My Perfect Wife - 2
by mikem00007 (mikem00007@hotmail.com)

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A continuation of my wife's broadening her horizons 
into sexuality. (MMF, wife, exh, oral, anal)

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Author Notes: 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. In the story I published earlier titled My Perfect Wife I described how 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. 

This is a continuation of that story. I would recommend reading the first part before this. The original story can be found at www.asstr-mirror.org under authors, mikem00007 or Directory 53. It is still 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. My Email address is mikem00007@hotmail.com. 

The response to my story has been outstanding. Many of the suggestions we received from our first posting really caught Jan's attention. We put each of those we were interested in on a slip of paper and put them in a job jar. When things start to get a bit boring we plan on reaching in and doing what is suggested. But things haven't reached that point yet as you will see below 

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PART 2

Because of the increasing cost of gas, Jan decided to accept a part time position in a company in the same building as ours. I was already carpooling with a guy a few blocks over from where we lived and I suggested that Jan ride in with us on the days she had to work. He didn't have a problem with this arrangement so Jan began riding in with us a couple times a week. Nothing unusual happened the first few weeks, but I began noticing that every time Jan rode with us, Jim would turn sideways in his seat to talk to me. When we are alone, he generally falls asleep or sits watching the traffic ahead. So on one of the days he is turned sideways I adjust my rear view mirror so I can see into the back seat. 

What I saw was that Jan was asleep, but that her dress had risen up and with her legs relaxed, Jim could see up quite a ways up her skirt, but from my vantage point I didn't know if he could see her panty covered pussy. 
I immediately began thinking of the interesting possibilities this presented. I met Jan for lunch and told her what was going on. Her initial reaction was to chuckle but she soon realized we could have some fun with this as well so I wasn't sure what to expect on the way home. 

I had fully expected her to remove her panties to give him a good show, but her approach was much more subtle and effective. When we got in the car Jan told us she had a bad day and was really beat. As we got on the highway she laid sideways on her seat with her knees pointed to the front. Jim's disappointment was evident when he realized he wouldn't be getting the show he had been expecting; however he lowered his visor to shield his eyes from the Western sun while orienting the mirror on the back of the visor in such a way that he could see Jan's lower body. Jan stayed in this position for about five minutes, and then turned on her back with her knees up against the back cushion. Jim noticed this and immediately turned in his seat so he could look into the back. I adjusted my mirror and saw that in this position the hem of Jan's dress was now in her lap completely exposing her legs and a bottom part of the side of her panties. I knew right away what Jan was up to. 

By now we were in heavy stop and go traffic, so rather than smooth stops I began stepping harder on the brake causing her legs to swing back and forth. After the third or fourth time I did this, Jan let the leg closest to us swing to the front completely exposing her panties from just below the waist down. Unfortunately, the pair she had on was cotton and didn't give a hint of the treasures hidden inside. Needless to say, Jim had an extremely hard time keeping me from noticing his attention directed toward the back seat. When we dropped Jim off, he kept his briefcase held up against him so we wouldn't notice how his pants tented out in the front. 

The next time Jan rode in with us Jim was driving. I suggested she sit in the front. For this day, Jan chose a skirt that ended about three inches above her knees and a pair of lacy panties. I almost felt sorry for Jim when Jan turned in her seat to talk to me in the back. She did this in such a manner that her left knee was against the back of the seat and her right leg stayed in front of the seat. In this position her skirt rode up and with her legs spread afforded a clear view of her panties, only this time Jim had a hint of the slit behind the lace. 

I was clearly concerned we were going to have an accident before getting to work. We continued this game for a couple more weeks with Jan exposing herself more often and her panties going more and more transparent. Then on a Thursday morning Jan came running out of the house out of breath. She apologized for keeping us waiting, but explained she got hung up on the phone and barely had time to get dressed. When I saw what she was wearing I realized Jim was not going to sleep on the way in. 

Jan had dressed in a white cotton pull over Polo shirt that hugged her curves, a black mid-thigh length straight skirt that highlighted the shapeliness of her legs, and black sandals. The way her nipples pushed out the front of the shirt make it clear she was not wearing a bra. And the way she got into the back seat, made it clear to Jim that she was not wearing any panties. I am always amazed how women can enter a car based on the mood they are in. 

There are the times when they are prim and proper by first sitting on the seat, then swinging their legs in while keeping their knees together. Then there are times like Jan's entry that day. She entered like she was wearing slacks – right foot on the floor board, left leg still outside the car, then stepping into the car in such a way that her legs are spread wide and skirt riding high on her thighs. Of course, once seated she demurely straightened herself up as if nothing had happened. I watched Jim's expression while this was going on and had a hard time keeping from laughing out loud.

Jim adjusted his visor so he could "secretly" watch Jan in the back seat. She caught my reflection in rear view mirror, smiled, and gave me a wink. She took out her book and began reading, paying no attention to us in the front seat. But after a few miles had gone by I noticed Jim staring intently into his visor mirror, pretending to watch the traffic ahead. When I looked in my rear view mirror I saw that Jan had casually reached over and was brushing her hand across her blouse and gently caressing her left breast. 

Each time Jim turned his head to speak to Jan she dropped her hand to her book. When he looked back to the front she resumed stroking her breast. A short while later she opened her legs and began stroking the inside of her right thigh. Again, when Jim turned his head she quickly closed her legs, acting as if nothing as going on. I don't think Jim caught on to the fact that we both knew he was watching her as she went through her routine until a few weeks later.

On this occasion, Jan came out to the car in a green silk print dress that buttoned down from just above her cleavage to the bottom hem. Only this time while she was squeezing her breast she did not stop when Jim turned around. She looked at the back of my head and put her index finger to her lips in a shushing motion. Jim looked a bit perplexed until Jan started undoing the top buttons to her dress and pushed it aside revealing her left breast. 

Jim looked over at me, but I appeared to be intent on the road ahead, listening to the local news station. Jan began pinching her nipple causing it to swell and little bumps appeared showing her excitement. The color rose in her cheeks and her breath started coming in shorter spurts. Jim sat mesmerized. She stole a quick glance my way and then gave Jim a sly smile as she began pulling the hem of her dress up to her lap. 

She spread her knees and started running her hands up her thighs until they reached the pussy that had gaped open revealing the wetness inside. She inserted first one, then two, then three finger inside herself, first squeezing her mound, and then slowly pumping her fingers in and out. I watched in the rear view mirror as I saw her eyes close and she reached a silent orgasm. After she came down off her high, she rearranged her dress, again put her finger to her lips, and then blew Jim a kiss.

Nothing much happened for the next couple of weeks, much to Jim's disappointment. But then one morning we showed up at his house with Jan in the backseat behind me and a computer monitor in the front seat with a seat belt wrapped around to secure it. I told Jim I was sorry to stick him in the back, but I didn't want anything to happen to my new monitor. He looked over at Jan smiling in the back and said it wasn't a problem. 

Jan and I had planned out a surprise I was sure was going to please Jim immensely. We were on the road only a few minutes when Jan opened up the morning paper to check out the sales pages. She asked Jim if he would mind helping her hold the pages open so she could more easily take notes on things she would like to buy. Jim shifted a bit closer to her and took hold of the paper with his right hand. 

Jan looked at the back of my head and again put her index finger to her lips. Jim nodded and then Jan took his left hand and put it on her right knee. When Jim was confident that I would not notice what was going on, his hand began the journey from her knee to her crotch. The closer he got to her pussy, the more she spread her legs, simultaneously raising her skirt until he had a clear view of his target area. 

I watched her expression in the rear view mirror as Jim's fingers found her swollen clit and heard the changing of her breathing pattern. I also heard a zipper sound and the way Jan had shifted in her seat, I knew she was releasing Jim's cock from his pants. They continued masturbating each other until I heard a stifled moan escape Jan's lips. 

I asked if she was ok, and Jan replied that everything was "peachy keen". She told me later that Jim totally froze up and went limp when I spoke to Jan. To finish him off, Jan had him hold both sides of the paper, scrunched down in her seat, and took him in her mouth. According to Jan, it only took a few seconds of her sucking on his now erect penis for him to cum in her mouth. When she sat back up, I could see her licking her lips to clean up drops of cum that had leaked out. As they rearranged themselves, I again saw Jan put her index finger to her lips signifying this was to be a secret between the two of them. A week or two later, Jim said he was taking another job and would be leaving the car pool the next week. I told him that it was a shame because Jan said she was really enjoying his company. I don't think he ever suspected that I was part of his enjoyment.

I was soon to celebrate another birthday and Jan asked what I would like to have as a gift. I told her that I really didn't need anything and besides which nothing could top the present she had given me last year when she had agreed to be my sex slave for the weekend. She laughed and said she would try and come up with something that I would appreciate. On the morning of my birthday, Jan said she had a surprise for me, but it would have to wait until after dinner. When I arrived home from work she told me to freshen up and to put on a suit. 

The first surprise was the arrival of a limo she said was there to take us to a restaurant I had mentioned wanting to go to some time back. The outfit she had chosen caught me by surprise. It was the same kind of blouse and skirt outfit she had worn the in the restaurant that second week end so long ago, except this skirt buttoned down the front. The way her breasts swayed when she walked announced to all that she was not wearing a bra. I raised my eyebrows and she responded by raising the hem to show that the skirt and blouse was all she was wearing. 

Once in the limo, we opened a bottle of champagne and toasted the evening. I took my cue from the way she snuggled up to me that she was in a playful mood. She raised her glass in a toast and slowly undid all the buttons of her blouse. I immediately pushed the blouse off her shoulders and orally paid homage to her breasts. Then, while the limo driver looked on I sunk to my knees between her open legs, pushed the skirt up to her lap, and sucked on the sweet nectar flowing from her cunt until she was on the verge of orgasm. 

She wanted me to finish her and then to do me, but I said it was my birthday and I could do whatever I wanted and what I wanted was to eat her as dessert. She was still on the edge of an orgasm when we arrived at the restaurant. She redid the buttons on her blouse and we went in to eat.

The restaurant was elaborately decked out. Crystal chandelier hanging from the center of the room and crystal sconces set around the outer walls. Both were turned down to provide subdued lighting. The table arrangements shouted "expensive", up to and including the table linen draped to the floor and well-designed floral arrangements on each table. Jan asked for one of the outer tables that were somewhat secluded. When she approached the table she took the seat with her back to the wall. 

I sat adjacent to her on the right looking back toward the front of the restaurant. The waiter introduced himself, took our drink order and departed. I told Jan I clearly remembered the last time she had worn that blouse to a restaurant and how frightened she had been at the time. She smiled in remembrance and said, "That was then and this is now." To add meaning to her words, she undid the top two buttons on her blouse so she was showing a lot of cleavage, but not so low that her breasts were exposed. 

When the waiter returned his glance showed how appreciative he was of the view. We laughed together when I told her he almost spilled his drink tray when he bent over to put her drink on the table. Jan said, "The evening is just beginning dear". She then reached up and undid the bottom two buttons on her skirt revealing well-turned thighs.

The condition of her skirt did not go unnoticed when the waiter came back to take our dinner order. I could tell Jan was aroused by the way her nipples had gotten hard and were like tent poles in her blouse. I asked how far she was going to push this and she told me I would just have to wait and see. The salad was served and as the waiter departed Jan undid another button on her blouse allowing a great view of her breasts from the top when she sat forward a bit. When the waiter returned to see if we wanted fresh ground pepper, I could see the beginning of an erection as he stood over Jan to grind the pepper. While he was standing there she made a point of leaning forward so her blouse would sway open. By the time he returned to pick up the salad plates, Jan had undone yet another button which formed a deep v to a few inches above her waist and revealed a large portion of each breast forming the cleavage I love to bury my face in.

She asked if I was enjoying myself to which I replied she could not have given me a better birthday present. She told me that she thought she could top that and withdrew an envelope from her purse. She handed it to me and asked if she had been right. I opened the envelope and withdrew a book of 5 coupons she had created on her computer. Each coupon said, "This coupon entitles the bearer to the services of (my wife's name) as a sex slave for 24 hours from the time of presentation." 

I just about cried out in delight and asked if she was really serious – that she would be the sex slave of whoever presented her one of those coupons. She replied that she had meant them for me, but she would honor the conditions set forth on the coupon if I so desired. I was about to rip a coupon out and hand it to her, but she put her hand on mine and said that with everything 
I had done to please her this was her evening to please me and that she was sure I would not wish to waste a coupon. With that said, she reached down and undid another button on her skirt and then crossed her right leg over left causing the skirt to fall away on the sides.

When the waiter returned with our entrée, I was running my hand up and down her leg while we both enjoyed the view. I withdrew my hand and she uncrossed her legs exposing her thighs to just below her pussy. It was then that I realized that I was being treated to a very subtle strip tease that promised to get even better. The waiter's hand shook as he put the plates down in front of us, but he assured me that he was fine and was immensely enjoying serving our needs. As he walked away Jan reached down and released yet another button. She uncrossed her legs and this time the top of her pussy was clearly visible. She took my hand, opened her legs, and pushed my finger into a very wet chasm. 

After finger-fucking her for a few moments, she withdrew my hand and said I should eat before my dinner got cold. As I sat there watching she released the second to last button and pushed aside the tails of her blouse so she was now exposed from the waist on down. The only thing that kept her from being completely naked from the neck on down was the bottom button on her blouse and top button on her skirt. I told her that if she really wanted to make this meal special she would undo the last button on her skirt. 

She quickly looked around to see if anyone had taken an interest in what was happening at our table. Since there was no one seated at the tables next to us and her action was only being appreciated by the waiter and myself she undid the last button and let the skirt fall away to either side of her chair. The tails of her blouse on each side hid the fact that she was essentially sitting there with no skirt on. She then undid the bottom button on her blouse so she now presented a visible path of flesh from her neck to where her legs disappeared under the table cloth. Her legs were still pressed together, but she opened her knees when I told her that one of her best assets was still hidden.

When the waiter returned he had the bus boy in tow. Big smiles broke out on their faces as they soaked up the vision presented by my wife. Jan stayed in this stage of undress through the main course. The waiter was constantly at our table to make sure everything was to our satisfaction, but Jan and I knew the real reason he was there. By the time they returned with dessert, their disappointment was etched on their faces. Jan had refastened some of the skirt and blouse buttons. At the conclusion of the meal, the waiter brought the bill, but it was marked "PAID". The waiter said it was his treat and he would appreciate it if we would return in the future. When we stood up, Jan gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him one never knows what the future may bring. I found out later that he was the son of the owner.

It was getting dark as we got back into the limo and Jan gave the driver an address where she wanted to go next. She then removed her blouse and skirt, unzipped my slacks and began to give me an exquisite blow job. Before I realized it the limo had pulled to the side of the road at the address he was given. Jan grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the limo. We were at that part of the community golf course that bordered the road. She handed the limo driver her clothes and told him to drop them on the front porch of our house on his way home. By now the only light we had was from a three quarter moon and lights from houses that bordered the course. We then proceeded down the 17th fairway until we reached the green, her naked and me with an erection sticking out the fly of my pants. 

When I asked Jan what she had in mind, she told me that the next time we played this hole, she wanted to remember seeing a different set of balls next to the cup. She removed my clothes, pushed me down on to surface, used her mouth to keep me erect, straddled me and then plunged my erection into her soft, totally wet pussy. She rode me with an urgency I only see when she is out of her mind with lust. She kept saying, Yes...Yess...Yesssss...YESSSSS!!" 

As she climaxed, her voice got louder and louder as she reached orgasm. I climaxed, but she didn't stop. She kept moving forward and back being careful to not let me slip out of her until her passion brought me erect again. When I was fully erect she lifted up until I came out, reached down and spread my oozing sperm along her butt crack and positioned me at the entrance of her rectum. This was to be a first for both of us. 

We had talked about fucking her ass, but as yet had not done it. She slowly eased herself down on me until I was completely buried in her ass. She sat on me for a short while getting used to the insertion, and then began riding me again, slowly at first, then with growing intensity as my cock hit places inside her never touched before. I reached down to massage her clit while she rode the hell out of my cock until we both came at the same moment.

As our passions cooled, Jan bent over to kiss me and my deflated cock slid out of her ass. Jan said that was the most erotic thing she had ever done, now all we had to do is get home without getting arrested. I wrapped my clothes over my arm as we made our way the three blocks to our house. 

Coupon one:

The idea for my first coupon was so simple I don't know why I didn't think of it before. To make this idea work required me leave the house early, go to one of the truck rental companies and get a high bed pick up. I found a two door Ford Ranger to be exactly what I was looking for. Jan asked about the truck when I pulled into the driveway, where upon I presented her with my first coupon. I told her to freshen up because we were going for a little ride. 

The first thing I did was to remove the mattress from the hide-a-bed and lay it on the bed of the truck. I then presented Jan with a cell phone with Bluetooth capabilities, a headset to go with the phone and a white wicked weasel bathing suit I had purchased for her. Unlike the white and yellow version I had purchased for her before, the material on this suit was open mesh. Each hole in the mesh was about a quarter inch round and left nothing to the imagination even when dry. The top was held in place by a string tied around the neck and body. The thong bottom was a small patch of material that barely covered her pussy. 

As we headed for the interstate I explained that what I wanted her to do. I would pull in front of and 18-wheeler. Jan was take phone calls and do what she was told without sitting or standing up. I only wanted her exposed to truckers driving down the highway. When we reached the interstate, I pulled over and Jan got into the truck bed. She lay on her back and lay spread eagled in the bed of the truck with her knees almost touching the sides. She put the Bluetooth earpiece in place synched to the phone. Once she was in place I raised a sign I had made that simply said "Call 571-xxx-xxxx", which was the number of the phone I had purchased. Before going out on the highway, I made sure Jan was comfortable. She looked really hot in that outfit. Jan's nipples and slit were clearly visible through the material. Once we were ready I took a couple of pictures and pulled out on the highway.

We were not surprised by the number of truckers who own cell phones. We tooled up and down the highway for about an hour. Because of the wind noise I couldn't really hear what was going on, but with my rearview mirror adjusted down I had a good view of Jan in the bed of the truck. I knew when she received a call because the phone on the seat would buzz and I could see Jan wave to the trucker. As she explained to me later, the first question generally asked was what was going on. Jan explained that she was my "girlfriend" and had lost a bet. The loser had to do whatever the winner desired – she lost. This was my desire. She laughed and joked with the caller but would eventually begin rubbing and squeezing her breast through her suit. 

I watched as she reached into her suit to tweak her nipples, eventually allowing her breasts to slip out the bottom of her suit top. She would spend even more time pulling on her nipples until they got hard and stuck out at attention. Eventually she reached behind her to unfasten the ties and toss the tops through the window of the cab. A few more moments of this and she began paying attention to the wet spot in her bottoms. She slipped her hand into her bottoms and begin finger fucking herself. 

When she was sufficiently aroused, she lifted her ass up, slipped the bottoms off and tossed them into the cab as well. This left her totally exposed while she masturbated herself to an orgasm. When she gave me the high sign we gave the driver a few more moments to enjoy the view, and then sped up the highway to the next exit where we would pull off and Jan would put her suit back on. We did this for about an hour until when Jan pulled off her bottoms to toss them into the cab, the wind caught it and out it went to the side of the highway. 

I didn't think it a good idea to pull over right then so I sped up, pulled off the next exit and circled around until we spotted it by the side of the road. I pulled over and told her to jump out and get her bottoms. This meant she had to get out of the truck wearing only her bathing suit top and go back about 100 feet to pick it up. Truck and car horns blared out as she made her way back. When she reached her bottoms she immediately put it on and came back to the cab. We found a quiet spot in a nearby rest area where she relieved the sexual pressures that had been building up in me. I do love those bathing suits and planned on having her wear this one to the beach real soon.

By the time we headed back to the house I still had 20 hours left on my coupon. A lot of scenarios ran through my head, but I wanted to do something different, something that would raise the level of excitement within Jan and provide her with higher and higher levels of stimulation and satisfaction. My objective all along had been to create and satisfy a sexuality I always suspected lay deeply hidden within her, but was being suppressed by her Catholic upbringing. I not only wanted her to do whatever I desired because she would reap the reward of super orgasms, but to also put herself in a frame of reference where she would begin to act out fantasies of her own for my pleasure. Her actions on my birthday told me I was on the right path.

I took Jan back home, had her change into a blouse, mini-skirt, bra, and panty outfit and we headed out to my office. I had an idea I wanted to try. I told Jan I had learned about some web sites on net-meeting and wanted to introduce them to her. When we arrived I sat her at my desk, fired up the computer, and launched the net-meeting application. I did not have a webcam attached to my desktop, but I did have speakers and a built in microphone. We selected the name of Honey-Blonde, a 24YO F. I told Jan to select any address that interested her and showed her how to make and answer a call. 

Her eyes widened when the person she called answered and she was staring at about an 8 inch erect cock being stroked by its owner. I motioned for her to say hello, which began a short discussion. I gave her a message that directed her to tell the guy at the other end that she liked to watch and asked if he would cum for her, which he did. She did this a few more times, getting into it as she talked to more men, both calling and answering calls. I asked if she was getting turned on by this and she acknowledged she was, so I set the following as the scenario I wanted her to adopt. Up to now I had allowed her to respond to the requests of the guys at the other end to play with herself, but she was not to get undressed or have an orgasm. 

I wanted that to change with the next caller. I had noticed that Jan had attracted the attention of a guy in the hotel room about 200 feet directly across the street and one floor above us. I had stayed out of sight, so I assumed he would be of the opinion that she would be the only one there. I told Jan that she was to convince the caller that she was being punished for
disobeying her master and that her punishment was to go up on net-meeting and do whatever she was told. During the discussion she would be asked to get undressed, but she was to ask if she could close the blinds on the window because she was being watched by a guy from across the street. I was sure that she would be directed to leave them open. 

On the next call it went exactly as I hoped it would. Jan followed the script I laid out for her exactly. When the caller was convinced he had lucked into a submissive he started to take control. In response to his questions she described what she looked like and what she was wearing. When he told her to get undressed she explained about the guy across the street and the request to close the blinds. His interest quickened as he began asking about what the guy was doing. She said he was just watching her as she sat at the computer. 
The computer caller told Jan that he had been asked to call her by her master and he was to report her behavior back to him. 

Jan pleaded with him not to say anything bad because she would be in big trouble. Based on his instructions she began playing with her breasts, and putting her hand up her skirt and in her panties, but playing with herself in such a way that she didn't expose anything. She was then told to started walking back and forth across the window, squeezing her breasts and rubbing herself through her skirt. Again, in response to the directions she was getting she stopped and stared up at the guy, continuing to massage her breasts and running her hands up under her skirt. Her task was to get the guy across the street to strip and jerk off for her. 

She asked for guidance and he told her to undo a couple buttons on her blouse, point at the guy and mimic for him to do the same thing. She did this, but the guy did not respond. He told her to undo all her buttons, open her blouse to show her bra, then close the blouse and motion for him to remove his shirt. The guy finally got the message and unbuttoned his shirt as Jan had done. When she announced that the guy did not have an undershirt on, she was told to reach behind her, undo her bra, and let it drop to the floor. 

All the while she was saying, "Yes Sir" and telling the caller what she was doing. She was then told to reach up and began rubbing her breasts and pinching her nipples. All the while she was doing this, the caller was on camera stroking his cock. Based on further directions, Jan reached for the zipper on the side of her skirt and waited. The guy put his hand on his fly. 
As Jan lowered her zipper, the guy across the street matched her inch for inch. Jan undid the button above the zipper and let her skirt drop to the floor, standing there in only her panties. 

When the guy hesitated, Jan was told to reach down for her skirt, but when she looked up the guy was there in his boxers with an erection sticking out the flap. When she mentioned this, she was told to drop her skirt again and proceed. Jan pointed at him and clapped her hands in appreciation, followed by a motion for him to drop his shorts. He pointed at his boxers, pointed at her, and then raised his index finger to signify she was do drop her panties first. Jan turned, slipped her fingers into her waist band and while bending over slid her panties over her ass and down her legs. When she turned around, her companion was also naked.

By now the guy on the computer was completely forgotten. Jan pulled the desk chair over to the window, sat down, spread her feet, and placed them on the window. She then made a fist, pointed at him and made an up and down motion for him to start stroking. When he got the message, she began to thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy. I allowed this to continue for a few minutes then told Jan to stop, get up, and get my magic marker and a piece of paper. I then had her write my office phone number and hold it up to the window. 

A few moments later, the phone rang. Jan answered and they talked for a few minutes. Unexpectedly, she dropped her feet to the floor, turned and opened my desk drawer and withdrew a magic marker. She resumed her former position with her feet on the window and started using it as a dildo. I told her to ask if he would like to come over and finish what they had started. She gave my floor and office number and he said he would be there in a couple of minutes. The caller at the computer was yelling at her to answer him so we hung up on him and turned the computer off to get ready for my next phase.

When the front door buzzer rang I sent Jan out to open it. I could see he was pleased to see she had answered the door naked. When they came into the office he was surprised to see me standing there. I introduced myself and explained that Jan was my sex slave for the day and what I wanted from him was to make sure she was thoroughly fucked while I watched. He said his name was Fred, agreed and went to close the blinds, but I told him that part of the deal was that they had to do it in view of anyone who happened to look over. 

He thought about it for a few moments, but when he looked at Jan standing there, he agreed and got undressed. He apparently felt the foreplay was a done deal so he lay Jan back on my desk, grabbed her feet, pread them wide and inserted what appeared to be a nine inch cock, slightly larger than a toilet paper tube into the gaping hole that was more than ready for him. He pulled her to him and began pumping her like he was drilling for oil. Jan appeared to be in 7th heaven. 

She grabbed his hips and pulled on him on each thrust saying words like, "OH YES! FILL ME UP! RAM THAT GEORGEOUS COCK IN ME!!!" 

I was impressed by Fred's stamina. I would have cum already, but he was like the energizer bunny – he kept going and going and going and Jan kept coming and coming and coming. 

Jan put her arms around his neck and kept up a litany of, "I'M COMING! YESSSS! OH MY GOD! YESSSSSS! YESSSSSSS!!!" 

Fred lifted her up and while she was still impaled on his rock hard prick put her back against the window and continued thrusting into her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. By now they had captured the attention of another guy and a couple across the street. They were totally oblivious of the attention they were receiving as they finally reached a mutual orgasm. They stayed in that position as their passions cooled until Jan lowered her feet to the floor and Fred finally pulled out with copious amount of sperm running down her legs. 

Jan looked at me lovingly and thanked me for the moment. Then she told Fred that it was the most fantastic and unbelievable thing that had ever occurred to her and could not thank him enough. Fred repeated the complement. I told him that I still had until morning before my 24 hours were up and would he be interested in dinner and further fun. 

When he enthusiastically said yes I turned to Jan and asked if she was up to it. She said that as his slave the decision was up to me, but since I asked she would look forward to it. I told Fred we would have to use his room to allow Jan to clean up and get more presentable. He said that would not be a problem. As Jan picked up her panties to begin dressing I told her they would not be necessary. She put her bra in my desk drawer and, after asking my permission, offered her panties to Fred as a souvenir of the moment. She put her blouse and skirt back on. 

Fred and I talked about Jan while she was in showering and I filled him in on the distance that Jan had come from a little over a year ago. His only response was that he hoped he could find a wife that was like Jan. Jan came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. I told her about Fred's wish to find someone like her and that she should drop the towel so we could lust after her luscious body. I ran my hands gently up and down her body while boasting to Fred about what a beautiful creature I had as a wife. 

He enthusiastically agreed and joined me as we both enjoyed her body heat. I stood behind her and rained kisses on her neck and shoulders as Fred's kisses traveled up and down from her lips to the inside of her knees. Jan just beamed from the complements and attention she was receiving and the flush of her cheeks and the swelling of her pussy were evidence she was getting turned on again. Fred called room service and asked for them to deliver a bottle of Champaign and three glasses. When the knock on the door came, I told Jan to answer it – still in the nude. I had been expecting a waiter, but the person at the door was female. She looked at Jan, then at us, not really knowing what to do next. Fred told her where to set up, gave her a generous tip, and let her out. While sipping Champaign, we giggled like children about the expression on the waitresses face when she opened the door.

When it was time for dinner, Jan put her blouse and skirt on and we headed out to a restaurant Fred recommended. The place he had chosen had a cozy but simple atmosphere. The tables were covered with tablecloths that hung about a foot off the edge of the tables and were lit be a small candle in the middle. 
When we were seated I told Jan to rise up and lift her skirt in the back until her bare butt was on the seat. I then told her to spread her knees until they were touching Fred and my knee and was to remain that way throughout dinner. I asked Jan to explain what she wanted to happen next. 

Jan explained that she loved the feel hands lightly running up and down her legs, stopping to explore the wetness that would develop between her legs. I told Fred about some of our other experiences and the fact that if we kept her from orgasm she would at some point be willing do anything to get release. Without further ado Fred's hand dropped below the tablecloth. I knew every time Fred reached her golden grotto. Jan was helpless to hide the expression of ecstasy she experienced when Fred inserted a finger into her and massaged her clit. I reminded Fred that he should not bring her to orgasm. 

Both Fred and I kept her in a state of high excitement throughout the meal. At one point Jan told me I was a heartless bastard, but I only laughed and told her I was, but she enjoyed it when I was. As we were finishing dessert I asked Jan what she wanted us to do next. She said, "Whatever you desire."

I said that her answer was not good enough. I reached over and started rubbing circles on her clit and told her I wanted her to tell us explicitly what she wanted us to do. She said, "I want you to suck on my breasts, go down on me, and then make it with both of you." 

I kept up the pressure on her clit and responded that her answer was still not graphic enough. She finally said, "I want you and Fred to lick my breasts, bite my nipples until they get hard as rocks, eat out my cunt until I scream for release, than fuck me until I can hardly walk." I pulled my hand away and told her, "That sounds like a good plan, let's go execute it."

We walked back to the hotel which was just a short walk away. As we were walking I had my arm around her neck playing with her sensitive nipples. Each of us also took turns reaching up under her skirt, rubbing her ass and pussy. At one point as I saw two guys approaching I reached down and pulled the front of her skirt up until she was exposed from the waist down. I dropped the hem once we had passed them. One of the guys exclaimed, "Wow, was that ever great!!" While going up to Fred's room in the hotel elevator, I told Jan to give me her skirt and Fred her blouse. 

Unfortunately, no one got on as we went up and the corridor was empty as we made our way back to his room. Once in the room we proceeded to do precisely what she said she wanted. While I was sucking and nibbling on her tits, Fred had his tongue buried between her legs. Then while I was underneath her lapping up the juices flowing out of her pussy she had Fred's cock buried in her mouth. Over the past few months Jan has gotten better and better at giving head and the sounds that Fred was making told me she was excelling at it this time. After about twenty minutes of this action I lay on my back and pulled Jan on to me. As I was buried deep in her pussy, Fred had returned from the dresser with what looked like Vaseline. He lubed up Jan's asshole, positioned himself behind her, and entered her. This is the first time I had ever experienced what double penetration was like. 

Fred and I set up a rhythm as our cocks rubbed against each other separated by the wall of flesh that separated Jan's vagina from her colon. It wasn't too long before we were all climaxing. We lay like that a while, with Jan as a human sandwich between our sweat drenched bodies. We both withdrew and with Jan cuddled between us fell asleep. When we awoke, it was morning. We said our goodbyes to Fred and thanked him for a memorable afternoon and evening. 

Jan gave him our phone number and told him to call sometime when he was in town and maybe we could get together again. She turned to me and said my twenty-four hours were up and it was time to return to the real world. On the way home she said she had really enjoyed herself and was looking forward to the next four coupons. The only problem right now is I don't have a clue what to do with them. Perhaps something will come to mind.