My Perfect Wife - 4
by Mikem00007 (mikem00007@hotmail.com)

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A continuation of efforts to lead a properly reared 
Catholic girl to the thrills sexual inhibition can 
bring. (MMF, exh, tor, bd, beast)

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PART 4

It has been a couple of months since Jason's birthday. I now had eight coupons from Jan that committed her to doing whatever the bearer desired for 24 hours from the time the coupon was presented. I considered these coupons to be a valuable commodity that should not be squandered recklessly. 

By now exhibitionism had become a routine part of our life, and as it so happens what becomes routine sometimes begins to lose the spark of excitement experienced at the beginnings. I had spent considerable time trying to determine what other avenues of excitement might be open to us. It wasn't until reading ads from various swinger groups that an idea for our next adventure developed.

We woke to a glorious June morning with the sun streaming through our bedroom window. I watched Jan as she slept and marveled at what a stunning picture she presented. As she lay there on her back I gently pulled the covers off her and lay back taking in her naked form and thanking the Lord for providing me such a gorgeous soul mate. She must have sensed me watching her as she slowly opened her eyes and turned her head to look up at me. 

She smiled as I gently kissed her lips. My hand slowly traveled the distance from her neck, across her breasts, to the tip of her vagina where I began to gently make circular motions across her clit. My arousal became even more evident as she reached over and wrapped her slender fingers around my cock and began to slowly move her hand up and down my shaft. Our lips stayed glued together as we continued masturbating each other. I broke off the kiss and rolled over on top of her as she wrapped her legs around my waist. 

I wasted no time trailing kisses down her body, stopping a few minutes to give adequate attention to her erect nipples, and ending up with my mouth firmly attached to her pussy. Her passion continued to rise as I repeatedly lubricated her clit with my tongue. 

When she began moaning that she needed me inside her I positioned myself so my cock was just inside her slit. I began running my cock head up and down her slit, stopping each time at the entrance of her cunt to slowly insert the head of my cock and withdraw it to continue its up and down travels. When she got to the point that she began begging me to quit teasing and fuck her I rolled off her, reached over to my night stand, picked up one of her coupons and handed it to her. She nodded her acceptance and pleaded with me to finish what I had started. I happily complied.

As she got out of the shower I told her she was to stay naked until I gave her the clothes I wanted her to wear for the day. By now she was comfortable being naked at home and often did the house work in the nude. What she forgot though was she had promised to show Susan, our next door neighbor, how to bake the chocolate-cherry cake that Jan was famous for in the neighborhood. It was about 11 am when Susan rang the front door bell. 

Jan panicked when she saw who it was and remembered why she was there. I answered the door and asked her in. Susan's mouth flew open as she entered the kitchen and saw Jan standing there in her altogether. Susan stuttered as she apologized for interrupting and she would come back at another time. I told Susan to stay and Jan would explain what was going on. Jan started at the beginning and highlighted her on our exhibitionist games. 

Susan initially didn't believe her until I went to the bedroom and returned with the coupon I had given Jan that morning. I told Susan she had stumbled onto our secret and asked her to keep it to herself, and if she was not too uncomfortable with Jan's nudity Jan would show her the secrets of her cake.

Susan could not keep her curiosity in check and began asking questions about our "arrangement". When Jan looked over at me for guidance I told her that she had done nothing to be embarrassed about and should satisfy Susan's curiosity. As they went through the cake preparation process, Jan provided more details of her experiences starting with the first blackmail letter. 
While the cake was in the over, I retrieved the video that her husband Tom had seen, and put it in the machine for her viewing. 

It was hard to gauge Susan's reaction, but she stayed glued to the screen through the entire tape. At the end, Susan admitted she did not know if she could have gone through with doing what Jan had done. The bell for the cake went off and I left the room saying that if Susan was interested, we would be glad to share some of the other pictures we had of Jan's adventures and if she was really interested we might be able to help her experience some of what Jan was experiencing. Jan later told me that Susan admitted to being both fascinated by this other side of her and wondered if she would have the nerve to do the same. Jan left it by saying she would be glad to discuss it anytime she wanted. 

Shortly after Susan left a FedEx van pulled into the driveway. When I saw the van, I told Jan what I wanted her to do. She wasn't sure it was a good idea, being we were at home and all, but agreed. I gave her a medium-sized towel from the bathroom to wrap around herself and one for her hair. When she answered the door she apologized for not being dressed, but had just gotten out of the shower. 

The FedEx driver smiled as he looked her over, especially since the edges of the towel were barely together. When she took the package being delivered she released the towel as I had instructed, letting it fall to the floor. Suddenly she was standing naked in the doorway with her tits covered only by the package she was holding. Appearing flustered she turned, bent over to place the package inside the door, thereby providing a clear and very tantalizing view of pussy. She then reached over and re-secured the towel. She said she was so sorry, to which the driver replied that it was no problem and that she had made his day.

I decided we would have a late lunch in town so I brought Jan into the bedroom and pointed to the clothes I wanted her to put on. Lying on the bed was an orange, lightweight blazer and a black and orange print skirt. 
She commented on the lack of underclothes, but was not surprised when I said she would not need them. The blazer I picked was a two button affair and could be worn without a blouse, but Jan would have to be careful about leaning too far forward because it would swing out revealing her naked condition. It also was long enough so that the bottom ended a few inches below her butt. 

I remembered when she bought it that she wanted the length to be at the tips of her fingers. Her full skirt ended about two inches above her knees. To complete the look, I wanted her hair in an upsweep, leaving her neck bare. Her only jewelry consisted of a pair of black onyx, stud earrings. Jan asked what I had in mind, but I only told her that anticipation was an appetizer to a great meal and guided her to the car.

Jan was kind of surprised when we pulled into the metro parking lot. She started to ask a question, but I stopped her and told her she was not to speak unless spoken to. We got out of the car and after I retrieved a small shopping bag from the trunk, boarded the train. Jan was surprised when I slid into the seat first, placed the shopping bag on my lap and had her sit next to me on the outside. Passenger traffic was moderate to light as we moved from station to station. Jan was still not sure what was going on. I hadn't asked her to do anything but sit there. 

However, when we were a few stops from the city I leaned over and whispered in her ear that the fun was about to begin. As she looked at me, I told Jan to undo her skirt and hand it to me. She started to say something, but stopped when I put my fingers to her lips. I asked her if she trusted me and when she nodded yes I held out my hand and said, "Skirt please." 

She looked around and when she saw that no one seemed to be paying any attention to us she reached around to the side, undid the button at the top of the zipper, lowered the zipper, and rose up to remove the skirt. 
When she did this, the front flaps of the blazer gaped open and she realized she was exposing herself to anyone looking her way. 

As she lowered herself to the seat she saw that she had indeed been observed by a man a few seats down near the door and across the aisle from her. Red faced, she lowered her eyes and slid the skirt off her legs. When she looked up she saw the man still watching her as she folded the skirt on her lap and put it in the bag, feeling very self conscious of her situation. 

When she crossed her legs, her only exposure was a long expanse of leg. She checked her blazer to make sure she was covered and stared straight ahead. As we proceeded to the next station she saw that the man who had seen her had said something to the man seated next to him and that both were watching her intently. She mentioned it to me and I acknowledged I already knew. As we started to approach the next station I told Jan that this was our stop and she should get up and move toward the door. This put her right in front of the two men who were watching her. 

As we were starting to slow down I told Jan to reach up with both hands and hold onto the support pole. When she did this, her blazer rode up and the front flaps spread open. I told her to look and each of them and give them a smile. Both men were treated to the sight of a naked pussy no more than three feet in front of them until the train stopped and the door opened. As we exited the train the men mouthed "Thank you". I told Jan she had not only done well, but she had given at least two men something to talk about for some time to come.

As we walked down the boulevard from the Metro station I took the opportunity whenever we approached guys coming toward us to lift up the back of Jan's blazer and rub her ass. I told Jan she was to keep her arms at her side, knowing that with her blazer up at the back, the front flaps would be open to the bottom button exposing her from the pubic mound on down. I kept this up until we arrived at this art studio I had heard about at work. 

I had gotten the idea from the Sports Illustrated models section where the girls were wearing body paint and thought I might see how it would work out. I had already contacted the owner and explained what I wanted and he was only too eager to accommodate me. The owner said we could go into one of the back rooms, but I said that would not be necessary. I told Jan to remove her blazer because she was about to become the artist's canvas. The transformation took a little over two hours and during this time a small crowd had gathered in the shop as word got out in the neighborhood. 

His creation was exactly what I was looking for. He painted a multi-colored short-sleeved T-shirt "top" that ended about an inch or two above her belly button. The pattern of flowers, stems, leaves amid a swirl of background colors almost completely hid the fact that one was looking as naked skin. If I looked very closely I could make out her erect nipples. The "bottom" was a matching pair of multi-colored shorts that ended at mid thigh. I had seen girls on the streets dressed in form fitting clothes similar to the "clothes" that now covered my wife. The effect was amazing. 

There she was standing completely nude, but even when you looked very carefully you couldn't really be sure she wasn't covered. I put Jan in front of a set of dressing mirrors and asked what she thought of her new clothes. She said, "Let me guess, this is all you are going to allow me to wear the rest of the day." I smiled and when the artist had finished drying the paint with a hair dryer, I helped her put on her sandals, grabbed her hand and the shopping bag, and headed out the front door of the studio to the applause of the audience we had gathered. 

Jan's initial reaction was to cover herself up. When I told her she was drawing attention to herself, she dropped her hands and stood there with her arm through mine. She quickly realized that other than a few admiring glances from the men who walked by, no one seemed to realize she was completely nude. She had just redefined the concept of skin tight clothes. My only concern was that from the back it was really hard to avoid the appearance of a naked ass and I really didn't want to spend the rest of the day trying to keep us both out of jail. 

I reached into the shopping bag and withdrew a lightweight jacket I brought. I tied the sleeves around her waist, covering her ass, and off we went. It took about a half hour before Jan became comfortable with her situation. She was amazed that she could walk through the downtown area dressed in nothing but paint and no one seemed to be the wiser. 

She whispered in my ear that she was getting really turned on by all this and was concerned that her growing excitement would begin to show since the artist had not been able to completely paint the interior of her pussy. I told her we would head on back after grabbing something to eat and headed over to a sidewalk café that was just down the block.

We had just finished our meal when a black Lincoln Towncar pulled up to the curb. A middle-aged guy got out of the car and walked over to our table. When she looked up the man reached out and handed her a piece of paper. It was one of her coupons. I heard him asking Jan if she was willing to fulfill the conditions of the coupon and, after getting a nod from me, agreed. He handed her a pair of wrap around dark glasses that had been painted black on the inside. He then told her they were going for a ride and that her car was waiting. 

I could tell Jan was very unsettled by this, but took the hand that was offered and allowed herself to be guided to the back door of the car. She was not aware that I would be right behind her. As far as she could tell I was allowing a complete stranger to take her away dressed in nothing but paint to a fate she could only imagine. 

As she entered the car she heard the guy in the back say he had anxiously been awaiting her arrival. Unbeknownst to her I was in the front passenger seat. She was pushed to the center of the seat and the guy who had presented the coupon sat on her right. She was told to close her eyes as they removed the glasses and tied a black scarf across her eyes. I then watched as the sleeves of the jacket were untied and pulled out from behind her. There was insufficient space in the back for her to cross her legs so she pressed her knees together. The coupon man told her to relax and let her legs swing open, which she did. As the car drove off she knew she was exposed to everyone in the car as it drove off.

The thing that initially threw Jan off was that even though she was exposed to at least three men, no one touched her. She later told me that this experience both scared and excited her. As far as she knew I had just turned her over to a group of strangers to whom she had committed to doing whatever they ordered. We rode for about a half hour and drove up to a large ranch-style house in what appeared to be an upper middle-class neighborhood. Jan was helped out of the car and led to the front door. Upon entering the house, her sandals were removed. She was guided into what appeared to be a recreation room. 

Present was a couple and three women I assumed were wives of the three men in the car. The man who had presented the coupon announced that the evening's entertainment had arrived. As Jan stood there, everyone gathered around her, touching her hair, running their hands lightly over her body, commenting on how lovely she looked, and the fact that her husband had not exaggerated about how perfect she was. They also commented on how completely the paint hid the fact she was nude. This comment added to Jan's belief and anxiety that I was not present.

The first thing they did was to position her in a wide doorway and placed Velcro strips attached to a rope around her wrists. They then ran the rope through an eyelet that had been secured to the overhead framework and fasten the rope to a cleat on the side wall when her arms were outstretched above her head. They next opened her legs and placed a spreader bar attached to 
Velcro strips around her ankles. Once she was secured in place everyone moved back to admire their handiwork and take pictures of their prize. 

They then began to clean off the paint. I sat back with a drink in my hand as I watched Jan's nudity emerge from the multi-colored "clothes" she had been wearing. The first areas to be cleaned were her breasts. It looked like she was wearing a top with holes cut out for her breasts. They stopped for a few minutes to play with her breasts. I watched as two of the women took a nipple between their teeth and as they closed their lips on her breast, sucked the nipple into their mouth, pulling back until the nipple popped out. 

The effect was to elongate her nipples so they stood out even further than normal. They did this several times, much to Jan's obvious enjoyment. The next area was her pubic mound. Once cleaned, one of the men knelt in front of her and began lapping up the juices beginning to flow from her. Every time Jan pushed her pelvis forward for harder contact, the man pulled away. By now her clit was clearly evident. The man wrapped his lips around it and sucked it into his mouth, liberally beating it with his tongue. When it appeared she was about to cum, he pulled away as the paint was removed from the rest of her body. 

As a group they gently ran their nails across her body, ran their tongues up and down her body, tweaked her nipples, and rained kisses on her neck, ears, lips, arms, legs, breasts, ass, and pussy. Goosebumps spread across her arms and legs as the group hit sensitive area after sensitive area. The expressions on her face and the movements of her head told me the attention she was getting was really turning her on. 

This went on for about 15 minutes when one of the women reached into her glass and removed an ice cube and began circling her breasts. One after another they all joined in running ice cubes over her body, paying particular attention to her perky tits and exposed clit. Jan's body jerked back and forth as cubes were placed against different parts of her body. When the ice had melted, one of the women went over to an adjoining table and picked up a pair of nipple clamps attached to a slender silver chain. 

One at a time she massaged Jan's nipples until they again stuck out about an inch, and then attached a clamp to the extended flesh. I don't think Jan initially felt the pinch because of the ice, but as the coldness left her tits I knew she could feel the pinch by the moaning sound that escaped her lips. They then reached down and began massaging her clit which had already been coached it out of its hiding place, and continued pulling on it until it stood out like a large pencil eraser. 

Once they were satisfied it had reached its maximum length, they took a small plastic clip like you might secure a bag of chips with and clamped it to the flesh above her clit, trapping it in its extended position. This clamp also had a silver chain attached, which they clipped to the chain hanging from her breasts. 

The women moved to seats next to the man they were with that evening and began making out with them. One approached me, but I gently declined as I watched my wife standing there wondering what was going to happen to her next. She told me later that the pressure of the clamps seemed to be replaced by a heated, but not unpleasant sensation that seemed to focus her total attention on her breasts and clit. She could hear the opening of zippers and hear the sounds of oral sex going on around her. 

A short while later, one of the men approached Jan and began pulling on the chains until the blood-trapped nipples stood out even further. I couldn't tell whether the moans coming from her were sounds of pleasure or pain. This continued for a few more moments and then they were removed. It only took a short while before it became evident that the rush of feeling back to her nipples and clit were sending signals of pleasure and pain to the affected areas.

One of the women then approached with what appeared to be a small, narrow Teflon coated spatula. She walked behind her and began applying light smacks to her cheeks. I was about to get up and put a stop to it, knowing Jan did not like being hit, but the man next to me put his hand on my arm and said, "Give it a couple of minutes. Ingrid is a master at this. I can guarantee favorable results." Ingrid then changed her pattern. She increased the intensity of her strokes, followed by gently running her hand over the area she had just hit. As she continued, she began gradually running her fingers down her ass crack and over her open cunt. 

At first Jan did not respond, but gradually began raising her ass to meet the approaching fingers probing her cunt. Ingrid came around to the front and began lightly striking her breasts and pussy. The spatula was narrow enough that she was able to make full contact to her exposed clit. Again, each hit was accompanied by a gently massaging of the area struck. The moans now coming from Jan were those of pleasure, not pain. This continued for about ten more minutes until she was told they thought that Jan was ready for the next step.

As a group, the men approached Jan. They removed the Velcro straps from around her wrists and ankles, allowing her arms to fall to her side. Once released, she was not able to hold herself up and fell into the waiting arms around her. She was lifted up and placed on her back on a short table about three feet wide in another part of the room. The table stretched from just above her shoulders to just below her butt. Her arms were once again secured by Velcro straps to cleats on the legs of the table. Her legs were spread wide open and secured around the legs. In this position her head hung back over the table edge, and her pussy was spread open about four inches past the edge of the table's edge. In this position, the lips of her pussy were laid out flat, fully opening up her slit, causing her clit to be completely exposed, sticking up like an erect penis. 

One of the men reached over and picked up what looked to be an ostrich feather and began running it over her upper body. Another feather was picked up and was applied to her legs, stomach, and exposed clit. The effect on Jan was immediately evident. The moans of pleasure and undulation of her hips as the feather was passed over her clit completely overshadowed what had to be an uncomfortable position. Her slit continued to open up and her fluids flowed out and across her inner thighs. 

While her breasts were being attended to by two of the men, a third knelt between her thighs and getting real close began blowing hot air on her clit. He then grabbed her clit between his lips and began sucking on it like it was a nipple on a baby bottle. By now Jan was in seventh heaven. He released her clit and began running his tongue in and out of her cunt. One of the women came over and began inserting her fingers into her. 

I watched in amazement as she began working four fingers up into her, followed by her thumb and began fisting her. The next thing I saw was a guy at her head, feeding his cock into her mouth. The position of her head allowed him to fully insert his cock. The impression of his cock could be seen as a bulge in her neck. He was careful however to give Jan sufficient time to breath. When the woman removed her hand, Jan's hole remained gaped open, and then slowly began to close until the gap was about a half inch. 

By now, one of the men had removed his clothes, positioned himself between her legs, and plunged into her slick pussy. As he pounded into her pussy, he kept working his thumb back and forth across her clit until both she and he cried out as their orgasms took hold. One after another the men had their way with her as Jan experienced orgasm after orgasm. 

The man next to me turned and said that we were now ready for the finale. I wasn't sure what they meant. It seemed that the group had fulfilled our bargain in spades. One of the men then approached Jan and began rubbing a cloth across her exposed slit. As I looked on with curiosity an adjourning door opened and a large German Sheppard was led into the room. I had read about women being fucked by animals, but had not considered exposing Jan to it. I decided to see how Jan reacted to this before taking any action. 

They led the dog up to Jan and released him. By now I figured the cloth they had rubbed on Jan must have been the scent of a bitch in heat. The dog put his nose up to her slit, then began lapping up the cum that continued flowing from her cunt. Jan immediately began responding to the tongue lashing she was receiving. Her breathing picked up considerably and the undulation of her hips made it obvious she needed a cock inside her. The man beside the dog kept him from jumping up on Jan, but instead held his head at her pussy. By now Jan's vagina had gaped open about three quarters of an inch and the dog took advantage to not only to lick her clit, but insert his rapidly moving tongue into the exposed gap. Jan began begging over and over, "Someone, please fuck me... please fuck me, please!"

The man holding the dog whispered to her that the only one up to the task was the animal currently licking her, but that if she wished they would release the dog to finish her off. Without a moments hesitation Jan agreed and the dog rose up over her exposed body. I noticed that the dog's cock was about 7 inches long and about as wide as a toilet paper roll. It only took a couple of seconds for his cock to find Jan's exposed slit and without any hesitation plunged his entire shaft into her. It was like watching a mechanical piston going in and out of her cunt. It looked like he was on a cycle of two insertions a second with no let up. Jan was loudly yelling, "Yes! Yes! Fuck YES! Oh god YESS!." She screamed as she came once more, but the pounding continued and so did her litany of pleasure. 

A large bubble at the base of the dog's cock appeared and I sat mesmerized as the dog forced it up and into Jan's stretch slit. Shortly afterward, the movements of the dog subsided as Jan lay fully satiated. As the dog pulled out, Jan moaned the loss of the object within her.

They finally untied her as she continued to lay on the table with cum seeping out her pussy and running down her legs. One of the women brought over a warm washcloth and began cleaning her up as Jan came down off her emotional high. Once clean she was lifted to a sitting position and assisted off the table. 

Once she was able to walk she was escorted, still blindfolded and naked, out to the car. I got into the back seat and Jan was placed inside beside me. Once back on the road I reach over and removed her blindfold. Once her eyes adjusted to being able to see again, she looked over and was pleased to see that I had not really left her alone. She snuggled up to me and fell asleep. When we got back to the Metro station where we had parked our car, I put Jan, still naked, into the car and drove home. As I helped her from the car I noticed Susan watching from her window.

The next morning, Jan came out into the kitchen. The freshness of her face, her smile, and the manner of her walk looked like a woman who had been thoroughly fucked the night before. I asked how she felt and she answered, "Wonderful!" She told me she had a great time the night before, but wasn't sure she would look forward to repeating the occasion. I gave her a hug and kiss and told her how glad I was she was my woman. 

The problem is, I have six more coupons and do not have the foggiest idea of how I am going to use them.

To be continued