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My Perfect Wife
By Mike M. (mikem00007@hotmail.com)

***

A proper Catholic wife gets unknowingly blackmailed by 
her husband to become the woman he had always dreamed 
of having. (M+/F, reluc-wife-exh, husband-voy, orgy, 
glory, blkmail, alcohol)

***

Author Notes: 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 would especially like to hear 
from the women out there as to ideas they might have. 

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I have in 
putting it together. BTW, I ended up being one of the 
neighbors in the story.

***

My wife, Jan, and I have been married for 7 years. We 
are both 28 years old. She is an extremely attractive 
natural redhead who measures 36-24-35, with between a B 
and C cup, depending on the time of month, flat belly 
that indents from her hip bones, a narrow waist, and 
when laid back has a very prominent pubic mound. In 
other words, she is a very hot dish for which I am 
extremely lucky. She comes from a very strict Catholic 
upbringing and was a virgin when we got married. 
Because of her upbringing she was very prudish in her 
behavior, even to the point that on our wedding night 
she was reluctant to let me see her naked. She is now a 
changed woman because of what happened about a year 
ago.

We had been on vacation in the Carolinas and had 
thoroughly enjoyed a week of frolicking at the beach. 
Even at secluded beaches with no one around I was 
unable to get Jan to loosen up for a little petting. 
She said that there was no way I would get her to go 
topless on the beach and that our sex games would have 
to be restricted to the bedroom. Near the end of our 
vacation we got caught out in a summer rain and Jan 
ended up coming down with a cold. The day we were due 
to go home she was really suffering from a stuffy nose 
so I went to the pharmacy to get some cold medicine. 

I picked up various cold products so Jan could have a 
comfortable ride back North. I gave her a couple 
teaspoons of Formula 44 and a couple of cold tablets. I 
wasn't worried about the warning on the labels that 
they could make you drowsy since I normally drove. What 
I didn't realize when I gave her the cold tablets was 
that the instructions said to only take one every 12 
hours. When we started home we had about a three-hour 
drive before reaching the Interstate. It wasn't long 
into the ride that Jan said she was tired and was going 
to lay back and rest. Before getting on the interstate, 
I stopped at a gas station for a couple of sodas. I had 
trouble waking her and when I did she sounded drunk. 

However, I thought it time to give her a couple more 
cold tablets, which seemed to be keeping her breathing 
clear. We had been on the interstate for about 30 
minutes when I noticed that Jan was really out of it. I 
became a little concerned and tried to wake her, but 
she was dead to the world. It was then that I decided 
to fulfill a fantasy of mine and see if I could expose 
her to the truck traffic going up the highway. I always 
traveled with a CB radio so I figured I could hear what 
truckers reactions would be to seeing a little flesh.

It was a warm summer day and Jan was wearing one of her 
sundresses that buttoned down the front. I opened the 
windows and initially raised the hem of her dress until 
her panties could be clearly seen. Just exposing her 
panties gave me such a hard on I thought I was going to 
cum in my pants. I traveled up the highway slowing up 
as I passed trucks. A couple remarked on the seat cover 
in a four-wheeler that matched my car. 

I decided to see how far I could push this situation so 
I pulled off at the next rest area, far enough away 
from the restroom facilities that I would not be 
noticed. I again tried to wake Jan – nothing. I went 
around to the passenger side, opened Jan's door, 
completely unbuttoned her dress and removed her bra and 
panties. I was initially thinking of leaving her nude 
but was concerned she would wake up and really bitch me 
out. 

I put her dress back on set her sunglasses on her face, 
turned her head toward me, and pulled back out on the 
highway. As I got back on the highway I heard these two 
truckers talking away and decided to see if I could 
locate them to fulfill my fantasy. It took me a couple 
of miles to learn the identities of the trucks and soon 
saw them up ahead of me.

I reached over and unbuttoned the buttons on Jan's 
dress down to her waist. I had not exposed her breasts, 
but the gap in her dress was enough so you could see 
she was not wearing a bra and the hem of her dress was 
just below where here pussy could be seen. I drove 
slowly past the first truck I came too and lingered 
long enough to give him a view of my wife. His call 
sign was Virginia Gentleman, and as I moved out I heard 
him tell his partner that an interesting sight would be 
coming up on his left so he should be paying attention. 
He also stated that it would have been a much better 
sight if there was a bit more exposure. 

Before reaching the second truck, I opened her dress so 
that her breasts were completely exposed. As we passed 
the second truck I heard him whistle and admire the set 
of headlights that were staring him in the face and how 
really mouth watering her nipples looked. Well this set 
off the Virginia Gentleman because he said he didn't 
see any tits when we went by him and it was a shame he 
missed the sight. I smiled and decided to slow down and 
pull in behind the second truck, waiting for the first 
one to catch up. 

I unzipped my pants, took out my cock, which by now was 
fully erect, and wrapped Jan's hand around it. I waited 
until the first truck passed me and proceeded to follow 
it, moving her hand up and down my shaft as if she was 
playing with me. As I came next to the cab of the 
second truck, I heard him tell his buddy to slow down 
so he could have a better show. He must have noticed 
that I had a CB antenna and said that if I could hear 
him he would sure appreciate it if I would unbutton the 
rest of her dress. I thought about it a couple of 
seconds and decided to do it. 

I released Jan's hand and reached over and unbuttoned 
the rest of her dress while pacing the truck. When I 
finished, I pulled the dress apart so she was lying 
completely naked. I still remember the sun shining in 
and lighting up her red bush so it looked like it was 
on fire. And her hair was so fine that with the 
sunlight you could easily see where her slit began. I 
was then asked to spread her legs so he could get a 
good look at her goodies. It took some effort, but I 
was finally able to get her right knee up against the 
door panel and her left knee against the center 
console. 

I then slowed up and let both trucks get ahead of me. I 
then took her hand and put it on her pussy and 
proceeded to put her finger inside her. I was surprised 
to find that her pussy was moist and the more I moved 
her hand back and forth, the wetter she became. I 
slowly passed both trucks again giving them plenty of 
time to take in the sights. It was at this time that I 
got concerned that she might wake up from getting 
excited and decided to pull back and regroup. 

I rearranged Jan's dress so that it was almost closed, 
but with her pussy still showing, and put her hand back 
on my swollen cock. I then returned to the side of the 
truck and continued moving Jan's hand up and down until 
I shot my load. Once I was done, I picked up speed and 
pulled away from the trucks. The truck driver said 
thanks until we meet again. After I got away from the 
initial trucks, I again completely opened her dress and 
left her exposed to the trucks the entire way up the 
highway. 

There were many, many appreciative truckers that day. 
Jan was still out when we got home, so I carried her in 
and put her to bed. When she woke up in the morning she 
had no recollection of the ride home for which I was 
extremely thankful. I knew that if she found out she 
would be really, really pissed. I just hoped I would be 
presented with an opportunity like that again some 
time.

I didn't understand the context of the truck driver's 
message about "until we meet again" until about a week 
later when I received a package in the mail with 
instructions to review the contents when I was alone 
and that I would be contacted later. When I did I was 
shocked to see that the entire incident on the road 
with the first truckers had been videotaped. I didn't 
know what to do and decided to just wait until I heard 
from my blackmailer. 

The next couple of days I spent in agony trying to 
decide what to do. I received a second package and in 
this package was a series of pictures that had been 
obviously made from the tape. It not only had pictures 
of my naked wife, but also had pictures of my wife 
leaving the house, getting in and out of the same car I 
had been driving, shopping and coming out of church. 
The note said that if I didn't agree to do whatever he 
told me he would release both the video and pictures to 
the Internet, send copies to her parents, members of 
her church group, and her neighbors. 

I realized that Jan would die if that happened and that 
my marriage might be down the toilet. If I agreed I was 
to contact him by email. I talked to a friend and he 
gave me some suggestions. His ideas intrigued me. The 
more I thought about it the more I thought I could get 
my wife to forgive me since we were really, really in 
love with each other and she always said that my sex 
drive was going to get me in trouble one of these days. 

By now a plan had begun to form in my devious mind as I 
thought over suggestions on how to turn this situation 
to my advantage. I decided to answer the blackmailer, 
but my answer was not what he was expecting. I told him 
that I would refuse to be blackmailed, but that 
together we might be able to force my wife into 
becoming more like the wife I always dreamed of having. 

The first part of the plan would be to get Jan to 
accept her situation and to go along with our demands, 
providing I was there to ensure her safety. He emailed 
me back that the deal wasn't what he expected, but that 
he liked the idea and would cooperate with me to gain 
control over my wife. He said he would be capturing 
everything that happened from here on out by camcorder 
and digital pictures. I agreed providing that they were 
for our own use and would not be let out publicly and 
he agreed. The next step was to approach my wife.

I decided that just coming out with the whole mess 
would not go over well. So I decided to take Jan out to 
a nice restaurant for a good meal, consume a couple 
bottles of wine, and then confess what I had done. Wine 
has always affected her in that it seemed to make her 
horny and much more of a "fun" person. When she was 
sufficiently loosened up from the wine I told my story. 

I could see the color drain out of her face and the 
anger begin to take hold. I didn't say anything about 
the packages yet, but let her vent at me about how I 
could have done such a thing. I explained how much I 
loved her and had always fantasized about her being 
naked besides me outdoors and having sex games. I went 
on to explain that since she was completely out of it, 
I didn't see the harm and I didn't think she would ever 
know about it. 

It took a while, but after a couple more glasses of 
wine, I finally calmed her down to where she said she 
had not forgiven me, but understood why I had done it. 
At this point I knew I had won half the battle, but the 
hardest part was yet to come. Once we got over that 
part I said that I had only told her a part of the 
story, but she would have to wait until we got home to 
hear the rest. She didn't understand and persisted, but 
I told her that it would be a lot clearer and easier to 
explain if she waited. She finally agreed.

When we got home I showed her the videotape and the 
note I had received from the blackmailer. She was 
completely beside herself. She definitely did not want 
any of the pictures or tape to be made public and asked 
me what we should do. I said we could go to the police, 
but then everything would be made public. She rejected 
that option at once. She definitely did not want the 
police involved. 

I then suggested I email the blackmailer and see what 
it was he wanted to get the tape and pictures back. We 
discussed the ramifications of what this decision might 
be. She finally said she would do anything necessary to 
keep the material private, which was exactly the 
position I was hoping she would take. I promised her 
that whatever we had to do, I would be at her side. 

Armed with this, I emailed the sender of the package, 
who I now considered my accomplice. I told him what I 
thought would be a good first test and where we should 
do it. He agreed and said I would be receiving an 
appropriate email shortly that I could show to Jan. 
When it arrived, I immediately took it to Jan to see. 
It basically stated that this would be a test to see if 
we were serious about keeping the pictures private. 

Jan was to select her shortest dress and on Saturday, 
we were to go to a restaurant at a mall across town. We 
were to sit on high-back stools at a bench-type table 
overlooking the food court. I was to email him my cell 
phone number and he would contact me with further 
instructions. He gave us the time to be there and 
warned that if we failed his test we knew the 
consequences. Jan and I talked it over and decided that 
what was being asked was not too bad, especially since 
we would be in a public place. We went to her closet to 
select a dress. The shortest one she had was an A-line 
dress with a hemline that came about 3 inches above her 
knees. She had worn this one before and didn't feel too 
conspicuous in it. Bra, panties, hose, and low heels 
completed the outfit. Jan then waited nervously for 
Saturday.

Before leaving for the mall on Saturday, I suggested 
that Jan have a couple glasses of wine to ease her 
nerves. She agreed. I poured a large glass of wine, but 
added a couple shots of vodka. She didn't notice the 
taste difference in either glass. By the time we 
reached the mall, she had mellowed out a bit. We got to 
the restaurant a little ahead of time and got seated 
where we were instructed. Since it was around noontime, 
we ordered a sandwich and a glass of wine. 

From where we were seated we were a floor above and 
could see the entire food court below us. Of course, 
everyone below could easily see those of us seated at 
the window tables. When Jan sat down, her skirt rode 
another couple of inches up her legs, but she was 
careful to keep her knees together so no one below 
could see up her skirt. We had just started to eat when 
my cell phone rang. It was Bob (the truck driver who 
was now working with me). He asked if we were ready and 
I said we were. I passed the phone to Jan. 

She listened for a couple of seconds and passed the 
phone back. She said he warned her of what would happen 
if she failed to follow his directions. I put the phone 
up to my ear and nodded as if getting instructions. I 
then turned to Jan told her that she was to scoot 
forward on her seat, raise he skirt up a few inches and 
let her knees fall open so he could see what she was 
wearing. The extra couple inches put her skirt a little 
more than halfway up her thighs. She initially opened 
her knees a couple of inches, but I told her he wanted 
them opened about a foot. She should also keep her feet 
on the rung of the stool. 

She hesitated a few moments then did what he asked, 
continually scanning the food court to see if anyone 
was watching. I told her to drink more of her wine and 
relax. I assured her that no harm was being done so she 
should act like nothing was wrong. After about a minute 
I nodded into the phone again and told Jan that she was 
to go to the restroom and remove her hose and return. 
She did, passing me her hose so I could put them in my 
pocket. She got back on the stool and was instructed to 
resume her previous position. 

As she sat there she noticed a few people looking up 
and it was obvious from their pointing that they could 
clearly see her panties. I spoke into the phone, nodded 
my agreement and told Jan she was to raise her skirt 
further up her legs and start swinging her knees open 
and closed. Her skirt was now a good foot above her 
knees. In the open position her legs spread about a 
foot and a half apart. Jan tried to ignore the fact 
that more people below were becoming aware of her 
position and could clearly see her white panties as her 
legs opened. 

I nodded into the phone again, and then told Jan she 
was to go back into the restroom and remove her panties 
and bring them back to me. She said she would rather 
not. I passed this information onto Bob who told me to 
remind her of what would happen if she didn't. She 
really didn't want to do it, but when I said he was 
beginning to get really impatient with her and wouldn't 
take much more of her delaying tactics, she did. 

When she returned, she sat there with her knees 
together while I put her panties on the table against 
the window with the menu behind them so that people in 
the restaurant would not see what was going on. I spoke 
into the phone to advise that she had done what he 
desired. I then told Jan she was to shift forward 
again, raise her skirt up to where they were before and 
resume swinging her knees open and closed. 

After a couple of minutes of this I told her she was to 
swing her knees as wide as she could and leave them 
that way while keeping her feet on the rungs of the 
stool. She about died of embarrassment, but did what 
she was told. By now, many more people were looking up 
and Jan realized that many were aware that her display 
was not accidental, having seen her wearing panties 
just a short while earlier. She was trying to carefully 
to keep her eyes on the table or straight ahead, so I 
nodded my head as if getting further instructions and 
told to look down and briefly make eye contact with 
those who were staring up at her. 

I told her to reach under her skirt and tell me if she 
was wet. She was beet red as she did this and was 
embarrassed to admit that she was. I told her the last 
thing she was to do was put one finger in her pussy and 
give it to me to suck on. When that was done she could 
close her legs and we could go home. She looked around, 
let her hand drop between her legs, quickly inserted 
her finger inside herself and offered her finger to me. 
I took it completely into my mouth, let her slide it 
out, and then licked my lips as I inhaled her aroma. 
She then quickly closed her legs, tugged down on her 
skirt, and got up to leave. In her hurry to leave the 
restaurant she didn't notice that I left her panties on 
the table.

On the way home I asked how she felt. She told me her 
emotions were all screwed up. On one hand she was 
totally in shock about what she had been forced to do, 
but on the other she felt a certain tinge of excitement 
about what had happened. I reached under her skirt and 
felt that her pussy was totally drenched, her pussy 
lips had pulled back to expose the opening to her 
vagina and her clit stuck out like a little nub. 

I took the opportunity to begin massaging her clit. She 
reclined her seat a bit and I played with her clit 
until she had a huge orgasm. As she lay there 
recovering, I lifted the bottom of her skirt until she 
was exposed and continued to play with her, running my 
fingers up and down her slit, inserting two fingers 
into her while rubbing her clit with my thumb. The 
excitement she was feeling made her oblivious to the 
fact that we were on the beltway, putting on a show for 
everyone we passed that could see into our car. I 
stopped when she had her second orgasm, but left her 
exposed until she finally sat up. She asked what I 
thought would happen next, to which I replied I was 
sure we would find out soon enough.

**

I wanted to build on the progress we had made so I 
planned the next event to happen the next day. The next 
afternoon I told Jan that I was going out to hit a few 
golf balls, and would be back in about an hour. After I 
left I called Bob and told him to call my wife on her 
cell phone. He was to congratulate her on passing 
Saturday's test and this was to be her second test. I 
was sure she would protest that I was not there, but he 
was to assure her she would not be leaving her 
property. 

Meanwhile, I had parked around the block, removed my 
digital camera, and hid in the bushes surrounding our 
house. When Jan got the call from Bob she was initially 
frightened. After he got her calmed down he asked what 
she was wearing. She told him she was wearing her 
cleaning smock, bra and panties. He told her to remove 
her smock and to go out into the back yard. He said he 
was in a position to see if she was following his 
directions and wanted to see her walking around the 
backyard in her bra and panties. She realized she was 
at risk of being observed from some of our neighbors 
even though much of our backyard is fairly well hidden. 
She pointed this out to him, but he asked if she would 
prefer he require her to walk out the front door and 
walk around the block. She chose the back yard. 

While she was walking around, she was instructed to 
remove her bra, followed shortly by her panties. She 
was then told that she really needed to get on her 
hands and knees to remove the dandelions that were in 
the grass, making sure that all were removed. She was 
then to lie out on the lounge chair and take some sun. 
While she was doing this, I was busy snapping dozens of 
pictures. I repositioned myself so I could see the 
front of the house. 

When Jan came back in the house she was then directed 
to open the front room curtains and to stand in the 
window for 5 minutes looking out into the street. If 
she saw anyone coming she was not to move out of the 
window. My idea was to get her used to being naked and 
more so naked in places where she might be seen. From 
where I was hidden, I got some outstanding shots of my 
wife in the bay window. I especially liked the one with 
her feet apart and her hands pushing her hair back over 
her head. 

Bob told her she did good and had successfully passed 
his second test. When I got home she told me what had 
happened and was relieved that none of the neighbors 
noticed. I decided that her behavior needed to be 
rewarded so I took her into the local mall, let her 
pick out a piece of jewelry, went to an expensive 
restaurant, and had a very relaxing evening. That 
evening in bed she was very appreciative.

The next day Bob and I conversed by phone to plan our 
next step. I had a lot of things I wanted to do, but 
decided Jan wasn't ready for them. We discussed various 
possibilities and agreed that we didn't want to push 
her too far too fast. Our plan quickly came together 
and we would use the next weekend to put it into 
effect. Our idea was to get a bit more exposure in a 
public and that another run down the highway might be 
appropriate, but this time with more participation from 
Jan. 

Bob's next email to me (for Jan to read) said that if 
we continued doing as he desired he would return Jan's 
tape and pictures with a solemn promise that no one 
would ever see them. He went on to say that I was to 
treat Jan to a nice dinner in a downtown restaurant 
Friday evening. Jan was to dress in a skirt and blouse 
set, but could not wear any panties or pantyhose. He 
would contact us later with more specific instructions. 

Jan was really nervous about this since, except for the 
previous weekend, she never went anywhere without 
undergarments. I reminded her of the consequences and 
that after last Saturday how much worse could it get. 
She finally agreed but said that no way was she going 
to do anything that required her to get naked in the 
restaurant.

When Friday arrived and we were ready to leave for 
dinner, I handed her a box. When she opened it I told 
her that since I knew how uncomfortable she was wearing 
heels in bare feet, I bought her a pair of thigh-high 
hose that would stay up without a garter belt. She 
thanked me, and then tried them on. She asked how they 
looked, but I told her it was hard to tell without 
seeing the whole package. She smiled and lifted her 
skirt until I could see her pubic hair. She blushed 
when I told her just how hot she looked. I suggested 
going upstairs, but she laughed and said she wished we 
could but we had to get to the restaurant before she 
got in trouble. 

As we drove into town, I had my hand up her skirt 
playing with her. As her excitement built, the skirt 
came higher and her legs opened up to allow me easier 
access. She said how good it felt and asked me to put a 
finger in her. She jumped when I hit her clit. I played 
with her until I felt her start to cum, and then 
stopped. She pleaded with me to continue but I said I 
wanted to wait until we could both enjoy the moment 
together. By now she had forgotten that she was about 
to be in public with nothing on under her skirt. And 
the flush of her cheeks was a clear indication that she 
was sexually aroused, which is just what I had planned. 

While waiting for a table I ordered double martinis. We 
had finished our second drink and just after being 
seated at a table, Jan's cell phone rang. She answered 
it, told me it was Bob and handed me the phone. I told 
Jan that he complimented her on how nice she looked. I 
answered into the phone so Jan could hear me that she 
had not worn panties as he instructed, but that I had 
bought her a pair of thigh-highs which he said was ok. 

I nodded into the phone and said that yes, she was 
wearing a bra, and then told Jan she was to remove it. 
When she returned from the ladies room I could 
immediately tell she was now braless. With each step 
she took you could see the sway of her breasts and the 
movement across the fabric had caused her nipples to 
visibly harden. I couldn't tell if the flush I was 
seeing was from embarrassment or excitement.

As the waiter took our order Jan looked nervously 
around to see if she could spot someone watching her, 
but with no success. As the waiter left, I nodded into 
the phone and told Jan she was to rise up and adjust 
her skirt so that her butt was directly on the seat. 
She did this with some difficulty since she didn't want 
to advertise to others in the restaurant what she was 
doing. I told her he said well done and that she was to 
put her napkin next to her plate and lift up her skirt 
until the hem was sitting in her lap. Tears started to 
show in her eyes as she complied. I tried to console 
her by saying that she wasn't really showing anything 
but the tops of her legs. She nodded her head and dried 
her tears.

When the waiter brought the salad, he couldn't help but 
notice how much of Jan's legs were showing above her 
hose. His eyes lit up when he looked over at me as I 
gave him a slight nod. I knew we were going to get 
special service the rest of the night. Jan's eyes were 
on her plate, but I finally got her to start talking to 
me and she appeared to be forgetting the state of her 
skirt.

I nodded into the phone and told her to unbutton her 
blouse. Her eyes pleaded with me and I began speaking 
into the phone. I told her that I had convinced him to 
not have her completely unbutton but would be happy 
with the top two buttons. With a big sigh of relief, 
she happily complied. I had learned earlier that if you 
push someone over the line, then retreat a bit they are 
generally inclined to comply with the easier request. 
This is what we had done with Jan.

Undoing the first button exposed her cleavage. The 
second button was a few inches below the bottom of her 
breasts and clearly showed she was wearing no bra when 
sitting straight up. When bent forward, the blouse 
opened up and exposed her entire breast. I had to 
adjust my pants to make room for an enormous erection.

I saw the waiter coming with our food. I nodded again 
into the phone and told Jan to put her elbows and hands 
on the table and stay that way until after the waiter 
left. As she hesitantly complied, her blouse dropped 
away in front, giving the waiter a bird's eye view of 
her front all the way down to her waist. Her face was 
flush and she kept her eyes on her plate. The waiter 
flashed me an OK sign with his fingers as he served the 
food. 

When the waiter left I spoke into the phone saying that 
I was sure Jan would appreciate that and that I would 
pass on his instructions for the next day and hung up. 
When she asked what was going on I told her that Bob 
was impressed with her willingness to comply with his 
wishes and as a reward she could button up the lower 
button, but she was to leave her skirt as is, which she 
immediately did. She was clearly relieved and did not 
appear to be concerned about how high her skirt still 
was. 

**

The previous evening we were given instructions that 
Jan was to dress in the same sundress she had on 
originally, no underwear, and on Saturday morning at 9 
am we were to drive South on the interstate. He would 
contact me on my cell phone and give directions as to 
what he wanted. The time we picked was based on the 
time the sun would provide maximum side light into the 
car. Jan was also to remove all pubic hair except for a 
one-inch stripe above, but not touching her slit. 

I was also to turn my CB on so she could hear what was 
being said about her as we passed other truckers. It 
also contained the usual warning of what would happen 
if she refused. Over the rest of dinner Jan and I 
discussed what was being done to her at length. I told 
her we should agree providing we didn't have to pull 
the car into a secluded spot at any point along the 
highway. She thought about it for some time, but 
finally agreed. I told her I would help her get ready 
for tomorrow morning. 

When we got home I ran a bath for her and let her soak 
for about a half hour, making sure she had a couple 
glasses of wine while relaxing in the tub. Before she 
got out, I lathered up her pussy and shaved it 
according to the directions. We were amazed at how 
young the shaving made her look. I immediately got hard 
and told Jan that I would treat her to a massage and 
rub down. As you can imagine, I spent a lot of time on 
her pussy. Between eating her out and fucking, we had a 
fabulous time and didn't give the next morning much 
thought.

I woke up early the next morning eagerly anticipating 
the morning's events. I let Jan sleep in a bit then 
woke her and told her we needed to get ready. I fixed 
her breakfast and started her in on mimosas. She drank 
almost the entire bottle of Champaign without realizing 
it. She showered and I got out the sundress she had 
come home from the beach in. I told her she didn't 
really have to do this and I was sure we could weather 
the storm that would follow. She said no, she was all 
right with it, and this would go by before we realized 
it.

By the time we got ready to go, Jan had a slight buzz 
on from the mimosas. I gave her a glass of wine in a go 
cup with a couple shots of vodka to drink to further 
relax her. I had already filled Bob in what I wanted 
Jan to do and I knew we would be pushing the envelope. 
We got out on the highway heading south. I saw Bob's 
truck in the rest area as we went by and watched as he 
pulled out behind us. 

I slowed down slightly to let him catch up and then 
heard him on the CB asking if we were ready to play. My 
wife looked at me and nodded. I flashed my brakes and 
waited for his call. I expected him to call my cell 
phone, but he chose to use the CB to communicate with 
us, realizing everyone in range would be able to hear 
what was going down. It was still rather early so he 
told me to pull into the center lane so he could come 
up beside us, which I did. 

He told Jan she looked really nice this morning and 
told her to nod her head if she was ready to begin, 
which she did. He had her open her window, put on her 
sunglasses and lay her seat completely back. He then 
had her turn her head to him, smile, and slowly 
unbutton her dress to her waist. She hesitated for a 
few moments then began fumbling as she started on the 
buttons. When she finally got them undone he told her 
to open her top until both breasts were exposed. 

We heard other truckers asking where we were located 
and Bob relayed our position and speed. He told them to 
speed up or slow down and he would share his treasures 
with them. Jan's face was red. She had heard the entire 
conversation and realized she would be on display for 
everyone we came across. I also sensed she was somewhat 
excited by being forced to expose herself because of a 
change in her breathing pattern.

He then told her to start playing with her breasts 
until the nipples stood out hard. It only took a few 
minutes because her nipples are very, very sensitive. 
He then had her unbutton her dress the rest of the way 
and open up the sides so she was completely exposed. 
This was exactly the position she had been in a couple 
weeks earlier. The then had her pull the sides together 
from the waist down, slip the dress off her arms, let 
her top drop down around her waist, and for her to 
start rubbing her own breasts, pinching them then to 
make the nipples stand out farther. I could tell from 
the color that was coming into her cheeks and the fact 
she was breathing still faster that Jan was being 
turned on. He told us to fall in behind his truck and 
to follow him down the highway. 

Jan didn't understand why until he swung into the 
center lane and began calling down the highway to 
trucks in front of him to see the sweet package in the 
four-wheeler at his back door. Jan could hear the 
complements she was getting as we passed truck after 
truck and with the alcohol she had taken was beginning 
to enjoy the attention. This went on for a few miles 
and he again pulled back into the right lane and told 
us to come up beside him. When we were pacing him he 
told Jan to pull her dress back open and lay back as if 
asleep. This went on for a couple of minutes then he 
had her spread her legs for him. Jan didn't realize it, 
but she was doing what I had done to her the week 
before only now it was her, not me doing it. 

After we had traveled for a few more miles he told her 
to pull her dress out from underneath her and to throw 
it into the back seat. She was hesitant for a couple of 
seconds until Bob told her to DO IT and she did. She 
was lying there totally naked, exposed to this stranger 
telling her what to do. He had her smile and wave at 
him while he was capturing the entire thing on his 
hidden camcorder. He had us fall in behind him again 
and we went through the follow him routine again, only 
this time he slowed as he passed each truck asking how 
they liked his little slave girl. 

It seemed like every trucker was begging him to have us 
pull off the road so they could fuck her. This 
embarrassed Jan even more and she kept her head turned 
toward me. Every once in a while he would tell Jan over 
the CB to wave at his buddy and blow him a kiss, which 
she reluctantly did. After a few more miles he pulled 
back to the right and had us come along side again. 
This time he had Jan start playing with herself, 
inserting first one, and then two, then three fingers 
in her. He then told her to start rubbing her clit 
until she came. It only took about three or four 
minutes and she went into an orgasm. Her butt came off 
the seat and she started screaming that she was coming 
until fluid filled her hand. I am sure Bob was 
capturing her voice as well as the video. 

Bob then told her to take my cock out, kneel on the 
front seat with her butt toward the window, then to 
give me a blowjob until I came. I had never come in her 
mouth before, but Bob insisted that he better see cum 
coming out of her mouth when I was done or she would 
not be happy with being put out to walk on the highway 
in her present state. I was so excited that it didn't 
take me any time at all before I was shooting my load 
into Jan's mouth. She didn't swallow it all, but she 
was a trooper in her efforts. 

When she was finished she lay back in her seat and Bob 
again congratulated her on a job well done, but there 
was one more thing she was to do. We were to drive on 
ahead down the road and keep him advised of the mile 
markers as we went. When we were three miles ahead of 
him he would tell us to pull over. I was to pop open 
the trunk. 

Jan was to get her dress from the back seat, get out of 
the car, go to the trunk and put her dress in it. She 
was then to bend over as if searching for something 
until he passed us, at which time she could get back in 
the car, but without her dress. She initially said she 
wouldn't do it, but I reminded her of the consequences 
and said she would only be there a maximum of two to 
three minutes. She wasn't happy about it, but she did 
it. I was glad we were not the cause for an accident 
because people sure took their eyes off the road as 
they went by honking their horns. 

Bob went by and said we were free to return home, but 
with her dress in the trunk. She would not be allowed 
to get dressed until she was in our house. He said he 
would have someone watching to make sure she followed 
his instructions. I took advantage of Jan's state of 
mind and lack of dress to play with her pussy all the 
way home. I think she realized I was slowing down as I 
passed each truck but didn't voice any objection. When 
we got home she was so excited we never made it past 
the entry way. She grabbed me and said she had to have 
me in her right then and right there. She put her legs 
around my waist and we fucked standing up with her 
pushed against the wall.

After we were finished I asked her how she felt. She 
said she was nervous at first, but that the drinks and 
the excitement began to get to her and she was 
experiencing sensations she had never felt before. She 
was feeling more alive than she had in a very long 
time. I tried to hide my smile and said I was glad she 
was becoming more comfortable with the situation and 
that I was sure that in short order we would be free 
again. She said she thought she would take a relaxing 
bath and take a nap. I brought Jan a glass of wine to 
enjoy with her bath and let her sleep for about an 
hour, taking pictures of her naked form as she slept. 

During the following week our sexual activity took a 
significant turn upward. About Wednesday I mentioned 
this to her and she said she didn't know why but found 
herself reliving her experiences of the previous 
weekend. She said she was surprised, but found the 
episodes somewhat exciting. I said I didn't know about 
her, but the last couple days had been really great for 
me. She smiled and said maybe things will get even 
better – we would just have to wait and see. That 
caused me to smile.

As the weekend rolled around I asked if she had heard 
from our new found "friend". She said no and I said 
that maybe things would blow over and that perhaps we 
should go out Saturday evening if she wanted. I 
suggested we go out to a Mexican restaurant we liked 
and hit this country western club I had heard about. 
She liked the idea. I suggested she wear the outfit she 
used to square dance in. She laughed remembering how I 
liked to spin her and the skirt would sometimes flare 
out to waist level. Of course, she planned to wear the 
frilly panties that went with the set. She just didn't 
know what my plans were. 

On Saturday morning I suggested going to the community 
pool for a couple of hours. I fixed up a batch of pina 
colatas to take with us liberally laced with vodka. In 
the couple of hours we were basking in the sun she 
downed the entire batch, never realizing that I was not 
drinking. When I judged she was slightly tipsy I took 
her home. While sitting around the house I fixed her a 
couple more drinks to keep her buzz going. 

She laughed and accused me of trying to get her drunk 
to take advantage of her again. I just laughed it off 
and agreed that she had found me out. Before going out 
I fixed us both a martini. She doesn't normally like 
these but I told her I had bought a new gin and wanted 
her opinion. I make my martinis 6 to 1 and each glass 
is essentially a triple. When we finished our drink we 
headed out for the restaurant. Jan held on to my arm 
and snuggled up to me as she walked. It was obvious 
that all the sexual attention and the booze were 
causing her to lose some of her inhibitions. 

When we got to the restaurant we ordered my wife's 
favorite drink – Margaritas. I got up to go to the 
restroom and intercepted the waiter. I told him to 
triple up on the tequila in my wife's drink. We laughed 
and had a great time over dinner. She also had her 
second drink while sitting there. It was about nine pm 
before we left the restaurant and she was holding on my 
arm to keep from falling. I went to open my wife's door 
to the car. When she turned I began kissing her with 
some passion to which she immediately responded. 

I took advantage of the situation, reached under her 
skirt, ran my hand down into the panty set she was 
wearing and began finger-fucking her until she was on 
the verge of an orgasm. When she told me I had better 
stop or she would jump my bones there in the parking 
lot, I removed my hand from her panties and pulled them 
to her knees. She laughed and told me I was being a 
naughty boy, but she stepped out of them as I went back 
to rubbing my hand up and down her slit under her skirt 
until she was ready to cum, but stopped again. 

Even though she was in a highly excited state and was 
obviously feeling the days booze, it still surprised me 
that she helped me remove her panties. At any other 
time I could have never gotten away with this public 
display. We broke apart and she got in the car. As I 
went around the back, I opened the trunk and threw her 
panties in. By the time we reached the club Jan was 
feeling no pain and forgot that I had removed her 
panties earlier. She would put her hand on my crotch 
and gently rub my cock, making jokes about the work out 
he seemed to be getting. Meanwhile, I was running my 
hand from her knee to her pussy, keeping her on the 
edge of orgasm.

We got to the club about 10 and found an open booth 
near the dance floor. I followed into the right side of 
the booth so we were sitting side-by-side. I ordered a 
beer for me and another margarita for Jan. While 
sitting there I lifted up the side of her dress and 
continued stroking her leg and pussy. By now her legs 
were wide open affording me easy access. I also noticed 
a couple tables across the dance floor that was 
watching what was going on under the table. I was not 
sure they could actually see my wife's bare pussy, but 
it was obvious what was going on under her skirt. 

After Jan finished her drink I ordered her another and 
asked her out to for a slow dance. By now she wasn't 
too steady on her feet and I had to initially hold on 
to her until she got her balance after which she seemed 
to be okay. On the dance floor she put both hands 
around my neck and pressed her body up close, grinding 
against my hard cock. In my excitement I reached my 
right hand under the left side of her skirt and began 
to caress her bare butt. 

I was beside myself with excitement. Here I was with my 
prim and proper wife playing with her in a public 
place. The band started playing a faster tune and Jan 
pulled away and started swaying to the music. When she 
spun around the edges flared up like they always did, 
but this time she was showing much more than the frilly 
panties she normally wore. People on the sidelines were 
getting a much better show than I was so I reached for 
her like we do in a jitterbug and spun her around a 
couple of times myself such that I had a view of her 
bare pussy when it flared up. 

After the dance we returned to our booth. Jan took a 
bit more of her drink and then a guy from across the 
way come over, introduced himself and asked if he could 
dance with my wife. I gave my permission and they made 
their way out on to the floor. By now Jan was really 
blitzed. Her speech was slurry and she had to hang on 
to something or someone to stay on her feet. She might 
have thought she was still dancing with me because she 
put her arms around her new partner and laid her head 
on his shoulder. It was obvious that she was also 
grinding her pelvis into the guy she was with and he 
was holding her tight and rocking his cock back and 
forth across her outthrust cunt. When the song finished 
he returned with Jan to the table.

He said he was by himself and asked if he could join us 
for a bit. I agreed. Jan got into the seat next to me 
and he proceeded to get in beside her. Jan was now 
sandwiched between us. His boldness surprised me, but I 
decided to let things play out a bit to see where they 
would go. He said he name was John and was a computer 
programmer in a local company. 

Since I was involved in computers myself we were 
engaged in shop talk when I noticed his left hand had 
dropped under the table and Jan was starting to lean up 
against him. Her breathing had changed and I realized 
that John probably had his hand buried in her pussy. At 
least that was the way she was acting. I wanted to see 
if my suspicions were correct so I told him I needed to 
hit the head and would he mind watching over my wife 
while I was gone. He said no problem so I departed the 
table and headed for the restroom. 

As soon as I was out of sight I circled around the bar 
to the other side of the dance floor where I could 
watch my table unobserved. As I suspected, John had 
taken advantage of the situation. From where I stood, I 
could see that he had raised the front of her skirt to 
where he could look down and see my wife's pussy and he 
had his fingers buried into her slit while Jan was 
humping his hand. I watched for a couple of minutes 
then made my way back to the table. When he saw me 
coming, he dropped Jan's skirt and brought his hands 
back to the top of the table as if nothing had 
happened. 

I could see Jan was still squirming in her seat. I said 
that given her condition it would probably be a good 
time to take her home. John asked if he could have one 
last dance and I figured what the hell and agreed. He 
helped her back out onto the floor for the next slow 
dance. Jan again put her arms around his neck and 
snuggled back up to him. It only took me a few seconds 
to realize that this time he had dropped one of his 
hands up under the front of her dress and was busy 
finger-fucking her while she ground against him. 

Suddenly Jan stood straight up and the look on her face 
told me she was having an orgasm right there on the 
floor. The song soon ended and John asked if I needed 
help putting her in the car. I accepted his help and 
together we got her in her seat. As you can imagine, 
her dress rose up a number of times as she got in the 
car and when she was finally buckled into her seat, her 
seat belt had pulled the bottom of her skirt up so she 
was slightly exposed. I adjusted her seat back so it 
laid completely back which caused the seat belt to 
raise the skirt above the pubic hair stripe. 

I left her that way while I thanked John for his help. 
While he stared at her exposed position I explained 
that I was training my wife to be my slave and she was 
in the initial stages of training. He gave me his card 
with his phone number and email address and said he 
hoped we would come out again another time and offered 
to participate in her training. I promised we probably 
would and would see him then. Jan was just laid back in 
her seat during all this, completely out.

Jan woke up the next morning with a tremendous 
headache. I asked if she had a good time last night and 
she said she vaguely remembered most of it, even the 
part of me playing with her under the table until she 
reached an orgasm. I thought about it for a moment and 
decided to tell her the truth. 

I told her about John joining us, me going to the 
bathroom and finding John playing with her. I further 
told her that I was going to make an issue of it, but 
that she had told me she was really enjoying herself 
and thanked me for her having a good time. I even went 
on to tell her about being on the dance floor with the 
front of her skirt pulled up until she had what looked 
to be a fantastic orgasm. 

She blushed and asked if I was all right with what she 
did and I said sure, as long as she got enjoyment out 
of it, so did I. She looked at me closely to see if I 
really meant it. I told her I was not completely happy 
with the fact that some other man had caused her to 
reach a climax, but I also found it exciting at the 
same time. I went on to say that as long as I was with 
her, I had no problem with anything she did. Her eyes 
misted up and she told me how much she really loved me, 
would never do anything to hurt me, and really wanted 
me to be happy with her. 

Sunday we spent in the back yard sunning ourselves. I 
brought cocoa butter over and said I would massage her 
if she would like. It wasn't too long and I had her 
bathing suit completely off and in the process had a 
very passionate bout of sex there in the grass. I just 
wish I had had my camera when I got the idea to go in 
and get it while she was lying there nude. 

When I came back out and she saw what I had, she 
started to object. I told her that she was so sexy 
laying there that I would really like to take some 
pictures of her and that they would be only for me. She 
finally relented and allowed me to pose her in some 
very erotic positions. One of my favorites is her lying 
back with her feet against her butt and knees spread 
wide. She was leaning up on her elbows, but the thing I 
remember most is the way her hair trailed over her 
breasts and that her pussy lips had spread and the 
entrance to her cunt had opened to a degree you could 
clearly see about three inches into her vagina. The 
sight turned me on so much I couldn't help but bury my 
tongue in her and lapped at her juices until she came 
again. I was very pleased with the way my wife's 
attitude toward sex and sexual activities were 
beginning to change.

On Tuesday I received another package in the mail. It 
was from Bob. He had taken the tape he had first made 
and combined it with the film he had shot the week 
before. With his editing it looked like Jan was in 
control of the whole situation and would never convince 
anyone she had been sleeping and that she was unaware 
she had been stripped and exposed. The note said he was 
sure we would like this version better as well as all 
her friends and family. 

When Jan replayed the tape she realized how deeply 
trapped she was and started to shake with tears. It 
took over an hour for me to calm her down enough to 
read the note with the tape. The note with the package 
said that the next Saturday we were to go to shopping 
at the mall. She was to wear a short straight line 
skirt, a silk blouse, no bra, panties or hose except 
thigh highs, and had to visit at least three shoe 
stores. At each store she had to try on three pairs of 
shoes. More if she wanted. I could go with her for the 
first two stores, but the third she had to do on her 
own. She was to make sure that she exposed herself to 
whoever waited on her. He would have someone watching. 

As Saturday approached, Jan began getting nervous. She 
said she didn't know if she could do this. She said it 
was different when there were all sorts of space 
between her and others, and that the last weekend 
didn't count because she was too drunk to realize what 
was happening. But this time the guy would be up close 
and personal. I told her not to worry and to go with 
the flow. 

She might surprise herself and find she was enjoying 
the fact that some guys are going to have a bulge in 
the pants that will make it difficult for them to walk 
upright. I reinforced the fact that I would be there to 
watch out for her and that if at any time she was asked 
to do something she absolutely couldn't do, we would 
tell Bob to pound sand and live with the consequences. 
I said we could always move and start a new life 
somewhere else. 

My words must have allayed her fears because she seemed 
to settle out a bit. I said that Bob wanted her pussy 
free of hair and I would volunteer to do it. She said 
that since the hair was gone, so was the urine smell 
that seemed to linger after she had to pee. I laid her 
back on the bed and proceeded to remove the stubble 
that had grown back as well as the one inch stripe. 
When I had finished her pussy looked like a pre-teens. 
I complemented her on how really sexy she looked.

On Saturday, we went through Jan's closet looking for a 
skirt that would meet the requirements laid out. We 
finally settled on one she had not worn in a few years 
because it came just over the top of the thigh highs 
and she thought it too short. I told her it would be 
perfect. Jan put on some lipstick and perfume and 
followed me out the door. We got to the mall around 
noon. 

This time I did not provide any alcohol. I wanted her 
fully aware of what was going on. Jan was very aware of 
how vulnerable she was dressed and hoped she would not 
run into anyone she knew. She was continually tugging 
at the hem of the skirt and the blouse accentuated the 
fact she was wearing no bra. The blouse was a button 
down V-neck where the first button began at the center 
of her breasts. 

As we walked to the first shoe store I commented that 
she was a real knock out with her nipples sticking out 
in that silk blouse. She reminded me of how sensitive 
her nipples were and that the silk rubbing back and 
forth were sending shivers down to her loins and back 
up. I pinched one and found that it was hard as a rock. 
She said she didn't have to touch herself to know that 
she was wet.

We went into the first store, which only had one other 
customer. A salesman approached and asked if he could 
be of some assistance. I said that my wife was looking 
for something in black heels, gave him her size, and 
pointed to a bench for my wife to sit. 

The first thing I noticed when she sat down was that 
the skirt rose up three to four more inches to just 
below her pussy, with what seemed a very large expanse 
of skin between the top of her stockings and bottom of 
her skirt. I got up and walked in front of her and saw 
that anyone in front of her could look up her skirt and 
see bare skin. She tried to keep her knees together, 
but the bench that the salesman would sit in positioned 
her feet on either side. 

The salesman returned with three boxes, sat down on his 
bench and put the shoe boxes next to him. He then 
looked up and I could see his eyes widen a bit. Without 
missing a stroke, he reached into the first box and 
removed a shoe. He put his hand on Jan's calf, raised 
her foot up and removed her sandal. He then started to 
put the shoe on Jan's left foot, moving her leg back 
and forth to get the heel in. 

Both Jan and I realized he was spreading her knees much 
more than he needed to as he fit the shoe to her foot. 
He put her foot down in such a way that her legs were 
now open about eight inches. He then did the same to 
the other foot and at one time had spread her knees a 
good foot and a half. One of the other salesmen noticed 
what was going on and took up a position where he had a 
good view of Jan's slit. Jan stood up, walked around, 
commented on well they looked and said she would like 
to try the second pair.

By now I had gotten up and went to stand beside the 
other salesman. When Jan sat, her salesman proceeded to 
remove her shoes in such a way that his arms kept Jan 
from closing her legs. I commented to the other 
salesman that it was quite a view, to which he readily 
agreed. I told him I was trying to teach her not to be 
so prudish. I told him she needed to have a pair to 
wear with a mini dress she was going to receive. He 
smiled and suggested when she tried on the next pair 
she should stand in front of the mirror and raise her 
skirt up a bit so she could see what they would look 
like with more leg showing. 

As she was looking at the third pair of shoes in the 
mirror I told her that the salesman suggested raising 
her skirt so she could get the full effect of the shoes 
with a shorter skirt. She nodded ok and began raising 
the skirt from the hips. She raised it a couple of 
inches, but I told her that I thought her dress would 
probably be higher and to raise it a couple more 
inches. 

When the dress was just below her pussy slit I asked 
what she thought. What she didn't realize was that the 
tilt of the mirror gave a perfect view of her entire 
pussy, well above the pubic hair I had removed. I told 
her to drop her skirt and that we should look at a 
couple more stores before making a decision. As she 
went back to her seat I whispered in her ear that as 
the salesman was removing her shoes, absent mindedly 
let her knees fall wide open, which would be a thank 
you gift for helping you. When she did that I noticed 
that her pussy lips were turning as red as the flush in 
her cheeks and the slit was starting to spread open, a 
clear sign that Jan was excited. 

We went through the same routine at the second store. 
But by this time Jan's slit was open about a half inch 
and clearly wet from the juices coming out of her 
pussy. Her clit had popped out from under its hood and 
stood out, begging for attention. I could see her 
squeezing her legs together as we headed for the third 
store. The last store was slightly different in that 
rather than the seats facing the side of the store, 
they faced out into the mall. 

I told Jan that she would really make me happy if she 
could make sure I could see her pussy from my seat in 
the mall. This, of course, meant that everyone walking 
by the store while she was there was treated to the 
sight of my wife's naked, wide-open pussy. She bought 
the last pair she tried on and we exited the mall. 

When we got home I asked what had happened in the mall. 
She was first nervous, but by the end she was a true 
exhibitionist. She chucked and said that when she 
initially sat down she felt completely vulnerable. With 
the skirt up as high as it was she would be on display 
and unable to control what was happening. As soon as 
the salesman sat in front of her, his expression told 
her he realized her condition and the bulge that 
developed in his pants was clearly visible. 

She initially tried to ignore the situation, but as she 
allowed her legs to be opened she began to realize she 
really was in control and could permit or not permit 
him to see her. She said she knew that when I had her 
stand in front of the slanted mirror that everything 
must be clearly in view and the knowledge she had three 
horny men lusting after her sent shivers to her pussy. 
By the time she reached the third store she was 
enjoying the shocked expression of many of the people 
who stopped to admire the view she was providing. She 
finished by saying she was so excited she had seriously 
considered taking me into the restroom for some fast 
and furious sex.

On the way home she laid the seat back, raised up the 
front of her skirt and began running her fingers up and 
down her love canal, applying circular pressure on her 
clit. She said that I had my fun and that it was now 
her turn. After she had her orgasm she begged me to 
continue rubbing her clit because she wanted me in her 
as soon as we got home. I happily complied. To my way 
of thinking, the shopping trip had been a complete 
success.

On Wednesday a package arrived from Bob. Jan opened the 
package. In it was a black mini dress with a front 
zipper I had spotted at the mall the previous weekend 
and a pair of black lace panties that had three snaps 
to hold the front and back together at the crotch. He 
said he wanted her to save the outfit for another day 
and went on to say that he wanted us to go to a movie 
the next Saturday evening. He said he wanted her 
dressed in a black miniskirt that was at least eight 
inches above her knees. She was free to wear bra and 
panties of her choice. 

If we were agreeable I should email him back and he 
would give us the location of the movie house and time. 
Since I had already sent an email to Bob, I knew what 
would be in this note. I showed it to Jan and asked if 
she was still willing. She was again a little hesitant, 
but said that as long as I was with her she would 
agree. I told her I would send our agreement, but that 
we would have to go shopping. I also sent an email to 
John, told him what was going down and invited him to 
join us. He happily agreed and asked if he could bring 
a friend with him. I agreed.

That evening we went down to the mall to buy Jan a mini 
that met the stated requirements. Most of the ones Jan 
selected were too long. Since she is a size 8 I 
suggested we try in the youth section. There we found a 
wide selection. I had her try on a few I was interested 
in. The one I finally settled on was a frilly type that 
came about 4 inches below her butt. She thought it was 
a bit too short, but I finally convinced her it was 
what was required. I also noticed a couple outfits that 
showed promise and decided to come back later and 
purchase them without Jan's knowledge. 

One was a really nice scoop neck black mini dress with 
a hidden zipper down the back, and a really short 
gingham outfit that young teens were wearing now. It 
was designed to ride below the hips with a v cut in the 
front that looked like it stopped just above the pubic 
hair line and a matching puffy sleeve halter top that 
was designed to wear off the shoulders that reminded me 
of something Daisy Mae would have worn. 

The note we received back from Bob told us to be at a 
certain movie theater by 6 pm on Saturday. We were to 
sit in the third row from the back and in the center of 
the aisle. I emailed John and told him where we would 
be. I started Jan drinking in the middle of the 
afternoon. By the time we were ready to leave for the 
theater she had downed about a bottle and a half of 
wine and a couple bourbon and cokes. She wasn't drunk, 
but she definitely showed the signs that I recognized 
as "feeling friendly". When we got to the movie theater 
we found that they were showing an X-Rated film. 

Jan commented that she had never seen a porno film so 
this should be a new experience. If only she knew how 
true this would be. When we entered, the show had 
already started. While taking our seats I noticed there 
were about 20 or so guys and one other couple. I saw 
John and another guy in the next aisle over. As we 
watched the movie Jan commented she had heard about 
these kinds of films in college, but had never seen 
one. I told her to sit back, relax, and watch the show. 
A few minutes later my cell phone rang. It was Bob. I 
told Jan who it was and she was to lay back, keep her 
eyes closed until told other wise and just do what she 
was told. If she was willing to do that I was to tell 
him ok. She nodded and I said ok. 

A few minutes later Bob came over and sat on the other 
side of Jan. He was a handsome man in a rugged sort of 
way somewhere in his mid thirties. He told Jan how 
really nice she looked and how much he looked forward 
to this evening. The first thing he did was to take a 
black silk cloth from his jacket and proceeded to 
blindfold her. He asked her if she was afraid to which 
she answered yes. He told her to relax and that nothing 
would happen to her that she did not wish to have 
happen. He asked her if she understood and did she wish 
to continue. She said she understood, but although she 
did not really want to continue, she would. He then 
told her to relax and open her legs as wide as she 
could. 

When she did this, her skirt raised up to expose her 
white panties. He put his hand on her knee, which 
caused her to jump. He told her to relax and started 
making lazy circles with his hand on the inside of her 
right leg and told me to do the same with her left. 
Blindfolded, she was hearing the moans of the girl on 
the screen and feeling two hands on her legs making 
increasing large circles up the inside of her legs. I 
could feel the goose bumps our travels were causing and 
the increased breathing each time we got close to her 
panties. 

He asked if what we were doing felt good and did she 
want us to continue, to which she said yes. Bob finally 
reached her panties and drew his finger across her slit 
and asked if that also felt good. She again jumped when 
his hand made contact with the wet spot that was 
clearly visible on her panties, but she said it had 
felt good. My hand running up her slit and across her 
clit followed this. She started to close her legs to 
trap our hands at her pussy, but Bob stopped her and 
had her drape her legs across ours.

He asked again if she wanted us to continue and she 
again said yes. Our hands retreated back down her legs 
and began all over again. We kept this routine up for 
about 10 minutes and watched dampness spread across her 
panties. Jan's breathing began to get ragged and her 
fluids flowed much more freely. Jan was on a sexual 
high. Bob put his finger under the elastic at the leg 
and began rubbing up and down her slit until Jan let 
out a low moan. 

I didn't need to feel the wetness of her panties, 
because by now they were almost transparent from the 
fluids running out of her. We returned to the leg/pussy 
routing until Jan began raising up each time we 
approached her pussy trying to make stronger contact 
with our fingers. By now her panties had been pushed up 
into her crack creating completely exposing her swollen 
red pussy lips. 

Bob asked Jan if she was still enjoying the sensation 
and did she want us to continue. She said yes, then 
added please. He told Jan that if she wanted us to 
continue that she had to remove her panties to allow us 
better access to her. Without hesitation, Jan closed 
her legs, lifted her butt, put her thumbs on either 
side of her panties and drew them down to her knees. 
Bob told her to continue until they were off and to 
hand them to him. When she did, Bob draped them over 
the back of the seat in front of her like a white flag 
to signify her surrender. I looked over at John and 
motioned for him to come join us. John sat on Bob's 
right and his friend slid into the row of seats in 
front of Jan.

She was told to put her legs over ours and the circles 
on her inner thighs began again. Only this time when we 
got to the top of her legs we were directly attacking 
her wet pussy. We spent a lot of time teasing her by 
almost touching her, then began running our fingers in 
and out of her very wet hole. While I began rubbing her 
clit, Bob began playing with her asshole. He wet his 
finger with her juices and used the slickness to gain 
access. He only went in to the first knuckle, but the 
effect was immediately evident. 

She reached to push my hand harder against her clit but 
Bob grabbed her hands and told her to leave then on the 
arms and not remove them unless told to. She started 
begging us to touch her harder and started moaning loud 
enough to catch the attention from some of the other 
guys nearby. A few guys, having heard Jan were 
attracted by the sight of the white panties that seemed 
to glow in the reflection of the light from the screen. 
It was like moths drawn to a flame. Little by little, 
we had an audience of four guys in the row in front of 
us watching what was going on. 

Bob then told her that he was going to ask one final 
time if she wanted us to continue and that if she did 
she was committed to doing whatever she was told, to 
which she replied, "Ohhh yesss, please doooo!"

Bob told her to reach down, unzip her skirt and release 
the catch on top. She reached to her side, undid the 
skirt, lifted up, slid her skirt off her and let it 
drop to the floor. Bob retrieved her skirt and handed 
it to me. He removed her blindfold and told her to open 
her eyes so she could see the attention she had drawn. 
She was shocked to see the guys in front and initially 
froze up. I whispered to her that I was there and 
reminded her of her commitment and Bob's promise that 
nothing was going to happen she didn't want to happen. 
She nodded. Bob then told her to unbutton and remove 
her blouse. Her bra soon followed this. She was now 
sitting completely nude surrounded by seven men in the 
middle of a movie theater watching a girl on the screen 
in the throes of an orgasm from the guy buried between 
her legs. 

Bob then got down on the floor in front of Jan. He told 
her he was going to do to her what she was seeing on 
the screen until she exploded in his mouth. John took 
Bob's seat. John and I began massaging her breasts and 
squeezing her nipples while Bob went down on her. The 
effect his tongue had on Jan was immediate. Her butt 
rose up off the seat to meet his tongue and she began 
to moan as her climax began building. Just as she was 
about to come I leaned over to kiss her and stifle the 
scream I knew would follow. When he was finished he 
told John to take his place. 

When they had switched positions, he told Jan to unzip 
our pants and take out our cocks. Then as the John 
began licking Jan's clit she begin jerking us off. She 
had a hard time keeping up a rhythm on us because of 
the sensations she was feeling from the tongue lashing 
she was getting between her legs. When we both shot our 
loads, we were replaced by two of the other guys in 
front. She began stroking the other two guys while the 
John continued to eat her out. 

She finally came again, then finished off the guys on 
either side. I asked her if she had had enough or did 
she want to continue. She said she needed to feel me 
inside her so I turned her around with her back to the 
screen and sat her down on my cock that come to life 
again. The guys that had been left out reached around 
and played with her breasts while she rocked back and 
forth on my cock. We came about the same time with 
explosive orgasms. 

She fell forward against me while Bob told the guys to 
get lost. He told Jan she had done a fantastic job and 
only had a few more weeks to go. He told Jan to get 
dressed and disappeared. She put her bra and blouse on, 
but we couldn't find her panties. I believe one of the 
guys took them as a souvenir. She put her skirt back on 
and we left the theater with my cum running down her 
legs. 

When we got home I fixed Jan a strong drink and told 
her how proud I was of her performance this evening. 
She asked if I thought she was a shameless slut and I 
began reassuring her that nothing could be farther than 
the truth. I said I was proud to have a wife that was 
so gorgeous that no one could resist her. And that what 
she had just done was about the most exciting thing I 
had ever seen in my life. 

I asked her how she felt and she said completely 
drained. That the orgasms she had experienced seemed to 
come from her inner core and that she had never 
experienced anything close to that before in her life. 
We began stroking each other as we talked and gently 
make love to each other. I knew then I would eventually 
have the wife I had always dreamed of having.

Sunday I surprised Jan with a new thong like bikini I 
had bought her. She thought it might be a bit skimpy, 
especially since the string in back disappeared between 
her butt cheeks, but I told her that I bought it to 
highlight the fantastic figure she had. She put it on 
and admitted it did give her a sexy look. 

She put a cover up on and we headed to the beach. I had 
packed a picnic lunch and had a cooler full of wine 
coolers, some of which I had doctored up with vodka 
before recapping. I knew exactly where I wanted to take 
her. The spot I had selected was somewhat secluded, but 
also had a number of people who liked to stroll along 
the beach. We laid out our towels and began drinking 
our coolers. I had Jan lay face down and I proceeded 
rubbing her down with sunscreen. I untied the back of 
her top and gave her another cooler to drink. 

The combination of sun and coolers had its effect and 
Jan fell asleep. She had been asleep about ten minutes 
before I got her to turn over. While still asleep, I 
untied the string around her neck and removed her top. 
I positioned her legs so they were open a couple of 
feet, then proceeded to pull the top of her suit up 
until the string in the back exited the top of her 
pussy. Except for the small section of suit above her 
pussy, she lay there completely exposed from top to 
bottom. 

I got out my camera and began snapping pictures. She 
lay there for a while when I noticed a couple of 
college aged guys running up the beach in our 
directions. As they were passing us, one of the guys 
pointed out my wife and they stopped. They came over 
for a closer look. I put my finger to my lips and asked 
if they enjoyed the view. They took a seat on ether 
side of my wife while I explained that I was trying to 
loosen up my wife by putting her in situations she 
would not normally do by herself. 

I asked if they would be willing to help me take some 
pictures while she was sleeping to which they agreed. I 
took a few pictures with them on either side of my wife 
as if they were chatting her up. Then one of the guys 
suggested untying the bows and laying the top of the 
suit on the sand between her legs. The sight of the 
suit seemed out of place so we arranged a towel to 
cover the suit thereby making it look like she had no 
suit at all. 

I took a picture of one guy between Jan's legs with his 
tongue in her exposed pussy. I also got some pictures 
of the other guy with his cock on Jan's lips while the 
first guy licked one breast while squeezing the other. 
I thanked them for their help then got Jan's suit back 
on her. When she woke up she said she was tired and 
would like to go home, which we did. While she was 
napping, I uploaded all my pictures to my computer and 
sent a copy to Bob.

On Monday, Bob sent me an email with a bunch of jpg 
attachments. The images were of Jan at the movie 
theater. Bob said he had a friend of his with a high-
speed camera that volunteered to take pictures for him. 
They were fantastic and captured the action perfectly. 
I thanked him for the photos and together planned the 
next step in our strategy.

On Tuesday, I told Jan to meet me at the mall for a 
surprise. When we met, I told her that I was so proud 
of the way she had held up under the strain and had 
conducted herself over the past few weeks that I wanted 
to treat her to another piece of jewelry. I told her to 
pick out any necklace she wanted, just keep it under 
$1000 dollars. She was so excited she was like a kid in 
a candy store. It took her about an hour to select the 
one she wanted. I told the salesperson she would wear 
it, paid for it, and left for supper. 

Throughout dinner I told her I could not believe the 
change I was seeing in her and how pleased I was with 
the transformation. I told her I didn't know what was 
going to happen over the next few weeks, but I was 
there to support her, what ever lay ahead. She said 
that what had happened over the past weeks had been eye 
opening, but that if I was ready for the future, so was 
she. 

I smiled and asked her what she was wearing under her 
dress. She laughed and said just panties. I asked her 
to reach under her dress and give me her panties. She 
looked around, saw no one paying attention to us, and 
then proceeded to reach her hand up under her skirt and 
with a great deal of difficulty remove her panties and 
hand them to me. I put them to my face, took a deep 
breath, commented on how fantastic they smelled, and 
put them in my pocket. This was a major victory for me. 
Prior to Bob, she would never have done what she just 
did. I told her I loved her and we went home.

On Wednesday I received an email from Bob. I showed it 
to Jan. She was to wear the black mini dress and black 
lace panties he had sent earlier and for us to meet him 
at a named restaurant the next weekend. 

That Saturday I started the evening with cocktails at 
the house. I fixed some snacks and a martini for both 
of us and we sat there and chatted. I told her it was 
so obvious she had been turned on by the experiences 
the previous week I was curious how she was thinking 
about it now. She said it was the lust she saw in the 
eyes of everyone that really got to her. That they 
wanted her bad was evident from the bulges in their 
pants and the thought of the effect she was having on 
them fueled her emotions. I kissed her fingers and told 
her I was the luckiest guy in the world to have a girl 
like her. 

As the time to get ready arrived, Jan went into the 
bedroom to get ready. When she came out I couldn't help 
but give her a wolf whistle. The dress fit her like a 
glove. It came about three inches below her butt and 
with her hair in a French twist she was an absolute 
knock out. The necklace I bought for her completed her 
outfit. I asked her to show me the panties and she 
raised the dress to her waist to give me a good look. 
She was definitely a tasty dish. 

On the way to the restaurant I began running my hand up 
her leg and across her panties. I continued playing 
until she was on the edge of an orgasm then backed off. 
She wanted me to continue, but I told her anticipation 
was half the fun. Bob was already at the restaurant 
when we arrived. He had selected a four person table 
part ways toward the back. He held the chair out for 
Jan to sit. What appeared to be a gentlemanly gesture 
hid the fact that he wanted Jan facing the front of the 
restaurant. 

During dinner he was witty and seemed to be charming 
Jan. She appeared to be relaxing and enjoying his 
company. With our dinner we had two bottles of wine. Of 
course, between Bob and me, we kept Jan's glass filled. 
By the time dinner was over, she had consumed over a 
bottle. Bob already knew the effect wine had on her and 
as we started our third bottle, Jan was back in her 
"feeling friendly" mood. Bob suddenly switched the 
subject and asked how Jan had enjoyed the movie. She 
said that surprising enough she had a good time. He 
asked if she would like to do something like that again 
and she said yes. 

Bob said he would give it some thought and see if he 
could come up with something a bit more interesting. 
Bob put his hand on Jan's left knee. He asked if she 
had enjoyed his hand on her leg during the movie. She 
said not at first, but then yes. He asked if she would 
like us to do it again. She looked at me and I nodded. 
He said if she wanted us to start she had to move her 
knees where we would have easier access, at which time 
she spread her legs wide open. 

She forgot about how short her dress was and when she 
opened her legs her dress rode up to the top of her 
lap. Anyone who could see under the table would 
appreciate the picture of black panties against almost 
alabaster skin. We both started the leg routine we had 
practiced at the movies. I could tell every time Bob's 
hand reached her pussy because of her intake of breath. 

I didn't know exactly how much pressure he was applying 
to her pussy when he reached it, but I kept mine light 
enough for her to feel it but not get the pleasure I 
knew she wanted. Her cheeks got red and her breathing 
quickened. We slowed down to let her come back off the 
edge. We also noticed a few tables enjoying the show 
that was going on. Bob asked Jan if she realized that 
people could see what we were doing, to which she 
answered yes. He then asked that knowing that, did she 
want us to continue. She again said yes.

We had a little more wine, and started again. When I 
reached the top this time I found that the center snap 
had been undone which allowed us to reach a small part 
of her pussy lips. A few moments later, Bob had 
unsnapped the one on his side, which caused her panties 
to slide over to the side giving an open view of her 
bare pussy. When I reached the top next time I 
unsnapped the remaining one and the front of her 
panties popped up, exposing her entire pussy and shaved 
pubic area. A sharp intake of breath told me that Bob 
had found her pussy. 

Bob had her lift up so he could raise the bottom of her 
dress to her waist. Bob asked if we should stop and Jan 
shook her head no. He then told her that if we were to 
continue she had to remove her panties and give them to 
him, which she did. We went back to playing with her 
legs and bare pussy until she was at the edge again, 
then we stopped. 

The show she was putting on now was much better than 
before because her dress was at her waist and she was 
naked from the waist to her feet and was a fantastic 
display for anyone looking, and from what I could see, 
everyone was looking. I told Jan she must have a dozen 
people looking at her bare pussy, and she just said, 
"Let them look." We were ready for the next part of the 
evening. Bob told Jan to lower her dress and we were 
ready to go.

Bob rode in the front seat with us. I didn't know it at 
the time but his associate had been taking pictures and 
followed us to the club. By the time we got to the 
dance club, Jan was feeling in an extremely high state 
of excitement. All the way there, Bob was playing with 
her leg and giving her pussy a lot of attention. Every 
time I thought she was going to cum Bob backed off. We 
definitely got everyone's attention when we walked in 
and took our seat in a semi-circular booth a couple 
tables off the dance floor. 

I ordered a margarita for Jan and Bob and I ordered a 
beer. When the band started up, Jan and I went out for 
a slow dance. When Jan put her hands around my neck, 
the dress raised up to about an inch above the bottom 
of her ass cheeks. People who noticed didn't know if 
she was naked underneath or was simply wearing a thong. 
When we returned we put Jan in between us, had her open 
her legs again, and continued our attack on her legs 
and pussy. 

Bob asked if she was enjoying herself to which she 
replied she would be enjoying herself much better if we 
would quit teasing her and make her cum. Bob told her 
to be patient and told her to raise the zipper on her 
dress a couple of inches so he could have easier access 
to her ass while dancing. She did as she was asked and 
the next slow dance Bob asked her to dance. As they 
made their way around the dance floor, I could see that 
Bob had raised the back of Jan's dress and had his 
hands on her fully exposed cheeks. 

By now there was no question. Jan was wearing no 
panties. Jan was on cloud nine and I would have bet she 
would do what ever we asked so long as she could get 
sexual release. They returned to the booth and I 
noticed that the zipper on Jan's dressed had been 
raised a few inches. You still couldn't see her pussy, 
but the opening wasn't too far below. I took Jan out on 
the floor next and while dancing asked her to raise her 
zipper another few inches. When I put my hands on her 
ass, the front had flared out and was open enough to 
barely show the bottom of her slit. While the fast 
dances played, we played with Jan. 

By now she had started begging for release. She said 
she would do anything we wanted, but Bob told her again 
to be patient. He told her to raise her zipper another 
couple of inches. It was Bob's turn to dance with Jan. 
Her zipper was up enough in the front now that her slit 
was exposed as she walked. While on the dance floor, 
Bob had her raise the zipper another few inches. If she 
had pubic hair it would now be on display. Her entire 
pussy was exposed. 

He reached down and began playing with her pussy on the 
floor, but still would not let her climax. Before 
returning to the booth, Bob had her raise the zipper to 
her waist. The sides of the dress were now spread wide 
enough to show everything from the waist down. Everyone 
started looking over at our table to see what was going 
to happen next. Bob helped Jan into the booth.

After he was seated he asked if she really meant she 
would do anything if we would give her an orgasm. 
Without blinking an eye she said that whatever we 
wanted she would do, but to please hurry. She was ready 
for release. Bob then said he was going to fuck her 
there at the table and if she had any problems with 
that she had better speak up now. Without even looking 
my way she said she had no problems. He released his 
cock from his pants and pulled Jan's head into his lap. 

Meanwhile I had raised her dress so it was completely 
around her waist and told her to unzip the dress 
further to give me access to her tits. When he was 
ready, Bob put Jan on his lap and inserted his cock 
into her sopping pussy. He told her if she wanted to 
cum she had better start moving up and down his cock. 
It didn't take Jan 30 seconds before she went into an 
orgasm that seemed to last minutes. When Bob had come 
we shifted her to my lap so I could get off. Jan never 
questioned the fact she had just been fucked in a 
public place by someone other than myself but rather 
lost herself in the lust of the moment. 

When Bob got up to hit the head, I could see other guys 
approach him to see if they could join the party, but 
he politely refused with a promise of maybe another 
time. Jan continued to ride my cock until we both came, 
after which we proceeded to clean Jan up, then began 
the leg/pussy routine all over again. When Jan was 
sufficiently excited, Bob pulled her zipper down and 
said it was time to leave. 

We exited the club and when we got to the car Bob 
turned Jan toward him and unzipped Jan's dress from 
bottom to top. He slid the dress off her so she was 
standing naked in the parking lot. He then bent her 
over and entered her from the rear while telling her to 
take me in her mouth and bring me off. He said if she 
didn't do so in the next three minutes we would take 
her naked into the club and offer her to the highest 
bidder. She met the time limit. Fully sated, we put Jan 
into the front seat with her clothes in the back. Bob 
said she had been fantastic and only had a few more 
things to do. 

Before we drove off, Bob told Jan that for the next 
four weeks she was to only wear skirts or dresses and 
was not allowed to wear panties, bra or hose. He would 
have people watching her and when he called her on her 
cell phone, if she was standing up she was to lift her 
hem to her waist to show she was naked. If she was 
sitting, she would lift her skirt and spread her knees. 
She would also wear loose fitting blouses that would 
balloon open whenever she bent over allowing her 
breasts to be seen. He said he also had something he 
wanted her to do the next day, but that he would call 
in the morning with instructions. I drove home and 
helped Jan into bed where she slept soundly until the 
next morning. Everything that had happened in the club 
had been captured on film.

The next morning, after she had a couple bloodymarys, 
Jan said that if anyone had told her a month ago she 
would be doing what she had done the night before she 
would have thought them crazy. I told her I was going 
to stop Bob from fucking her, but she was so into what 
was happening to her I wanted to let her continue with 
what appeared to be a fantastic experience for her. I 
emphasized that everything that was done the night 
before was to make her feel special. I further told her 
I loved her more now than I had ever in the past. About 
an hour later Bob called with instructions.

We left the house about noon and headed for a bike path 
that crossed over the beltway. Jan was again dressed in 
her button-down sundress. We pulled in to a small park 
that was adjacent to the highway. Jan was concerned 
that what she was about to do could get her arrested, 
but I assured her that if she was seen we would be able 
to get away before any police car could arrive. Based 
on the instructions Bob gave her, I took my camera and 
walked across the pedestrian bridge until I reached the 
other side of the six lane highway. 

When I was in position I waved to Jan and began taking 
pictures as soon as she exited the car. After looking 
around and seeing no one in sight, she faced me and 
began unbuttoning her dress until it was completely 
open. She then removed it and put it back into the car. 
She looked around again, and then began walking across 
the bridge toward me until she was directly over the 
center lane of the outer beltway. She moved to the 
fence facing the oncoming traffic and stood there like 
a deer caught in the headlights. 

After I shouted to her she began waving to the oncoming 
cars then made her way to the inner loop where she 
repeated waving at the oncoming traffic. As she started 
back toward the car, two bicyclists came around the 
bend heading for the bridge. They stopped at the 
entrance of the bridge when they saw her. Jan initially 
tried covering herself up, but soon realized how 
ridiculous she was, dropped her arms, smiled and made 
her way back to the car, with me snapping pictures the 
entire way. On the way home Jan make a joke about the 
shocked expression on the riders faces when they 
realized she was naked and we laughed about it all the 
way home. Jan had slipped her dress back on, but hadn't 
bother buttoning it up.

Over the next week Bob was true to his word. On Monday 
he sent me a complete set of pictures from the club. 
Over the next week he took every opportunity to expose 
Jan in as many different places as he could. He caught 
her at the grocery store, at the fountain in the center 
of town, walking down the street, on the bus, the 
metro, and once even in church (fortunately she was 
sitting down). I must have received at least 30 
pictures of Jan with her skirt above her waist or her 
legs spread wide open. In each shot her pussy was 
clearly visible. Jan seemed to accept the fact that 
being naked in public was no big thing. 

We were entering our sixth week when another package 
arrived for Jan. In this one was the gingham outfit I 
had picked out weeks before. The note with it said that 
since she enjoyed the movies so much she should plan on 
Friday night for seeing another. The package also 
included a nearly transparent pair of panties. A bra 
would not be required. The movie theater selected was 
in the suburbs and was another X-rated film. Jan was to 
wear her hair in pigtails, no makeup, chewing gum, and 
her pussy should be completely clean of any pubic hair. 

This time we could go in to the theater together, but 
once inside I was to hang back until Jan was seated in 
the first row. She would see Bob in the second row and 
she was to sit directly in front of him. I would sit a 
couple rows behind her. The movie would have started 
about 15 minutes before we were scheduled to arrive. 
Our plan was to make Jan look like a single, barely 
legal teenager looking for excitement. We picked 7 pm 
as the ideal time for her arrival. Jan tried on the 
outfit. 

I couldn't believe how sexy she looked in it. There 
couldn't have been a foot of material from when the v 
shape dropped down in the front and the skirt ended. 
The back of the skirt barely covered her butt. The top 
just begged for someone to slip their hands down the 
front to feel her breasts. I had thought about having 
her navel pierced, but then changed my mind.

I came home on Friday to help Jan get ready. I asked 
her if she was ready for the evening. She nodded, but 
was a little nervous about having to go down the aisle 
alone. I told her not to worry. I would be watching her 
progress from the other aisle and would only be three 
rows behind her. I asked if she wanted a drink. At 
first she said no, and then changed her mind. So I 
opened a bottle of wine I had purchased that day. 

Before leaving she had downed the entire liter bottle. 
She was back in her "feeling friendly" mood. On the way 
to the movies I reached between her legs and found her 
panties were already wet. I didn't have to put my hand 
up her skirt because it was so short that when she sat 
down her panties were exposed. I told her I didn't know 
what Bob had in mind but to just relax and go with the 
flow. She hugged my arm and said ok. 

I forgot how young Jan looked but when she was asked 
for her ID to get in the movie I was quickly reminded. 
I gave her a quick kiss and waited until she started 
down the left aisle to enter the theater on the right. 
There were a few more people in the theater this time 
ranging from about the fourth row on up to the back. 
Everyone's head turned as they watched Jan walk down 
the aisle and take up a position in the front. I could 
see Bob's head and watched as Jan sat in the seat 
directly in front of him. A short bit later I was two 
seats behind Bob and slightly to the right. 

At first nothing seemed to be happening, but then I saw 
Bob lean forward and Jan nod her head. She slumped down 
in her seat and leaned her head back against the seat. 
I then saw her raise her arm and drop her hand into her 
blouse. I wanted to get a better view so I moved from 
my position to a position that was four seats to the 
right of her in the front row. Some others took this as 
a signal that they should be moving closer to the 
front. 

Meanwhile, Jan is watching the movie and playing with 
her nipples. A few guys moved into the row that Bob was 
in and a couple more moved into the front row to the 
left of Jan and me. She doesn't seem to notice the 
activity around her as she concentrated on playing with 
her nipples. Bob leaned forward and I see Jan move her 
hands to her panties and she begins rubbing up and 
down, More guys are moving to the front of the theater 
as the sounds she is making matches those coming off 
the screen. 

Bob leans forward and Jan stands up. She moves away 
from the seats until her back is against the stage. 
This was my cue to move to the seat in front of Bob. 
Jan begins to do a slow sensuous dance. The light from 
the screen makes her completely visible to everyone in 
the theater. Soon the first two rows are full of guys 
watching Jan dance. She slides her hands up under her 
top and starts to pinch her nipples. Her eyes are 
closed and the expression on her face shouts pure lust. 
The girl in the movies is being fucked from both ends 
and her moans and the moans from Jan began overlapping. 
She slips her arms out of the sleeves and slowly drops 
the top of her blouse below her breasts and pulls it 
down to her waist. 

She now attacks her breasts with a vengeance. Her 
shifting hips give occasional views of her pussy slit 
through the panties she is wearing. She turns with her 
back to the audience and continues pulling her top over 
her skirt and down her legs, bending forward so her ass 
is in full view as she steps out of her top. She turns 
and begins running her hands over her panties until she 
lifts up the front of the skirt and places her hand 
into her panties. You can see her fingers in her slit 
as she brings herself closer to climax. She removes her 
hand only to start removal of her panties. She leans 
forward and drops them to her knees, then points to one 
of the guys in the front to come forward and take her 
panties down. 

With her panties off the guy tries to put his face in 
her snatch but she pushes him away and leaves him 
sitting there to watch the rest of the show. She is now 
playing with her breasts and clit until Bob tells her 
to lose the skirt. She reaches behind her, slowly 
unzips the skirt and it drops like a rock to the floor. 
She turns, spreads her legs and bends over, providing a 
tantalizing view to everyone there. She then waves me 
to her. While standing there she undoes my pants and 
drops them around my ankles. Jan drops to her knees and 
takes me in her mouth. I am really getting off on this. 
She feels my orgasm building. She stops and pushes me 
down on my back. 

She drops down on my chest and buries her totally wet 
pussy in my face. She is near her orgasm when she moves 
down and impales herself on my erect staff. She points 
to Bob and brings him down in front of her, unzips his 
pants, puts her hand around the base of his cock and 
takes him in her mouth. She continues riding my cock 
and bobbing her head back and forth on Bob's cock until 
we both unload. 

Bob is so turned on he pumps so much cum in her mouth 
that it is running out the sides of her mouth and 
running down her chin. When she comes I think that 
people in the street heard her. It was a first class 
performance for an audience of total strangers. Bob 
told everyone the show was over and Jan began to dress. 

We helped Jan back on with her skirt and top and let 
her cool down. She had not retrieved her panties so as 
she stood there the cum ran down her legs. I picked up 
her panties and put them in my pocket. As we made our 
way up the aisle Bob asked if she had enjoyed herself. 
She said much more than the last time. It was still 
early so he asked if we would like to hit a couple more 
spots. We agreed and left the theater. 

The first stop was to an adult store that sold books 
and various toys. We wandered around the store. Bob 
asked if she saw anything that caught her interest. She 
was non-committal so Bob picked up a dildo and vibrator 
he thought she might enjoy. It was about 10:30 when we 
got to this place that was really jumping. Again, Jan 
got carded before they would let her in. The wine she 
had drunk earlier had worn off. While we were standing 
at the bar waiting for a drink, I casually reached 
under her skirt and began playing with her bare pussy 
again. She purred and leaned into my hand as I inserted 
a finger. Bob saw what I was doing and said there would 
be plenty of time for that as soon as he found us a 
table. 

A four-person table way in the back finally came open 
and we were seated. Jan had drunk a margarita while 
standing at the bar so we ordered her another one to go 
with it. All of the music being played was kind of fast 
so we decided to just sit and drink. Bob put his hand 
on Jan's leg and without thinking she swung her knee 
over to him. Taking Bob's lead I reached under the 
table for Jan and soon had her knee up against me. We 
then began teasing Jan. Initially, the closest we came 
to touching her pussy was her pussy lips. We avoided 
her clit and her soon wide-open slit. Our hands went up 
over the top of her slit and once in a while just 
quickly touched her clit. 

After about 20 minutes of this Jan was begging us to 
quit teasing and to put our fingers into her. I ran my 
hand up and down her slit once then pulled away. Bob 
did the same. She was dripping wet. Bob then reached 
into his pocket and withdrew the vibrator he had just 
purchased. With all the noise around us, the sound of 
the vibrator when he turned it on was not noticed. He 
eased it up and inserted it into her pussy and closed 
her legs around it.

She came instantly. He kept it in there and soon she 
was having a second one. He removed it and asked her 
how she liked it. She said it was fantastic so Bob gave 
it to her for future use. Jan was on her third drink 
when the announcer said it was time for the amateur 
strip tease show. I handed Jan her panties and told her 
to put them on. We were going to enter her into the 
contest and we expected her to win. The winner was 
usually a girl who completely stripped and put on a 
show for everyone. Bob told her what he wanted her to 
do and took her to the front table to sign her up. She 
again had to show her ID. 

Jan was the third contestant. The first girl had gotten 
up, did a little bump and grind, stripped to her bra 
and panties then quit. The second girl was more 
inventive and finally completely stripped before 
getting off stage. Jan was the hit of the show. First, 
she looked too young to be there. Second, although her 
dance routine was nothing to shake a stick at, the 
crowd went wild when they saw her shaved pussy. They 
started throwing money on the stage when she reached 
down and started masturbating. 

She ended the show by humping the pole in the center of 
the stage until she had another orgasm. The fourth girl 
said she couldn't top that and didn't perform. For her 
efforts, Jan won $300 and another 50 plus dollars from 
what was thrown on the stage. After that we decided to 
call it a night. By now Bob was becoming a regular part 
of our sex life. Jan was still not to wear any panties 
and for the next weekend he had a real neat idea that 
would not involve sex. By Monday I got a copy of the 
pictures taken Friday Night. I wanted to show them to 
Jan, but decided to wait for another time. Up to now 
she was not aware she was being photographed. I didn't 
want to spoil it now. 

At dinner Tuesday Jan and I had a very serious 
discussion. She was back at the point that she was 
concerned I was thinking less of her because of her 
activities. I stressed the fact that if anything I was 
more in love with her now than anytime in our 
relationship. She was surprised when I told her that 
the girl I was really disappointed in was the stuck up, 
catholic prude I had married. I explained that I knew 
she was shy and naïve about sex when we got married, 
but I thought she would grow out of it. 

I explained that what I now had was a sexually exciting 
woman who occupied my thoughts every hour. I now see a 
girl who is beginning to achieve a sexual freedom 
enjoyed by most males. I told her how excited I got 
when I saw the effect she had on other men, knowing 
that they could only dream of having her unless I said 
otherwise, but I had the real deal. The smile on her 
face was radiant. I finished by saying that sex was 
supposed to be fun, something she seemed to be having 
over the past few weeks. I asked her how her dress-
lifting episodes were going. She explained how the 
first couple of days turned her face crimson because 
she usually got the call when she was around a lot of 
men. But soon she started to get amused by the shocked 
expressions she would see and the embarrassment wore 
off. 

I asked her if she would like to have fun with me 
tomorrow. I told her about this story I had read on the 
internet about a girl and her boyfriend on a train. I 
asked her to come up to my office around noon and we 
would go shopping for a couple of outfits I would like 
for her to have and to take a ride on the metro with 
me. I wouldn't tell her what I had in mind, just that I 
thought she was now in a frame of mind where she might 
get a kick out of it. She said that if that was what I 
wanted she would be there. I was going to tell her to 
shave all the hair off her pussy, but by now it had 
become a daily shower routing.

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, her entire 
pelvic area would become exposed when her leg dropped. 
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. 

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 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 her pussy 
opening and the moisture began 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 back up to her waist. I then placed my hand over 
Jan's and started moving her hand back and forth. The 
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 still 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 spring 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 we had one week left and 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 cunt. 

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. 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.

We started going to a local gym to tone up. I bought 
her this outfit that consisted of loose fitting boxer-
type bottoms with matching tank top. When she sat at 
the equipment her pussy was clearly visibly through the 
leg openings and her breasts were visible through the 
sleeveless top. 

I bought a variety of bathing suits. In each one of 
them I removed the inner lining. I really liked the 
white bikini. It fit her like a second skin and 
perfectly molded itself to her pussy, to include a 
small crease into her slit that looked like a camel's 
toe. When she came out of the water the suit looked 
like those wet T-shirt contestants. It didn't take much 
imagination to enjoy Jan's assets, but for some reason 
I was still not able to get her to strip at the beach. 
I had read a story about a type of bathing suit called 
a wicked weasel. 

At first I thought this was something someone had made 
up, but a quick search of the Internet gave me an 
address at wickedweasel.com, which proved they existed. 
Without mentioning it to Jan I bought a couple of the 
Lycra shiny models. I wanted to buy the sheer but it 
was so obvious I didn't think she would go for it. I 
had a lot of styles to choose from but went with a more 
traditional style bikini but with a t-bar back. When 
they arrived I checked them out. When dry they looked 
like a regular suit, but when wet, they were completely 
see through. We were planning an end of summer visit to 
South Carolina and I was beginning to plan how to use 
them. 

One other thing I bought was a remote control butterfly 
vibrator. It was designed to rest directly on the clit 
and had straps that kept it in place. I liked to have 
her wear it when we went out to dinner with friends or 
business acquaintances and took pleasure in watching 
her try to act normally as her clit was receiving 
strong stimulation. At the office I told one of the 
guys who had played the guess who's eating me now game 
what I had been doing. I told him she would be wearing 
it at an upcoming office get together and agreed to let 
him use it for a while. 

Jan knew I liked to turn it on in settings she had to 
control her facial expressions, but she was totally 
taken by surprise when it went off while eating. It was 
like she had touched an electrical wire and a grunt 
escaped her lips before she could catch herself. She 
was perplexed when she saw my hands on the table. After 
she settled down I whispered that I decided to let 
someone else drive for a while. He must have spent the 
entire evening with it on. Jan's color ran red all 
evening and she was constantly telling people she felt 
fine. 

The batteries were dead when I got the remote back and 
Jan attacked me as soon as we got into the parking lot. 
She simply undid my pants, raised the front of her 
dress and jammed me into her. It was a simple case of 
slam-bam thank you ma'am. She rode up and down on me 
for all she was worth until her orgasm hit her. After 
getting in the car, she said she enjoyed the evening, 
but would prefer for me to keep the remote from now on.

As the end of August came on us, we finalized our plans 
for the beach. I had shown Jan the bikinis I bought for 
her and she liked them. She thought they were showy, 
but not totally obscene. For some reason, she still had 
hang-ups with nudity at the beach. We started out on a 
Friday morning. We didn't want to be on road all day 
and would find a motel in the middle of the afternoon 
and enjoy some pool time. I asked Jan if she was going 
to wear the sundress she had worn on two other 
occasions. She said she had another she liked better. 
It was shorter and had thin straps rather than the 
sle