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My Perfect Wife - 2
by mikem00007 (mikem00007@hotmail.com)
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A continuation of my wife's broadening her horizons
into sexuality. (MMF, wife, exh, oral, anal)
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Author Notes: This is a piece of erotic literature,
intended for adults only. Do not read further unless
you are 18 or older.
This Story is true; however it is not my story. In the
story I published earlier titled My Perfect Wife I
described how an associate came to me one day with a
problem he was being presented with concerning his
wife. That led to many discussions about their
relationship. Once I understood his inner desires I
suggested some things to help him achieve his desires.
As he lived it, he provided me sufficient feedback
which allowed me to assist him and write this story for
him. It is being posted with his permission. Many of
the episodes which I passed on as suggestions to him
were inspired by other writer's stories.
This is a continuation of that story. I would recommend
reading the first part before this. The original story
can be found at www.asstr.org under authors, mikem00007
or Directory 53. It is still a work in progress. I
would appreciate any suggestions to improve its content
or to suggest other ideas. His wife has become a very
adventurous soul and looks forward to new and exciting
situations. My Email address is mikem00007@hotmail.com.
The response to my story has been outstanding. Many of
the suggestions we received from our first posting
really caught Jan's attention. We put each of those we
were interested in on a slip of paper and put them in a
job jar. When things start to get a bit boring we plan
on reaching in and doing what is suggested. But things
haven't reached that point yet as you will see below
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PART 2
Because of the increasing cost of gas, Jan decided to
accept a part time position in a company in the same
building as ours. I was already car pooling with a guy
a few blocks over from where we lived and I suggested
that Jan ride in with us on the days she had to work.
He didn't have a problem with this arrangement so Jan
began riding in with us a couple times a week. Nothing
unusual happened the first few weeks, but I began
noticing that every time Jan rode with us, Jim would
turn sideways in his seat to talk to me. When we are
alone, he generally falls asleep or sits watching the
traffic ahead. So on one of the days he is turned
sideways I adjust my rear view mirror so I can see into
the back seat.
What I saw was that Jan was asleep, but that her dress
had risen up and with her legs relaxed, Jim could see
up quite a ways up her skirt, but from my vantage point
I didn't know if he could see her panty covered pussy.
I immediately began thinking of the interesting
possibilities this presented. I met Jan for lunch and
told her what was going on. Her initial reaction was to
chuckle but she soon realized we could have some fun
with this as well so I wasn't sure what to expect on
the way home.
I had fully expected her to remove her panties to give
him a good show, but her approach was much more subtle
and effective. When we got in the car Jan told us she
had a bad day and was really beat. As we got on the
highway she laid sideways on her seat with her knees
pointed to the front. Jim's disappointment was evident
when he realized he wouldn't be getting the show he had
been expecting; however he lowered his visor to shield
his eyes from the Western sun while orienting the
mirror on the back of the visor in such a way that he
could see Jan's lower body. Jan stayed in this position
for about five minutes, and then turned on her back
with her knees up against the back cushion. Jim noticed
this and immediately turned in his seat so he could
look into the back. I adjusted my mirror and saw that
in this position the hem of Jan's dress was now in her
lap completely exposing her legs and a bottom part of
the side of her panties. I knew right away what Jan was
up to.
By now we were in heavy stop and go traffic, so rather
than smooth stops I began stepping harder on the brake
causing her legs to swing back and forth. After the
third or fourth time I did this, Jan let the leg
closest to us swing to the front completely exposing
her panties from just below the waist down.
Unfortunately, the pair she had on was cotton and
didn't give a hint of the treasures hidden inside.
Needless to say, Jim had an extremely hard time keeping
me from noticing his attention directed toward the back
seat. When we dropped Jim off, he kept his briefcase
held up against him so we wouldn't notice how his pants
tented out in the front.
The next time Jan rode in with us Jim was driving. I
suggested she sit in the front. For this day, Jan chose
a skirt that ended about three inches above her knees
and a pair of lacy panties. I almost felt sorry for Jim
when Jan turned in her seat to talk to me in the back.
She did this in such a manner that her left knee was
against the back of the seat and her right leg stayed
in front of the seat. In this position her skirt rode
up and with her legs spread afforded a clear view of
her panties, only this time Jim had a hint of the slit
behind the lace.
I was clearly concerned we were going to have an
accident before getting to work. We continued this game
for a couple more weeks with Jan exposing herself more
often and her panties going more and more transparent.
Then on a Thursday morning Jan came running out of the
house out of breath. She apologized for keeping us
waiting, but explained she got hung up on the phone and
barely had time to get dressed. When I saw what she was
wearing I realized Jim was not going to sleep on the
way in.
Jan had dressed in a white cotton pull over Polo shirt
that hugged her curves, a black mid-thigh length
straight skirt that highlighted the shapeliness of her
legs, and black sandals. The way her nipples pushed out
the front of the shirt make it clear she was not
wearing a bra. And the way she got into the back seat,
made it clear to Jim that she was not wearing any
panties. I am always amazed how women can enter a car
based on the mood they are in.
There are the times when they are prim and proper by
first sitting on the seat, then swinging their legs in
while keeping their knees together. Then there are
times like Jan's entry that day. She entered like she
was wearing slacks – right foot on the floor board,
left leg still outside the car, then stepping into the
car in such a way that her legs are spread wide and
skirt riding high on her thighs. Of course, once seated
she demurely straightened her self up as if nothing had
happen. I watched Jim's expression while this was going
on and had a hard time keeping from laughing out loud.
Jim adjusted his visor so he could "secretly" watch Jan
in the back seat. She caught my reflection in rear view
mirror, smiled, and gave me a wink. She took out her
book and began reading, paying no attention to us in
the front seat. But after a few miles had gone by I
noticed Jim staring intently into his visor mirror,
pretending to watch the traffic ahead. When I looked in
my rear view mirror I saw that Jan had casually reached
over and was brushing her hand across her blouse and
gently caressing her left breast.
Each time Jim turned his head to speak to Jan she
dropped her hand to her book. When he looked back to
the front she resumed stroking her breast. A short
while later she opened her legs and began stroking the
inside of her right thigh. Again, when Jim turned his
head she quickly closed her legs, acting as if nothing
was going on. I don't think Jim caught on to the fact
that we both knew he was watching her as she went
through her routine until a few weeks later.
On this occasion, Jan came out to the car in a green
silk print dress that buttoned down from just above her
cleavage to the bottom hem. Only this time while she
was squeezing her breast she did not stop when Jim
turned around. She looked at the back of my head and
put her index finger to her lips in a shushing motion.
Jim looked a bit perplexed until Jan started undoing
the top buttons to her dress and pushed it aside
revealing her left breast.
Jim looked over at me, but I appeared to be intent on
the road ahead, listening to the local news station.
Jan began pinching her nipple causing it to swell and
little bumps appeared showing her excitement. The color
rose in her cheeks and her breath started coming in
shorter spurts. Jim sat mesmerized. She stole a quick
glance my way and then gave Jim a sly smile as she
began pulling the hem of her dress up to her lap.
She spread her knees and started running her hands up
her thighs until they reached the pussy that had gaped
open revealing the wetness inside. She inserted first
one, then two, then three finger inside herself, first
squeezing her mound, and then slowly pumping her
fingers in and out. I watched in the rear view mirror
as I saw her eyes close and she reached a silent
orgasm. After she came down off her high, she
rearranged her dress, again put her finger to her lips,
and then blew Jim a kiss.
Nothing much happened for the next couple of weeks,
much to Jim's disappointment. But then one morning we
showed up at his house with Jan in the backseat behind
me and a computer monitor in the front seat with a seat
belt wrapped around to secure it. I told Jim I was
sorry to stick him in the back, but I didn't want
anything to happen to my new monitor. He looked over at
Jan smiling in the back and said it wasn't a problem.
Jan and I had planned out a surprise I was sure was
going to please Jim immensely. We were on the road only
a few minutes when Jan opened up the morning paper to
check out the sales pages. She asked Jim if he would
mind helping her hold the pages open so she could more
easily take notes on things she would like to buy. Jim
shifted a bit closer to her and took hold of the paper
with his right hand.
Jan looked at the back of my head and again put her
index finger to her lips. Jim nodded and then Jan took
his left hand and put it on her right knee. When Jim
was confident that I would not notice what was going
on, his hand began the journey from her knee to her
crotch. The closer he got to her pussy, the more she
spread her legs, simultaneously raising her skirt until
he had a clear view of his target area.
I watched her expression in the rear view mirror as
Jim's fingers found her swollen clit and heard the
changing of her breathing pattern. I also heard a
zipper sound and the way Jan had shifted in her seat, I
knew she was releasing Jim's cock from his pants. They
continued masturbating each other until I heard a
stifled moan escape Jan's lips.
I asked if she was ok, and Jan replied that everything
was "peachy keen". She told me later that Jim totally
froze up and went limp when I spoke to Jan. To finish
him off, Jan had him hold both sides of the paper,
scrunched down in her seat, and took him in her mouth.
According to Jan, it only took a few seconds of her
sucking on his now erect penis for him to cum in her
mouth. When she sat back up, I could see her licking
her lips to clean up drops of cum that had leaked out.
As they rearranged themselves, I again saw Jan put her
index finger to her lips signifying this was to be a
secret between the two of them. A week or two later,
Jim said he was taking another job and would be leaving
the car pool the next week. I told him that it was a
shame because Jan said she was really enjoying his
company. I don't think he ever suspected that I was
part of his enjoyment.
I was soon to celebrate another birthday and Jan asked
what I would like to have as a gift. I told her that I
really didn't need anything and besides which nothing
could top the present she had given me last year when
she had agreed to be my sex slave for the weekend. She
laughed and said she would try and come up with
something that I would appreciate. On the morning of my
birthday, Jan said she had a surprise for me, but it
would have to wait until after dinner. When I arrived
home from work she told me to freshen up and to put on
a suit.
The first surprise was the arrival of a limo she said
was there to take us to a restaurant I had mentioned
wanting to go to some time back. The outfit she had
chosen caught me by surprise. It was the same kind of
blouse and skirt out fit she had worn the in the
restaurant that second week end so long ago, except
this skirt buttoned down the front. The way her breasts
swayed when she walked announced to all that she was
not wearing a bra. I raised my eyebrows and she
responded by raising the hem to show that the skirt and
blouse was all she was wearing.
Once in the limo, we opened a bottle of champagne and
toasted the evening. I took my cue from the way she
snuggled up to me that she was in a playful mood. She
raised her glass in a toast and slowly undid all the
buttons of her blouse. I immediately pushed the blouse
off her shoulders and orally paid homage to her
breasts. Then, while the limo driver looked on I sunk
to my knees between her open legs, pushed the skirt up
to her lap, and sucked on the sweet nectar flowing from
her cunt until she was on the verge of orgasm.
She wanted me to finish her and then to do me, but I
said it was my birthday and I could do whatever I
wanted and what I wanted was to eat her as dessert. She
was still on the edge of an orgasm when we arrived at
the restaurant. She redid the buttons on her blouse and
we went in to eat.
The restaurant was elaborately decked out. Crystal
chandelier hanging from the center of the room and
crystal sconces set around the outer walls. Both were
turned down to provide subdued lighting. The table
arrangements shouted "expensive", up to and including
the table linen draped to the floor and well designed
floral arrangements on each table. Jan asked for one of
the outer tables that were somewhat secluded. When she
approached the table she took the seat with her back to
the wall.
I sat adjacent to her on the right looking back toward
the front of the restaurant. The waiter introduced
himself, took our drink order and departed. I told Jan
I clearly remembered the last time she had worn that
blouse to a restaurant and how frightened she had been
at the time. She smiled in remembrance and said, "That
was then and this is now." To add meaning to her words,
she undid the top two buttons on her blouse so she was
showing a lot of cleavage, but not so low that her
breasts were exposed.
When the waiter returned his glance showed how
appreciative he was of the view. We laughed together
when I told her he almost spilled his drink tray when
he bent over to put her drink on the table. Jan said,
"The evening is just beginning dear". She then reached
up and undid the bottom two buttons on her skirt
revealing well turned thighs.
The condition of her skirt did not go unnoticed when
the waiter came back to take our dinner order. I could
tell Jan was aroused by the way her nipples had gotten
hard and were like tent poles in her blouse. I asked
how far she was going to push this and she told me I
would just have to wait and see. The salad was served
and as the waiter departed Jan undid another button on
her blouse allowing a great view of her breasts from
the top when she sat forward a bit. When the waiter
returned to see if we wanted fresh ground pepper, I
could see the beginning of an erection as he stood over
Jan to grind the pepper. While he was standing there
she made a point of leaning forward so her blouse would
sway open. By the time he returned to pick up the salad
plates, Jan had undone yet another button which formed
a deep v to a few inches above her waist and revealed a
large portion of each breast forming the cleavage I
love to bury my face in.
She asked if I was enjoying myself to which I replied
she could not have given me a better birthday present.
She told me that she thought she could top that and
withdrew an envelope from her purse. She handed it to
me and asked if she had been right. I opened the
envelope and withdrew a book of 5 coupons she had
created on her computer. Each coupon said, "This coupon
entitles the bearer to the services of (my wife's name)
as a sex slave for 24 hours from the time of
presentation."
I just about cried out in delight and asked if she was
really serious – that she would be the sex slave of
whoever presented her one of those coupons. She replied
that she had meant them for me, but she would honor the
conditions set forth on the coupon if I so desired. I
was about to rip a coupon out and hand it to her, but
she put her hand on mine and said that with everything
I had done to please her this was her evening to please
me and that she was sure I would not wish to waste a
coupon. With that said, she reached down and undid
another button on her skirt and then crossed her right
leg over left causing the skirt to fall away on the
sides.
When the waiter returned with our entrée, I was running
my hand up and down her leg while we both enjoyed the
view. I withdrew my hand and she uncrossed her legs
exposing her thighs to just below her pussy. It was
then that I realized that I was being treated to a very
subtle strip tease that promised to get even better.
The waiter's hand shook as he put the plates down in
front of us, but he assured me that he was fine and was
immensely enjoying serving our needs. As he walked away
Jan reached down and released yet another button. She
uncrossed her legs and this time the top of her pussy
was clearly visible. She took my hand, opened her legs,
and pushed my finger into a very wet chasm.
After finger-fucking her for a few moments, she
withdrew my hand and said I should eat before my dinner
got cold. As I sat there watching she released the
second to last button and pushed aside the tails of her
blouse so she was now exposed from the waist on down.
The only thing that kept her from being completely
naked from the neck on down was the bottom button on
her blouse and top button on her skirt. I told her that
if she really wanted to make this meal special she
would undo the last button on her skirt.
She quickly looked around to see if anyone had taken an
interest in what was happening at our table. Since
there was no one seated at the tables next to us and
her action was only being appreciated by the waiter and
myself she undid the last button and let the skirt fall
away to either side of her chair. The tails of her
blouse on each side hid the fact that she was
essentially sitting there with no skirt on. She then
undid the bottom button on her blouse so she now
presented a visible path of flesh from her neck to
where her legs disappeared under the table cloth. Her
legs were still pressed together, but she opened her
knees when I told her that one of her best assets was
still hidden.
When the waiter returned he had the bus boy in tow. Big
smiles broke out on their faces as they soaked up the
vision presented by my wife. Jan stayed in this stage
of undress through the main course. The waiter was
constantly at our table to make sure everything was to
our satisfaction, but Jan and I knew the real reason he
was there. By the time they returned with dessert,
their disappointment was etched on their faces. Jan had
refastened some of the skirt and blouse buttons. At the
conclusion of the meal, the waiter brought the bill,
but it was marked "PAID". The waiter said it was his
treat and he would appreciate it if we would return in
the future. When we stood up, Jan gave him a kiss on
the cheek and told him one never knows what the future
may bring. I found out later that he was the son of the
owner.
It was getting dark as we got back into the limo and
Jan gave the driver an address where she wanted to go
next. She then removed her blouse and skirt, unzipped
my slacks and began to give me an exquisite blow job.
Before I realized it the limo had pulled to the side of
the road at the address he was given. Jan grabbed my
hand and pulled me out of the limo. We were at that
part of the community golf course that bordered the
road. She handed the limo driver her clothes and told
him to drop them on the front porch of our house on his
way home. By now the only light we had was from a three
quarter moon and lights from houses that bordered the
course. We then proceeded down the 17th fairway until
we reached the green, her naked and me with an erection
sticking out the fly of my pants.
When I asked Jan what she had in mind, she told me that
the next time we played this hole, she wanted to
remember seeing a different set of balls next to the
cup. She removed my clothes, pushed me down on to
surface, used her mouth to keep me erect, straddled me
and then plunged my erection into her soft, totally wet
pussy. She rode me with an urgency I only see when she
is out of her mind with lust. She kept saying,
"Yes...Yess...Yesssss...YESSSSS!!"
As she climaxed, her voice got louder and louder as she
reached orgasm. I climaxed, but she didn't stop. She
kept moving forward and back being careful to not let
me slip out of her until her passion brought me erect
again. When I was fully erect she lifted up until I
came out, reached down and spread my oozing sperm along
her butt crack and positioned me at the entrance of her
rectum. This was to be a first for both of us.
We had talked about fucking her ass, but as yet had not
done it. She slowly eased herself down on me until I
was completely buried in her ass. She sat on me for a
short while getting used to the insertion, and then
began riding me again, slowly at first, then with
growing intensity as my cock hit places inside her
never touched before. I reached down to massage her
clit while she rode the hell out of my cock until we
both came at the same moment.
As our passions cooled, Jan bent over to kiss me and my
deflated cock slid out of her ass. Jan said that was
the most erotic thing she had ever done, now all we had
to do is get home without getting arrested. I wrapped
my clothes over my arm as we made our way the three
blocks to our house.
Coupon one:
The idea for my first coupon was so simple I don't know
why I didn't think of it before. To make this idea work
required me leave the house early, go to one of the
truck rental companies and get a high bed pick up. I
found a two door Ford Ranger to be exactly what I was
looking for. Jan asked about the truck when I pulled
into the driveway, where upon I presented her with my
first coupon. I told her to freshen up because we were
going for a little ride.
The first thing I did was remove the mattress from the
hide-a-bed and lay it on the bed of the truck. I then
presented Jan with a cell phone with Bluetooth
capabilities, a headset to go with the phone and a
white wicked weasel bathing suit I had purchased for
her. Unlike the white and yellow version I had
purchased for her before, the material on this suit was
open mesh. Each hole in the mesh was about a quarter
inch round and left nothing to the imagination even
when dry. The top was held in place by a string tied
around the neck and body. The thong bottom was a small
patch of material that barely covered her pussy.
As we headed for the interstate I explained that what I
wanted her to do. I would pull in front of and 18-
wheeler. Jan was take phone calls and do what she was
told without sitting or standing up. I only wanted her
exposed to truckers driving down the highway. When we
reached the interstate, I pulled over and Jan got into
the truck bed. She lay on her back and lay spread
eagled in the bed of the truck with her knees almost
touching the sides. She put the Bluetooth earpiece in
place synched to the phone. Once she was in place I
raised a sign I had made that simply said "Call 571-
xxx-xxxx", which was the number of the phone I had
purchased. Before going out on the highway, I made sure
Jan was comfortable. She looked really hot in that
outfit. Jan's nipples and slit were clearly visible
through the material. Once we were ready I took a
couple of pictures and pulled out on the highway.
We were not surprised by the number of truckers who own
cell phones. We tooled up and down the highway for
about an hour. Because of the wind noise I couldn't
really hear what was going on, but with my rearview
mirror adjusted down I had a good view of Jan in the
bed of the truck. I knew when she received a call
because the phone on the seat would buzz and I could
see Jan wave to the trucker. As she explained to me
later, the first question generally asked was what was
going on. Jan explained that she was my "girlfriend"
and had lost a bet. The loser had to do whatever the
winner desired – she lost. This was my desire. She
laughed and joked with the caller but would eventually
begin rubbing and squeezing her breast through her
suit.
I watched as she reached into her suit to tweak her
nipples, eventually allowing her breasts to slip out
the bottom of her suit top. She would spend even more
time pulling on her nipples until they got hard and
stuck out at attention. Eventually she reached behind
her to unfasten the ties and toss the tops through the
window of the cab. A few more moments of this and she
began paying attention to the wet spot in her bottoms.
She slipped her hand into her bottoms and begin finger
fucking her self.
When she was sufficiently aroused, she lifted her ass
up, slipped the bottoms off and tossed them into the
cab as well. This left her totally exposed while she
masturbated herself to an orgasm. When she gave me the
high sign we gave the driver a few more moments to
enjoy the view, and then sped up the highway to the
next exit where we would pull off and Jan would put her
suit back on. We did this for about an hour until when
Jan pulled off her bottoms to toss them into the cab,
the wind caught it and out it went to the side of the
highway.
I didn't think it a good idea to pull over right then
so I sped up, pulled off the next exit and circled
around until we spotted it by the side of the road. I
pulled over and told her to jump out and get her
bottoms. This meant she had to get out of the truck
wearing only her bathing suit top and go back about 100
feet to pick it up. Truck and car horns blared out as
she made her way back. When she reached her bottoms she
immediately put it on and came back to the cab. We
found a quiet spot in a nearby rest area where she
relieved the sexual pressures that had been building up
in me. I do love those bathing suits and planned on
having her wear this one to the beach real soon.
By the time we headed back to the house I still had 20
hours left on my coupon. A lot of scenarios ran through
my head, but I wanted to do something different,
something that would raise the level of excitement
within Jan and provide her with higher and higher
levels of stimulation and satisfaction. My objective
all along had been to create and satisfy a sexuality I
always suspected lay deeply hidden within her, but was
being suppressed by her Catholic upbringing. I not only
wanted her to do whatever I desired because she would
reap the reward of super orgasms, but to also put
herself in a frame of reference where she would begin
to act out fantasies of her own for my pleasure. Her
actions on my birthday told me I was on the right path.
I took Jan back home, had her change into a blouse,
mini-skirt, bra, and panty outfit and we headed out to
my office. I had an idea I wanted to try. I told Jan I
had learned about some web sites on net-meeting and
wanted to introduce them to her. When we arrived I sat
her at my desk, fired up the computer, and launched the
net-meeting application. I did not have a webcam
attached to my desktop, but I did have speakers and a
built in microphone. We selected the name of Honey-
Blonde, a 24YO F. I told Jan to select any address that
interested her and showed her how to make and answer a
call.
Her eyes widened when the person she called answered
and she was staring at about an 8 inch erect cock being
stroked by its owner. I motioned for her to say hello,
which began a short discussion. I gave her a message
that directed her to tell the guy at the other end that
she liked to watch and asked if he would cum for her,
which he did. She did this a few more times, getting
into it as she talked to more men, both calling and
answering calls. I asked if she was getting turned on
by this and she acknowledged she was, so I set the
following as the scenario I wanted her to adopt. Up to
now I had allowed her to respond to the requests of the
guys at the other end to play with herself, but she was
not to get undressed or have an orgasm.
I wanted that to change with the next caller. I had
noticed that Jan had attracted the attention of a guy
in the hotel room about 200 feet directly across the
street and one floor above us. I had stayed out of
sight, so I assumed he would be of the opinion that she
would be the only one there. I told Jan that she was to
convince the caller that she was being punished for
disobeying her master and that her punishment was to go
up on net-meeting and do whatever she was told. During
the discussion she would be asked to get undressed, but
she was to ask if she could close the blinds on the
window because she was being watched by a guy from
across the street. I was sure that she would be
directed to leave them open.
On the next call it went exactly as I hoped it would.
Jan followed the script I laid out for her exactly.
When the caller was convinced he had lucked into a
submissive he started to take control. In response to
his questions she described what she looked like and
what she was wearing. When he told her to get undressed
she explained about the guy across the street and the
request to close the blinds. His interest quickened as
he began asking about what the guy was doing. She said
he was just watching her as she sat at the computer.
The computer caller told Jan that he had been asked to
call her by her master and he was to report her
behavior back to him.
Jan pleaded with him not to say anything bad because
she would be in big trouble. Based on his instructions
she began playing with her breasts, and putting her
hand up her skirt and in her panties, but playing with
herself in such a way that she didn't expose anything.
She was then told to started walking back and forth
across the window, squeezing her breasts and rubbing
herself through her skirt. Again, in response to the
directions she was getting she stopped and stared up at
the guy, continuing to massage her breasts and running
her hands up under her skirt. Her task was to get the
guy across the street to strip and jerk off for her.
She asked for guidance and he told her to undo a couple
buttons on her blouse, point at the guy and mimic for
him to do the same thing. She did this, but the guy did
not respond. He told her to undo all her buttons, open
her blouse to show her bra, then close the blouse and
motion for him to remove his shirt. The guy finally got
the message and unbuttoned his shirt as Jan had done.
When she announced that the guy did not have an
undershirt on, she was told to reach behind her, undo
her bra, and let it drop to the floor.
All the while she was saying, "Yes Sir" and telling the
caller what she was doing. She was then told to reach
up and began rubbing her breasts and pinching her
nipples. All the while she was doing this, the caller
was on camera stroking his cock. Based on further
directions, Jan reached for the zipper on the side of
her skirt and waited. The guy put his hand on his fly.
As Jan lowered her zipper, the guy across the street
matched her inch for inch. Jan undid the button above
the zipper and let her skirt drop to the floor,
standing there in only her panties.
When the guy hesitated, Jan was told to reach down for
her skirt, but when she looked up the guy was there in
his boxers with an erection sticking out the flap. When
she mentioned this, she was told to drop her skirt
again and proceed. Jan pointed at him and clapped her
hands in appreciation, followed by a motion for him to
drop his shorts. He pointed at his boxers, pointed at
her, and then raised his index finger to signify she
was do drop her panties first. Jan turned, slipped her
fingers into her waist band and while bending over slid
her panties over her ass and down her legs. When she
turned around, her companion was also naked.
By now the guy on the computer was completely
forgotten. Jan pulled the desk chair over to the
window, sat down, spread her feet, and placed them on
the window. She then made a fist, pointed at him and
made an up and down motion for him to start stroking.
When he got the message, she began to thrust her
fingers in and out of her pussy. I allowed this to
continue for a few minutes then told Jan to stop, get
up, and get my magic marker and a piece of paper. I
then had her write my office phone number and hold it
up to the window.
A few moments later, the phone rang. Jan answered and
they talked for a few minutes. Unexpectedly, she
dropped her feet to the floor, turned and opened my
desk drawer and withdrew a magic marker. She resumed
her former position with her feet on the window and
started using it as a dildo. I told her to ask if he
would like to come over and finish what they had
started. She gave my floor and office number and he
said he would be there in a couple of minutes. The
caller at the computer was yelling at her to answer him
so we hung up on him and turned the computer off to get
ready for my next phase.
When the front door buzzer rang I sent Jan out to open
it. I could see he was pleased to see she had answered
the door naked. When they came into the office he was
surprised to see me standing there. I introduced myself
and explained that Jan was my sex slave for the day and
what I wanted from him was to make sure she was
thoroughly fucked while I watched. He said his name was
Fred, agreed and went to close the blinds, but I told
him that part of the deal was that they had to do it in
view of anyone who happened to look over.
He thought about it for a few moments, but when he
looked at Jan standing there, he agreed and got
undressed. He apparently felt the foreplay was a done
deal so he lay Jan back on my desk, grabbed her feet,
spread them wide and inserted what appeared to be a
nine inch cock, slightly larger than a toilet paper
tube into the gaping hole that was more than ready for
him. He pulled her to him and began pumping her like he
was drilling for oil. Jan appeared to be in 7th heaven.
She grabbed his hips and pulled on him on each thrust
saying words like, "OH YES! FILL ME UP! RAM THAT
GEORGEOUS COCK IN ME!!!"
I was impressed by Fred's stamina. I would have cum
already, but he was like the energizer bunny – he kept
going and going and going and Jan kept coming and
coming and coming.
Jan put her arms around his neck and kept up a litany
of, "I'M COMING! YESSSS! OH MY GOD! YESSSSSS!
YESSSSSSS!!!"
Fred lifted her up and while she was still impaled on
his rock hard prick put her back against the window and
continued thrusting into her as she wrapped her legs
around his waist. By now they had captured the
attention of another guy and a couple across the
street. They were totally oblivious of the attention
they were receiving as they finally reached a mutual
orgasm. They stayed in that position as their passions
cooled until Jan lowered her feet to the floor and Fred
finally pulled out with copious amount of sperm running
down her legs.
Jan looked at me lovingly and thanked me for the
moment. Then she told Fred that it was the most
fantastic and unbelievable thing that had ever occurred
to her and could not thank him enough. Fred repeated
the complement. I told him that I still had until
morning before my 24 hours were up and would he be
interested in dinner and further fun.
When he enthusiastically said yes I turned to Jan and
asked if she was up to it. She said that as his slave
the decision was up to me, but since I asked she would
look forward to it. I told Fred we would have to use
his room to allow Jan to clean up and get more
presentable. He said that would not be a problem. As
Jan picked up her panties to begin dressing I told her
they would not be necessary. She put her bra in my desk
drawer and, after asking my permission, offered her
panties to Fred as a souvenir of the moment. She put
her blouse and skirt back on.
Fred and I talked about Jan while she was in showering
and I filled him in on the distance that Jan had come
from a little over a year ago. His only response was
that he hoped he could find a wife that was like Jan.
Jan came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. I told
her about Fred's wish to find someone like her and that
she should drop the towel so we could lust after her
luscious body. I ran my hands gently up and down her
body while boasting to Fred about what a beautiful
creature I had as a wife.
He enthusiastically agreed and joined me as we both
enjoyed her body heat. I stood behind her and rained
kisses on her neck and shoulders as Fred's kisses
traveled up and down from her lips to the inside of her
knees. Jan just beamed from the complements and
attention she was receiving and the flush of her cheeks
and the swelling of her pussy were evidence she was
getting turned on again. Fred called room service and
asked for them to deliver a bottle of Champaign and
three glasses. When the knock on the door came, I told
Jan to answer it – still in the nude. I had been
expecting a waiter, but the person at the door was
female. She looked at Jan, then at us, not really
knowing what to do next. Fred told her where to set up,
gave her a generous tip, and let her out. While sipping
Champaign, we giggled like children about the
expression on the waitresses face when she opened the
door.
When it was time for dinner, Jan put her blouse and
skirt on and we headed out to a restaurant Fred
recommended. The place he had chosen had a cozy but
simple atmosphere. The tables were covered with
tablecloths that hung about a foot off the edge of the
tables and were lit be a small candle in the middle.
When we were seated I told Jan to raise up and lift her
skirt in the back until her bare butt was on the seat.
I then told her to spread her knees until they were
touching Fred and my knee and was to remain that way
throughout dinner. I asked Jan to explain what she
wanted to happen next.
Jan explained that she loved the feel hands lightly
running up and down her legs, stopping to explore the
wetness that would develop between her legs. I told
Fred about some of our other experiences and the fact
that if we kept her from orgasm she would at some point
be willing do anything to get release. Without further
ado Fred's hand dropped below the tablecloth. I knew
every time Fred reached her golden grotto. Jan was
helpless to hide the expression of ecstasy she
experienced when Fred inserted a finger into her and
massaged her clit. I reminded Fred that he should not
bring her to orgasm.
Both Fred and I kept her in a state of high excitement
throughout the meal. At one point Jan told me I was a
heartless bastard, but I only laughed and told her I
was, but she enjoyed it when I was. As we were
finishing dessert I asked Jan what she wanted us to do
next. She said, "Whatever you desire."
I said that her answer was not good enough. I reached
over and started rubbing circles on her clit and told
her I wanted her to tell us explicitly what she wanted
us to do. She said, "I want you to suck on my breasts,
go down on me, and then make it with both of you."
I kept up the pressure on her clit and responded that
her answer was still not graphic enough. She finally
said, "I want you and Fred to lick my breasts, bite my
nipples until they get hard as rocks, eat out my cunt
until I scream for release, than fuck me until I can
hardly walk." I pulled my hand away and told her, "That
sounds like a good plan, let's go execute it."
We walked back to the hotel which was just a short walk
away. As we were walking I had my arm around her neck
playing with her sensitive nipples. Each of us also
took turns reaching up under her skirt, rubbing her ass
and pussy. At one point as I saw two guys approaching I
reached down and pulled the front of her skirt up until
she was exposed from the waist down. I dropped the hem
once we had passed them. One of the guys exclaimed,
"Wow, was that ever great!!" While going up to Fred's
room in the hotel elevator, I told Jan to give me her
skirt and Fred her blouse.
Unfortunately, no one got on as we went up and the
corridor was empty as we made our way back to his room.
Once in the room we proceeded to do precisely what she
said she wanted. While I was sucking and nibbling on
her tits, Fred had his tongue buried between her legs.
Then while I was underneath her lapping up the juices
flowing out of her pussy she had Fred's cock buried in
her mouth. Over the past few months Jan has gotten
better and better at giving head and the sounds that
Fred was making told me she was excelling at it this
time. After about twenty minutes of this action I lay
on my back and pulled Jan on to me. As I was buried
deep in her pussy, Fred had returned from the dresser
with what looked like Vaseline. He lubed up Jan's
asshole, positioned himself behind her, and entered
her. This is the first time I had ever experienced what
double penetration was like.
Fred and I set up a rhythm as our cocks rubbed against
each other separated by the wall of flesh that
separated Jan's vagina from her colon. It wasn't too
long before we were all climaxing. We lay like that a
while, with Jan as a human sandwich between our sweat
drenched bodies. We both withdrew and with Jan cuddled
between us fell asleep. When we awoke, it was morning.
We said our goodbyes to Fred and thanked him for a
memorable afternoon and evening.
Jan gave him our phone number and told him to call
sometime when he was in town and maybe we could get
together again. She turned to me and said my twenty-
four hours were up and it was time to return to the
real world. On the way home she said she had really
enjoyed herself and was looking forward to the next
four coupons. The only problem right now is I don't
have a clue what to do with them. Perhaps something
will come to mind.
To be continued (I hope)
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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