours, Jan
and the other girl working with her were kept hopping.  Jan seemed to be
the favorite because she did not object when the guys touched her breasts
or ran their hands between their legs.  Once in a while she was invited to
sit on someone's lap that seemed to turn the both of them on.
   By 11 pm Jan was visibly tired and I decided to call it quits.  I had
taken many, many pictures during the evening to add to my growing
collection.  Everyone wanted her to stay, but we declined, collected our
stuff and departed.  Jan counted up the money she had and was amazed by the
amount.  She had received $200 for the four hours she had worked, but had
over $800 in tips.  The bills she received ranged from ones to fifties. 
She was so pleased with herself she couldn't stop grinning the entire way
home.  I told her I was so turned on by what she had done to the guys at
the bar that I had to have her right there.  We stopped at an overlook. 
Jan got out of the car, laid back over the hood of the car, put her feet up
on my shoulders and we satisfied our desires.  I told Jan to wait right
there and went into the back seat to get my camera.  I took pictures of Jan
laid back with her skirt up and my cum running out onto the car.  I then
had her do a strip for me, finally standing by the side of the road waving
at cars as they went by.  Laughing, we got in the car and went home before
someone decided to call the police.
   Bob called early the next morning and talked to Jan.  He told her we
were to meet him at a nearby metro stop.  We were going to tour the city
and all she needed to wear was her coat and sandals.  He had already told
me to make sure I had an empty memory card because I was going to get many
photo ops.  On the train into the Capital he positioned her in the seat at
the entrance facing into the car.  We sat in the seats opposite.  Every
time one of us opened our legs, she was to do the same and leave them open
until we closed ours.  We gave her a book to read so it wouldn't be too
obvious she was doing it deliberately.  At least a hundred people got to
look up her coat.  It wasn't obvious she had nothing on under the coat, but
it was obvious she was not wearing any panties.  I took a number of photos
and I noticed others in the train taking photos as well.  I expect we will
see some of those end up on the internet one of these days.  Once downtown,
we hit all the tourist spots.  I ended up with over two hundred shots of
Jan at places like the Lincoln Memorial, in front of the White House, the
Washington Memorial, inside the Smithsonian and Hershorn Art Gallery.  The
shots I liked the best were the ones Bob took of us fucking on the mall
with the Capital Building in the background.  Before leaving us, Bob said
he had an idea he thought would really be fun.  I knew what was planned,
but Jan was left in the dark to guess what would be in store for her.
   We didn't have sex all week.  Jan's sex drive had kicked into overdrive
and she had wanted it three to four times a week.  However, I wanted her to
be really horny by the time the weekend arrived.  Bob called on Thursday
and said we were to meet him at 5pm at the same restaurant in the mall
where Jan had first been required to show herself.  He said he wanted her
in something really sexy and really short.  I remembered the micro-mini I
had purchased for her that zipped down the back and said I was sure it
would fit the bill.  Jan commented that wearing that dress was like wearing
no skirt at all since it only came to the bottom of her ass cheeks and
might have been slightly below her pussy.  I laughed and said given
everything she had been required to do over the past eight weeks I was sure
she would do fine.  I said I wanted to be there about an hour early and
suggested she stop in the store for another pair of shoes.  This time, when
she sat down the dress had no chance of staying down and her pussy was on
display the entire time she was being fitted.  As we made our way around
the mall, everyone's eyes were on her.  Our trips up and down the
escalators created quite a stir.  As the time to go to the restaurant
approached, I began running my hand up and down Jan's back as we walked,
occasionally running my hands across her butt.  Each time I ran my hand
over her butt I would ease the zipper up a notch.  By the time we got to
the restaurant, a small portion of her butt crack was on display.  Bob had
selected stools in the same general area we were before only this time when
Jan sat down the zipper inched up again and people behind us could see a
small portion of Jan's exposed butt.  We ordered wine and a sandwich. 
While sitting there we each took a leg and began the routine Jan had become
so familiar with.  We knew that it wouldn't be too long and she would be
begging for relief.  Our efforts did not go unnoticed by people below us.
At one table was a group of college-aged boys who obviously was enjoying
the show we were putting on.  Randomly, Bob and I would travel the distance
between her inner knee to her pussy, making sure we covered her slit from
bottom to top, each time giving her clit a little tap.  Jan said we had
better stop or she was going to jump our bones right there in the
restaurant.  We decided she was ready for the next part of the evening.
   Without bothering to zip down her dress, we made our way out the mall.
By the time we reached the car, we had opened her dress to the middle of
her back, leaving her exposed from above the waist on down.  At the car, I
took out a blindfold and put it over her eyes.  I then unzipped the dress
the rest of the way and took it off her.  I put her in the front seat of
the car and laid the seat back.  Bob got in the back behind my seat.  We
drove around the beltway for a while with me playing with her legs and
pussy and Bob reaching over from the back to tease her nipples until they
stood out.  He then told Jan she was going to feel a pinching sensation,
but that it would soon subside.  He then attached nipple clamps on each
breast with a small chain that went between them.  She initially cried out
in pain, but soon came to accept the pressure they were applying.  Without
Jan knowing it, we arrived at our house.  It was just starting to get dark
as we took Jan out of the front seat and guided her in the front door and
into the downstairs guest room.  We laid her on one of the twin beds and
had her stretch out her arms.  Bob and I, using sections of nylon rope I
had prepared and tied her hands to corners of the headboard.  We said we
were going to play a game called "I wonder who's eating her now".  We
slipped off her heels, draped her feet off the sides of the bed and secured
her ankles to the sideboards.  She was now bound and helpless.  We removed
the nipple clamps and heard Jan's moan as the blood made its way back into
her swollen nipples.  As Jan explained it later, she was shocked when she
felt a mouth on each breast and suddenly one on each leg.  When she asked
what was going on, I told her I had invited a couple of neighbors and
friends in to make the game more interesting, but she would never know who
they were.  They were sworn to secrecy.  If they broke their word, I would
let their wife know what they had done and show them the video I was making
of this.  She then felt the bed shift and a fifth mouth start licking at
her pussy.  I explained that each of us had picked a number from one to
five.  We would each take turns by number eating her pussy and after each
of us had a turn, one of us would return and continue her oral stimulation.
   I asked her if she wanted to play and she agreed.  I then told her that
at each rotation we would mix up the order.  Only when she got the number
right would she be allowed to have an orgasm.  We each took turns according
to our number, lapping away at her hole up to her clit.  Each of us was to
take her to the edge of orgasm, but stop when I signaled them.  We wanted
this game to stretch out and prolong her pleasure/agony as long as
possible. By the time the fifth one was done, Jan was begging someone to
please finish the job.  I told her that would be a possibility, but first
she had to get the number right.  Number three returned and Jan was asked
to guess.  She guessed wrong.  We rotated and began again, only this time,
while someone was at her cunt, two of us were sucking on her nipples.  We
went through the entire rotation and she again failed to get it right.  We
stood back and watched as she squirmed on the bed trying to somehow get
pressure against her swollen clit.  On the fourth rotation she guessed the
right number and he was allowed to bring her to the first of what we
planned to be many orgasms that night.  While all this was going on, Bob
and I were busy snapping pictures, being careful to keep the heads of the
other three out of the picture.  We got through two more rotations before
she guessed right again.
   Jan was in a frenzy by this time, squirming and thrusting her pelvic,
but finding no one there.  I said that for a reward for guessing this time
she could be pleased orally or by being fucked, her choice.  She asked for
someone to please fuck her.  She needed to feel someone inside.  The
individual climbed up on the bed and slowly inserted his cock into her
pussy.  He slowly withdrew then rammed his cock deep inside her.  I told
him to stay still and told Jan that if she wanted relief she would have to
do the work.  She asked to have her feet untied, which we did.  She wrapped
them around the guy buried inside her and began humping up and down until
he came.  Unfortunately he came too quickly and Jan was left hanging. 
Rather than tie her legs back up, we held them open while we cleaned her up
and went through another rotation.  It took two more rotations before she
guessed again and this time she came before her rider did.  Jan didn't know
it, but each time she guessed the number, we removed the winner out of the
rotation and one of us took his turn.  This game went on for a couple of
hours until each person had a turn with Jan.  By that time she was
completely wrung out emotionally so we brought the game to an end.  After
everyone had gone, I untied her arms and removed the blindfold.  She
immediately wanted to know who the other three guys were, but I told her I
had given my word that I would not reveal their identity.  I knew this
would leave her always wondering if one of the people we were with socially
was one of the guys that night at the house.  I asked how she felt.  Her
reply was that she didn't know if she would ever come off the high she was
presently on.  She said to make sure I thanked Bob for a great evening.  I
told her not to worry; we had many more adventures in store for her into
the foreseeable future.
   We spent the next couple months in what we termed as show and shock.  We
took every opportunity to show Jan off.  Her wardrobe now consisted of
skirts and dresses of almost every length made.  One skirt I particularly
liked came about two inches below her pussy with laced slits that went to
her waist.  We bought a variety of blouses that ranged from gauzy
transparent to very loose scoop neck.  We also went for some midriff tops
that came to just under her breasts.  These especially came in handy for
when we would stand on the metro during rush hours holding on to the
overhead support bars.  Guys wouldn't offer their seats because from a
seated position they had an excellent view of the lower half of her tits.
   One particular metro trip stands out.  Jan was coming into the office
with me to help me catch up on a lot of filing I had not been able to get
to.  Since she was coming into the office she dressed more conservatively,
that is a dress that was slightly lower than mid-thigh.  As is usual during
rush hour we were packed in like sardines.  Jan and I were pushed up
against each other in the center aisle with our legs apart, holding onto
the overhead rail.  About halfway to work she leans over to me and whispers
that someone put his hand on her leg.  I casually looked over her shoulder
and saw her butt was directly in front of a guy who appeared to be in his
mid-forties.  I whispered back that the next time it happened she should
lean back a little and open her legs a bit further.  A few minutes later I
watched as Jan executed my instructions.  She whispered that the hand had
returned and was still on her inner leg.  I told her to pretend not to
notice and see what happens.  In a low moan she whispered that the hand was
making larger and larger circles on her inner thigh and that if he
continued the guy would soon learn that she was naked underneath.  A sharp
intake of breath and the color coming into Jan's face said it all.  She
started swaying a bit more than the train was moving and whispered that his
hand had found her pussy and was rubbing up and down her slit.  I told her
to try opening her legs wider without being too obvious and maybe he would
take that as in invitation to take it further.  Since the leg room was
limited, she squatted down a bit, leaning up against the guy playing with
her pussy.  Her eyes suddenly closed and she said he had inserted his thumb
into her and that his index finger was rubbing back and forth against her
clit.  Jan suddenly closed her legs and trapped the hand inside her.  She
then reached down between us, pressing the guy's hand tighter against her
clit.  A few minutes like this was all it took for Jan to reach her orgasm,
at which time she released the hand.  She then turned around and bent down
to the guy who had just pleasured her.  When she turned back I asked what
she had said.  Her response was that she told him,"Thank you, I needed
that."
   We had one interesting incident at an out of town restaurant.  While
sitting there playing with Jan's exposed pussy we noticed that the
attention of the couple across from us never strayed, even when we looked
directly back at them.  The guy leans over to the girl with him, says
something to her, and she gets up to go to the restroom.  When she returns,
she sits with her dress hiked up her thighs and proceeds to spread her legs
as wide as Jan had hers.  The guy then does to his girl what I am doing to
Jan.  When my hand was on her leg, so was his.  When I inserted a finger in
her pussy, he did the same to his girl.  It became a contest to see who
could cause their girl to climax first.  Prior to leaving, they stopped by
our table and introduced themselves.  They thanked us for an entertaining
meal and gave me his card if we would like to get together sometime.  We
thanked him and said we would think it over.
   *****************to be continued************************** 
  
My Perfect Wife - Part 7