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 Cindi's Coupons Result in Hot Fun on a Cold Afternoon

   Timing is everything.  This time Mother Nature cooperated beautifully.
It was Super Bowl weekend.  My wife, Cindi, 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 Cindi and a couple of her
friends go shopping.  All in all, not a bad arrangement.

   For the Super Bowl I had invited my best friend, Brad.  Cindi elected to
go out to meet two of her friends at the mall.  Since that left their
husbands, Matt and Dan, with nothing to do, I invited them, too.

   The guys started arriving around three-thirty.  Cindi was meeting her
friends at five-thirty at the mall for dinner and shopping.  Well, we live
in Maryland.  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.  Cindi was
stuck at home with us four guys.

   Then the unthinkable happened: the electricity went out.  I did find a
battery-powered 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!  Cindi stayed home...  the only gal there, and the others
managed to arrive, in spite of the 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 our city.  I mentioned a local restaurant where I took
Cindi on our last outing.

   With Cindi 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 Cindi
show her tits to our waiter that night.  My story met with overwhelming
disbelief.

   I told them that one of the byproducts of that evening was Cindi's gift
to me of six "anything" coupons, redeemable upon demand.  I slipped into
the kitchen where Cindi 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 our arrangement, I have total control from the
moment she receives the coupon.  Cindi 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 way 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 Brad
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.
Cindi didn't say anything, she just sat there looking nervous.

   As the game went on, the beer flowed, and 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 restaurant, "When Cindi comes
back, notice that she will have removed her bra." When she returned with
that telltale bounce under her button-down shirt, the guys began to wonder
if I might be telling the truth.  At the end of the quarter, someone, Dan I
think, said he had an anniversary coming up and wanted to go out somewhere
nice.  Had Cindi 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," I said.

   "Everything?"

   "Yes, everything.  These are our friends.  It's OK for them to know."

   "But Tom," she argued, "it's embarrassing, and they'll think I'm a
terrible person!"

   "Cindi," 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, Cindi.  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 I had you do in the
restaurant."

   "But honey, not in front of all these people!  I just CAN'T!"

   "You are arguing again, Cindi.  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.  By then her blouse was open to her waist, but covering her
breasts.

   "Good.  Now, Cindi, 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."

   "Cindi, you have to do this.  No more hesitation.  Do it right now."

   Slowly, she pulled apart the sides of her blouse, allowing a full
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 the blouse off her
arms.  She allowed me to take it with only token resitance.  So there she
sat, topless, in front of four 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 also pleased with herself.  Cndi's
breasts point out proudly with very little sag.

   "I'm afraid you're not quite done yet, Cindi.  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," I instructed her.  "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.

   "Cindi," I said, "take off your jeans." You could tell she was
absolutely dying of embarrassment.  She said, "If I do this, you guys MUST
promise you will NEVER tell your wives...  or anyone!" One by one, each guy
promised her show would be their secret.

   Hearing their promises, Cindi 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 skimpy cover.
At that point she was totally, completely naked in front of four horny
guys.

   There was a round of spontaneous applause, and a whole series of
heartfelt compliments.  Totally embarrassed, she sat back down of the
couch, still nude.

   "No, Cindi, 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
beautiful body.  I want you to know in your heart how much an average guy
appreciates it when he gets a chance to see your feminine body."

   I continued, "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... 
and 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
beautiful body."

   She didn't say a word.  She just went over and stood in front of Matt,
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.

   Cindi walked on to stand in front of Dan.  He was less shy.  He reached
out and cupped both of her breasts, weighing them in his hands.  As she
turned, he let his hands slide over her sss, 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 Brad.  We have had Brad over a
few times when he and I made Cindi our "Queen for a Night" in some really
fun threesomes.  Brad, of course, being intimately familiar with her body,
immediately...  but gently...  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!" Matt said.  He had had his turn, but wanted Cindi
to stand in front of him again.  Cindi smiled, did a quick turn in front of
Brad, and moved to again stand in front of Matt.  This time he 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.

   "Thank you, Cindi.  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 of her legs over my leg, and Matt, catching on quickly, did
the same on the other side.  That left Cindi wide open to the gaze of Dan
and Brad...  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."

   The football game ceased to be our primary interest as Brad stepped
forward and began to lick Cindi's totally exposed clit and vagina.  She
leaned back against me and allowed herself to just enjoy what Brad was
doing.  The other two guys seemed to just watch intently, nearly oblivious
to the sound of the game on the radio.  She started to squirm, and then
moan as she climaxed on Brad's tongue.

   As soon as Brad moved away, someone suggested that Matt and I should let
Cindi rest on the floor.  No sooner had we placed her on the floor than Dan
looked at me, and then he removed his clothes.  Matt did the same.  Matt
and Dan laid down on either side of Cindi and began sucking on her breasts,
like twin babies nursing their mother.

   Cindi got into the spirit of the situation and wrapped her arms around
each of them, snugging them tightly against her as they sucked.  Not
wanting to be left out, Brad and I stripped our clothes off too.  Soon all
four of us guys were caressing some part of Cindi's nude body, and she
started to get horny again.

   It wasn't long before she was on her knees, ass-end up, and Matt was
sliding his hard dick into her pussy.  It had been a while since he had
been able to explore a new pussy, and he was taking full advantage of the
situation.  He fucked her...  right there in front of the other three of
us...  until he grunted and emptied his nuts.  That made Cindi cum big
time.

   Before the afternoon was over, Cindi got to enjoy all four of us inside
her pussy.  It proved to be an extraordinary afternoon and evening for all
of us.  Eventually, Dan and Matt braved the ice storm and went home.  Brad
spent the night.  He and I took Cindi to bed for some more play.  She
enjoyed some hot sex with both of us before we all three finally went to
sleep.

   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 Cindi and me...  and the best part is that I still have five more
coupons!