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Bonnie's First Coupon
Timing is everything. Mother Nature cooperated beautifully and gave me an
opportunity to use my first coupon (see "Bonnie's Second Bet"). 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 Stan, a recently separated friend of ours
from Manassas, to come spend the weekend with us. And, of course our
next-door neighbor, Frank. Bonnie elected to meet two of her friends at the
mall. Since that left their husbands, Mark and Greg, with nothing to do, I
invited them to come watch the game, too.
The guys started arriving around three. 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 hit with a huge ice
storm. Around four o'clock it rolled in. 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: just before the start of the game the
electricity went out. I did find a battery-run radio we could listen to the
game on, but it just wasn't the same. Regardless, we were stuck; 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 cosy haven from the storm.
While we were waiting for kickoff we were talking about our favorite places
to go around Richmond. Bonnie was out in the kitchen getting munchies and
beer, and I mentioned the Melting Pot, where I took Bonnie on our first
outing. With her 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 everything that transpired, but I did
give a fairly explicit description of having Bonnie show her tits to our
waiter. My story met with overwhelming and nearly universal disbelief. Frank,
who already knew the whole story, was the only one who really believed it.
After that evening and an adventure with Frank, Bonnie gave me a gift of six
"anything" coupons, redeemable upon demand. This seemed like a good time to
try one out. I slipped out into the kitchen and grabbed a bowl of chips to
take in to the family room. As I reached for a cooler of beer with my other
hand, I said to Bonnie, "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 do,
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, so whatever she does is OK (at least that's the way she
explained it to me). She hibernated in the kitchen for a while, until I
called out for her to come back in and join us. She came into the family room
and sat beside me on the couch, with Stan on her other side. Since we
listening to the game instead of watching it on TV, we had arranged ourselves
in a loose circle around the coffee table and the food. Bonnie didn't say
anything; she just came in and sat on the couch 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.
She didn't reply, she just swallowed nervously and left. 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, "You may not believe my story about having
Bonnie show off her tits, so I'm going to prove it's true. She has to do
whatever I tell her to this evening. I told her to take off her bra. When
comes back, don't say anything, but check out her tits." When she returned
with that telltale bounce under her button-down shirt I saw some grins. I
guess they were beginning to wonder if I might really 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. He said that
someone had suggested The Melting Pot and asked innocently if any of us had
ever been there. I said that we had been there a couple of months ago and I
had really enjoyed it. "How about you, Bonnie?" I asked. "Did you have a good
time, too?" Blushing, she gave me a dirty look, then said, "Yes, it was a
very enjoyable evening." Greg, acting innocent, persisted, "What made it
special?" She hesitated and looked at me. "Tell him the truth, Honey. Tell
him what happened." "Everything?" "Yes, everything. These 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 must not remember the
lesson you learned at the restaurant. You have to do what I say, when I say,
with no argument and no hesitation. You know if you don't follow the rules
the penalty is always worse than the original demand, and you just earned a
penalty. Now go ahead and tell them what happened." 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/punishment: instead of just telling them you showed your breasts,
you are going to show them what you did. Unbutton your blouse just like you
did in the restaurant." "Honey, come on. Don't make me do that in front of
all these guys! I just CAN'T!" "You're 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 reluctantly reached up to unbutton her
top button. Blushing furiously, she opened it, then the second button, then
the third. At this point we could see the inside curve of her breasts.
Glancing at me, she unbuttoned the fourth button, and finally, the last
button. Her blouse was now completely open to her waist, but still 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. Then she clutched the blouse with both hands and looked at me
and shook her head. "I'm sorry, Tom. I can't do this. I'm just too
embarrassed."
"Bonnie, look. The deal is that I have complete control. I'm not going to let
anything bad happen. But you're not going to get out of this. You have to do
it. Now, no more hesitation. Open your blouse and show them your breasts."
She looked at me, then at the floor. Then she took a deep breath, wet her
lips, and slowly pulled apart the sides of her blouse, allowing an
unobstructed view of her magnificent breasts. Holding her blouse open, she
asked me "Are you sure this is really what you want me to do?" "Yes, my love,
I'm sure. As I said, I am very, very proud of you. Now since you argued with
me - twice - you have two penalties coming. Your first penalty is that you
don't get to wear anything above the waist the rest of the day." I held out
my hand. "You aren't going to need your blouse any more. Give it to me." She
slid her blouse off her arms and allowed me to take it with only token
resistance. So there she sat, topless, in front of five guys. To her credit,
she sat up straight and didn't try to cover up. She was embarrassed, but
seemed to be determined to do whatever I asked.
If any of the guys doubted what I had told them earlier, all skepticism was
gone now. No one said anything; they all just sat there staring at Bonnie's
breasts. I know she was really uncomfortable sitting there partially naked in
front of our friends. But they complimented her and congratulated her on
being so brave, and slowly she relaxed a little. She even managed a little
smile and a "thank you". After a few minutes I said, "I'm afraid you're not
quite done yet, Bonnie. You argued with me twice, so you still have another
punishment to coming. Tell them what else I made you do in the restaurant."
It got very quiet in the room. "You made me you show the waiter my pussy,"
she said, almost in a whisper. Stunned silence, then more shouts of approval
from the men.
When it got quiet, I said, "That is what will be your second punishment will
be. Stand up, Bonnie." Slowly she stood up in front of the couch. "Now," 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 stepped out of them, and I
tossed them to the other side of the room. She was wearing low-cut white
panties, and you could see the bulge of her mound and the dark shadow of her
pubic hair. She started to sit down, but I said, "No, not yet, Honey. They
still can't see your pussy. Take off your panties, too." She took a deep
breath (which did wonderful things for her breasts), hooked her thumbs into
the waist-band, and slowly, reluctantly, pulled off her last skimp of cover.
I tossed them across the room as well. She now stood totally, completely
naked in front of five men. There was a round of spontaneous applause, and a
whole series of heartfelt compliments. She sat back down of the couch and
covered her face with her hands. "I can't believe I did this. I am so totally
embarrassed! Please, please, PLEASE don't let anyone else know about this,
guys. I'd just die of embarrassment!"
Everyone quickly assured her that none of this would leave the room. I said,
"I think they'll all keep your secret, Bonnie. But since you're already
naked, I want to prove a point to you. You know I love to show off your body.
It's exciting for me, and I've always said the any guy lucky enough to catch
a glimpse of it would enjoy it and really appreciate it. I don't think you
truly believe that, and this is a great time to prove it to you. We're all
fairly typical males here. I want to be sure each guy here gets a good long
look at your body -- all of it -- and I want you to see how much we all like
looking at you. I want you to know in your heart how much an average guy
appreciates it when he gets a chance to see your body.
Here's what I want you to do: stand up again, and go around the circle and
stand in front of each guy. Let him look at you, front and back. Let him
touch and caress you if he wants to. Give him a chance to really appreciate
your body. And while each of them is doing that, I want you to watch them and
see how much they are enjoying the opportunity you are giving them. Then
maybe you'll understand what a favor you are doing for any man who gets a
chance to see you."
She didn't say a word, just got up and went over and stood in front of Mark,
whom she probably knew least well of any of us. With her arms out to her
sides, she slowly turned in a complete circle. When she was facing him again,
he shyly reached out and stroked one of her breasts. "Beautiful," was all he
said. When neither Bonnie nor I objected to him touching her, he put his
other hand on her other breast and gently kneaded them. After a few moments
he let go and said, "Thank you."
Bonnie walked on to stand in front of Greg. He was less shy. Taking his cue
from Mark, he reached out and cupped both breasts, weighing them in his
hands, and running his thumbs across her hard nipples. She sighed. Bonnie
has very sensitive breasts, and I knew she was getting turned on. As she
turned in fromt of him, 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! Thank you, Bonnie."
She was breathing hard as she moved on to Frank. After our previous adventure
with him, he was intimately familiar with her body, and immediately eased two
fingers up inside her while he leaned forward and sucked her nipple into his
mouth. A groan escaped from her lips, and she tilted her head back to enjoy
the sensation. Frank rubbed her pussy, getting his fingers soaked with her
wetness. He reached further between her legs. She gasped and said, "Oh God,
Tom, he has his finger up my ass!" "Let him do it, Bonnie. Frank is an ass
man. In fact, give him a better look at your ass. Turn around and spread your
legs and put your hands on the floor." "Tom, no! That's not even sexy! I .
. .aw, shit", she said, realizing what she was doing. "I'm sorry! That won't
count for a punishment, will it?" "Of course," I said. "Obviously you still
need help remembering your promise. Now turn around, bend over, and spread
em!"
She turned to face me, her back toward Frank. Her eyes were shining and her
breathing was fast. She bent at the waist and put her hands flat on the
floor, then spread her feet. "How's the view?" I asked Frank. He put one
hand on each butt cheek and spread them far apart. "Now that's excellent!"
he replied. "She has a great ass and a really cute little asshole! Come look
at this!" As the rest of us got up and moved around behind Bonnie, she said,
"Oh God, I'm so embarrassed! I can't believe I'm doing this! No one has ever
looked at me like this before!" "That's a shame, Bonnie. You look great! Give
me a hand, Mark. Hold her open for me," Frank said. "I want to get my finger
in her again." "No, please . . ." Bonnie said softly as Mark took over and
spread Bonnie's cheeks again. No one paid any attention to her weak
objection.
We watched Frank dip his fingers in Bonnie's vagina again, then he slowly
slid his index finger all the way in to her hole. He was moving his finger in
and out of her ass, fucking her with his finger. Bonnie was moaning softly.
"Aw, man, she is so tight and hot! This is great!" Frank removed his finger
and Bonnie stood up while we all returned to our seats.
"Am I done now?" she asked. I replied, "Not yet. I know that was hard for
you, Bonnie, and you did really well, but Stan hasn't had his turn yet." She
smiled bravely and walked over 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 stroking her clit. He slid his fingers inside her while he
continued to suck on her clit. She moaned again. I could tell she was very
close to coming. But before she reached her climax, he stopped.
"Delicious!" was his only comment.
On shaky legs Bonnie made her way back over to the couch and collapsed beside
me. "Thank you, Bonnie. I'm very proud of you. Did you enjoy yourself?" "I am
totally embarrassed, and I am so turned on I can't stand it!" she replied.
"Good. Are you convinced now that men really enjoy looking at you, and that
we appreciate getting a chance to see or touch your body?" "Did you all
really like looking at me?" she asked the group with a grin. Predictably,
she got a unanimous positive answer. "And did you like doing the things you
did to me, too?" Again, there was an enthusiastic positive response. She
looked at me and said, "Well, if that's how they really feel, I guess I have
to believe what you say. Guys really do like to see my body. I guess I'll
quit worrying that I might offend somebody it I let them see more of me than
they are supposed to see." "I'm glad you believe that, Bonnie, because I
still have five coupons, and I promise you there will be a lot more men who
will get to appreciate your charms."
Bonnie stood up and walked over to pick up her clothes. "Hang on, Bonnie.
You still have one more penalty." She looked at me apprehensively. "What else
do you want me to do?" "I think you'll like this one. Come sit beside me."
When she was seated I said, "You really did well today. I pushed you pretty
hard, and you did everything I asked you to do. I am very proud of you, and I
think you deserve a reward." I lifted her closest leg and laid it over my
leg. Stan, catching on quickly, did the same on her other side. Bonnie was
now wide open to everyone's gaze, her vagina even more exposed than it had
been earlier. We were all examining her intently. "You said a minute ago that
you were really turned on. Does this turn you on, too?" She was breathing
hard and her sex glistened in the light of the fire. "I think you're turning
me into an exhibitionist. I'm really embarrassed, but God yes, being exposed
like this and knowing men are looking at my naked pussy really turns me on."
"Good. You have earned the right to climax. Go ahead and bring yourself off,
Lover. Would you like us to watch you?" As her hands slid toward her vagina,
she laid her head back on the couch and said, "Oh, this is so nasty! I don't
care! Yes, I want you to watch me stroke my pussy! I want cum for you! I
want everyone to watch me cum!" And there, in front of her very appreciative
audience, allowed herself to experience not one, but three consecutive
orgasms, each one more intense than I would have thought humanly possible.
And that's how it happened that Mother Nature allowed us to enjoy the most
erotic and exciting night of our lives to date. It was a wonderful experience
for everyone - we even got a thank you note! But the best part is that I
still have five more coupons!
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