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Subject: {ASSM} Bonnie's Second Bet (MMMMM/F Exhib, NC?)
Date: Sat, 11 Nov 2000 18:10:04 -0500
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Bonnie's Second Bet

    Several weeks ago my wife, Bonnie, and I made a bet on something about 
which we were both absolutely certain we were right. The bet was for one 
evening of whatever the winner wanted -- total control. I won, and had an 
incredible 
evening showing her off to a waiter in a local restaurant (See "Bonnie's 
First Bet"). It was her first experience with any sort of exhibitionism, and 
while she admitted it was a huge turn-on, she was wasn't sure about the idea 
of repeating the experience. As time passed and she had time to think about 
it, however, apparently she changed her mind. One afternoon she started a 
minor argument with me about something stupid -- what time a certain show 
came on TV, I think -- and bet me that she was right and I was wrong. The 
bet, predictably, was for the same stakes as last time: an evening of total 
control. I suspect she knew what time the show came on; it was just an excuse 
to make a bet she would lose, knowing I would want another adventure. Never 
one to disappoint, I set it up. The evening before I claimed my winnings, I 
talked to Frank, our next door neighbor, about my plans, and he was more than 
willing to help out.
    I started off the evening by taking her to dinner at Ruth's Chris Steak 
House. It was a great meal with good wine and a couple of drinks -- more 
alcohol than she is used to. I'm sure was expecting me to have her do 
something outrageous at the restaurant, but I was a perfect gentleman, except 
for a few teasing remarks about things she might have do.  
    We stopped at a nice bar on the way home and found an empty booth along 
one wall. When we sat down I told her to take off her bra and panties. She 
got up to go to the bathroom, but I stopped her and said, "No, don't go 
anywhere. I want you to take them off right here." I wasn't sure she would do 
it. The bar was crowded, but the lighting was subdued, and I'm sure the wine 
and drinks and sexual tension that had been building up all evening helped 
lower her inhibitions. Bonnie took them off, trying to be very discrete. I 
saw a few people watching what she was doing, but I just smiled at them and 
no one made a scene. Nonetheless, Bonnie was the center of their attention. 
She managed to remove her underwear without exposing too much or being too 
obvious, and handed both her bra and panties to me. I put them in my pocket.    
Looking around, she saw several people watching her and realized they knew 
what she had done. She blushed prettily. I said, "Now unbutton your dress to 
just below your breasts." 
    "But . . ." she began, looking around the room, then realized that 
arguing would be a mistake, and quickly did as I asked. She tried to be 
discrete, but she had quite an audience, and she knew it. 
    "Now let's just sit here and enjoy our drinks," I said. "You know how I 
want you to sit, don't you?" 
    "Yes, sir," she said, and leaned forward on her elbows. Her loose blouse 
fell away from her body and gaped open, exposing most of her breasts. Even 
from my vantage point, across the table from her, it was a wonderful view, 
and traffic past our booth picked up considerably. 
    When the waiter brought us our second round of drinks she remained in her 
position, and I watched him as he did a double take and stared down the front 
of her blouse at her exposed breasts. He looked up and saw me watching him. I 
smiled and wiggled my eyebrows. Realizing that I knew what he was seeing, and 
that it was all right with me, he hung around for a few minutes making small 
talk and enjoying her show. Bonnie didn't move. She just pretended she didn't 
realize that he had an unobstructed view down her blouse and could see all of 
both naked breasts. 
    After he left, I told Bonnie that she had done very well following 
directions. She replied, "Well, I did promise I would, and the last time you 
made me do this it was really embarrassing at the time, but it was a HUGE 
turn-on, too. It's still really embarrassing, but it's easier this time, 
especially if I pretend I don't know what I'm showing." 
    "I can promise the same result tonight," I replied, "as long as you keep 
doing what I tell you to do. Let's have one more drink, then we'll leave," I 
said. "Here comes our waiter. Open another button on your blouse, and keep 
sitting just like you are."  Blushing, she undid the next button, which 
opened her blouse nearly to her waist. "He'll know I'm doing it on purpose! 
He'll be able to see everything all the way down to my waist!" she said, 
without realizing our had walked up behind her just in time to hear her 
comment. 
    "Is that right?" I asked him. "How far down her blouse can you see?" 
    Bonnie looked up, startled, and realized he had heard her comment. She 
was mortified. She covered her face with her hands and said, "Oh God, he 
heard me!"  
    We all three laughed, and I said, "Well, Bonnie, now he knows you're 
giving him an intentional show, so stop covering up. Put your hands back on 
the table."
    "Me and my big mouth!" she said, resuming her original posture and again 
allowing him an unobstructed view.
    "OK, so tell us, how far down her blouse can you see?" I asked.  
    Gazing at her chest, he replied. "Well, let me see. I guess she's right; 
I can pretty much see everything all the way down to her waist -- and she 
really looks great!" 
    "Good," I said. "This sort of thing turns both of us on. Are her nipples 
sticking out?" 
    "Yeah," he replied, " they're really puckered up, and I love big 
nipples."  Bonnie didn't say anything, she just looked back and forth between 
us blushing furiously. He stayed and talked a while longer, then finally said 
he had to go, but said he hoped we would stick around for a while.  
    "Thanks, but no," I said. "we've got to get going. We have other plans 
for this evening." He invited us to come back any time, and said to be sure 
to ask for him as our waiter. 
    When we finished our drinks, I said, "Time to leave, Bonnie. As you scoot 
out of the booth, I want you to knock your purse to the floor. Then get down 
on your hands and knees and pick up your purse and whatever falls out of it." 
This was going to be tough for her. She would be exposing nearly everything. 
She took a deep breath and said, "I really have to do this, right?" I nodded. 
"Even though the whole room is going to be able to see my tits?" I nodded 
again. "OK, you asked for it! Here goes!" As she scooted out of the booth she 
left her purse on the bench and shoved it off with her hip. It made a loud 
noise when it hit the ground, spilling the contents across the floor. 
Everyone turned to look. Those who had seen her remove her underwear knew 
what was coming. Everyone was watching Bonnie. With a last glance at me and 
deep breath, she dropped to her hands and knees and began to pick up the 
various items that had spilled out. She might as well not have been wearing a 
top. Her blouse hung nearly a foot away from her chest. Almost everyone in 
the bar got a good look at her breasts swinging freely as she moved around 
the floor. Five or six male customers and I got down on the floor with her, 
ostensibly to help her pick up what she dropped, but we did more staring than 
helping. I didn't pick up a thing, but it didn't matter; no one was watching 
us anyway. She was down there a good two minutes, and as she crawled around 
facing this way and that, I'm sure everyone got a look down her blouse. I 
know everyone on the floor got a great up-close view. 
    After everything had been gathered up, she stood up and thanked her 
helpers. I took her arm, and we walked out of the bar. There were a lot of 
smiling faces as we left, and one guy sitting near us gave me a "thumbs up" 
as we passed. Bonnie was so excited and proud of herself that she almost 
skipped to the car. She made me describe over and over how much everyone 
could see and how many people had seen her breasts. The more I talked the 
more excited she became. On the way home I told her remove her blouse 
completely, and she had it off almost before the words were out of my mouth. 
Whenever we passed a big truck I would reach over and fondle her breast. 
After the first two or three, she asked me if I wanted her to pull up her 
skirt, too. I know a hint when I hear one, but I wanted to keep pushing her, 
so I went one better. As we pulled up beside the next truck I had her sitting 
with her feet on the dash and legs spread wide, playing with her pussy. When 
we were even with the cab I slowed to pace the truck and turned on the 
interior lights. She continued to masterbate, willingly and 
entheusiactically, while the trucker looked on. She was really enjoying 
herself, and I was delighted with this new-found exhibitionist streak.
    Still giddy from the experience in the bar and on the road, when we got 
home she couldn't stop talking about it. She said that it wasn't as difficult 
as she thought it would be. She said she was embarrassed, afraid, nervous, 
and excited all at once, but it was much easier this time than it was on our 
first adventure. When I asked her she said that yes, she would like to do 
something like that again soon. Little did she know, "soon" was a lot closer 
than she thought. 
    When she finally paused to take a breath, I told her to go into the 
bedroom and undress, we were going to play some more games. She was a little 
surprised; I guess she thought the evening was over. Nonetheless, she 
followed my instructions. I had already tied some soft cord to the corners of 
our king size bed. I had her lay down on the bed, and quickly tied her, nude 
and spread eagle, on the bed. 
    This was not really a first. We had experimented with light bondage a few 
times, but it was never a big part of our sex life. This time, though, she 
was in for a very big surprise. I was kissing her and running my hands over 
her body and she was getting really turned on. Then the doorbell rang. I 
quickly pulled the sheet up to her neck and went to answer the door, telling 
her I would be right back. 
    I had arranged, of course, for Frank to come over fifteen minutes after 
he saw us return home. His grin was as big as mine when I answered the door. 
I motioned him to be quiet, and led him back to our bedroom. When I walked in 
Bonnie said, "Who was . . .?" and then she saw Frank. I thought she was 
embarrassed at the bar, but her face went from red to pale, then back to red 
again as she realized our neighbor caught us playing at bondage, then 
remembered that she was naked under the sheet, then finally realized what I 
planned to do. 
    "Oh no. I can't. He's our friend! We can't do this!" 
    "Sure we can," I replied calmly. "You did it at the restaurant and you 
did it at the bar; you can do it here."
    "But those people were strangers! We never have to see them again. We 
live here! We see Frank all the time! How will I ever face him again? Every 
time I see him I'll be mortified!"
    "Well, maybe, but that doesn't change anything." I said. "I have wanted 
to show you off to Frank for a long time, and Frank has always wanted to get 
a good look at your body, but you were never willing. Now you have no choice. 
You're about to make us both happy." I began to slowly pull the sheet down. 
Bonnie was breathing hard, and her nipples were making two little tents in 
the sheet. 
    "Tom, wait. Let's talk about this!"
    "No, Bonnie, no more waiting, no more talking. I've wanted to let Frank 
see what a beautiful woman you are for a long time now. Our bet was for 
anything the winner wanted. I won, and this is what I want. I'm going to show 
you to Frank." I pulled the sheet down so that the upper slope of her breasts 
were revealed and said, "This is all you've ever been willing to let Frank 
see. Now I'm going to show him what he's been missing. Frank, take a look at 
this."  With that, I very slowly pulled the sheet down over her terrific tits 
and down to her waist, exposing her breasts to our gaze. 
"Ohmygod!Ohmygod!Ohmygod!" was all she could say, over and over again. She 
tried to pull her hands free to cover up, but all she accomplished was to 
make her tits bounce around enticingly. When she realized she couldn't cover 
up and couldn't get free, she stopped struggling. "How will I ever face him 
again?" 
    Frank and I moved up to sit on the bed, one of each side of her. He was 
telling her how great she looked and how pretty her breasts were. As I 
reached for her right breast, I said to Frank, "Go ahead. Feel how soft her 
skin is." He reached over and started to caress her left breast. "Oh my God!" 
she said again. 
    Nothing else turns her on like playing with her breasts, and she later 
told me that having two men touch her at once for the first time was the most 
incredible rush she had ever experienced. After several minutes of both of us 
touching, rubbing, and sucking on her breasts, Bonnie was really getting 
turned on. She finally said "Oh God, that feels good!" 
    I took that as my cue to move on to the next level. I said to Frank, "Her 
tits are really nice, but let me show you something truly magnificent." We 
moved to the foot of the bed and I again grabbed the sheet and slowly pulled 
it down her body. I said to Frank, "Wait 'til you see this! Bonnie has the 
cutest little pussy you've ever seen!" Bonnie was squirming again and kept 
saying, "Oh my God, I can't believe you're really going to do this!" I kept 
pulling the sheet lower and lower. Slowly her pubic hair came into view, then 
we could see the outer lips of her vagina peaking out from between her spread 
legs, and finally the sheet was off completely. 
    What a moment! There was my darling, proper, modest wife, tied to our 
bed, nude, with her legs spread wide open, with Frank standing there looking 
at her. And she couldn't move or cover up; all she could do was lie there and 
let him look. I had wanted this and fantasized about it for so long, and 
finally, here it was! I couldn't believe how turned on I was.
I reached up and spread the lips of her vagina wide open so we could see all 
the way up inside her. My hands were shaking. I had never been so excited. We 
could see Bonnie's juices running down her vagina, across her puckered little 
asshole, and making a wet spot on the sheet underneath her. 
    Frank and I were both running our hands all over her body. We were taking 
turns finger-fucking her and gently rubbing her clit. She was moaning and 
arching her back, pushing her pussy up to meet our fingers. I had three 
fingers inside her and Frank was rubbing her clit when I said, "Not only does 
she look good and feel good, she tastes wonderful, too. Go ahead and taste 
her, Frank." I guess that was all it took. As soon as I said those words she 
moaned, "Oh God yes!" and I felt the rhythmic contractions that signaled her 
first orgasm.
    She had several more over the next hour or so as we kissed, rubbed, and 
sucked her until she was panting and covered in a sheen of sweat. As she was 
about to reach what must have been her fifth or sixth climax, I said, 
"Bonnie, it's after midnight so you've paid off the bet, but I want to keep 
going. Am I still in charge?"
    OK, I admit it. I took advantage of the situation. After all, who can say 
no when they are about to come? When she said yes I said, "Frank, you heard 
her; I'm calling the shots, and I think she really needs to be fucked. Would 
you like to do the honors?" He wholeheartedly agreed and enthusiastically 
accepted. 
    "Oh my God, Tom, are you really going to let him do it to me?" Bonnie 
said, 
    "This has always been one of my favorite fantasies, Bonnie, and tonight 
it's really going to happen. Frank has finally seen you, felt you, and tasted 
you. Now he is going to fuck you while you suck my dick," I replied.
    As I moved up to the head of the bed I heard her say, "Oh my God" one 
more time. She eagerly took my cock in her mouth. Frank moved higher between 
her legs and put the head of his dick at the entrance to her vagina. As he 
slowly slid his cock inside her and I heard the familiar little "unh" that 
always comes when I first enter her. It was done. Frank was inside her. He 
began to rhythmically thrust into her and she was sucking me like a madwoman. 
She was being fucked by two men at once, and clearly loving it!  
    We took turns fucking and sucking her the rest of the night. Somewhere 
along the way she was untied and participated as enthusiastically as we did. 
I finally got to see Bonnie as the erotic, uninhibited, sexual animal I had 
always hoped she would become.
    Finally, sometime around dawn, we called it a night. Frank went home and 
Bonnie and I cuddled together and fell into a deep, satisfied sleep. The next 
morning (well, afternoon) Bonnie was very embarrassed about what we had done. 
She just couldn't believe I had really let Frank fuck her, and that I wasn't 
angry (even though it had all been my idea)! Even more, she was embarrassed 
by her behavior and that she had gotten so turned on. We talked for almost 
two hours, and had one of the most open, completely honest conversations we 
have ever had. I finally convinced her I was completely comfortable with what 
had happened and not at all jealous or angry or threatened. Once she realized 
that was honestly how I felt about it, she told me she had really enjoyed the 
experience, too (as if I couldn't tell anyway)!  And best of all, both the 
fantasy and the reality were a HUGE turn-on for her!
    Later that evening Frank came over and had a couple of beers with us. She 
was a little embarrassed at first, but he gave her a hug and thanked her for 
letting him share an incredible experience. The awkwardness disappeared very 
quickly. He assured her he didn't think any less of her because of what had 
happened. He told her that if anything was different, it was that he felt 
closer and more at ease with us than before it happened.
    Bonnie told me a couple of days later that the more she thought about it 
and got used to the idea, the more she thought she might like to do it again 
some time -- soon!  It was such a radical change from her previous modesty 
and proper attitude that I wondered if she was being entirely honest about 
her feelings. Then a week later, for my birthday, she gave me a book of six 
coupons, each one good for an evening of anything I want, "with no argument 
and no hesitation." I guess she really was being honest!

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