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Authors name: TBERR1 (tberrr1@aol.com)
Story title : Bonnie's First Coupon
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Bonnie's First Coupon
by TBERRR1 (tberrr1@aol.com)
Husband takes advantage of a "one anything" coupon from
his wife.
Timing is everything. This time Mother Nature
cooperated beautifully. It was Super Bowl weekend. My
wife, Bonnie is not big on football, but I seldom miss a
good game. Our compromise is that I get to stay home
and watch the game with a couple of my friends while
Bonnie and a couple of her friends go shopping. All in
all, not a bad arrangement.
For the Super Bowl I had invited a recently separated
friend of ours from Manassas - Stan - to come spend the
weekend with us. And, of course our next-door neighbor,
Frank. Bonnie elected to go out to meet two of her
friends at the mall. Since that left their husbands,
Mark and Greg, with nothing to do, I invited them, too.
The guys started arriving around three-thirty. Bonnie
was meeting her friends at five-thirty at the mall for
dinner and shopping. Well, we live in Virginia. You
may remember that on that particular Sunday we were just
beginning to get hit with a big ice storm. Around four
o'clock we got hit with a world-class ice storm. The
streets iced over, the malls closed, and it became
obvious that the girls were not going to get to go
shopping that day. Bonnie was stuck at home with us.
Then the unthinkable happened: the electricity went out.
I did find a battery-run radio, but it just wasn't the
same. We decided to make the most of the situation - as
if we had a choice. No one was going anywhere in that
storm! At least we had plenty of beer and snacks, and a
nice fire was burning in the fireplace with plenty of
firewood to keep us warm. We closed the doors to the
family room to keep the heat in, and it made a nice
haven from the storm.
While we were waiting for kickoff we were talking about
what to do and where to go around Richmond. I mentioned
the Melting Pot, where I took Bonnie on our last outing
(see "Bonnie Looses A Bet"). With Bonnie out of the
room, and under the influence of the raging
testosterone, the beer, and the camaraderie, I told more
about that evening than I had intended. I did not go
into what transpired at the house after we came home,
but I did give a fairly explicit description of having
Bonnie show her tits to our waiter. My story met with
overwhelming disbelief.
One of the byproducts of that evening was the gift to me
of six "anything" coupons, redeemable upon demand. I
slipped out into the kitchen where Bonnie was getting
munchies and beer. I grabbed a bowl of chips in one
hand, and as I reached for a cooler of beer with my
other, I said "Would you take this for me, please?" and
handed her one of the coupons. Of course she took it,
and by the time she realized what it was, I was out the
door and back into the family room.
According to the rules of the arrangement, I have total
control from the moment she receives the coupon. Bonnie
has to do whatever I tell her to, when I tell her to do
it, with no argument and no hesitation. The idea that
she has no control over what she does releases her from
any responsibility for her actions (at least that's the
was she explained it to me). She hibernated in the
kitchen for a while, until I called out for her to join
us. She came into the family room and sat beside me on
the couch, with Stan on her other side. Since we were
no longer watching the game on TV, we had arranged
ourselves in a loose circle around the coffee table and
the food. Bonnie didn't say anything; she just sat
there looking nervous.
As the game went on and the beer flowed she relaxed.
Near the end of the first quarter she got up to go to
the bathroom. I pulled her back down and whispered in
her ear that she was to take off her bra before she came
back. After she was out of the room, I said to those in
the group who were skeptical of my account of the
evening at The Melting Pot, "When Bonnie comes back,
notice that she has removed her bra."
When she returned with that telltale bounce under her
button-down shirt they began to wonder if I might be
telling the truth. At the end of the quarter, someone -
Greg, I think - said he had an anniversary coming up and
wanted to go out somewhere nice. Had Bonnie ever been
there?
"Tell him the truth, Honey" I said.
"Yes," she replied, "We went out to dinner there a
couple of months ago."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes, it was an interesting evening."
He persisted, "Why did you enjoy it? What was so
special about it?"
She hesitated and looked at me.
"Tell him what happened."
"Everything?"
"Yes, everything. There are friends. It's OK for them
to know."
"But Tom," she argued, "it's embarrassing, and they'll
think I'm a terrible person!"
"Bonnie," I said, "you're arguing and hesitating. You
have earned a punishment to remind you that you have to
do what I say, when I say, with no argument and no
hesitation. Now either you tell them or I will, and it
will me much less embarrassing for you if you tell
them."
She hung her head and said, "He made me show my breasts
to our waiter."
Shouts of "No Way! Outstanding! All right!" echoed
around the room.
When the noise died down I said "Thank you, Bonnie. I'm
proud of you. Now, about your reminder: instead of just
telling them, you are going to show them what you did.
Unbutton your blouse just like you did in the
restaurant."
"But Honey, not in front of all these people! I just
CAN'T!"
"You are arguing again, Bonnie. That too, will cost
you. Now do what I told you to do. Unbutton your
blouse."
You could have heard a pin drop as she reached up to
unbutton the top button. Then the second one. The
third (now we could see the inside curve of her
breasts). The fourth (and a hint of aureola), and
finally, the last button. Her blouse was now open to
her waist, but covering her breasts.
"Good. Now, Bonnie, show them how you showed yourself
to our waiter."
Still looking at the floor, her hands slowly rose to
grip the sides of her blouse. She looked at me and
shook her head. "I'm sorry, Tom. I'm just too
embarrassed."
"Bonnie, you have to do this. No more hesitation. Do
it right now."
Slowly, she pulled apart the sides of her blouse,
allowing an unobstructed view of her magnificent
breasts. Holding her blouse wide open, she asked me "Is
this what you wanted me to do?"
"Yes, my love. As I said, I am very, very proud of you.
As warm as it is in here, let me take that for you," I
said, sliding it off her arms. She allowed me to take
it with only token resistance. So there she sat,
topless, in front of five guys. But she sat up straight
and didn't try to cover up. All of us were admiring and
complimenting her on her breasts. She seemed
embarrassed, but pleased.
"I'm afraid you're not quite done yet, Bonnie. You
argued with me twice. Do you remember what I threatened
to do in the restaurant if you argued or hesitated after
that first time?"
"Yes," she replied. "Tell them what your punishment
will be"
"You told me you would show the waiter my pussy," she
said softly.
"Yes. I think that is what we will do now. Please
stand up."
Slowly she stood up in front of the couch.
"Bonnie," I said, "take off your jeans." You could tell
she was absolutely dying of embarrassment, but she
slowly unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans, and worked
them down over her hips and onto the floor. She tried
to sit down, but I said, "Not yet, Honey. Now, the
panties."
She took a deep breath (which did wonderful things for
her breasts), hooked her thumbs into the waist band, and
removed her last skimp of cover. She was now totally,
completely naked in front of five men. There was a
round of spontaneous applause, and a whole series of
heart-felt compliments. Totally embarrassed, she sat
back down of the couch.
"No, Bonnie, you're not quite done yet. Since you're
already naked, I want to prove a point to you. We're
all fairly typical males, and I want to be sure each guy
here gets a good long look at your body-all of your
body. I want you to see how much we admire and love
looking at your body. I want you to know in your heart
how much an average guy appreciates it when he gets a
chance to see your body. Go around the circle and stand
in front of each guy. Let him look at you, front and
back, and have a chance to appreciate you-even touch or
caress you if he wants to. Then maybe you'll understand
what a favor you are doing for men when we get a chance
to see your body. Maybe you will be more willing to let
me show off your body."
She didn't say a word, just went over and stood in front
of Mark, whom she probably knew least well of any of us.
She slowly turned in a complete circle. When she was
facing him again, he shyly reached out and stroked the
side of her breast. "Beautiful," he said.
Bonnie walked on to stand in front of Greg. He was less
shy. He reached out and cupped both breasts, weighing
them in his hands. As she turned, he let his hands
slide over her ass, and when she was once again facing
him, his hand was on her vagina, cupping her sex. "I
can feel her wetness," he said. That is SO SEXY! She
was breathing hard as she moved on to Frank.
Frank, of course, was intimately familiar with her body,
and immediately thrust two fingers up inside her while
he sucked her nipple. A groan escaped from her lips,
and she tilted her head back to enjoy the sensation.
"Hurry up over there!" Stan said. He was next in line.
Bonnie smiled, did a quick turn in front of Frank, and
came to stand in front of Stan. Stan ran his hands down
her sides and reached around to cup her ass. He pulled
her toward him and planted a kiss directly on her
vagina. Judging from her reaction, his tongue was busy
stroking her clit. She moaned again. She turned around
for him and was back where she started.
"Thank you, Bonnie. You have made this a very special
night for all of us. It's only fair, now, that it is
special for you, too. Sit down on the couch here." I
pulled one leg over my leg and Stan, catching on
quickly, did the same on the other side. Bonnie was now
wide open to their gaze, her most intimate parts clearly
revealed. "You have been very good tonight. I know you
are very turned on, and you have earned the right to
reach a climax. Please go ahead and bring yourself
off."
And that's how it happened that Mother Nature made
possible the most exciting night of our lives to date.
It was a wonderful experience for both Bonnie and me,
and the best part is that I still have five more
coupons!
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sun, not thinking about adult situations. Do
your part to make our world a little safer.
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