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   This Story is true; however it is not my story.  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 for which he has allowed me to write this story.  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.  It is 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.  Email address is
mikem00007@hotmail.com.  I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I have in
putting it together.  BTW, I ended up being one of the neighbors in the
story.

   My wife, Jan, and I have been married for 7 years.  We are both 28 years
old.  She is an extremely attractive natural redhead who measures 36-24-35,
with between a B and C cup, depending on the time of month, flat belly that
indents from her hip bones, a narrow waist, and when laid back has a very
prominent pubic mound.  In other words, she is a very hot dish for which I
am extremely lucky.  She comes from a very strict Catholic upbringing and
was a virgin when we got married.  Because of her upbringing she was very
prudish in her behavior, even to the point that on our wedding night she
was reluctant to let me see her naked.  She is now a changed woman because
of what happened about a year ago.

   We had been on vacation in the Carolinas and had thoroughly enjoyed a
week of frolicking at the beach.  Even at secluded beaches with no one
around I was unable to get Jan to loosen up for a little petting.  She said
that there was no way I would get her to go topless on the beach and that
our sex games would have to be restricted to the bedroom.  Near the end of
our vacation we got caught out in a summer rain and Jan ended up coming
down with a cold.  The day we were due to go home she was really suffering
from a stuffy nose so I went to the pharmacy to get some cold medicine.  I
picked up various cold products so Jan could have a comfortable ride back
North.  I gave her a couple teaspoons of Formula 44 and a couple of cold
tablets.  I wasn't worried about the warning on the labels that they could
make you drowsy since I normally drove.  What I didn't realize when I gave
her the cold tablets was that the instructions said to only take one every
12 hours.  When we started home we had about a three-hour drive before
reaching the Interstate.  It wasn't long into the ride that Jan said she
was tired and was going to lay back and rest.  Before getting on the
interstate, I stopped at a gas station for a couple of sodas.  I had
trouble waking her and when I did she sounded drunk.  However, I thought it
time to give her a couple more cold tablets, which seemed to be keeping her
breathing clear.  We had been on the interstate for about 30 minutes when I
noticed that Jan was really out of it.  I became a little concerned and
tried to wake her, but she was dead to the world.  It was then that I
decided to fulfill a fantasy of mine and see if I could expose her to the
truck traffic going up the highway.  I always traveled with a CB radio so I
figured I could hear what truckers reactions would be to seeing a little
flesh.

   It was a warm summer day and Jan was wearing one of her sundresses that
buttoned down the front.  I opened the windows and initially raised the hem
of her dress until her panties could be clearly seen.  Just exposing her
panties gave me such a hard on I thought I was going to cum in my pants.  I
then unbuttoned her top to expose her bra.  Jan still had not moved so
after a bit I decided to completely unbutton her dress which left her
laying there in bra and panties.  We traveled up the highway for a few
miles this way, slowing up as I passed trucks.  A couple remarked on the
seat cover in a four-wheeler that matched my car.  I decided to see how far
I could push this situation so I pulled off at the next rest area, far
enough away from the restroom facilities that I would not be noticed.  I
again tried to wake Jan - nothing.  I went around to the passenger side,
opened Jan's door and removed her bra and panties.  I was initially
thinking of leaving her laying out nude but was concerned she would wake up
and really bitch me out.  I put her dress back on set her sunglasses on her
face, turned her head toward me, and pulled back out on the highway.  As I
got back on the highway I heard these two truckers talking away and decided
to see if I could locate them to fulfill my fantasy.  It took me a couple
of miles to learn the identities of the trucks and soon saw them up ahead
of me.

   I reached over and unbuttoned the buttons on Jan's dress down to her
waist and enough buttons on the bottom to expose a lot of leg.  I had not
exposed her breasts, but the gap in her dress was enough so you could see
she was not wearing a bra and the opening of her dress was just below where
here pussy could be seen.  I drove slowly past the first truck I came too
and lingered long enough to give him a view of my wife.  His call sign was
Virginia Gentleman, and as I moved out I heard him tell his partner that an
interesting sight would be coming up on his left so he should be paying
attention.  He also stated that it would have been a much better sight if
there was a bit more exposure.  Before reaching the second truck, I pulled
opened the sides of her dress so that her breasts were completely exposed.
As we passed the second truck I heard him whistle and admire the set of
headlights that were staring him in the face and how really mouth watering
her nipples looked.  Well this set off the Virginia Gentleman because he
said he didn't see any tits when we went by him and it was a shame he
missed the sight.  I smiled and decided to slow down and pull in behind the
second truck, waiting for the first one to catch up.  I unzipped my pants,
took out my cock, which by now was fully erect, and wrapped Jan's hand
around it.  I waited until the first truck passed me and proceeded to
follow it, moving her hand up and down my shaft as if she was playing with
me.  As I came next to the cab of the second truck, I heard him tell his
buddy to slow down so he could have a better show.  He must have noticed
that I had a CB antenna and said that if I could hear him he would sure
appreciate it if I would unbutton the rest of her dress.  I thought about
it a couple of seconds and decided to do it.  I released Jan's hand and
reached over and unbuttoned the rest of her dress while pacing the truck.
When I finished, I pulled the dress apart so she was lying completely
naked. I still remember the sun shining in and lighting up her red bush so
it looked like it was on fire.  And her hair was so fine that with the
sunlight you could easily see where her slit began.  I was then asked to
spread her legs so he could get a good look at her goodies.  I dropped back
and pulled off the side of the road.  It took some effort, but I was
finally able to get her right knee up against the door panel and her left
knee against the center console, got back on the road and caught up to the
two trucks.

   I then crept up on each truck, giving them sufficient time to check out
my wife.  I then took her hand and put it on her pussy and proceeded to put
her finger inside her.  I was surprised to find that her pussy was moist
and the more I moved her hand back and forth, the wetter she became.  I was
then asked to spread open her pussy lips so they could see the pink inside.
I slowed back down and with her pussy wide open slowly passed both trucks
again giving them plenty of time to take in the sights.  It was at this
time that I got concerned that she might wake up from getting excited and
decided to pull back and regroup.  I rearranged Jan's dress so that it
buttoned at the waist, but with her pussy and right breast still showing,
and put her hand back on my swollen cock.  I then returned to the side of
the truck and continued moving Jan's hand up and down until I shot my load.
Once I was done, I picked up speed and pulled away from the trucks.  The
truck driver said thanks until we meet again.  After I got away from the
initial trucks, I left her exposed to the trucks the entire way up the
highway.  There were many, many appreciative truckers that day.  Jan was
still out when we got home, so I carried her in and put her to bed.  When
she woke up in the morning she had no recollection of the ride home for
which I was extremely thankful.  I knew that if she found out she would be
really, really pissed.  I just hoped I would be presented with an
opportunity like that again some time.

   I didn't understand the context of the truck driver's message about
"until we meet again" until about a week later when I received a package in
the mail with instructions to review the contents when I was alone and that
I would be contacted later.  When I did I was shocked to see that the
entire incident on the road with the first truckers had been videotaped.  I
didn't know what to do and decided to just wait until I heard from my
blackmailer.  The next couple of days I spent in agony trying to decide
what to do.  I received a second package and in this package was a series
of pictures that had been obviously made from the tape.  It not only had
pictures of my naked wife, but also had pictures of my wife leaving the
house, getting in and out of the same car I had been driving, shopping and
coming out of church.  The note said that if I didn't agree to do whatever
he told me he would release both the video and pictures to the Internet,
send copies to her parents, members of her church group, and her neighbors.
I realized that Jan would die if that happened and that my marriage might
be down the toilet.  If I agreed I was to contact him by email.  I talked
to a friend and he gave me some suggestions.  His ideas intrigued me.  The
more I thought about it the more I thought I could get my wife to forgive
me since we were really, really in love with each other and she always said
that my sex drive was going to get me in trouble one of these days.

   By now a plan had begun to form in my devious mind as I thought over
suggestions on how to turn this situation to my advantage.  I decided to
answer the blackmailer, but my answer was not what he was expecting.  I
told him that I would refuse to be blackmailed, but that together we might
be able to force my wife into becoming more like the wife I always dreamed
of having.  The first part of the plan would be to get Jan to accept her
situation and to go along with our demands, providing I was there to ensure
her safety.  He emailed me back that the deal wasn't what he expected, but
that he liked the idea and would cooperate with me to gain control over my
wife.  He said he would be capturing everything that happened from here on
out by camcorder and digital pictures.  I agreed providing that they were
for our own use and would not be let out publicly and he agreed.  The next
step was to approach my wife.

   I decided that just coming out with the whole mess would not go over
well.  So I decided to take Jan out to a nice restaurant for a good meal,
consume a couple bottles of wine, and then confess what I had done.  Wine
has always affected her in that it seemed to make her horny and much more
of a "fun" person.  When she was sufficiently loosened up from the wine I
told my story.  I could see the color drain out of her face and the anger
begin to take hold.  I didn't say anything about the packages yet, but let
her vent at me about how I could have done such a thing.  I explained how
much I loved her and had always fantasized about her being naked besides me
outdoors and having sex games.  I went on to explain that since she was
completely out of it, I didn't see the harm and I didn't think she would
ever know about it.  It took a while, but after a couple more glasses of
wine, I finally calmed her down to where she said she had not forgiven me,
but understood why I had done it.  At this point I knew I had won half the
battle, but the hardest part was yet to come.  Once we got over that part I
said that I had only told her a part of the story, but she would have to
wait until we got home to hear the rest.  She didn't understand and
persisted, but I told her that it would be a lot clearer and easier to
explain if she waited.  She finally agreed.

   When we got home I showed her the videotape and the note I had received
from the blackmailer.  She was completely beside herself.  She definitely
did not want any of the pictures or tape to be made public and asked me
what we should do.  I said we could go to the police, but then everything
would be made public.  She rejected that option at once.  She definitely
did not want the police involved.  I then suggested I email the blackmailer
and see what it was he wanted to get the tape and pictures back.  We
discussed the ramifications of what this decision might be.  She finally
said she would do almost anything necessary to keep the material private,
which was exactly the position I was hoping she would take.  I promised her
that whatever we had to do, I would be at her side.

   Armed with this, I emailed the sender of the package, who I now
considered my accomplice.  I told him what I thought would be a good first
test and where we should do it.  He agreed and said I would be receiving an
appropriate email shortly that I could show to Jan.  When it arrived, I
immediately took it to Jan to see.  It basically stated that this would be
a test to see if we were serious about keeping the pictures private.  Jan
was to select her shortest dress and on Saturday, we were to go to a
restaurant at a mall across town.  We were to sit on high-back stools at a
bench-type table overlooking the food court.  I was to email him our cell
phone numbers and he would contact us with further instructions.  He gave
us the time to be there and warned that if we failed his test we knew the
consequences.  Jan and I talked it over and decided that what was being
asked was not too bad, especially since we would be in a public place.  We
went to her closet to select a dress.  The shortest one she had was an
A-line dress with a hemline that came about 3 inches above her knees.  She
had worn this one before and didn't feel too conspicuous in it.  Bra,
panties, hose, and low heels completed the outfit.  Jan then waited
nervously for Saturday.

   Before leaving for the mall on Saturday, I suggested that Jan have a
couple glasses of wine to ease her nerves.  She agreed.  I poured a large
glass of wine, but added a couple shots of vodka.  She didn't notice the
taste difference in either glass.  By the time we reached the mall, she had
mellowed out a bit.  We got to the restaurant a little ahead of time and
got seated where we were instructed.  Since it was around noontime, we
ordered a sandwich and a glass of wine.  From where we were seated we were
a floor above and could see the entire food court below us.  Of course,
everyone below could easily see those of us seated at the window tables. 
When Jan sat down, her skirt rode another couple of inches up her legs, but
she was careful to keep her knees together so no one below could see up her
skirt.  We had just started to eat when my cell phone rang.  It was Bob
(the truck driver who was now working with me).  He asked if we were ready
and I said we were.  I passed the phone to Jan.  She listened for a couple
of seconds and passed the phone back.  She said he warned her of what would
happen if she failed to follow his directions.  I put the phone up to my
ear and nodded as if getting instructions.  I then turned to Jan told her
that she was to scoot forward on her seat, raise he skirt up a few inches
and let her knees fall open so he could see what she was wearing.  The
extra couple inches put her skirt a little more than halfway up her thighs.
She initially opened her knees a couple of inches, but I told her he wanted
them opened about a foot.  She should also keep her feet on the rung of the
stool.  She hesitated a few moments then did what he asked, continually
scanning the food court to see if anyone was watching.  I told her to drink
more of her wine and relax.  I assured her that no harm was being done so
she should act like nothing was wrong.  After about a minute I nodded into
the phone again and told Jan that she was to go to the restroom and remove
her hose and return.  She did, passing me her hose so I could put them in
my pocket.  She got back on the stool and was instructed to resume her
previous position.  As she sat there she noticed a few people looking up
and it was obvious from their pointing that they could clearly see her
panties.  I spoke into the phone, nodded my agreement and told Jan she was
to raise her skirt further up her legs and start swinging her knees open
and closed.  Her skirt was now a good foot above her knees.  In the open
position her legs spread about a foot and a half apart.  Jan tried to
ignore the fact that more people below were becoming aware of her position
and could clearly see her white panties as her legs opened.  This went on
for about 5 minutes.  I nodded into the phone again, and then told Jan she
was to go back into the restroom and remove her panties and bring them back
to me.  She said she would rather not.  I passed this information onto Bob
who told me to remind her of what would happen if she didn't.  She really
didn't want to do it, but when I said he was beginning to get really
impatient with her and wouldn't take much more of her delaying tactics, she
did.  When she returned, she sat there with her knees together while I put
her panties on the table against the window with the menu behind them so
that people in the restaurant would not see what was going on.  I spoke
into the phone to advise that she had done what he desired.  I then told
Jan she was to shift forward again, raise her skirt up to where they were
before and resume swinging her knees open and closed.  After a couple of
minutes of this I told her she was to swing her knees as wide as she could
and leave them that way while keeping her feet on the rungs of the stool.
She about died of embarrassment, but did what she was told.  By now, many
more people were looking up and Jan realized that many were aware that her
display was not accidental, having seen her wearing panties just a short
while earlier.  She was trying to carefully to keep her eyes on the table
or straight ahead, so I nodded my head as if getting further instructions
and told to look down and briefly make eye contact with those who were
staring up at her.  I then told her to reach under her skirt and tell me if
she was wet.  She was beet red as she did this and was embarrassed to admit
that she was.  I told her the last thing she was to do was put one finger
in her pussy and give it to me to suck on.  When that was done she could
close her legs and we could go home.  She looked around, let her hand drop
between her legs, quickly inserted her finger inside herself and offered
her finger to me.  I took it completely into my mouth, let her slide it
out, and then licked my lips as I inhaled her aroma.  She then quickly
closed her legs, tugged down on her skirt, and got up to leave.  In her
hurry to leave the restaurant she didn't notice that I left her panties on
the table.

   On the way home I asked how she felt.  She told me her emotions were all
screwed up.  On one hand she was totally in shock about what she had been
forced to do, but on the other she felt a certain tinge of excitement about
what had happened.  I reached under her skirt and felt that her pussy was
totally drenched, her pussy lips had pulled back to expose the opening to
her vagina and her clit stuck out like a little nub.  I took the
opportunity to begin massaging her clit.  She reclined her seat a bit and I
played with her clit until she had a huge orgasm.  As she lay there
recovering, I lifted the bottom of her skirt until she was exposed and
continued to play with her, running my fingers up and down her slit,
inserting two fingers into her while rubbing her clit with my thumb.  The
excitement she was feeling made her oblivious to the fact that we were on
the beltway, putting on a show for everyone we passed that could see into
our car.  I stopped when she had her second orgasm, but left her exposed
until she finally sat up.  She asked what I thought would happen next, to
which I replied I was sure we would find out soon enough.

   I wanted to build on the progress we had made to date so I planned the
next event to happen the next day.  The next afternoon I told Jan that I
was going out to hit a few golf balls, and would be back in about an hour.
After I left I called Bob and told him to call my wife on her cell phone.
He was to congratulate her on passing Saturday's test and this was to be
her second test.  I was sure she would protest that I was not there, but he
was to assure her she would not be leaving her property.  Meanwhile, I had
parked around the block, removed my digital camera, and hid in the bushes
surrounding our house.  When Jan got the call from Bob she was initially
frightened.  After he got her calmed down he asked what she was wearing. 
She told him she was wearing her cleaning smock, bra and panties.  He told
her to remove her smock and to go out into the back yard.  He said he was
in a position to see if she was following his directions and wanted to see
her walking around the backyard in her bra and panties.  She realized she
was at risk of being observed from some of our neighbors even though much
of our backyard is fairly well hidden.  She pointed this out to him, but he
asked if she would prefer he require her to walk out the front door and
walk around the block.  She chose the back yard.  While she was walking
around, she was instructed to remove her bra, followed shortly by her
panties.  She was then told that she really needed to get on her hands and
knees to remove the dandelions that were in the grass, making sure that all
were removed.  She was then to lie out on the lounge chair and take some
sun.  While she was doing this, I was busy snapping dozens of pictures.  I
repositioned myself so I could see the front of the house.  When Jan came
back in the house she was then directed to open the front room curtains and
to stand in the bow bay window for 5 minutes looking out into the street.
If she saw anyone coming she was not to move out of the window.  My idea
was to get her used to being naked and more so naked in places where she
might be seen.  From where I was hidden, I got some outstanding shots of my
wife in the bay window.  I especially liked the one with her feet apart and
her hands pushing her hair back over her head.  Bob told her she did good
and had successfully passed his second test.  When I got home she told me
what had happened and was relieved that none of the neighbors noticed.  I
decided that her behavior needed to be rewarded so I took her into the
local mall, let her pick out a piece of jewelry, went to an expensive
restaurant, and had a very relaxing evening.  That evening in bed she was
very appreciative.

   The next day Bob and I conversed by phone to plan our next step.  I had
a lot of things I wanted to do, but decided Jan wasn't ready for them.  We
discussed various possibilities and agreed that we didn't want to push her
too far too fast.  Our plan quickly came together and we would use the next
weekend to put it into effect.  Our idea was to get a bit more exposure in
a public place and that another run down the highway might be appropriate,
but this time with more participation from Jan.

   Bob's next email to me (for Jan to read) said that if we continued doing
as he desired he would return Jan's tape and pictures with a solemn promise
that no one would ever see them.  He went on to say that I was to treat Jan
to a nice dinner in a downtown restaurant Friday evening.  Jan was to dress
in a skirt and blouse set, but could not wear any panties or pantyhose.  He
would contact us later with more specific instructions.

   Jan was really nervous about this since, except for the previous
weekend, she never went anywhere without undergarments.  I reminded her of
the consequences and that after last Saturday how much worse could it get.
She finally agreed but said that no way was she going to do anything that
required her to get naked in the restaurant.

   When Friday arrived and we were ready to leave for dinner, I handed her
a box.  When she opened it I told her that since I knew how uncomfortable
she was wearing heels in bare feet, I bought her a pair of thigh-high hose
that would stay up without a garter belt.  She thanked me, and then tried
them on.  She asked how they looked, but I told her it was hard to tell
without seeing the whole package.  She smiled and lifted her skirt until I
could see her pubic hair.  She blushed when I told her just how hot she
looked.  I suggested going upstairs, but she laughed and said she wished we
could but we had to get to the restaurant before she got in trouble.

   As we drove into town, I had my hand up her skirt playing with her.  As
her excitement built, the skirt came higher and her legs opened up to allow
me easier access.  She said how good it felt and asked me to put a finger
in her.  She jumped when I hit her clit.  I played with her until I felt
her start to cum, and then stopped.  She pleaded with me to continue but I
said I wanted to wait until we could both enjoy the moment together.  By
now she had forgotten that she was about to be in public with nothing on
under her skirt.  And the flush of her cheeks was a clear indication that
she was sexually aroused, which is just what I had planned.

   While waiting for a table I ordered double martinis.  We had finished
our second drink and just after being seated at a table, Jan's cell phone
rang.  She answered it, told me it was Bob and handed me the phone.  I told
Jan that he complimented her on how nice she looked.  I answered into the
phone so Jan could hear me that she had not worn panties as he instructed,
but that I had bought her a pair of thigh-highs which he said was ok.  I
nodded into the phone and said that yes, she was wearing a bra, and then
told Jan she was to remove it.  When she returned from the ladies room I
could immediately tell she was now braless.  With each step she took you
could see the sway of her breasts and the movement across the fabric had
caused her nipples to visibly harden.  I couldn't tell if the flush I was
seeing was from embarrassment or excitement, because her nipples are very,
very sensitive.

   As the waiter took our order Jan looked nervously around to see if she
could spot someone watching her, but with no success.  As the waiter left,
I nodded into the phone and told Jan she was to rise up and adjust her
skirt so that her butt was directly on the seat.  She did this with some
difficulty since she didn't want to advertise to others in the restaurant
what she was doing.  I told her he said well done and that she was to put
her napkin next to her plate and lift up her skirt until the hem was
sitting in her lap, cross her ankles, and to let her legs open up.  Tears
started to show in her eyes as she complied.  As she sat there with her
knees about a foot apart, I tried to console her by saying that she wasn't
really showing anything but the tops of her legs, even though I could see
wisps of red pubic hair peeking out from under the hem of her skirt.  She
nodded her head and dried her tears.

   When the waiter brought the salad, he couldn't help but notice the
expanse of skin Jan's showing above Jan's hose.  His eyes lit up when he
looked over at me as I gave him a slight nod.  I knew we were going to get
special service the rest of the night.  Jan's eyes were on her plate, but I
finally got her to start talking to me and she appeared to be forgetting
the state of her skirt.

   I nodded into the phone and told her to unbutton her blouse.  Her eyes
pleaded with me and I began speaking into the phone.  I told her that I had
convinced him to not have her completely unbutton but would be happy with
the top two buttons.  With a big sigh of relief, she happily complied.  I
had learned earlier that if you push someone over the line, then retreat a
bit they are generally inclined to comply with the easier request.  This is
what we had done with Jan.

   Undoing the first button exposed her cleavage.  The second button was a
few inches below the bottom of her breasts and clearly showed she was
wearing no bra when sitting straight up.  When bent forward, the blouse
opened up and exposed her entire breast.  I had to adjust my pants to make
room for an enormous erection.

   I saw the waiter coming with our food.  I nodded again into the phone
and told Jan to put her elbows and hands on the table and stay that way
until after the waiter left.  As she hesitantly complied, her blouse
dropped away in front, giving the waiter a bird's eye view of her front all
the way down to her waist.  Her face was flush and she kept her eyes on her
plate.  The waiter flashed me an OK sign with his fingers as he served the
food.

   When the waiter left I spoke into the phone saying that I was sure Jan
would appreciate that and that I would pass on his instructions for the
next day and hung up.  When she asked what was going on I told her that Bob
was impressed with her willingness to comply with his wishes and as a
reward she could button up the lower button, but she was to pull the sides
of her skirt a bit higher, which would clearly exposed her pussy.  She
didn't want to do this, but finally agreed when I mentioned that with the
table cloth the way it was, the only person who would be able to see
anything would be the waiter.  When the waiter came back he almost dropped
the dessert menu as he took in Jan's position.  Jan turned all shades of
red as we put in our order.  She was required to leave her skirt as is, as
she received instructions for the next day..

   When she hung up the phone she said she was to dress in the same
sundress she had on the first day she had been exposed, no underwear, and
the next morning at 9 am we were to drive South on the interstate.  He
would contact us and give directions as to what he wanted.  The time we
picked was based on the time the sun would provide maximum side light into
the car.  Jan was also to remove all pubic hair except for a one-inch wide
stripe above, but not touching her slit.  I was also to turn my CB on so
she could hear what was being said about her as we passed other truckers.
She was also given the usual warning of what would happen if she refused.
Over the rest of dinner Jan and I discussed what was being done to her at
length.  I pointed out that except for flashing a few people, no harm was
being done and that we should continue to agree to his demands providing we
didn't have to pull the car into a secluded spot at any point along the
highway.  I also said that at any time she wanted to stop, I would support
her decision.  She thought about it for some time, but finally agreed.  I
told her I would help her get ready for tomorrow morning.

   When we got home I ran a bath for her and let her soak for about a half
hour, making sure she had a couple glasses of wine while relaxing in the
tub.  Before she got out, I lathered up her pussy and shaved it according
to the directions.  We were amazed at how young the shaving made her look.
I immediately got hard and told Jan that I would treat her to a massage and
rub down.  As you can imagine, I spent a lot of time on her pussy.  Between
eating her out and fucking, we had a fabulous time and didn't give the next
morning much thought.

   I woke up early the next morning eagerly anticipating the morning's
events.  I let Jan sleep in a bit then woke her and told her we needed to
get ready.  I fixed her breakfast and started her in on mimosas.  She drank
almost the entire bottle of Champaign without realizing it.  She showered
and I got out the sundress she had come home from the beach in.  I told her
she didn't really have to do this and I was sure we could weather the storm
that would follow.  She said no, she was all right with it, and this would
go by before we realized it.  By the time we got ready to go, Jan had a
slight buzz on from the mimosas.  I gave her a glass of wine in a go cup
with a couple shots of vodka to drink to further relax her.  I had already
filled Bob in what I wanted Jan to do and I knew we would be pushing the
envelope.  We got out on the highway heading south.  I saw Bob's truck in
the rest area as we went by and watched as he pulled out behind us.

   I slowed down slightly to let him catch up and then heard him on the CB
asking if we were ready to play.  My wife looked at me and nodded.  I
flashed my brakes and waited for his call.  I expected him to call my cell
phone, but he chose to use the CB to communicate with us, realizing
everyone in range would be able to hear what was going down.  It was still
rather early so he told me to pull into the center lane so he could come up
beside us, which I did.  He told Jan she looked really nice this morning
and told her to nod her head if she was ready to begin, which she did.  He
had her open her window, put on her sunglasses and lay her seat completely
back.  He then had her turn her head to him, smile, and slowly unbutton her
dress to her waist.  She hesitated for a few moments then began fumbling as
she started on the buttons.  When she finally got them undone he told her
to open her top until both breasts were exposed.  We heard other truckers
asking where we were located and Bob relayed our position and speed.  He
told them to speed up or slow down and he would share his treasures with
them.  Jan's face was red.  She had heard the entire conversation and
realized she would be on display for everyone we came across.  I also
sensed she was somewhat excited by being forced to expose herself because
of a change in her breathing pattern.

   He then told her to start playing with her breasts until the nipples
stood out hard.  It only took a few minutes because she gets very excited
when her nipples get manipulated.  He then had her unbutton her dress the
rest of the way and open up the sides so she was completely exposed.  This
was exactly the position she had been in a couple weeks earlier.  The then
had her pull the sides together from the waist down, slip the dress off her
arms, let her top drop down around her waist, and for her to start rubbing
her own breasts, pinching them to make the nipples stand out farther.  I
could tell from the color that was coming into her cheeks and the fact she
was breathing still faster that Jan was being turned on.  He told us to
fall in behind his truck and to follow him down the highway.

   Jan didn't understand why until he swung into the center lane and began
calling down the highway to trucks in front of him to see the sweet package
in the four-wheeler at his back door.  Jan could hear the complements she
was getting as we passed truck after truck and with the alcohol she had
taken was beginning to lose her inhibitions and to enjoy the attention. 
This went on for a few miles and he again pulled back into the right lane
and told us to come up beside him.  When we were pacing him he told Jan to
pull her dress back open and lay back as if asleep.  This went on for a
couple of minutes then he had her spread her legs for him.  Jan didn't
realize it, but she was doing what I had done to her the week before only
now it was her, not me doing it.

   After we had traveled for a few more miles he told her to pull her dress
out from underneath her and to throw it into the back seat.  She was
hesitant for a couple of seconds until Bob told her to DO IT and she did.
She was lying there totally naked, exposed to this stranger telling her
what to do.  He had her smile and wave at him while he was capturing the
entire thing on his hidden camcorder.  He had us fall in behind him again
and we went through the follow him routine again, only this time he slowed
as he passed each truck asking how they liked his little slave girl.  It
seemed like every trucker was begging him to have us pull off the road so
they could fuck her.  This embarrassed Jan even more and she kept her head
turned toward me.  Every once in a while he would tell Jan over the CB to
wave at his buddy and blow him a kiss, which she reluctantly did.  After a
few more miles he pulled back to the right and had us come along side
again. This time he had Jan start playing with herself, inserting first
one, and then two, then three fingers in her.  He then told her to start
rubbing her clit until she came.  It only took about three or four minutes
and she went into an orgasm.  Her butt came off the seat and she started
screaming that she was coming until fluid filled her hand.  I am sure Bob
was capturing her voice as well as the video.

   Bob then told her to take my cock out, kneel on the front seat with her
butt toward the window, then to give me a blowjob until I came.  I had
never come in her mouth before, but Bob insisted that he better see cum
coming out of her mouth when I was done or she would not be happy with
being put out to walk on the highway in her present state.  I was so
excited that it didn't take me any time at all before I was shooting my
load into Jan's mouth.  She didn't swallow it all, but she was a trooper in
her efforts.

   When she was finished she lay back in her seat and Bob again
congratulated her on a job well done, but there was one more thing she was
to do.  We were to drive on ahead down the road and keep him advised of the
mile markers as we went.  When we were three miles ahead of him he would
tell us to pull over.  I was to pop open the trunk.  Jan was to get her
dress from the back seat, get out of the car, go to the trunk and put her
dress in it.  She was then to bend over as if searching for something until
he passed us, at which time she could get back in the car, but without her
dress.  She initially said she wouldn't do it, but I reminded her of the
consequences and said she would only be there a maximum of two to three
minutes.  She wasn't happy about it, but she did it.  I was glad we were
not the cause for an accident because people sure took their eyes off the
road as they went by honking their horns.

   Bob went by and said we were free to return home, but with her dress in
the trunk.  She would not be allowed to get dressed until she was in our
house.  He said he would have someone watching to make sure she followed
his instructions.  I took advantage of Jan's state of mind and lack of
dress to play with her pussy all the way home.  I think she realized I was
slowing down as I passed each truck but didn't voice any objection.  When
we got home she was so excited we never made it past the entry way.  She
grabbed me and said she had to have me in her right then and right there.
She put her legs around my waist and we fucked standing up with her pushed
against the wall.  After we were finished I asked her how she felt.  She
said she was nervous at first, but that the drinks and the excitement began
to get to her and she was experiencing sensations she had never felt
before. She was feeling more alive than she had in a very long time.  I
tried to hide my smile and said I was glad she was becoming more
comfortable with the situation and that I was sure that in short order we
would be free again.  She said she thought she would take a relaxing bath
and take a nap.  I brought Jan a glass of wine to enjoy with her bath and
let her sleep for about an hour, taking pictures of her naked form as she
slept.

   During the following week our sexual activity took a significant turn
upward.  About Wednesday I mentioned this to her and she said she didn't
know why but found herself reliving her experiences of the previous
weekend. She said she was surprised, but found the episodes somewhat
exciting.  I said I didn't know about her, but the last couple days had
been really great for me.  She smiled and said maybe things will get even
better - we would just have to wait and see.  That caused me to smile.

   As the weekend rolled around I asked if she had heard from our new found
"friend".  She said no and I said that maybe things would blow over and
that perhaps we should go out Saturday evening if she wanted.  I suggested
we go out to a Mexican restaurant we liked and hit this country western
club I had heard about.  She liked the idea.  I suggested she wear the
outfit she used to square dance in.  It basically consisted of an off the
shoulder top with puffy sleeves and left a bare section between the top and
skirt.  She laughed remembering how I liked the fact that the top did not
allow her to wear a bra, and that when I spun her the skirt would flare out
to waist level.  Of course, she planned to wear the frilly panties that
went with the set.  She just didn't know what my plans were.

   On Saturday morning I suggested going to the community pool for a couple
of hours.  I fixed up a batch of pina colatas to take with us liberally
laced with vodka and rum.  In the few hours we were basking in the sun she
downed the entire batch, never realizing that I was not drinking.  Whenever
I got the chance, I would strum my fingers across her nipples, or run my
hand up her legs to lightly touch her pussy.  The more she drank, the more
brazen I became.  When I judged she was slightly tipsy I took her home. 
While sitting around the house I fixed her a couple more drinks to keep her
buzz going.  She laughed and accused me of trying to get her drunk to take
advantage of her again.  I just laughed it off and agreed that she had
found me out.  Before going out I fixed us both a martini.  She doesn't
normally like these but I told her I had bought a new gin and wanted her
opinion.  I make my martinis 6 to 1 and each glass is essentially a triple.
When we finished our drink we headed out for the restaurant.  Jan held on
to my arm and snuggled up to me as she walked.  It was obvious that all the
sexual attention and the booze were have the desired effect.  On the way to
the restaurant I pulled her against me and put my hand down her top,
playing with her breasts the entire trip.  When we got to the restaurant we
ordered my wife's favorite drink - Margaritas.  I got up to go to the
restroom and intercepted the waiter.  I told him to triple up on the
tequila in my wife's drink.  We laughed and had a great time over dinner.
She also had her second drink while sitting there.  It was about nine pm
before we left the restaurant and she was holding on my arm to keep from
falling.  I went to open my wife's door to the car.  When she turned I
began kissing her with some passion to which she immediately responded.  I
took advantage of the situation, reached under her skirt, ran my hand down
into the panty set she was wearing and began finger-fucking her until she
was on the verge of an orgasm.  When she told me I had better stop or she
would jump my bones there in the parking lot, I removed my hand from her
panties and pulled them to her knees.  She laughed and told me I was being
a naughty boy, but she stepped out of them as I went back to rubbing my
hand up and down her slit under her skirt until she was ready to cum, but
stopped again.  Even though she was in a highly excited state and was
obviously feeling the days booze, it still surprised me that she helped me
remove her panties.  At any other time I could have never gotten away with
this public display.  We broke apart and she got in the car.  As I went
around the back, I opened the trunk and threw her panties in.  By the time
we reached the club Jan was feeling no pain and forgot that I had removed
her panties earlier.  She would put her hand on my crotch and gently rub my
cock, making jokes about the work out he seemed to be getting.  Meanwhile,
I was running my hand from her knee to her pussy, keeping her on the edge
of orgasm.

   We got to the club about 10 and found an open booth near the dance
floor. I followed into the left side of the booth so we were sitting
side-by-side.  I ordered a beer for me and another margarita for Jan. 
While sitting there I lifted up the side of her dress and continued
stroking her leg and pussy.  By now her legs were wide open affording me
easy access.  I also noticed a couple tables across the dance floor that
was watching what was going on under the table.  I was not sure they could
actually see my wife's bare pussy, but it was obvious they knew what was
going on under her skirt.  I continued playing with her pussy until I
sensed she was on the verge of an orgasm and stopped, time after time.  She
began begging to go home so I could finish what I had started.  I kept
putting her off and promised her the wait would be well worth it.  After
Jan finished her drink I ordered her another and asked her out to for a
slow dance.  By now she wasn't too steady on her feet and I had to
initially hold on to her until she got her balance after which she seemed
to be okay.  On the dance floor she put both hands around my neck and
pressed her body up close, grinding against my hard cock.  Every time she
started to seriously hump me I would push her away.  As we danced I reached
my right hand under the left side of her skirt and began to caress her bare
butt.  I was beside myself with excitement.  Here I was with my prim and
proper wife playing with her bare butt in a public place.  The band started
playing a faster tune and Jan pulled away and started swaying to the music.
When she spun around the edges flared up like they always did, but this
time she was showing much more than the frilly panties she normally wore.
People on the sidelines were getting a much better show than I was so I
reached for her like we do in a jitterbug and spun her around a couple of
times myself such that I had a view of her bare pussy when it flared up.

   After the dance we returned to our booth.  Jan took a bit more of her
drink and then a guy from across the way come over, introduced himself and
asked if he could dance with my wife.  I gave my permission and they made
their way out on to the floor.  By now Jan was really blitzed.  Her speech
was slurry and she had to hang on to something or someone to stay on her
feet.  She might have thought she was still dancing with me because she put
her arms around her new partner and laid her head on his shoulder.  It was
obvious that she was also grinding her pelvis into the guy she was with and
he was holding her tight and rocking his cock back and forth across her
outthrust cunt.  The song ended before she reached orgasm and he returned
with Jan to the table.

   He said he was by himself and asked if he could join us for a bit.  I
agreed.  Jan got into the seat next to me and he proceeded to get in beside
her.  Jan was now sandwiched between us.  His boldness surprised me, but I
decided to let things play out a bit to see where they would go.  He said
he name was John and was a computer programmer in a local company.  Since I
was involved in computers myself we were engaged in shop talk when I
noticed his left hand had dropped under the table and Jan was starting to
lean up against him.  Her breathing had changed and I realized that John
probably had his hand buried in her pussy.  At least that was the way she
was acting.  I wanted to see if my suspicions were correct so I told him I
needed to hit the head and would he mind watching over my wife while I was
gone.  He said no problem so I departed the table and headed for the
restroom.

   As soon as I was out of sight I circled around the bar to the other side
of the dance floor where I could watch my table unobserved.  As I
suspected, John had taken advantage of the situation.  From where I stood,
I could see that he had raised the front of her skirt to where he could
look down and see my wife's pussy and he had his fingers buried into her
slit while Jan was humping his hand.  I watched for a couple of minutes
then made my way back to the table.  When he saw me coming, he dropped
Jan's skirt and brought his hands back to the top of the table as if
nothing had happened.  I could see Jan was squirming in her seat.  I said
that given her condition it would probably be a good time to take her home.
John asked if he could have one last dance and I figured what the hell and
agreed.  He helped her back out onto the floor for the next slow dance. 
Jan again put her arms around his neck and snuggled back up to him.  It
only took me a few seconds to realize that this time he had lifted the
front of her dress and was busy finger-fucking her while she ground against
him.  Suddenly Jan stood straight up and the look on her face told me she
was having an tremendous orgasm right there on the floor.  The song soon
ended and John asked if I needed help putting her in the car.  I accepted
his help and together we got her in her seat.  As you can imagine, her
skirt rose up a number of times as she got in the car and when she was
finally buckled into her seat, her seat belt had pulled the bottom of her
skirt up so she was more than slightly exposed.  I adjusted her seat back
so it lay completely back which caused the seat belt to raise the skirt to
her waist.  I left her that way while I thanked John for his help.  While
he stared at her exposed position I explained that I was training my wife
to be my slave and she was in the initial stages of training.  I told him I
had seen what he had done on the dance floor and would he mind if I got a
picture of him with his tongue in her pussy.  We quickly unbuckled the seat
belt, removed her skirt, and turned her so her feet were spread outside the
door.  While I put her skirt in the trunk and took out my camera, John had
gotten down in front of her and began lapping up her juices.  I snapped
picture after picture of him eating out my wife until she grabbed his head
and reached another orgasm.  We laid her back on the seat and buckled her
in, naked from the waist on down.  John gave me his card with his phone
number and email address and said he hoped we would come out again another
time and offered to participate in her training.  I promised we probably
would and would see him then.  Jan was just laid back in her seat during
all this, completely out, but with a contented smile on her face.

   Jan woke up the next morning with a tremendous headache.  I asked if she
had a good time last night and she said she vaguely remembered most of it,
even the part of me playing with her under the table until she reached an
orgasm.  I thought about it for a moment and decided to tell her the truth.
I told her about John joining us, me going to the bathroom and finding John
playing with her.  I further told her that I was going to make an issue of
it, but that she had told me she was really enjoying herself and thanked me
for her having a good time.  I even went on to tell her about being on the
dance floor with John with the front of her skirt pulled up until she had
what looked to be a fantastic orgasm.  I didn't tell her about what
happened in the parking lot.  She blushed and asked if I was all right with
what she did and I said sure, as long as she got enjoyment out of it, so
did I.  She looked at me closely to see if I really meant it.  I told her I
was completely happy with the fact that some other man had caused her to
reach a climax, and that I actually found myself excited watching her
enjoyment.  I went on to say that as long as I was with her, I had no
problem with anything she wanted to do.  Her eyes misted up and she told me
how much she really loved me, would never do anything to hurt me, and
really wanted me to be happy with her.

   Sunday we spent in the back yard sunning ourselves.  I brought cocoa
butter over and said I would massage her if she would like.  It wasn't too
long and I had her bathing suit completely off and in the process had a
very passionate bout of sex there in the grass.  I just wish I had had my
camera when I got the idea to go in and get it while she was lying there
nude.  When I came back out and she saw what I had, she started to object.
I told her that she was so sexy laying there that I would really like to
take some pictures of her and that they would be only for me.  She finally
relented and allowed me to pose her in some very erotic positions.  One of
my favorites is her lying back with her feet against her butt and knees
spread wide.  She was leaning up on her elbows, but the thing I remember
most is the way her hair trailed over her breasts and that her pussy lips
had spread and the entrance to her cunt had opened to a degree you could
clearly see about three inches into her vagina.  The sight turned me on so
much I couldn't help but bury my tongue in her and lapped at her juices
until she came again.  I was very pleased with the way my wife's attitude
toward sex and sexual activities were beginning to change.

   On Tuesday I received another package in the mail.  It was from Bob.  He
had taken the tape he had first made and combined it with the film he had
shot the week before.  With his editing it looked like Jan was in control
of the whole situation and would never convince anyone she had been
sleeping and that she was unaware she had been stripped and exposed.  The
note said he was sure we would like this version better as well as all her
friends and family.  When Jan replayed the tape she realized how deeply
trapped she was and started to shake with tears.  It took over an hour for
me to calm her down enough to read the note with the tape.  The note with
the package said that the next Saturday we were to go to shopping at the
mall.  She was to wear a short straight line skirt, a silk blouse, no bra,
panties or hose except thigh highs, and had to visit at least three shoe
stores.  At each store she had to try on three pairs of shoes.  More if she
wanted.  I could go with her for the first two stores, but the third she
had to do on her own.  She was to make sure that she exposed herself to
whoever waited on her.  He would have someone watching.

   As Saturday approached, Jan began getting nervous.  She said she didn't
know if she could do this.  She said it was different when there were all
sorts of space between her and others, and that the last weekend didn't
count because she was too drunk to realize what was happening.  But this
time the guy would be up close and personal.  I told her not to worry and
to go with the flow.  She might surprise herself and find she was enjoying
the fact that some guys are going to have a bulge in the pants that will
make it difficult for them to walk upright.  I reinforced the fact that I
would be there to watch out for her and that if at any time she was asked
to do something she absolutely couldn't do, we would tell Bob to pound sand
and live with the consequences.  I said we could always move and start a
new life somewhere else.  My words must have allayed her fears because she
seemed to settle out a bit.  I said that Bob wanted her pussy free of hair
and I would volunteer to do it.  She said that since the hair was gone, so
was the urine smell that seemed to linger after she had to pee.  I laid her
back on the bed and proceeded to remove the stubble that had grown back as
well as the one inch stripe.  When I had finished her pussy looked like a
pre-teens.  I complemented her on how really sexy she looked.

   On Saturday, we went through Jan's closet looking for a skirt that would
meet the requirements laid out.  We finally settled on one she had not worn
in a few years because it came just over the top of the thigh highs and she
thought it too short.  I told her it would be perfect.  Jan put on some
lipstick and perfume and followed me out the door.  We got to the mall
around noon.  This time I did not provide any alcohol.  I wanted her fully
aware of what was going on.  Jan was very aware of how vulnerable she was
dressed and hoped she would not run into anyone she knew.  She was
continually tugging at the hem of the skirt and the blouse accentuated the
fact she was wearing no bra.  The blouse was a button down V-neck where the
first button began at the center of her breasts.  As we walked to the first
shoe store I commented that she was a real knock out with her nipples
sticking out in that silk blouse.  She reminded me of how sensitive her
nipples were and that the silk rubbing back and forth were sending shivers
down to her loins and back up.  I pinched one and found that it was hard as
a rock.  She said she didn't have to touch herself to know that she was
wet.

   We went into the first store, which only had one other customer.  A
salesman approached and asked if he could be of some assistance.  I said
that my wife was looking for something in black heels, gave him her size,
and pointed to a bench for my wife to sit.  The first thing I noticed when
she sat down was that the skirt rose up three to four more inches to just
below her pussy, with what seemed a very large expanse of skin between the
top of her stockings and bottom of her skirt.  I got up and walked in front
of her and saw that anyone in front of her could look up her skirt and see
bare skin.  She tried to keep her knees together, but the bench that the
salesman would sit in positioned her feet on either side.  The salesman
returned with three boxes, sat down on his bench and put the shoe boxes
next to him.  He then looked up and I could see his eyes widen a bit. 
Without missing a stroke, he reached into the first box and removed a shoe.
He put his hand on Jan's calf, raised her foot up and removed her sandal.
He then started to put the shoe on Jan's left foot, moving her leg back and
forth to get the heel in.  Both Jan and I realized he was spreading her
knee much more than he needed to as he fit the shoe to her foot.  He put
her foot down in such a way that her legs were now open about eight inches.
He then did the same to the other foot and at one time had spread her knees
a good foot and a half.  One of the other salesmen noticed what was going
on and took up a position where he had a good view of Jan's slit.  Jan
stood up, walked around, commented on well they looked and said she would
like to try the second pair.  By now I had gotten up and went to stand
beside the other salesman.  When Jan sat, her salesman proceeded to remove
her shoes in such a way that his arms kept Jan from closing her legs.  I
commented to the other salesman that it was quite a view, to which he
readily agreed.  I told him I was trying to teach her not to be so prudish.
I told him she needed to have a pair to wear with a mini dress she was
going to receive.  He smiled and suggested when she tried on the next pair
she should stand in front of the mirror and raise her skirt up a bit so she
could see what they would look like with more leg showing.  As she was
looking at the third pair of shoes in the mirror I told her that the
salesman suggested raising her skirt so she could get the full effect of
the shoes with a shorter skirt.  She nodded ok and began raising the skirt
from the hips.  She raised it a couple of inches, but I told her that I
thought her dress would probably be higher and to raise it a couple more
inches.  When the dress was just below her pussy slit I asked what she
thought.  What she didn't realize was that the tilt of the mirror gave a
perfect view of her entire pussy, well above the pubic hair I had removed.
I told her to drop her skirt and that we should look at a couple more
stores before making a decision.  As she went back to her seat I whispered
in her ear that as the salesman was removing her shoes, absent mindedly let
her knees fall wide open, which would be a thank you gift for helping you.
When she did that I noticed that her pussy lips were turning as red as the
flush in her cheeks and the slit was starting to spread open, a clear sign
that Jan was excited.

   We went through the same routine at the second store.  But by this time
Jan's slit was open about a half inch and clearly wet from the juices
coming out of her pussy.  Her clit had popped out from under its hood and
stood out, begging for attention.  I could see her squeezing her legs
together as we headed for the third store.  The last store was slightly
different in that rather than the seats facing the side of the store, they
faced out into the mall.  I told Jan that she would really make me happy if
she could make sure I could see her pussy from my seat in the mall.  This,
of course, meant that everyone walking by the store while she was there was
treated to the sight of my wife's naked, wide-open pussy.  She bought the
last pair she tried on and we exited the mall.

   When we got home I asked what had happened in the mall.  She was first
nervous, but by the end she was a true exhibitionist.  She chucked and said
that when she initially sat down she felt completely vulnerable.  With the
skirt up as high as it was she would be on display and unable to control
what was happening.  As soon as the salesman sat in front of her, his
expression told her he realized her condition and the bulge that developed
in his pants was clearly visible.  She initially tried to ignore the
situation, but as she allowed her legs to be opened she began to realize
she really was in control and could permit or not permit him to see her. 
She said she knew that when I had her stand in front of the slanted mirror
that everything must be clearly in view and the knowledge she had three
horny men lusting after her sent shivers to her pussy.  By the time she
reached the third store she was enjoying the shocked expression of many of
the people who stopped to admire the view she was providing.  She finished
by saying she was so excited she had seriously considered taking me into
the restroom for some fast and furious sex.

   On the way home she laid the seat back, raised up the front of her skirt
and began running her fingers up and down her love canal, applying circular
pressure on her clit.  She said that I had my fun and that it was now her
turn.  After she had her orgasm she begged me to continue rubbing her clit
because she wanted me in her as soon as we got home.  I happily complied.
To my way of thinking, the shopping trip had been a complete success.

   On Wednesday a package arrived from Bob.  Jan opened the package.  In it
was a black mini dress with a front zipper I had spotted at the mall the
previous weekend and a pair of black lace panties that had three snaps to
hold the front and back together at the crotch.  He said he wanted her to
save the outfit for another day and went on to say that he wanted us to go
to a movie the next Saturday evening.  He said he wanted her dressed in a
black miniskirt that was at least eight inches above her knees.  She was
free to wear bra and panties of her choice.  If we were agreeable I should
email him back and he would give us the location of the movie house and
time.  Since I had already sent an email to Bob, I knew what would be in
this note.  I showed it to Jan and asked if she was still willing.  She was
again a little hesitant, but said that as long as I was with her she would
agree.  I told her I would send our agreement, but that we would have to go
shopping.  I also sent an email to John, told him what was going down and
invited him to join us.  He happily agreed and asked if he could bring a
friend with him.  I agreed.

   That evening we went down to the mall to buy Jan a mini that met the
stated requirements.  Most of the ones Jan selected were too long.  Since
she is a size 8 I suggested we try in the youth section.  There we found a
wide selection.  I had her try on a few I was interested in.  The one I
finally settled on was a frilly type that came about 4 inches below her
butt.  She thought it was a bit too short, but I finally convinced her it
was what was required.  I also noticed a couple outfits that showed promise
and decided to come back later and purchase them without Jan's knowledge.
One was a really nice scoop neck black mini dress with a hidden zipper down
the back, and a really short gingham outfit that young teens were wearing
now.  It was designed to ride below the hips with a v cut in the front that
looked like it stopped just above the pubic hair line and a matching puffy
sleeve loose fitting halter top that was designed to wear off the
shoulders. What I especially liked about the top was that if Jan were to
lean forward, the top would fall away giving a spectacular view of her
upper body area.

   The note we received back from Bob told us to be at a certain movie
theater by 6 pm on Saturday.  We were to sit in the third row from the back
and in the center of the aisle.  I emailed John and told him where we would
be.  I started Jan drinking in the middle of the afternoon.  By the time we
were ready to leave for the theater she had downed about a bottle and a
half of wine and a couple bourbon and cokes.  She wasn't drunk, but she
definitely showed the signs that I recognized as "feeling friendly".  When
we got to the movie theater we found that they were showing an X-Rated
film.

   Jan commented that she had never seen a porno film so this should be a
new experience.  If only she knew how true this would be.  When we entered,
the show had already started.  While taking our seats I noticed there were
about 20 or so guys and one other couple.  I saw John and another guy in
the next aisle over.  As we watched the movie Jan commented she had heard
about these kinds of films in college, but had never seen one.  I told her
to sit back, relax, and watch the show.  A few minutes later my cell phone
rang.  It was Bob.  I told Jan who it was and she was to lay back, keep her
eyes closed until told other wise and just do what she was told.  If she
was willing to do that I was to tell him ok.  She nodded and I said ok.

   A few minutes later Bob came over and sat on the other side of Jan.  He
was a handsome man in a rugged sort of way somewhere in his mid thirties.
He told Jan how really nice she looked and how much he looked forward to
this evening.  The first thing he did was to take a black silk cloth from
his jacket and asked if she minded being blindfolded.  After she agreed, he
tied the cloth over her eyes.  He asked her if she was afraid to which she
answered yes.  He told her to relax and that nothing would happen to her
that she did not wish to have happen.  She would be in complete control He
asked her if she understood and did she wish to continue.  She said she
understood, but although she did not really want to continue, she would. 
He then told her to relax and open her legs as wide as she could.

   When she did this, her skirt raised up to expose her white panties.  He
put his hand on her knee, which caused her to jump.  He told her to relax
and started making lazy circles with his hand on the inside of her right
leg and told me to do the same with her left.  Blindfolded, she was hearing
the moans of the girl on the screen and feeling two hands on her legs
making increasing large circles up the inside of her legs.  I could feel
the goose bumps our travels were causing and the increased breathing each
time we got close to her panties.  He asked if what we were doing felt good
and did she want us to continue, to which she said yes.  Bob finally
reached her panties and drew his finger across her slit and asked if that
also felt good.  She again jumped when his hand made contact with the wet
spot that was clearly visible on her panties, but she didn't answer.  He
ran his hand up and down her slit and again asked if it felt good.  This
time she nodded yes.  My hand running up her slit and across her clit
followed this.  She started to close her legs to trap our hands at her
pussy, but Bob stopped her and had her drape her legs across ours.

   He asked again if she wanted us to continue and she again said yes.  Our
hands retreated back down her legs and began all over again.  We kept this
routine up for about 10 minutes and watched dampness spread across her
panties.  Jan's breathing began to get ragged and her fluids flowed much
more freely.  Jan was on a sexual high.  Bob put his finger under the
elastic at the leg and began tapping on her clit until Jan let out a low
moan.  I didn't need to feel the wetness of her panties, because by now
they were almost transparent from the fluids running out of her.  We
returned to the leg/pussy routing until Jan began rising up each time we
approached her pussy trying to make stronger contact with our fingers.  By
now her panties had been pushed up into her slit completely exposing her
very swollen red pussy lips.  I reached up and pulled her panties up,
thereby increasing the pressure on her clit.  She moaned again.

   Bob asked Jan if she was still enjoying the sensation and did she want
us to continue.  She said yes, and then added...  please.  He told Jan that
if she wanted us to continue that she had to remove her panties to allow us
better access to her.  Without hesitation, Jan closed her legs, lifted her
butt, raised the hem of her skirt to her waist, put her thumbs on either
side of her panties and drew them down to her knees.  Bob told her to
continue until they were off and to hand them to him.  When she did, Bob
draped them over the back of the seat in front of her like a white flag to
signify her surrender.  I looked over at John and motioned for him to come
join us.  John sat on Bob's right and his friend slid into the row of seats
behind Jan.

   She was told to put her legs back over ours and the circles on her inner
thighs began again.  Only this time when we got to the top of her legs we
were directly attacking her wet pussy.  We spent a lot of time teasing her
by almost touching her, then began running our fingers in and out of her
very wet hole.  When I began rubbing her clit, Bob began playing with her
asshole.  He wet his finger with her juices and used the slickness to gain
access.  He only went in to the first knuckle, but the effect was
immediately evident.  She reached to push my hand harder against her clit
but Bob grabbed her hands and told her to leave then on the arms and not
remove them unless told to.  She started begging us to touch her harder and
started moaning loud enough to catch the attention from some of the other
guys nearby.  As I continued to play with her clit, Bob told her that if
she wanted us to continue she would have to remove her blouse and bra. 
With only a second hesitation, she sat up and removed both items, then
leaned back again.  Like with the panties, Bob draped the blouse and bra
across the seats in front of us.  A few guys, having heard Jan were
attracted by the sight of the white clothing that seemed to glow in the
reflection of the light from the screen.  It was like moths drawn to a
flame.  Little by little, we had an audience of four guys in the row in
front of us watching what was going on, and a few in the row behind us.  We
returned to running our hands from knees to pussy, when Bob motioned to
John's friend that he was to reach over and start playing with Jan's
breasts.  I motioned that he was to also spend time pinching her nipples
until they stood straight out.  With all three of us attacking Jan's body,
she was squirming all over the place.

   Bob then told her that he was going to ask one final time if she wanted
us to continue and that if she did she was committed to doing whatever she
was told, to which she replied, "Ohhh yesss, please doooo".

   Bob told her to reach down, unzip her skirt and release the catch on
top. She reached to her side, undid the skirt, lifted up, slid her skirt
off her and let it drop to the floor.  Bob retrieved her skirt and handed
it to me.  He removed her blindfold and told her to open her eyes so she
could see the attention she had drawn.  She was shocked to see she was
surrounded by guys and initially froze up.  I whispered to her that I was
there and reminded her of her commitment and Bob's promise that nothing was
going to happen she didn't want to happen.  She nodded.  She was now
sitting completely nude surrounded by a dozen or so men in the middle of a
movie theater watching a girl on the screen in the throes of an orgasm from
the guy buried between her legs.

   Bob then got down on the floor in front of Jan.  He told her he was
going to do to her what she was seeing on the screen until she exploded in
his mouth.  John took Bob's seat.  John and I began massaging her breasts
and started sucking on her nipples while Bob feasted on her.  The effect
his tongue had on Jan was immediate.  Her butt rose up off the seat to meet
his tongue and she began to moan as her climax began building.  Just as she
was about to come I leaned over to kiss her and stifle the scream I knew
would follow.  When he was finished he told John to take his place.  When
they had switched positions, he told Jan to unzip our pants and take out
our cocks.  John's friend resumed playing with her breasts.  Then as the
John began licking Jan's clit she begins jerking us off.  She had a hard
time keeping up a rhythm on us because of the sensations she was feeling
from the tongue lashing she was getting between her legs and the attacks on
her nipples.  When we both shot our loads, we were replaced by one of the
other guys in front and John's friend.  She began stroking the other two
guys while John continued to eat her out.  She finally came again, then
finished off the guys on either side.  I asked her if she had had enough or
did she want to continue.  She said she needed to feel me inside her so I
turned her around with her back to the screen and sat her down on my cock
that come to life again.  The guys that had been left out reached around
and played with her breasts while she rocked back and forth on my cock.  We
came about the same time with explosive orgasms.  She fell forward against
me while Bob told the guys to get lost.  He told Jan she had done a
fantastic job and that he hoped she had as much fun as we did.  He told Jan
to get dressed and disappeared.  She put her bra and blouse on, but we
couldn't find her panties.  I believe one of the guys took them as a
souvenir.  She put her skirt back on and we left the theater with my cum
running down her legs.

   When we got home I fixed Jan a strong drink and told her how proud I was
of her performance this evening.  She asked if I thought she was a
shameless slut and I began reassuring her that nothing could be farther
than the truth.  I said I was proud to have a wife that was so gorgeous
that no one could resist her.  And that what she had just done was about
the most exciting thing I had ever seen in my life.  I asked her how she
felt and she said completely drained.  That the orgasms she had experienced
seemed to come from her inner core and that she had never experienced
anything close to that before in her life.  We began stroking each other as
we talked and gently make love to each other.  I knew then I would
eventually have the wife I had always dreamed of having.

   Sunday I surprised Jan with a new thong like bikini I had bought her. 
She thought it might be a bit skimpy, especially since the string in back
disappeared between her butt cheeks, but I told her that I bought it to
highlight the fantastic figure she had.  She put it on and admitted it did
give her a sexy look.  She put a cover up on and we headed to the beach.  I
had packed a picnic lunch and had a cooler full of wine coolers, some of
which I had doctored up with vodka before recapping.  I knew exactly where
I wanted to take her.  The spot I had selected was somewhat secluded, but
also had a number of people who liked to stroll along the beach.  We laid
out our towels and began drinking our coolers.  I had Jan lay face down and
I proceeded rubbing her down with sunscreen.  I untied the back of her top
and gave her another cooler to drink.  The combination of sun and coolers
had its effect and Jan fell asleep.  She had been asleep about ten minutes
before I got her to turn over.  While still asleep, I untied the string
around her neck and removed her top.  I positioned her legs so they were
open a couple of feet, then proceeded to pull the top of her suit up until
the string in the back exited the top of her pussy.  Except for the small
section of suit above her pussy, she lay there completely exposed from top
to bottom.  I then got out my camera and began snapping pictures.  She lay
there for a while when I noticed a couple of college aged guys running up
the beach in our directions.  As they were passing us, one of the guys
pointed out my wife and they stopped.  They came over for a closer look.  I
put my finger to my lips and asked if they enjoyed the view.  They took a
seat on ether side of my wife while I explained that I was trying to loosen
up my wife by putting her in situations she would not normally do by
herself.  I asked if they would be willing to help me take some pictures
while she was sleeping to which they agreed.  I took a few pictures with
them on either side of my wife as if they were chatting her up.  Then one
of the guys suggested untying the bows and laying the top of the suit on
the sand between her legs.  The sight of the suit seemed out of place so we
arranged a towel to cover the suit thereby making it look like she had no
suit at all.  I then took a picture of one guy between Jan's legs with his
tongue almost in her exposed pussy.  I also got some pictures of the other
guy with his cock on Jan's lips while the first guy licked one breast while
squeezing the other.  I thanked them for their help then got Jan's suit
back on her.  When she woke up she said she was tired and would like to go
home, which we did.  While she was napping, I uploaded all my pictures to
my computer and sent a copy to Bob.

   On Monday, Bob sent me an email with a bunch of jpg attachments.  The
images were of Jan at the movie theater.  Bob said he had a friend of his
with a high-speed camera that volunteered to take pictures for him.  They
were fantastic and captured the action perfectly.  I thanked him for the
photos and together planned the next step in our strategy.

   On Tuesday, I told Jan to meet me at the mall for a surprise.  When we
met, I told her that I was so proud of the way she had held up under the
strain and had conducted herself over the past few weeks, especially at the
theater, that I wanted to treat her to another piece of jewelry.  I told
her to pick out any necklace she wanted, just keep it under $1000 dollars.
She was so excited she was like a kid in a candy store.  It took her about
an hour to select the one she wanted.  I told the salesperson she would
wear it, paid for it, and left for supper.  Throughout dinner I told her I
could not believe the change I was seeing in her and how pleased and
excited I was with the transformation.  I told her I didn't know what was
going to happen over the next few weeks, but I was there to support her,
what ever lay ahead.  She said that what had happened over the past weeks
had been eye opening, but that if I was ready for the future, so was she. I
smiled and asked her what she was wearing under her dress.  She laughed and
said just panties.  I asked her to reach under her dress and give me her
panties.  She looked around, saw no one paying attention to us, and then
proceeded to reach her hand up under her skirt and with a great deal of
difficulty remove her panties and hand them to me.  I put them to my face,
took a deep breath, commented on how fantastic they smelled, and put them
in my pocket.  This was a major victory for me.  Prior to Bob, she would
never have done what she just did.  I told her I loved her and we went
home.

   On Wednesday I received an email from Bob.  I showed it to Jan.  She was
to wear the black mini dress and black lace panties he had sent earlier and
for us to meet him at a named restaurant the next weekend.

   That Saturday I started the evening with cocktails at the house.  I
fixed some snacks and a martini for both of us and we sat there and
chatted. I told her it was so obvious she had been turned on by the
experiences the previous weeks I was curious how she was thinking about it
now.  She said it was the lust she saw in the eyes of everyone that really
got to her.  That they wanted her bad was evident from the bulges in their
pants and the thought of the effect she was having on them fueled her
emotions.  I kissed her fingers and told her I was the luckiest guy in the
world to have a girl like her.

   As the time to get ready arrived, Jan went into the bedroom to get
ready. When she came out I couldn't help but give her a wolf whistle.  The
dress fit her like a glove.  It came about three inches below her butt and
with her hair in a French twist she was an absolute knock out.  The
necklace I bought for her completed her outfit.  I asked her to show me the
panties and she raised the dress to her waist to give me a good look.  She
was definitely a tasty dish.

   On the way to the restaurant I began running my hand up her leg and
across her panties.  I continued playing until she was on the edge of an
orgasm then backed off.  She wanted me to continue, but I told her
anticipation was half the fun.  Bob was already at the restaurant when we
arrived.  He had selected a four person table part ways toward the back. 
He held the chair out for Jan to sit.  What appeared to be a gentlemanly
gesture hid the fact that he wanted Jan facing the front of the restaurant.
During dinner he was witty and seemed to be charming Jan.  She appeared to
be relaxing and enjoying his company.  With our dinner we had two bottles
of wine.  Of course, between Bob and me, we kept Jan's glass filled.  By
the time dinner was over, she had consumed over a bottle.  Bob already knew
the effect wine had on her and as we started our third bottle, Jan was back
in her "feeling friendly" mood.  Bob suddenly switched the subject and
asked how Jan had enjoyed the movie.  She said that surprising enough she
had a good time.  He asked if she would like to do something like that
again and she said yes.  Bob said he would give it some thought and see if
he could come up with something a bit more interesting.  Bob put his hand
on Jan's left knee.  He asked if she had enjoyed his hand on her leg during
the movie.  She said not at first, but then yes.  He asked if she would
like us to do it again.  She looked at me and I nodded.  He said if she
wanted us to start she had to move her knees where we would have easier
access, at which time she spread her legs wide open.  She forgot about how
short her dress was and when she opened her legs her dress rode up to the
top of her lap.  Anyone who could see under the table would appreciate the
picture of black panties against almost alabaster skin.  We both started
the leg routine we had practiced at the movies.  I could tell every time
Bob's hand reached her pussy because of her intake of breath.  I didn't
know exactly how much pressure he was applying to her pussy when he reached
it, but I kept mine light enough for her to feel it but not get the
pleasure I knew she wanted.  Her cheeks got red and her breathing
quickened. We slowed down to let her come back off the edge.  We also
noticed a few tables enjoying the show that was going on.  Bob asked Jan if
she realized that people could see what we were doing, to which she
answered yes.  He then asked that knowing that, did she want us to
continue. She again said yes.

   We had a little more wine, and started again.  When I reached the top
this time I found that the center snap had been undone which allowed us
some access to her pussy.  Now when we reached the top of her legs we would
take the time to insert a finger into her wide open hole.  A few moments
later, Bob had unsnapped the one on his side, which caused her panties to
slide over to the side giving an open view of her bare pussy.  When I
reached the top next time I unsnapped the remaining one and the front of
her panties popped up, exposing her entire pussy and shaved pubic area.  A
sharp intake of breath told me that Bob had started on her clit.  Bob had
her lift up so he could raise the bottom of her dress to her waist.  Bob
asked if we should stop and Jan shook her head no.  He then told her that
if we were to continue she had to remove her panties and give them to him,
which she did.  We went back to playing with her legs and bare pussy until
she was at the edge again, then we stopped.  The show she was putting on
now was much better than before because her dress was at her waist and she
was naked from the waist to her feet and was a fantastic display for anyone
looking, and from what I could see, everyone was looking.  I told Jan she
must have a dozen people looking at her bare pussy, and she just said, "Let
them look".  We were ready for the next part of the evening.  Bob told Jan
to lower her dress and we were ready to go.

   Bob rode in the front seat with us.  I didn't know it at the time but
his associate had been taking pictures and followed us to the club.  By the
time we got to the dance club, Jan was feeling in an extremely high state
of excitement.  All the way there, Bob was playing with her leg and giving
her pussy a lot of attention.  Every time I thought she was going to cum
Bob backed off.  We definitely got everyone's attention when we walked in
and took our seat in a semi-circular booth a couple tables off the dance
floor.  I ordered a margarita for Jan and Bob and I ordered a beer.  When
the band started up, Jan and I went out for a slow dance.  When Jan put her
hands around my neck, the dress raised up to about an inch above the bottom
of her ass cheeks.  People who noticed didn't know if she was naked
underneath or was simply wearing a thong.  When we returned we put Jan in
between us, had her open her legs again, and we continued our attack on her
legs and pussy.

   Bob asked if she was enjoying herself to which she replied she would be
enjoying herself much better if we would quit teasing her and make her cum.
Bob told her to be patient and told her to raise the zipper on her dress a
couple of inches so he could have easier access to her ass while dancing.
She did as she was asked and the next slow dance Bob asked her to dance. 
As they made their way around the dance floor, I could see that Bob had
raised the back of Jan's dress and had his hands on her fully exposed
cheeks.  By now there was no question.  Jan was wearing no panties.  Jan
was on cloud nine and I would have bet she would do what ever we asked so
long as she could get sexual release.  They returned to the booth and I
noticed that the zipper on Jan's dressed had been raised a few notches. 
You still couldn't see her pussy, but the opening wasn't too far below.  I
took Jan out on the floor next and while dancing asked her to raise her
zipper another few notches.  When I put my hands on her ass, the front had
flared out and was open enough to barely show the bottom of her slit. 
While the fast dances played, we played with Jan.

   By now she had started begging for release.  She said she would do
anything we wanted, but Bob told her again to be patient.  He told her to
raise her zipper another couple of inches.  It was Bob's turn to dance with
Jan.  Her zipper was up enough in the front now that her slit was exposed
as she walked.  While on the dance floor, Bob had her raise the zipper
another few inches.  If she had pubic hair it would now be on display.  Her
entire pussy was exposed.  He reached down and began playing with her pussy
on the floor, but still would not let her climax.  Before returning to the
booth, Bob lowered her zipper and helped Jan into the booth.

   After he was seated he asked if she really meant she would do anything
if we would give her an orgasm.  Without blinking an eye she said that
whatever we wanted she would do, but to please hurry.  She was ready for
release.  Bob then said he was going to fuck her there at the club and if
she had any problems with that she had better speak up now.  Without even
looking my way she said she had no problems.  Bob took her by the hand and
led her out of the booth, leaving me sitting at the booth.  They walked to
the back and entered the men's room.  Later she told me they had entered
the handicap stall.  Bob told Jan to strip and get down on her knees, which
she did.  He released his cock from his pants and pulled Jan's head into
his lap.  After a few minutes, he pulled out, told her to bend over and
hold on to the railing, and mounted her from the rear.  Just as she was
about to cum, he pulled out, turned her around, lifted her and reinserted
his cock with her back against the door.  He told her if she wanted to cum
she had better start moving up and down his cock.  It didn't take Jan 30
seconds before she went into an orgasm that seemed to last minutes.  When
they returned, Jan had a glazed look in her eyes and her zipper had not
been pulled down and Bob's semen was clearly visible on her inner thighs.
Jan never questioned the fact she had just been fucked in a public place by
someone other than myself but rather lost herself in the lust of the
moment. When Bob got up to hit the head, I could see other guys approach
him to see if they could join the party, but he politely refused with a
promise of maybe another time.  When he returned he had a wet paper towel.
We proceeded to clean Jan up, raised the zipper to waist level and then
began the leg/pussy routine all over again.  When Jan was sufficiently
excited, Bob pulled her zipper down and said it was time to leave.

   We exited the club and when we got to the car Bob turned Jan toward him
and unzipped Jan's dress from bottom to top.  He slid the dress off her so
she was standing naked in the parking lot.  He then bent her over and
entered her from the rear while telling her to take me in her mouth and
bring me off.  He said if she didn't do so in the next three minutes we
would take her naked into the club and offer her to the highest bidder. 
She met the time limit.  Fully sated, we put Jan into the front seat with
her clothes in the back.  Bob said she had been fantastic and only had a
few more things to do.  Before we drove off, Bob told Jan that for the next
four weeks she was to only wear skirts or dresses and was not allowed to
wear panties, bra or hose other than thigh highs.  He would have people
watching her and when he called her on her cell phone, if she was standing
up she was to lift her hem to her waist to show she was naked.  If she was
sitting, she would lift her skirt and spread her knees.  She would also
wear loose fitting blouses that would balloon open whenever she bent over
allowing her breasts to be seen.  He said he also had something he wanted
her to do the next day, but that he would call in the morning with
instructions.  I drove home and helped Jan into bed where she slept soundly
until the next morning.  Everything that had happened in the club had been
captured on film.

   The next morning, after she had a couple bloody marys, Jan said that if
anyone had told her a month ago she would be doing what she had done the
night before she would have thought them crazy.  I told her I was going to
stop Bob from fucking her, but she was so into what was happening to her I
wanted to let her continue with what appeared to be a fantastic experience
for her.  I emphasized that everything that was done the night before was
to make her feel special.  I further told her I loved her more now than I
had ever in the past.  About an hour later Bob called with instructions.

   We left the house about noon and headed for a bike path that crossed
over the beltway.  Jan was again dressed in her button-down sundress.  We
pulled in to a small park that was adjacent to the highway.  Jan was
concerned that what she was about to do could get her arrested, but I
assured her that if she was seen we would be able to get away before any
police car could arrive.  Based on the instructions Bob gave her, I took my
camera and walked across the pedestrian bridge until I reached the other
side of the six lane highway.  When I was in position I waved to Jan and
began taking pictures as soon as she exited the car.  After looking around
and seeing no one in sight, she faced me and began unbuttoning her dress
until it was completely open.  She then removed it and put it back into the
car.  She looked around again, and then began walking across the bridge
toward me until she was directly over the center lane of the outer beltway.
She moved to the fence facing the oncoming traffic and stood there like a
deer caught in the headlights.  After I shouted to her she began waving to
the oncoming cars then made her way to the inner loop where she repeated
waving at the oncoming traffic.  As she started back toward the car, two
bicyclists came around the bend heading for the bridge.  They stopped at
the entrance of the bridge when they saw her.  Jan initially tried covering
herself up, but soon realized how ridiculous she was, dropped her arms,
smiled and made her way back to the car, with me snapping pictures the
entire way.  On the way home Jan make a joke about the shocked expression
on the riders faces when they realized she was naked and we laughed about
it all the way home.  Jan had slipped her dress back on, but hadn't
bothered buttoning it up.

   Over the next week Bob was true to his word.  On Monday he sent me a
complete set of pictures from the club.  Over the next week he took every
opportunity to expose Jan in as many different places as he could.  He
caught her at the grocery store, at the fountain in the center of town,
walking down the street, on the bus, the metro, and once as we crossed the
street coming out of church (fortunately everyone was walking in the same
direction we were).  I must have received at least 30 pictures of Jan with
her skirt above her waist or her legs spread wide open.  In each shot her
pussy was clearly visible.  Jan seemed to accept the fact that being naked
in public was no big thing.

   We were entering our sixth week when another package arrived for Jan. 
In this one was the gingham outfit I had picked out weeks before.  The note
with it said that he had a special day and evening planned for us on Friday
and that she should wear the outfit he sent.  He thought a picnic in the
park would be nice and since she enjoyed the movies so much she should plan
on seeing another that night.  The package also included a nearly
transparent pair of thong panties.  A bra would not be required.

   I come home early Friday to help Jan get ready.  Our plan was to make
Jan look like a single, barely legal teenager looking for excitement.  Jan
tried on the outfit.  I couldn't believe how sexy she looked in it.  There
couldn't have been a foot of material from when the v shape dropped down in
the front and the skirt ended.  The back of the skirt barely covered her
butt.  The top just begged for someone to slip their hands down the front
to feel her breasts.  I had thought about having her navel pierced, but
then changed my mind.  To complete the outfit, Jan was to wear her hair in
pigtails, no makeup, chewing gum, and her pussy should be completely clean
of any pubic hair.

   We packed a picnic lunch that included a few large bottles of wine,
selected a large blanket to sit on and started out for the park.  Jan said
she felt kind of silly in the outfit.  I told her she looked so young I
felt like I was taking my daughter out for the day.  She laughed and called
me a dirty old man.  We arrived at the park and sat at a park bench near
the central fountain.  People walking by gave her the once over which made
her very self conscious of her outfit.  I told her if she really wanted to
set them off she should pull one of her knees up to her chest and see the
reaction then.  She laughed and tried it without showing anything but a lot
of leg.  I took the opportunity to take a few pictures of her in pre-teen
like poses.  When she bent over, the view was fantastic - a lot of butt
with a wisp of white at the apex of her legs.  When Bob arrived, we set up
on a grassy knoll overlooking the fountain in the center of the park.  He
was very pleased with how Jan looked.  We all took a seat on the blanket
facing the fountain with Jan in between the two of us.  As Bob poured the
wine, I leaned behind her and began massaging her shoulders.  She rocked
her head back and forth in appreciation of how good it felt.  While I was
doing that, Bob told Jan to sit forward with her arms around her knees and
to let her feet spread apart.  She quickly realized that in this position
she presented a perfect up skirt photo opportunity of thighs and panty. 
While she and Bob talked, I moved in front to take a few more pictures, one
of which was of her leaning against Bob with his arm around her neck and
hand in her blouse.  As we were eating and drinking our wine, Bob commented
on the fact that we seemed to be drawing a lot of attention from the male
population as they strolled by, some more than once.  After a few glasses
of wine, Bob suggested it would be much more interesting to see the
reactions if Jan was not wearing panties.  She looked around and when she
felt no one was looking, removed her panties, and then resumed her
position. Not only were the passersby more attentive, some took out cameras
to snap their own pictures.  Jan started to object, but Bob said that no
one would recognize her the way she was dressed so she should forget it. 
By the time we were half way through the second bottle (Jan had finished
most of the first one by herself) she was feeling giddy.  She asked if I
wanted more pictures in her present stage of undress.  For the next half
hour we strolled around the park with Jan showing off her body in very
suggestive poses that left nothing to the imagination.  We returned to the
blanket.  Jan had a couple more glasses of wine then mentioned she was a
bit sleepy.  Bob told her to lay back and take a nap if she wanted.  She
lies out on her side and falls to sleep.

   When we were sure she was out, we raised the back of her skirt so her
butt and hip were showing and found a seat in front of the fountain where
we could watch the show.  It wasn't too long before men started walking
directly by our blanket, stopping for a few moments to stare at Jan's
perfectly shaped features.  We then noticed a group of three guys had taken
spots a short ways away to sit and watch.  About ten minutes later, Jan
shifted position and rolled over on her back with her right leg slightly
bent over the other, leaving only her right hip exposed.  We continued to
watch as one of the guys ambled over to the blanket and sat beside her.  I
was about to rejoin her, but Bob held me back to see what would happen
next. We watched as he initially put his hand on her knee, and when he got
no reaction, slowly rocked Jan's knee to the right until it was laid out on
the ground.  He called his friends over and they took up positions at the
foot of the blanket where you could easily see Jan's pussy under her skirt.
While I am taking pictures of everything that is happening, I see the first
guy nod to one of his buddies and slowly raise the hem of her skirt to her
waist, completely exposing her to everyone there.  It was at this point
that we decided to wander back over to the blanket.  The guys start to get
up, but Bob waved them back down.  He explains that Jan is his niece from
Iowa and he is showing her the city sights.  He also says she has had a bit
too much wine, then reaches over and shakes Jan until she wakes up.  She is
initially confused by the group that is there but seems to be unaware of
her exposure.  She starts to raise up, but Bob puts his hand on her chest
to keep her down.  It takes a few moments for her to regain her composure
as introductions are made.  After taking a group picture Bob suggests
hiking a ways up the trail to a picturesque place he knows.  She looks to
me for guidance and once I nod my head she finally agrees.  As she starts
to get up she sees the condition of her skirt and gives me a little knowing
smile.

   After about 200 or 300 yards up the trail Bob tells Jan to remove her
top.  I take a picture of her with the four guys around her.  The guys are
not sure what to do about the situation so Bob tells them that Jan's breast
are her natural assets and if they wanted to check out their firmness, they
should help themselves.  Jan puts her arms around the shoulders of two of
the guys and few minutes are spent with the three of them fondling her
breasts before continuing up the trail.  We continue this way for about a
quarter mile until we arrive at a secluded glen by the side of a pond.  We
spread our blanket and everyone takes a seat around the edge.  Jan is
sitting on her knees when Bob suggests that everyone sit Indian style. 
This, of course, not only exposes Jan's pussy, but causes it to gap open.
With the sun shining on it, everyone can see the juices seeping out.  Jan
is trying not to be embarrassed, but is only partially successful.  Bob
says that Jan likes to be naked outdoors and would anyone mind if she
removed her skirt.  Of course no one does.  Bob tells her to stand and
remove her skirt, which she does.  Standing there in the sunlight she is a
pure vision of delight.  He then has Jan lie down spread eagled.  Bob says
there are only two rules for what happens next.  The first is that no one
is to even consider fucking her.  The second is that no one does anything
that Jan does not agree to.  Once that is settled he blindfolds her and he
and I sit on each of her arms.  Suddenly, three pairs of hands are all over
her body.  They are eagerly sucking her nipples and trading off lapping the
juices from her wide open cunt.  As this continues, Jan starts moaning and
wraps her legs around the guy's head buried between her legs, pulling him
harder into her.  She suddenly drops her feet to the ground, pushes her
butt into the air and starts screaming, "yessss....yessss, right
there....yesssss".

   We released her arms and remove the blindfold.  Bob told Jan that if she
enjoyed that it was only fair that she reciprocate.  He gives Jan the
option of giving each of them a blow job or letting them cum on her.  She
chooses the latter.  One by one the guys drop their pants, kneel next to
her and begin jerking off.  Then without warning, Jan reaches out to grab
the two on either side of her and finishes what they started.  Covered in
sperm, Jan announces she needs to wash off and invites everyone to join
her. We all eagerly strip and jump in the water.  The next hour finds us
acting like kids at a birthday party, splashing, dunking, and of course,
taking every opportunity to feel Jan up under the water.  After a bit, we
all get out and lay in the grass until dry.  Bob announces that the show is
over, hands Jan her panties, and tells her to get dressed.  The day is
still young and we don't want to be late for the movies.

   The movie theater selected was in the suburbs and was another X-rated
film.  This time we could go in to the theater together, but once inside I
was to hang back until Jan was seated in the first row.  She would see Bob
in the second row and she was to sit directly in front of him.  I would sit
a few seats off to the side.  The movie had started about 15 minutes before
we arrived.

   I asked her if she was ready for the evening.  She nodded, but was a
little nervous about having to go down the aisle alone.  I told her not to
worry.  I would be watching her progress from the other aisle and would
only be a short ways away.  I asked if she wanted a drink.  At first she
said no, and then changed her mind.  So I opened what was left of the wine
and she downed the rest of the bottle.  She was back in her "feeling
friendly" mood.  I reached between her legs and found her panties were
already wet.  I told her I didn't know what Bob had in mind but to just
relax and go with the flow.  She hugged my arm and said ok.

   I forgot how young Jan looked but when she was asked for her ID to get
in the movie I was quickly reminded.  I gave her a quick kiss and waited
until she started down the left aisle to enter the theater on the right. 
There were a few more people in the theater this time ranging from about
the fourth row on up to the back.  She was the only female there. 
Everyone's head turned as they watched Jan walk down the aisle and take up
a position in the front.  I could see Bob's head and watched as Jan sat in
the seat directly in front of him.  At first nothing seemed to be
happening, but then I saw Bob lean forward and Jan nod her head.  She
slumped down in her seat and leaned her head back against the seat.  I then
saw her raise her arm and drop her hand into her blouse.  I moved a couple
seats closer.  Others in the theater took this as a signal that they should
be moving closer to the front.  Meanwhile, Jan is watching the movie and
playing with her nipples.  A few guys moved into the row that Bob was in
and a couple more moved into the front row to the left of Jan and me.  She
doesn't seem to notice the activity around her as she concentrated on
playing with her nipples.  Bob leaned forward and I see Jan move her hands
under her skirt and she begins rubbing up and down, More guys are moving to
the front of the theater as the sounds she is making matches those coming
off the screen.  Bob leans forward and Jan sits up and removes her blouse
and again leans back.  This was my cue to move next to her.

   As I took my seat she looked over at me and smiled.  She dropped her
hands to the arms of the seat and allowed me start playing with her breast.
She was soon joined by a stranger in the seat on her left.  She nodded to
him and he leaned over and began sucking on her left breast.  Jan's
breathing picked up and she began making low purring sounds as she
continued grabbing as her crotch.  Bob leaned over and told her to insert
her hand into her panties and continue to play with herself.  This caused
an increase in her breathing and a low series of moans to escape her lips.
I looked around and saw the seats around us filling up.  Guys were also
taking up positions on the floor in front of us leaning against the stage.
Bob leaned forward and I heard him ask Jan for her panties.  In response,
she raised her hips, lifted her skirt, slid her panties off and passed them
to Bob.  She laid her legs over my leg and the leg of the guy on her left
and resumed rubbing herself.  Just as she was about to cum, Bob told her to
stop.  I reached over and covered her pussy with my hand, but without much
pressure.  Jan was trying to push into my hand and begging me to take her
over the top.  Bob leaned forward and asked Jan to give him her skirt.  She
scooted forward, unzipped the back, and slowly slid the skirt off her legs.
I passed the skirt back and returned to her breast while running my hand up
her thigh.  Jan put her legs back over ours.  The guy on her left took this
as a signal to do the same, only where I stopped short, he continued on up
until he had inserted a finger into her pussy.  As he continued pumping a
finger in and out of her, I started running my fingers across her clit.  I
asked her if she wanted her orgasm.  She moaned yes so I pointed to one of
the guys in front and waved him over.  I asked if he thought he was up to
the task of eating her out and without further ado he knelt in front of her
and began a first class job of licking and sucking her clit until she went
over the edge.

   By now I had taken my cock out.  I waved the guy in front back and told
Jan to get up, face the screen, and put me inside her.  Once inside she
began to fuck me in earnest, allowing the guys around her to run their
hands over her body.  After we both came she leaned back on me and remained
a plaything to the men around us, which kept her excited.  At an
appropriate time Bob reached over, gave Jan her top and skirt and told her
to get dressed.

   We helped Jan back on with her skirt and top and let her cool down.  She
had not retrieved her panties so as she sat there the cum ran down her
legs. Bob announced that the show was over and we made our way up the
aisle. Bob asked if she had enjoyed herself.  She said much more than the
last time.  It was still early so he asked if we would like to hit a couple
more spots.  We agreed and allowed Jan to visit the restroom to clean up
before leaving the theater.

   The first stop was to an adult store that sold books and various toys.
We wandered around the store.  Bob asked if she saw anything that caught
her interest.  She was non-committal so Bob picked up a dildo and vibrator
he thought she might enjoy.  It was about 10:30 when we got to this place
that was really jumping.  Again, Jan got carded before they would let her
in.  The wine she had drunk earlier had worn off.  While we were standing
at the bar waiting for a drink, I casually reached under her skirt and
began playing with her bare pussy again.  She purred and leaned into my
hand as I inserted a finger.  Bob saw what I was doing and said there would
be plenty of time for that as soon as he found us a table.

   A four-person table way in the back finally came open and we were
seated. Jan had drunk a margarita while standing at the bar so we ordered
her another one to go with it.  All of the music being played was kind of
fast so we decided to just sit and drink.  Bob put his hand on Jan's leg
and without thinking she swung her knee over to him.  Taking Bob's lead I
reached under the table for Jan and soon had her knee up against me.  We
then began teasing Jan.  Initially, the closest we came to touching her
pussy was her pussy lips.  We avoided her clit and her soon wide-open slit.
Our hands went up over the top of her slit and once in a while just quickly
touched her clit.  After about 20 minutes of this Jan was begging us to
quit teasing and to put our fingers into her.  I ran my hand up and down
her slit once then pulled away.  Bob did the same.  She was dripping wet.
Bob then reached into his pocket and withdrew the vibrator he had just
purchased.  With all the noise around us, the sound of the vibrator when he
turned it on was not noticed.  He eased it up and inserted it into her
pussy and closed her legs around it.  She came instantly.  He kept it in
there and soon she was having a second one.  He removed it and asked her
how she liked it.  She said it was fantastic so Bob gave it to her for
future use.  Jan was on her third drink when the announcer said it was time
for the amateur strip tease show.  I handed Jan her panties and told her to
put them on.  We were going to enter her into the contest and we expected
her to win.  The winner was usually a girl who completely stripped and put
on a show for everyone.  Bob told her what he wanted her to do and took her
to the front table to sign her up.  She again had to show her ID.

   Jan was the third contestant.  The first girl had gotten up, did a
little bump and grind, stripped to her bra and panties then quit.  The
second girl was more inventive and finally completely stripped before
getting off stage.  Jan was the hit of the show.  First, she looked too
young to be there.  Second, although her dance routine was nothing to shake
a stick at, the crowd went wild when they saw her shaved pussy.  They
started throwing money on the stage when she reached down and started
masturbating.  She ended the show by humping the pole in the center of the
stage until she had another orgasm.  The fourth girl said she couldn't top
that and didn't perform.  For her efforts, Jan won $300 and another 50 plus
dollars from what was thrown on the stage.  After that we decided to call
it a night.  By now Bob was becoming a regular part of our sex life.  Jan
was still not to wear any panties and for the next weekend he had a real
neat idea that would not involve sex.  By Monday I got a copy of the
pictures taken Friday Night.  I wanted to show them to Jan, but decided to
wait for another time.  Up to now she was not aware she was being
photographed.  I didn't want to spoil it now.

   At dinner Tuesday Jan and I had a very serious discussion.  She was back
at the point that she was concerned I was thinking less of her because of
her activities.  I stressed the fact that if anything I was more in love
with her now than anytime in our relationship.  She was surprised when I
told her that the girl I was really disappointed in was the stuck up,
catholic prude I had married.  I explained that I knew she was shy and
naïve about sex when we got married, but I thought she would grow out of
it. I explained that what I now had was a sexually exciting woman who
occupied my thoughts every hour.  I now see a girl who is beginning to
achieve a sexual freedom enjoyed by most males.  I told her how excited I
got when I saw the effect she had on other men, knowing that they could
only dream of having her unless I said otherwise, but I had the real deal.
The smile on her face was radiant.  I finished by saying that sex was
supposed to be fun, something she seemed to be having over the past few
weeks.  I asked her how her dress-lifting episodes were going.  She
explained how the first couple of days turned her face crimson because she
usually got the call when she was around a lot of men.  But soon she
started to get amused by the shocked expressions she would see and the
embarrassment wore off.  I asked her if she would like to have fun with me
tomorrow.  I told her about this story I had read on the internet about a
girl and her boyfriend on a train.  I asked her to come up to my office
around noon and we would go shopping for a couple of outfits I would like
for her to have and to take a ride on the metro with me.  I wouldn't tell
her what I had in mind, just that I thought she was now in a frame of mind
where she might get a kick out of it.  She said that if that was what I
wanted she would be there.  I was going to tell her to shave all the hair
off her pussy, but by now it had become a daily shower routing.

   The next day, promptly at 11, Jan showed up at my office.  We went to a
mall a couple stops away on the metro.  We went from store to store until
we found what I wanted at The Gap.  I was amused about the store's name as
it was so appropriate for what I wanted to do - show Jan's gap.  For
today's adventure I selected a mid-thigh pleated school girl skirt with a
very loose fitting v-neck button down blouse.  It was the type of blouse
that when bent over gave a totally unrestricted view of a girl's breasts
all the way down to her waist.  While we were there I also selected a
straight-lined micro-mini dress that zippered down the back.  I told her to
try on the skirt and blouse outfit, no bra or panties.  It was perfect.  A
pair of dark glasses completed the outfit.  I then explained my plan to
her. Since we were way before the rush hour the trains only had a few
riders and by selecting the last car we would generally find the target I
would be looking for.  The idea was that she would take the last seat at
the back of the train, kick off her heels and turn sideways in her seat
with her knees drawn up and skirt tucked in under her.  It was just the
pose that would attract attention without giving anything away.  With her
sunglasses on she would lean her head back against the window.  And when I
gave her the sign she would let her head tilt as if asleep and let the
rocking of the train slowly dislodge one leg so it fell to the floor in
front of her.  Given the shortness of the skirt and the bent position of
her knee, the skirt should ride up and her entire pelvic area would become
exposed.  I would take it from there.  She just had to remain "asleep". 
She thought the idea delicious and could hardly wait to put it into action.
She kept the skirt and blouse set on and we went back to my office to drop
off her packages.  The next stop - the metro.

   We caught the blue line that would give us about a 45-minute ride to the
other part of the city.  We boarded the last car and Jan took the last seat
in the back.  I took the seat in front of her.  She got in position and the
train moved out.  It only took a couple stops for a person to board that
took the seat directly across from Jan.  He looked to be in his fifties. 
He looked over at Jan for a few seconds then began reading his paper.  I
was hoping he would be on the train for a few stops and I cleared my
throat, which was the signal for Jan to fall asleep.  I had turned in my
seat with my arm over the back admiring the cut of Jan's exposed legs.  The
guy across tried not to notice, but I could see him stealing glances from
time to time.  Jan did even better than I expected.  On one particular
curve, she let her outer knee swing over until it made contact with the
back of my seat.  This caused an exposure much greater than I expected with
her leg on the floor.  In that position the skirt slid up to her waist,
leaving her totally exposed and her slit opened about a quarter inch.  I
loudly inhaled which caused the guy to look over.  He had a much better
view than I and he was completely mesmerized.  I changed my seat to be in
front of him so I could enjoy the better view.  I commented to him about
how tasty the girl looked.  He dropped the paper in his lap to hide the
erection that had popped up.  I suggested we wake her up, but he said why
ruin a good thing.  I commented on the fact that she really looked out of
it.  I shifted back to my original seat and quietly tried to awaken her by
calling, "miss!" Of course, she didn't respond.  I then told the guy I
wondered just how out of it she was, so I reached over the seat and put my
hand on her knee.  No response.  I lifted the hem of her skirt so the whole
thing dropped back around her waist.  Again, no response.  I then reached
for the top button of her blouse and loosened it.  The other guy was
initially opposed to this, but quieted down when I loosened the second,
then third.  The train eased into the next station, but no one got on.  I
took the opportunity when the train started out to loosen the button on the
skirt and pull the front of the blouse out from the skirt.  I then finished
loosening the buttons and spread the blouse wide open.  Jan was now
complete exposed and I could see from her pussy opening the moisture
beginning to show.

   I touched her breast and Jan let out a moan.  The guy was petrified she
would wake up and begin yelling rape, but when nothing happened he quieted
down.  I then reached down and put my hand over her cunt and gently pressed
my middle finger into the opening that was spreading wider.  Jan responded
with another moan and moved her hand to cover mine.  She squeezed her knees
together then released them.  This time her leg dropped to the floor.  I
gently removed my hand from under hers and pulled the skirt up above her
waist.  I then placed my hand over Jan's, push her finger into her pussy
and started moving her hand back and forth.  Her other hand I put on her
breast.  I then suggested we move up to the center of the train and watch
from there.  I offered the opinion that she would wake up in that condition
and think she had done it herself.  We of course could always testify to
that affect if ever questioned.  As we left I whispered she was free to get
herself off, wake up when her orgasm began, then realize where she was and
begin a rapid recovery.  It happened just that way and when she sat up she
looked at us in a coy way.  We both smiled.  The guy got off a few stops
later and I went back to sit with Jan.  She commented on how much fun she
had and said it was a shame we didn't have pictures to remember it by.  I
told her that was a great idea and that maybe another time we could
recreate it on film.  We reached the end of the line and started back.  We
pulled it off one more time on the way back.  When we got back to my
office, Jan said she was totally excited and locked my door.  Disregarding
the fact that the next office building was less than 100 feet away and that
my blinds were open, Jan stood in the window and got undressed.  She pushed
me in my chair and eased herself down on my cock with her back to me, but
facing the window.  The fact that no less than five offices noticed her
activities spurred her on.  When she finished she got dressed and said she
would see me for dinner.

   Bob called on Thursday and said we were on for the next night.  He
explained that a friend of his owned a bar and had come up with a unique
idea for generating business.  He called it naked waitress night.  The idea
was he had a couple girls come in on Friday nights, get naked, and would
draw and serve beers to their customers.  Their customers were not supposed
to manhandle the girls, but the older ones seemed to get a grope or two in
during the evening.  He thought this would be a good experience for Jan,
besides it paid $50 an hour plus tips.  I decided not to tell Jan about the
plan until we got to the bar.  When we did arrive at the bar, she saw the
naked waitress announcement and asked what that was all about.  I then
proceeded to explain her role for the remainder of the evening.  The place
was packed and the cheers went up when Jan stripped next to the bar.  The
owner showed her how to draw a beer and said she was to take orders and
deliver them to the tables in the bar.  She was free to be as friendly as
she would like, but that sex in the bar was not an option.  He said the
friendlier she got, the bigger the tips.  Well for the next four hours, Jan
and the other girl working with her were kept hopping.  Jan seemed to be
the favorite because she did not object when the guys touched her breasts
or ran their hands between their legs.  Once in a while she was invited to
sit on someone's lap that seemed to turn the both of them on.

   By 11 pm Jan was visibly tired and I decided to call it quits.  I had
taken many, many pictures during the evening to add to my growing
collection.  Everyone wanted her to stay, but we declined, collected our
stuff and departed.  Jan counted up the money she had and was amazed by the
amount.  She had received $200 for the four hours she had worked, but had
over $800 in tips.  The bills she received ranged from ones to fifties. 
She was so pleased with herself she couldn't stop grinning the entire way
home.  I told her I was so turned on by what she had done to the guys at
the bar that I had to have her right there.  We stopped at an overlook. 
Jan got out of the car, laid back over the hood of the car, put her feet up
on my shoulders and we satisfied our desires.  I told Jan to wait right
there and went into the back seat to get my camera.  I took pictures of Jan
laid back with her skirt up and my cum running out onto the car.  I then
had her do a strip for me, finally standing by the side of the road waving
at cars as they went by.  Laughing, we got in the car and went home before
someone decided to call the police.

   Bob called early the next morning and talked to Jan.  He told her we
were to meet him at a nearby metro stop.  We were going to tour the city
and all she needed to wear was her coat and sandals.  He had already told
me to make sure I had an empty memory card because I was going to get many
photo ops.  On the train into the Capital he positioned her in the seat at
the entrance facing into the car.  We sat in the seats opposite.  Every
time one of us opened our legs, she was to do the same and leave them open
until we closed ours.  We gave her a book to read so it wouldn't be too
obvious she was doing it deliberately.  At least a hundred people got to
look up her coat.  It wasn't obvious she had nothing on under the coat, but
it was obvious she was not wearing any panties.  I took a number of photos
and I noticed others in the train taking photos as well.  I expect we will
see some of those end up on the internet one of these days.  Once downtown,
we hit all the tourist spots.  I ended up with over two hundred shots of
Jan at places like the Lincoln Memorial, in front of the White House, the
Washington Memorial, inside the Smithsonian and Hershorn Art Gallery.  The
shots I liked the best were the ones Bob took of us fucking on the mall
with the Capital Building in the background.  Before leaving us, Bob said
he had an idea he thought would really be fun.  I knew what was planned,
but Jan was left in the dark to guess what would be in store for her.

   We didn't have sex all week.  Jan's sex drive had kicked into overdrive
and she had wanted it three to four times a week.  However, I wanted her to
be really horny by the time the weekend arrived.  Bob called on Thursday
and said we were to meet him at 5pm at the same restaurant in the mall
where Jan had first been required to show herself.  He said he wanted her
in something really sexy and really short.  I remembered the micro-mini I
had purchased for her that zipped down the back and said I was sure it
would fit the bill.  Jan commented that wearing that dress was like wearing
no skirt at all since it only came to the bottom of her ass cheeks and
might have been slightly below her pussy.  I laughed and said given
everything she had been required to do over the past eight weeks I was sure
she would do fine.  I said I wanted to be there about an hour early and
suggested she stop in the store for another pair of shoes.  This time, when
she sat down the dress had no chance of staying down and her pussy was on
display the entire time she was being fitted.  As we made our way around
the mall, everyone's eyes were on her.  Our trips up and down the
escalators created quite a stir.  As the time to go to the restaurant
approached, I began running my hand up and down Jan's back as we walked,
occasionally running my hands across her butt.  Each time I ran my hand
over her butt I would ease the zipper up a notch.  By the time we got to
the restaurant, a small portion of her butt crack was on display.  Bob had
selected stools in the same general area we were before only this time when
Jan sat down the zipper inched up again and people behind us could see a
small portion of Jan's exposed butt.  We ordered wine and a sandwich. 
While sitting there we each took a leg and began the routine Jan had become
so familiar with.  We knew that it wouldn't be too long and she would be
begging for relief.  Our efforts did not go unnoticed by people below us.
At one table was a group of college-aged boys who obviously was enjoying
the show we were putting on.  Randomly, Bob and I would travel the distance
between her inner knee to her pussy, making sure we covered her slit from
bottom to top, each time giving her clit a little tap.  Jan said we had
better stop or she was going to jump our bones right there in the
restaurant.  We decided she was ready for the next part of the evening.

   Without bothering to zip down her dress, we made our way out the mall.
By the time we reached the car, we had opened her dress to the middle of
her back, leaving her exposed from above the waist on down.  At the car, I
took out a blindfold and put it over her eyes.  I then unzipped the dress
the rest of the way and took it off her.  I put her in the front seat of
the car and laid the seat back.  Bob got in the back behind my seat.  We
drove around the beltway for a while with me playing with her legs and
pussy and Bob reaching over from the back to tease her nipples until they
stood out.  He then told Jan she was going to feel a pinching sensation,
but that it would soon subside.  He then attached nipple clamps on each
breast with a small chain that went between them.  She initially cried out
in pain, but soon came to accept the pressure they were applying.  Without
Jan knowing it, we arrived at our house.  It was just starting to get dark
as we took Jan out of the front seat and guided her in the front door and
into the downstairs guest room.  We laid her on one of the twin beds and
had her stretch out her arms.  Bob and I, using sections of nylon rope I
had prepared and tied her hands to corners of the headboard.  We said we
were going to play a game called "I wonder who's eating her now".  We
slipped off her heels, draped her feet off the sides of the bed and secured
her ankles to the sideboards.  She was now bound and helpless.  We removed
the nipple clamps and heard Jan's moan as the blood made its way back into
her swollen nipples.  As Jan explained it later, she was shocked when she
felt a mouth on each breast and suddenly one on each leg.  When she asked
what was going on, I told her I had invited a couple of neighbors and
friends in to make the game more interesting, but she would never know who
they were.  They were sworn to secrecy.  If they broke their word, I would
let their wife know what they had done and show them the video I was making
of this.  She then felt the bed shift and a fifth mouth start licking at
her pussy.  I explained that each of us had picked a number from one to
five.  We would each take turns by number eating her pussy and after each
of us had a turn, one of us would return and continue her oral stimulation.

   I asked her if she wanted to play and she agreed.  I then told her that
at each rotation we would mix up the order.  Only when she got the number
right would she be allowed to have an orgasm.  We each took turns according
to our number, lapping away at her hole up to her clit.  Each of us was to
take her to the edge of orgasm, but stop when I signaled them.  We wanted
this game to stretch out and prolong her pleasure/agony as long as
possible. By the time the fifth one was done, Jan was begging someone to
please finish the job.  I told her that would be a possibility, but first
she had to get the number right.  Number three returned and Jan was asked
to guess.  She guessed wrong.  We rotated and began again, only this time,
while someone was at her cunt, two of us were sucking on her nipples.  We
went through the entire rotation and she again failed to get it right.  We
stood back and watched as she squirmed on the bed trying to somehow get
pressure against her swollen clit.  On the fourth rotation she guessed the
right number and he was allowed to bring her to the first of what we
planned to be many orgasms that night.  While all this was going on, Bob
and I were busy snapping pictures, being careful to keep the heads of the
other three out of the picture.  We got through two more rotations before
she guessed right again.

   Jan was in a frenzy by this time, squirming and thrusting her pelvic,
but finding no one there.  I said that for a reward for guessing this time
she could be pleased orally or by being fucked, her choice.  She asked for
someone to please fuck her.  She needed to feel someone inside.  The
individual climbed up on the bed and slowly inserted his cock into her
pussy.  He slowly withdrew then rammed his cock deep inside her.  I told
him to stay still and told Jan that if she wanted relief she would have to
do the work.  She asked to have her feet untied, which we did.  She wrapped
them around the guy buried inside her and began humping up and down until
he came.  Unfortunately he came too quickly and Jan was left hanging. 
Rather than tie her legs back up, we held them open while we cleaned her up
and went through another rotation.  It took two more rotations before she
guessed again and this time she came before her rider did.  Jan didn't know
it, but each time she guessed the number, we removed the winner out of the
rotation and one of us took his turn.  This game went on for a couple of
hours until each person had a turn with Jan.  By that time she was
completely wrung out emotionally so we brought the game to an end.  After
everyone had gone, I untied her arms and removed the blindfold.  She
immediately wanted to know who the other three guys were, but I told her I
had given my word that I would not reveal their identity.  I knew this
would leave her always wondering if one of the people we were with socially
was one of the guys that night at the house.  I asked how she felt.  Her
reply was that she didn't know if she would ever come off the high she was
presently on.  She said to make sure I thanked Bob for a great evening.  I
told her not to worry; we had many more adventures in store for her into
the foreseeable future.

   We spent the next couple months in what we termed as show and shock.  We
took every opportunity to show Jan off.  Her wardrobe now consisted of
skirts and dresses of almost every length made.  One skirt I particularly
liked came about two inches below her pussy with laced slits that went to
her waist.  We bought a variety of blouses that ranged from gauzy
transparent to very loose scoop neck.  We also went for some midriff tops
that came to just under her breasts.  These especially came in handy for
when we would stand on the metro during rush hours holding on to the
overhead support bars.  Guys wouldn't offer their seats because from a
seated position they had an excellent view of the lower half of her tits.

   One particular metro trip stands out.  Jan was coming into the office
with me to help me catch up on a lot of filing I had not been able to get
to.  Since she was coming into the office she dressed more conservatively,
that is a dress that was slightly lower than mid-thigh.  As is usual during
rush hour we were packed in like sardines.  Jan and I were pushed up
against each other in the center aisle with our legs apart, holding onto
the overhead rail.  About halfway to work she leans over to me and whispers
that someone put his hand on her leg.  I casually looked over her shoulder
and saw her butt was directly in front of a guy who appeared to be in his
mid-forties.  I whispered back that the next time it happened she should
lean back a little and open her legs a bit further.  A few minutes later I
watched as Jan executed my instructions.  She whispered that the hand had
returned and was still on her inner leg.  I told her to pretend not to
notice and see what happens.  In a low moan she whispered that the hand was
making larger and larger circles on her inner thigh and that if he
continued the guy would soon learn that she was naked underneath.  A sharp
intake of breath and the color coming into Jan's face said it all.  She
started swaying a bit more than the train was moving and whispered that his
hand had found her pussy and was rubbing up and down her slit.  I told her
to try opening her legs wider without being too obvious and maybe he would
take that as in invitation to take it further.  Since the leg room was
limited, she squatted down a bit, leaning up against the guy playing with
her pussy.  Her eyes suddenly closed and she said he had inserted his thumb
into her and that his index finger was rubbing back and forth against her
clit.  Jan suddenly closed her legs and trapped the hand inside her.  She
then reached down between us, pressing the guy's hand tighter against her
clit.  A few minutes like this was all it took for Jan to reach her orgasm,
at which time she released the hand.  She then turned around and bent down
to the guy who had just pleasured her.  When she turned back I asked what
she had said.  Her response was that she told him,"Thank you, I needed
that."

   We had one interesting incident at an out of town restaurant.  While
sitting there playing with Jan's exposed pussy we noticed that the
attention of the couple across from us never strayed, even when we looked
directly back at them.  The guy leans over to the girl with him, says
something to her, and she gets up to go to the restroom.  When she returns,
she sits with her dress hiked up her thighs and proceeds to spread her legs
as wide as Jan had hers.  The guy then does to his girl what I am doing to
Jan.  When my hand was on her leg, so was his.  When I inserted a finger in
her pussy, he did the same to his girl.  It became a contest to see who
could cause their girl to climax first.  Prior to leaving, they stopped by
our table and introduced themselves.  They thanked us for an entertaining
meal and gave me his card if we would like to get together sometime.  We
thanked him and said we would think it over.

   I bought a variety of bathing suits.  In each one of them I removed the
inner lining.  I really liked the white bikini.  It fit her like a second
skin and perfectly molded itself to her pussy, to include a small crease
into her slit that looked like a camel's toe.  When she came out of the
water the suit looked like those wet T-shirt contestants.  It didn't take
much imagination to enjoy Jan's assets, but for some reason I was still not
able to get her to strip at the beach.  I had read a story about a type of
bathing suit called a wicked weasel.  At first I thought this was something
someone had made up, but a quick search of the Internet gave me an address
at wickedweasel.com, which proved they existed.  Without mentioning it to
Jan I bought a couple of the Lycra shiny models.  I wanted to buy the sheer
but it was so obvious I didn't think she would go for it.  I had a lot of
styles to choose from but went with a more traditional style bikini but
with a t-bar back.  When they arrived I checked them out.  When dry they
looked like a regular suit, but when wet, they were completely see through.
We were planning an end of summer visit to South Carolina and I was
beginning to plan how to use them.

   One other thing I bought was a remote control butterfly vibrator.  It
was designed to rest directly on the clit and had straps that kept it in
place.  I liked to have her wear it when we went out to dinner with friends
or business acquaintances and took pleasure in watching her try to act
normally as her clit was receiving strong stimulation.  At the office I
told one of the guys who had played the guess who's eating me now game what
I had been doing.  I told him she would be wearing it at an upcoming office
get together and agreed to let him use it for a while.  Jan knew I liked to
turn it on in settings she had to control her facial expressions, but she
was totally taken by surprise when it went off while eating.  It was like
she had touched an electrical wire and a grunt escaped her lips before she
could catch herself.  She was perplexed when she saw my hands on the table.
After she settled down I whispered that I decided to let someone else drive
for a while.  He must have spent the entire evening with it on.  Jan's
color ran red all evening and she was constantly telling people she felt
fine.  The batteries were dead when I got the remote back and Jan attacked
me as soon as we got into the parking lot.  She simply undid my pants,
raised the front of her dress and jammed me into her.  It was a simple case
of slam-bam thank you maam.  She rode up and down on me for all she was
worth until her orgasm hit her.  After getting in the car, she said she
enjoyed the evening, but would prefer for me to keep the remote from now
on.

   As the end of August came on us, we finalized our plans for the beach. I
had shown Jan the bikinis I bought for her and she liked them.  She thought
they were showy, but not totally obscene.  For some reason, she still had
hang-ups with nudity at the beach.  We started out on a Friday morning.  We
didn't want to be on road all day and would find a motel in the middle of
the afternoon and enjoy some pool time.  I asked Jan if she was going to
wear the sundress she had worn on two other occasions.  She said she had
another she liked better.  It was shorter and had thin straps rather than
the sleeves.  I told her I was looking forward to the road trip.  I had the
CB on and we were both listening to the traffic on the channel 19.  Jan had
laid her seat back a bit and had put her feet up on the dashboard.  Her
legs were open, but the dress came down enough that she was covered.  As we
went by on trucker, he blew his horn and commented on the radio on what a
foxy redhead he had seen just pass.  Jan put her hand out the window and
gave him a thumbs up.  The trucker then tried hailing us when he saw my CB
antenna.  I asked Jan if she would like to answer.  She was not sure how to
go about it, but quickly got the hang of it after a couple of tries.  The
guy asked what her handle was and we quickly selected "lucky lady" as her
new handle.  They chatted a few minutes and soon others were joining in. 
The trucker she was first talking to commented on what a sweet set of legs
she had and did they look that good all the way up.  She turned to me, told
me to slow down, and invited the trucker to pass.  She said she would let
him judge for himself and give her a rating from 1 to 10.  He gave us a big
10-4 and sped on by us.  Jan then laid the seat all the way back, pulled
her dress up to her waist, dropped her feet to the floor and told him we
were coming up on his left.  When we got to his side we matched his speed
so he could get a good look.  He said she was definitely on the upper end
of the scale but it was hard to tell with her legs together like that.  Jan
chuckled, put her feet back up on the dashboard with one knee against the
door and the other against the center console.  He said that on a scale of
1 to 10, she was definitely a 20.  He asked if the rest of her looked as
good as what he could see, which prompted Jan to remove the dress and asked
what he thought.  You could hear the hoarseness in his throat as he
commented that she had the nicest body he had seen in a very long time. 
She thanked him and we continued on our way.  Of course, everyone else she
had been talking to wanted to know where we were located, and those that
were ahead of us said they could hardly wait for us to pass them.  Jan got
a nice start on her overall tan that day.

   At around 2:30 we pulled off the road and found a nice hotel with a room
facing the pool.  We had a little lunch and I suggested a swim.  Jan
decided to try on the yellow suit I had bought for her and I could hardly
wait.  On the way out to the pool I picked up the ice chest with the wine
coolers.  It had been a hot drive and Jan had already had a few in the car.
At poolside she continued to drink.  She seemed to like the berry flavored
ones and sometimes forget she was drinking alcohol.  We sat and chatted for
a little bit then she covered her front with oil and lay on her stomach to
tan her back.  I untied the straps of the top and applied lotion to her
back, buns and legs, making sure to stop every once in a while to reach up
between her legs to stroke her pussy.  Because the back was a thong type
with T-bar triangle at the back she was able to get a lot of her body
exposed to the sun.  One of the accessories she took with her while lying
out was her spray bottle that she filled with water to cool her off from
time to time.  I told her to just relax and when she wanted to be cooled
off to just let me know and I would squirt.  She thanked me for being so
sweet.  I noticed the hot tub off the side of the pool and thought we might
take advantage of it later this evening.

   The hotel we had selected was hosting some type of special event and the
place was filled.  There were about 8 to 10 people out at the pool and they
kept looking over at my wife who looked to be lying there practically
naked. Then the time came I was waiting for and Jan asked me to cool her
off.  I sprayed her back and suggested she turn over to avoid getting too
much sun the first day, which she did after securing her top.  She downed
another wine cooler and laid back.  I handed her the eyecups she normally
wore when she was sunning on her back and proceeded to wet her down with
her spray bottle being sure to give a lot of attention to her suit.  The
result was more than I could have hoped for.  Right before my eyes the suit
went from opaque yellow to bare skin transparent yellow.  Nothing was
hidden from view.  Her nipples and slit were as visible as if she was lying
there without a suit.  That started a regular train of guys walking by our
chairs.  I reached into my beach bag and removed my camera to get some
shots of her in her present condition making sure to capture the
expressions of many of her admirers.  When the suit dried it want back to
normal so I made sure I kept her wet down as much as possible.  Jan asked
if she was getting red and I said she could probably give it another 10
minutes then we should go in.  I was hoping the suit would be dry enough by
then to hide what I had done.  After it had gone back to normal I suggested
we get ready for dinner and we did.

   We found a little Mexican cantina near the hotel.  Jan started in on
margaritas while we nibbled on the corn chips that were provided.  Jan was
in a good mood and we had a good time just chatting.  With dinner I ordered
a bottle of Mexican wine, which turned out to be fairly good.  By the end
of dinner Jan had slipped past her feeling friendly mood and was beginning
to slur her words.  I remembered the hot tub and thought I might be able to
have some fun when we got back to the hotel.  Prior to leaving I ordered
Jan another margarita and asked for a double shot of tequila.  We finished
our drink and headed out to the car.  Jan wasn't too steady on her feet and
I had to hold on to her so she wouldn't fall.  Back at the hotel I
suggested soaking at the hot tub.  Jan initially declined saying she was
too tired and drunk.  I convinced her it would do her good and proceeded to
put her yellow suit back on.  I grabbed a couple of coolers and helped her
out to the pool area.  It had gotten dark by this time and she almost fell
into the hot tub.  I laid Jan's head back on a towel and got another wine
cooler down her.  The combination of the ride, the heat of the tub and the
alcohol she had drunk did her in and she passed out.  In the position she
was in her nipples were at water level and clearly visible.  I decided to
have some fun and reached under the water, worked her bottoms off her and
put them next to her towel.  I then proceeded to play with my wife's pussy,
putting her hand in my suit to hold my fully erect cock.  Unbeknown to me
my actions had not gone unnoticed.  We had been there for about 5 minutes
when a couple guys came out and asked if they could join us.  After a
couple of minutes I moved my towel over Jan's bottoms making sure my
actions were noticed.  We talked for a few moments.  I explained that my
wife had a busy day and was kind of out it.  They complemented me on her
suit and I explained what kind of suit it was and that my wife wasn't yet
aware of it.  We all got a great laugh out of it.

   It was then that I had a nasty idea.  I told the guys I had to go to the
room to use the bathroom.  I asked if they would keep an eye on my wife and
make sure she didn't slip under water.  They exchanged glances and agreed
to take care of her.  When I got up and grabbed my towel I took Jan's
bottoms with me.  Our room was on the first floor and overlooked the pool
area.  As I suspected, after I left, the guys had taken positions on either
side of Jan.  I could see from where her knees popped out of the water that
each had a leg draped in between theirs, leaving her pussy about at wide
open as it could get.  I got my camera out and began taking pictures.  I
was afraid it would be too dark, but found that the lights over the spa
area provided more than enough light to capture what was going on.  One of
the guys reached behind her to until the straps holding her top up.  He
then pulled on the straps on either side of her neck until it looked like
she was wearing a bowtie with her breasts now completely exposed.  The
position of their hands made it very obvious they were both working on her
open pussy.  I wasn't sure how far this would go until I saw one guy lift
Jan up and set her on his buddy's lap.  The next thing I know is that Jan
is sitting on this guy's cock and being lifted up and down by the guy in
front.  I took a few pictures of this then decided to return to the spa.  I
made sure to make a lot of noise as I returned into the pool area.  When I
got to the spa, Jan was there alone with her top floating on the water in
front of her, but still attached at the top.  I guess I was supposed to
think it had just come undone by itself.  I knew it was time to get Jan to
bed, but I couldn't resist the urge to take a couple more pictures.  I put
a nearby chair behind where Jan was sitting and eased her up out of the
water resting against the chair.  I spread her legs and removed her top.  I
called her name a few times until she opened her eyes, then snapped the
picture.  When I reviewed it, it looked like she was awake, just showing
off her goodies for the camera.  I dried her off and slipped the nightgown
I had brought down with me over her head and helped her up to the room.

   To cap the evening off, I took off the nightgown once in the room, laid
her spread out face up on the bed, opened the curtains, turned on all the
lights, and went outside to take a few more pictures.  A guy came by while
I was taking the pictures and stopped to admire the view.  I explained that
my wife got drunk and I was taking these pictures to teach her a lesson. 
He chucked, said she really looked great that way, and should probably
leave her that way the rest of the night.  I said I would but the lights
would bother me and I wouldn't be able to get to sleep.  He asked if I
minded waiting until he got his camera and took a couple souvenir shots. 
So I said sure and waited for him to return.  I took pictures of him taking
pictures of Jan.  When I went in I shut off the lights and left her lying
there with the curtains open and the outside lights spilling in.  I went
back outside and sure enough, she was still visible if you took the time to
look.  A number of people stopped as they wandered past the window as the
word got around.  I was woken later by what I thought was lightning, but
realized someone had just taken a picture through the window.

   The rest of the trip to the beach was uneventful.  Jan stayed busy
flirting with truckers on the CB to include flashing a couple of truckers
she thought were cute.  We arrived at the beach a little after noon and
began unpacking.  As she was unpacking she found a couple of extra items
she did not remember packing.  I told her they were just a couple of beach
things I had bought for her and threw them in as a surprise.  One item was
a pair of Capri pants that had cross stitching from the cuff to the waist
on each side and the other was a short sundress that came about 4 inches
below her butt and had the sides secured by strings that could either be
tied tight together or as loose as desired.  As currently tied there was
about an inch opening from under the arms down to the bottom with a deep v
cut neckline narrowing to thin straps over the shoulder.  I thought the
dress was perfect for what I had in mind.  It was thin enough that a light
behind her would silhouette her perfectly, and I could only imagine what it
would look like with the strings let out.  And, of course, the presence of
a bra or panties would really look out of place.

   The next day was our first day at the beach and Jan decided to wear the
white wicked weasel.  She still didn't know what happened to it when it got
wet and I was going to do my darndest to make sure didn't notice.  We found
a perfect spot down from the place we were staying and set up our beach
mats.  As skimpy as the suit was, she got looks from everyone we passed as
well as everyone that passed us where we had parked ourselves.  Jan
commented on the fact that she enjoyed the attention she was getting and
thanked me for buying the suits for her.  I told her it was definitely my
pleasure and that I was proud of being with the hottest girl on the beach.
We had been laying out for about a half hour when Jan said she wanted to
walk up the beach a bit.  I used this as an opportunity to suggest we test
the ocean a bit to see how warm it was and then saunter up the beach.  We
only went out to about our knees.  As I had hoped, the wave action had
fairly well splashed us from the waist on down.  When I had seen that the
water had done its job, I grabbed Jan by the hand and started up the beach.
She had adjusted the fit of the bottoms when she came out but had never
bothered to look down.  The yellow one had given a great view of her slit,
but it didn't hold a candle to what the white one did.  The bottoms of the
white one seemed to disappear and for all intents and purposes, Jan was
walking up the beach naked from the waist down.  The whiteness of the suit
looked like tan lines.  I kept Jan occupied by pointing out different
sights and she never did realize the stares she was getting from everyone
we approached and passed were because of the transparency rather than the
skimpiness.  By the time we had reached our turnaround point, her suit was
beginning to dry so I suggested we cool off again by stepping into the
ocean.  This time we went out and splashed away in the ocean, going out to
neck level.  When we returned to the beach for our walk back, both top and
bottoms were transparent.  I saw a lot of cameras taking pictures of us as
we made our way back to our blanket.  We took another quick dip prior to
lying down with the same results.  Jan still had not realized what was
happening to her suit.  I got out my camera, had her raise up on her elbows
and I took a few shots of what appeared to be my naked wife.  A guy from a
nearby blanket came over and offered to take a picture of us both together.
I positioned her sitting up with her arms around her knees and asked the
guy to make sure he got a good angle.  He understood exactly what I meant
because the resulting picture was a perfect shot of her entire slit, as
well as one breast.  Jan lay back down and I introduced myself as I
retrieved my camera.  I asked if he would like to sit for a few minutes,
which he jumped at because it put him right next to Jan's knee where he had
a perfect view.  He said he was with some friends, but they were out at the
flea market today.  As we sat there he watched the suit go from transparent
back to white opaque.  He said he had never seen anything like that before,
but before he went any further I waved him to the water away from Jan.

   Once out of hearing range, I explained that Jan was completely unaware
of the fact what happened when her suit got wet.  He found this amusing,
asked if we would be out there again tomorrow and asked if it would be all
right for his friends to join us for a friendly chat.  I agreed and he
asked if she would be wearing the same suit again tomorrow.  I said she
would probably wear the yellow one, which did basically the same thing.  I
also casually mentioned that my wife got in a friendly mood when she drank
wine so I would probably bring out an ice chest of wine coolers.  He
offered to bring the beer.  We left shortly thereafter.  I told her the guy
that had taken our picture asked if he and a couple of his friends could
join us tomorrow for a few hours and that I said sure if it was all right
with her.  As I suspected, she had no problems with it.  The next morning
we went out for a Champaign brunch at a local restaurant.  I didn't know
what might happen, but I wanted to make sure Jan was in her feeling
friendly mood.  She went through about six glasses of Champaign but didn't
realize it since I just kept her glass full.  She was in a bubbly mood when
we got back to the unit.  I told her it was almost time to meet the guys at
the beach and suggested she put her suit on while I went out for some wine
coolers.  She surprised me when she asked which suit she should wear.  I
told her she got so many complimentary looks in the white one I thought she
should wear that one again.  She said ok and would be ready when I got
back. When I got back she was ready to go.  I told her how really special
she looked in her suit and that I should find some in other colors and
styles.  She thought that was fine.  I am hoping I will eventually be able
to get her in an open mesh one I had seen on the internet that even dry
left nothing to the imagination.

   We arrived at the same spot we were the day before and were met by Gary
and his two associates.  Introductions were made all around and we arranged
ourselves in a loose circle with the coolers in the center.  I popped a
berry cooler for Jan and took the beer offered by Gary.  We joked around
for about an hour when one of Gary's friends suggested a dip in the ocean.
Jan had downed a couple more coolers and was feeling mellow by this time.
We all went into the water and splashed around in the waves for a time. 
Every time Jan stood up, her breasts were on display, a fact appreciated by
all of us.  Once when she had swum out a little, I heard one of Gary's
friends comment that when he heard about this suit he didn't believe it,
but he was definitely impressed with it and her.  Gary said that what he
had already seen was nothing and to wait until we got back to the blanket.
Jan was still in a good mood when we came out of the water.  As before, she
simply adjusted her bottoms without bothering to look down.  The effect on
the guys was immediate.  Each had a tent pole in his suit they tried to
hide as we seated ourselves.  Jan sat Indian style and pulled out another
cooler.  Jan didn't seem to notice that no one could take his eyes off her
crotch.  I asked the guys if they would gather around Jan and let me get a
couple of pictures..  After that, Jan stood and posed with her arm around
each guy.  Gary then announced that he had rented a dune buggy and
suggested we pack up and go down the beach to this scenic spot he had found
with a pure white beach.  So we packed up, crowded aboard the buggy and
headed out for the new beach.

   It was everything Gary said it would be, plus it was secluded.  We
popped another round of drinks and by now Jan was having a great time.  We
went back into the water and when she came out this time she looked down
and saw what she had missed every time before.  She was initially
embarrassed, but soon realized that she had been on display most of the day
and asked me why I didn't tell her about the suit.  I lied.  I told her I
was as surprised as she was, but since she had been having such a good time
I didn't want to spoil it.  She finally accepted the situation and asked if
everyone had had a good laugh at her expense.  We all assured her that she
looked great and praised her for what a great figure she had.  She said it
wasn't fair that she was the only one exposed, at which time all four of us
removed our suits.  Jan followed.  So we sat there drinking, telling jokes,
and generally having a good time.  Jan wanted some pictures of her and the
three guys and the guys each wanted one of them and Jan alone.  I used my
camera and two they had brought with them.  After a while, Jan's eyes were
starting to glaze over and she began snuggling up to me, getting a little
frisky.  I warned her to stop before she caught something she wasn't
chasing.  She kept it up and soon she was messing around with all of us.  I
told the guys about a game we had played a couple months back and asked if
they would be interested.  I got an enthusiastic response.  The only change
would be that when she guessed right she would get her reward and the guy
involved would get a hand job from Jan.  I didn't think it a good idea to
be pushing anything up into Jan's vagina because the sand could end up
rubbing her raw and that would ruin any fun I might have the rest of the
week.  We found a cloth in the dune buggy that served as a mask and two of
us took turns holding her arms down while the guy orally stimulating her
would hold her legs down.  This game lasted well over an hour.  I told the
guys on her arms that her nipples were super sensitive and they should be
working on them while the appropriate selectee was buried between her legs.
The game was just as much fun this time as before.  Jan had four whopper
orgasms and each of us enjoyed the thrill of both a blow job and hand job,
and when it was over; we took one last swim, put our suits back and headed
back.  The blow job was Jan's idea.

   I suggested we spend part of the next day cruising the mall and maybe
hitting the miniature golf place up the street after we caught some early
beach time.  I suggested she wear the new sundress I had bought her so she
tried it on to see how it fit.  She liked the look but thought the strings
would have to be loosened to give her more room.  I told her not to worry,
that I would loosen them for her.  She didn't have any problem with the
fact that she wouldn't be wearing anything underneath.  By now she was used
to it.  What she didn't see was the view I was getting as she stood in the
entrance to the balcony.  The light, showing through the fabric, allowed a
fairly good view of her body parts.  While the dress was still on her I
loosened the strings to allow for about a 3 to 3 and a half inch gap on
each side.  She said that felt better and removed it before I could see the
effect it had.  While she was taking a shower I loosened the strings
another inch from the waist on down.  I didn't think she would notice the
change.

   The next morning we went down to the beach early to catch a few rays. 
While there we ran into Gary and his friends.  We declined his offer to go
back to the secluded beach saying we were going to get a little shopping
and golfing in.  We all kind of BSed a bit with Gary asking Jan if she was
going in the water in her yellow suit.  She laughed and said catch her when
she has had a few drinks.  We left the beach shortly before noon, changed
into the clothes we planned on wearing shopping and headed out.  As I
hoped, Jan had not noticed the increased gap at the bottom half of the
dress.  As I walked beside her I couldn't believe the effect the side gap
had.  Under her arms it didn't make much of a difference.  I could see the
beginning of the side of her breast, which was to be expected.  But the
effect at the bottom was something else.  Each time she took a step, the
gap in the side swung in such a way that at one step I could see across her
entire front and with the other her backside came into view.  I was sure
the effect was the same on the other side.  I didn't need the thinness of
the material to show her off, the side openings did that in spades.  A lot
of people that we passed in the mall were totally unaware of the view that
Jan's dress provided.  But those that did notice were brought up short
staring at the view they were getting.  The view at the mini-golf was
fantastic because each time Jan lined up to hit the ball, the front of the
dress swung forward and from the side she was completely exposed from her
nipples to her knees.  Many, many people watched us as we made our way
around the course.  I knew that this dress was a definite keeper.

   By now Jan was becoming more comfortable with the role in which I was
placing her.  Jan had become a sexual goddess, constantly looking for
pleasure.  She commented on the appreciative looks she was receiving and
the enjoyment she was getting from seeing the reactions she was having on
people - the shocked look on many women and the bulges showing up in the
pants of the men.  It was not unusual to come home and find her completely
naked from doing housework during the day, something that would never have
happened before.  Since Jan said she was not into pain, we stayed away from
S&M type activities.

   It was Jan who came up with our next adventure.  We had been surfing the
net and came across a chat room where a couple described how the guy's wife
would be let out of the car naked and she would have to make her way back
home without being seen.  Jan thought about this a while and thought it
would make for an interesting challenge.  The next evening Jan got
completely undressed, got into the passenger side of the car and said she
wanted to be dropped up the street a bit.  I took a couple pictures of her
seated in the car, then drove out of the garage to a place a couple blocks
away.  I pulled to the side of the road.  When no one was coming, Jan got
out of the car.  I took pictures of her exiting the car and moving out into
the yard of the house we had stopped in front of.  I then drove off, turned
around down the block, and pulled over to the curb to ensure her safety
(although she was not aware I was still around).  At first Jan kind of
slinked from yard to yard, keeping in the shadows and hiding whenever a car
or pedestrian came down the street.  The most interesting pictures I got
were her crossing the intersection.  Since there was no place to hide, she
had to dash across the street in full view of whoever happened to be
driving by.  Needless to say, her condition did not go unnoticed.  When she
entered our block, I drove around to get in front of her so I would be
there when she got home.  To make it more interesting, I locked the doors
so she could not gain immediate access.  She first came to the back door,
but I waved her away saying she should come to the front.  At first she
didn't want to, but I said that when she was ready, just ring the front
door bell and I would let her in.  It took a few minutes, but finally I
heard the ring of the front door bell.  I went to the door, turned on the
porch light, then let her in.  She said I was a real bastard, but I could
tell from her flushed cheeks that she was really turned on.  My fingers on
her pussy confirmed this.  She quickly unbuckled my pants and attacked me
in the foyer.  Our sex was short, but intense with Jan having multiple
orgasms.  She later explained how frightened she was at first, but as time
went on, how her fear was fueling her excitement, especially the fact that
what she was doing was highly illegal and could result in her getting
arrested.  She suggested we needed to do something like this again, but
maybe away from the house.  I filed this away for future reference.

   The next Saturday was my birthday and Jan asked me if I wanted anything
special this year.  Without hesitation I said that the greatest gift she
could ever give me was to be my sex slave for the entire weekend, Friday
evening through Sunday evening, to do whatever I wanted, to who ever, where
ever I wanted and when I wanted.  She thought about it for a couple of
minutes, then with a smile agreed.  She would put herself completely under
my total control for the weekend.  I then told her I had some meetings out
at Colorado Springs Thursday and Friday and wanted her to go with me. 
Since she rarely went on business trips with me she lit up and happily
agreed to go.

   The trip out and the time spent at the Springs was uneventful.  Jan
spent the days shopping while I was in meetings and the evenings were taken
up with business socials that required my wife to put up a conservative
front.  When not actively engaged in discussions, I found my mind conjuring
up various scenarios for the week end from the mild to outrageous.  The one
thing I did know was that on the flight back home I was going to join the
"mile high" club.

   My final meeting ended at 5 pm.  I called Jan to tell her I was on my
way back to the hotel and that when I arrived her weekend as my sex slave
would begin.  I wanted her bathed and shaved and ready for me.  During
lunch I had stopped at the Gap and selected some outfits for future
outings. The outfit I selected for the evening was a short blue sundress
that buttoned down the front and came a couple inches below her butt with
thin spaghetti straps to hold up a v-neck top.  Although not see through,
the outline of her body could be easily seen when backlit by the sun or a
strong light.

   When I arrived at the hotel, I could tell that not knowing what was
going to happen this weekend was turning her on.  She met me at the door
wearing just the white terry robe provided by the hotel.  Our hotel room
was on the third floor facing the rear parking lot.  I told Jan to stand in
front of the window until she caught the attention of anyone.  I didn't
think it would take too long since the Western sum had the room lit up like
a spotlight.  I noticed a couple of men who were walking toward the hotel,
one of whom pointed up at Jan's window.  I told Jan to very slowly untie
her robe until it fell open.  This stopped the guys in their tracks,
staring up to see what was going to happen next.  I then had Jan slide the
robe off until she was standing there totally naked then begin to play with
herself.  She was to do this until on the verge of orgasm, but was not to
cum.  She initially closed her eyes, but I instructed her to look directly
at the men and smile as she rubbed herself and slid fingers in and out of
her pussy.  Just as she was about to cum I yelled at her to stop and walk
away from the window, leaving two very excited watchers in the parking lot.
Jan expected me to let her finish, but I told her that her relief would be
forthcoming soon.

   I gave Jan the blue sundress I had purchased for her and told her to put
it on, but not to wear any bra or panties.  With her hair up in a ponytail,
the results were startling.  She again looked exactly like a very hot
teenager.  Her nipples were clearly visible and her legs seemed to go on
forever.  I gave her nipples a quick squeeze and found her pussy to be
complete drenched.  I had her lay back on the bed and buried my face
between her legs.  I licked, nibbled, bit and thoroughly enjoyed bringing
her close to orgasm, then backing off.  I did this time and time again,
each time enjoying hearing my wife begging me to finish what I had started.
When I felt she was sufficiently aroused I got up and told her it was time
for dinner.

   While we were sitting at our table enjoying our drinks we saw the two
guys from the parking lot enter the dining room and sit a couple tables
away from us.  One of the guys noticed Jan and from the way he looked at
her and pointed her out to his companion it was obvious they recognized her
as the girl in the window.  I mentioned this to Jan and told her to look
over at them and coyly give them a smile.  I was curious as to what their
reaction would be.

   I watched them as they discussed what I was sure was what they should
do, until one of the men approached and introduced himself.  He seemed a
bit nervous as he explained he had seen Jan standing in the window and
asked if we minded him and his friend joining us for dinner.  I told them
that we would be happy to have them join us.  Since Jan and I were seated
across from each other, they took the chairs on either side of Jan.  I
asked if they had enjoyed Jan's show to which they eagerly said yes.  I
explained that this weekend was my birthday and that my gift from my wife
was that she would be my sex slave for the weekend.  They thought I was
putting them on so I had Jan confirm what I had said.  The guy to my right
was named Steve.  I asked if he wanted proof.  When he said he did I told
Jan to open her left leg until her knee was against Steve's leg.  I told
Steve to put his hand on her knee.  When he did, Jan didn't move.  I told
him I had told my wife she could not wear any panties and asked him to
verify she had followed my instructions.  Steve's mouth dropped open, but
took the opportunity to run his hand up her leg until Jan's intake of
breath told me he had reached her pussy.  As Steve played with her I
invited his associate to help himself to the other leg.  Jan opened up and
soon had two sets of hands playing with her legs and pussy.  When I saw she
was on the edge of orgasm I had them stop.  I told them I did not want her
to cum yet, but if they were free for the evening we could have fun with
Jan as our sex toy.  They of course accepted.  Throughout dinner I had Jan
keep her legs open and invited both guys to help themselves; however if
they took her over the edge, their evening was over.  By the time dinner
was over, Jan was again on a sexual high.  Her cheeks were flushed red and
she was squirming in her seat, a sure sign she was totally aroused.  I
asked the guys what we should do next and both said they would like to take
her to the room and fuck her.  I told them how boring that suggestion was
and that I had a better idea in mind.  I had this place in mind that I
thought they would enjoy if they were up for it.  They paid the bill and we
got up to leave.

   Walking out of the hotel to the car drew everyone's attention.  Jan
begged me to let her get herself off, but I refused and said she would be
sorry if she did before I said it was ok.  I was amazed at how aroused she
was.  I put her in the back seat between Steve and Fred and had her drape
her knees over each of their legs.  I once again invited them to enjoy
themselves, but to remember she was not allowed to cum until I gave the ok.
When I looked in the rear view mirror, they had slipped the top down to her
waist to meet the bottom of her dress which was also at her waist.  As I
drove along, the sounds coming from the back seat told me everyone was
enjoying them selves.  They were both vigorously attacking her breasts and
pussy, while they had removed their cocks and had her jacking them off.  I
told them that if they were really nice I might let Jan suck their cocks.

   A few miles out of town I pulled into a little shopping area that had an
adult superstore I had visited the day before.  I reminded Jan that she was
my sex slave and of her promise to do whatever I said.  By now I could see
that the only thing that Jan really wanted was to get some relief from the
constant arousal she was getting.  We all walked into the store and began
scanning the shelves.  There were three or four other customers in the
store who took an immediate interest in my wife.  We went to one of the
side aisles and I told Jan to reach up on the top shelf and get one of the
videos for me to read.  She had to stand on her toes and when she reached
up, her dress raised to expose the bottom half of her ass.  When I told her
to put it back, she had an audience of six who watched the show.  I then
moved to a position where everyone in the store could see and told her to
get me a DVD off the bottom shelf.  When she started to squat down to
retrieve it I stopped her and told her to bend over at the waist to
retrieve it.  Of course, this resulted in her entire butt and pussy being
exposed and the intake of her breath told me the effect of bending had on
her clit.  After having her put the DVD back we continued looking over the
products.  I took her over to the vibrators and had her pick up a few,
having her fondle them like they were the real thing.  After picking out a
couple I told the owner that the day was my birthday and that my wife was
my sex slave for the weekend.  He helped me pick out a slave collar for her
to wear and suggested that I might want to check out the back room for a
bit.  I already knew about the glory hole arrangement he had in the back
and agreed it might prove interesting since my wife had been begging me and
my friends for sexual relief.  He asked if she would really do whatever I
said.  I turned to Jan and asked if there was anything she would not do if
I asked.  She said no.  The owner asked if he could feel her breasts and I
said to go ahead.  He came around the counter, slipped the straps off her
shoulders until her breasts were exposed, and began fondling her breasts. I
could tell how this turned her on.  He pulled the straps back up and told
her to raise the hem of her skirt to give him access to her pussy.  When
she did he immediately noticed how red her labia were and mentioned he had
never seen a clit so ready for action.  I told him what we had been doing
and the effect it was having on her.  With my permission he began playing
with her clit.  The effect was immediate and Jan started an orgasm she
could not hold back.  When she was finished I reminded her that she had
disobeyed me and needed to be punished.  I turned to the owner and asked
him to select a paddle for me.  I pulled over a stool and told Jan to put
her elbows on the stool.  Once she was in position, I lifted her dress
until it draped around her neck like a scarf, leaving her completely
exposed from the breasts on down.  I then proceeded to give her a spanking
for disobeying me.  Once her butt was a rosy red I stopped and had her
stand up until her dress dropped back down to cover her.  She had tears in
her eyes and promised to be a better slave in the future.

   The owner said that a short stint in the back room was just what the
doctor ordered.  I led her to the back and entered the room that was about
five by six with mirrors on the upper half of the walls on three sides and
about a four to five inch hole in the two smaller sides adjacent to the
door.  I told Steve and Fred to take the booths on either side of us.  I
sat opposite the door and told Jan to remove her dress.  A few minutes
later we saw about a seven inch cock and balls being inserted into the hole
in our room.  I told Jan she was to fondle the cock until it was hard, then
to start jerking him off until he came.  She reached over and began doing
what I had directed.  When I heard the movement from the opposite booth I
had her move back to the center of the room so she was accessible from both
sides.  She continued playing with the first guy's cock while an arm
reached in and began playing with Jan's breast.  I told her to stand up and
bend over to suck on the first guy's cock while the second guy was given
free access to her pussy to play with.  I told her she was free to cum on
his fingers while finishing off the first guy, which she did with a very
loud muffled scream.  A limp dick was removed soon to be replaced by
another which was longer and fatter.  I told her to push the new dick back
out the hole, turn around and put her pussy up against the hole.  I could
tell when the new dick was inserted into Jan's hole by the pleased
expression on my wife's face.  She began rocking back and forth on the new
cock while sucking on the guy that had given her the orgasm.  It only took
a few moments for Jan to reach her next orgasm and continued to work on
both guys until each came.  Two more cocks appeared and while sitting on my
erect cock, brought each off with her mouth.  After I pumped my sperm into
her I decided she had had enough for now and didn't want her too sore and
ruin the rest of the weekend I had planned for her.  I picked up her dress,
put it over my shoulder and told her to follow me out to the car, being
sure to smile and thank everyone on the way out.  As we left they cheered
for Jan and asked her to return real soon.

   When we got in the car, I put her dress in the front and her in the back
with our new friends.  I continued driving around while they both took the
opportunity to bring her level of excitement back up.  They asked if they
could both fuck her and I said to help themselves.  Jan's performance was
outstanding and each of them enjoyed the experience.  When finally sated, I
asked how she felt.  She admitted she was a little frightened at first, but
once she got into it had really enjoyed herself.  I asked if she would like
to do something like this again some time and she said it was a very
distinct possibility.  When we arrived back at the hotel I had Jan thank
the guys for a wonderful time, Jan got dressed, and we retired to our room.


   The next morning we were to catch our plane back to the East Coast.  The
night before I noticed Jan had purchased a nice jumper outfit I thought
would be perfect for the day.  It was a button down wool blend A-line with
a scooped neck designed to be worn over a blouse.  I thought it would look
so much better without one.  She was to wear that with only her thigh high
hose and heels.  The top was loose enough to give me easy access to her
tits and the material should create enough friction to keep her nipples
erect.  On the way to the airport I made sure to position Jan so she could
be observed by the driver.  As I casually dropped my arm around her neck
and hand down into her top, I observed the driver adjust his mirror so he
was watching her rather than the traffic behind.  Little sounds of pleasure
escaped her lips as I kneaded her breasts and rolled her nipple between my
thumb and forefinger.  I began nibbling on her ear and kissing her neck,
followed by an exchange of some passionate kisses.  I leaned her back and
began undoing the buttons on the front of her jumper.  When I reached her
waist I slipped the straps off her shoulders and opened the front to
completely expose her breasts.  Each time we stopped for a traffic light,
the cabbie would turn to watch.  I then began the assault on her pussy. 
When I put my hand on her legs, they swung wide open and I traveled up her
thighs until I reached her slit, which by this time was slick from her
excitement.  When I saw the cabbie had adjusted his mirror lower, I began
releasing the remaining buttons.  Once undone I opened the sides completely
exposing her body to his view.  She remained in this position as I rammed
one, then two, then three fingers inside her.  She reached down to apply
more pressure to my hand, but I pushed her hands away.  As I began flicking
back and forth over her clit with my middle finger she started begging me
to quit fooling and finish the job.  I looked down and could see her pussy
lips were scarlet red from excitement and had pulled apart a good inch
affording the cabbie an excellent view up into her cunt.  I chuckled and
noticing we were approaching the airport, pulled away and told her to get
buttoned back up.  She called me a heartless bastard but did what I
directed flushed with excitement.  I paid the cabbie and thanked him for an
excellent ride.  He responded likewise.

   As we walked into the terminal Jan put her arms through mine, trapping
my arm against the side of her breast.  While walking this way into the
terminal I took the opportunity of undoing the button closest to her pussy.
I didn't know if this would expose her pussy, but I was sure it would draw
men's attention and imagination to that spot.  We got through security with
no problem and made our way to the waiting lounge with over an hour to
spare before boarding.  We took seats facing the main corridor.  Similar
chairs faced us from the gate across the way.  When Jan sat down, she
immediately crossed her legs the way most women do while seated.  I told
her she was to uncross them and leave them uncrossed until I said
otherwise. Seated the way she was caused the unbuttoned area to open out a
couple of inches affording any observant passerby a look at the top of her
slit.  Jan commented on this and I told her I knew and if she tried to
close the gap I would just unbutton the next lower clasp.  I put my arm
over her shoulder and began slowly running my thumb back and forth over her
nipple.  The color was beginning to return to her cheeks as the previous
excited condition began reasserting itself.  I noticed a couple of teenaged
boys who had taken seats across from us watching me.  I recalled them
walking back and forth in front of us a couple of times before taking their
current position.  I directed Jan's attention to them and told her to flash
them a smile.  The exchanged looks and their eyes open wider as I
unbuttoned the top button on her jumper, slipped my hand inside Jan's top
and gave her breast a gentle squeeze.  She leaned into me and with a little
chuckle told me I was being a very naughty boy.  I told her I wanted her to
be as naughty by reaching over and running her hand over my cock.  The boys
sat riveted to their seats as I told her to gradually let her legs fall
open, but not far enough to expose her slit.  The boy's eyes kept going up
and down as they tried to decide to watch my hand or Jan's almost open
thighs.  Her thighs won the battle as I told her to swing her knees wide
open for a few seconds, then close them shut.  We did this every few
minutes, completely enjoying the looks on the boys face until they called
our flight to board.  Before we got up I told Jan to bend over as if
looking for something on the floor which gave the boys a bird's eye view of
her luscious breasts.  The last I saw of them as we boarded the plan was
entering the men's room down the hall.

   Fortunately the flight was only about a quarter full so Jan and I got to
sit in a row with the middle seat empty.  I took the window seat and put
Jan in the middle.  When Jan hooked up her seat belt, I noticed it covered
the button I had undone earlier.  I had Jan lift up a little and I pulled
the front of the dress up until the gap in her dress was above the seat
belt.  Although you could not see her pussy, you could see that she was not
wearing panties.  This condition did not go unnoticed by a dark haired
flight attendant getting the plane ready for departure.  She stopped at our
aisle, looked directly at the opening in Jan's dress, and then gave me a
smile.  She said she would be back to check on us later to see if there was
anything she could do to make our trip more enjoyable.  This gave me an
idea, so I had Jan lift back up again and pulled her dress back down so
that the gap was once again covered by the seat belt.  I then reached down
and unfastened the buttons below the seat belt which allowed the dress to
open a couple of inches.  I told Jan to cross her legs, which now put the
full length of her right leg on display.  Her pussy was still covered by
the seat belt.  After take off, the dark haired attendant came back and
asked if we minded her taking the empty seat until we reached cruising
altitude.  She said her name was Linda and commented on how beautiful my
wife was.  We both thanked her, and then I lifted the arm rest and pulled
Jan close to me so I could put my arm over her shoulder and reached into
her top to play with her nipples.  Jan closed her eyes as she enjoyed my
attention.  As Linda talked, she reached over and casually put her hand on
Jan's knee.  When neither of us made a comment about her actions she began
idly running her finger nails up and down the top of Jan's leg, which
caused goose bumps.  I casually mentioned that Sunday was my birthday and
for her present, Jan had agreed to be my sex slave for the weekend.  Linda
smiled and mentioned that presented some interesting possibilities and said
that if I didn't mind she would like to discuss them further after the in
flight service was completed.  I asked Jan if that would be agreeable with
her, to which she responded that she was okay with whatever I wanted. 
Linda smiled and said she would return shortly with some complementary
drinks.  Linda returned shortly with a couple bloody marys she said she had
fixed special for us.  I took this to mean she probably doubled up on the
vodka.

   During the meal, she returned with another round of drinks and furnished
us another as the clean up was going on.  Since I was still nursing my
first drink, I had given Jan my drinks.  By the time Linda returned, Jan
had downed five drinks.  From the glaze in her eyes, I judged she was
somewhat tipsy.  I asked Linda how much alcohol was in each drink.  She
said a double plus.  By now the movie had begun and Linda said she had a
while before she needed to get back up.  Jan's legs were no longer crossed
and her dress had pulled away such that both legs were exposed up to the
seat belt.  As Linda and I continued our conversation, I reached down to
Jan's knee and started stroking her inner thigh.  As I expected, her knee
swung toward me to allow my hand to travel further.  Linda noticed what I
was doing and asked if she could have the other leg.  I nodded and when she
put her hand on Jan's leg, it swung over to the right leaving the pathway
to her naked pussy clear.  I told Linda that Jan really enjoyed people
playing with her legs especially when the reached the sweet meat at the
top. I suggested that Jan might be more comfortable if I unbuckled her seat
belt and Linda readily agreed.  Once undone, Jan was exposed from the
middle of her abdomen on down.  We then took turns attacking her pussy. 
Whenever someone would walk down the aisle, Linda would turn in her seat to
block the view from the aisle.  We kept this up for a good half hour.  Each
time we reached the top we would run our fingers up and down her slit.  Her
slit was gapping open and her clit stood out like a proud soldier.  Jan was
having a hard time stifling her cries of pleasure, but we didn't let her
cum.  Linda said we would be landing in about 30 minutes and had to get
back on the job, but if we were interested, she had a layover and would
like for us to join her at her hotel just off the airport.  I told her we
would be happy to and proceeded to button Jan back up, leaving the original
button undone.

   We picked up our luggage and drove over to Linda's hotel.  When we
knocked on the door, a voluptuous redhead answered the door.  She invited
us in and said Linda was in the shower and would be out in a few minutes.
She said her name was Katrina and that she and Linda often shared a room
during layover hops.  Linda came out a few minutes later wearing a terry
cloth robe.  Her hair was still wet from the shower.  Katrina broke out a
bottle of wine and offered drinks around.  Jan sat on the couch and I took
the easy chair.  Linda and Katrina sat on either side of Jan.  Katrina
reached up and softly stroked the side of Jan's face, then ran her hand
through her hair.  Meanwhile, Linda reached over and kissed Jan on the
lips. Jan didn't initially return the kiss, but after about 10 seconds or
so, I saw Jan start to respond.  Katrina reached over, undid the top two
buttons on her jumper, slid her hand into Jan's top and began rubbing her
breast.  Linda released Jan's lips and slid down until she was nestled in
her neck.  Jan's head went back as she savored the touch of her lips. 
Katrina relinquished her hold on Jan's breast and starting at the bottom,
began unbuttoning Jan's dress.  She reached the top button allowing the
sides to flare open exposing her body.  They leaned Jan forward and let the
dress drop away from her.  By this time the tie on Linda's robe had become
undone and her robe had fallen open exposing her to me.  Katrina and I were
the only ones dressed.

   As Katrina got undressed, Linda had taken off her robe and slid down
between Jan's legs, softly blowing on her exposed clit.  When Linda's
tongue hit her clit, Jan's body rose off the couch to meet it.  Soon after,
a naked Katrina was kissing Jan and rubbing her nipples between thumb and
index finger.  Linda brought Jan to the edge of orgasm then backed away,
only to be replaced by Katrina.  Linda knelt on the couch and began sucking
on Jan's nipples, working them back and forth between her teeth.  With all
this naked flesh staring me in the face, I removed my cock from my pants
and began stroking it.  Linda and Katrina laid Jan on the floor with her
head towards me.  As Katrina went back to lapping up Jan's juiced, Linda
positioned herself so that her cunt was in Jan's face.  Jan took the hint
and began sucking on Linda.  It was at that moment that Linda bent over to
me and took me into her hot and wonderful mouth.  It took no time at all
for Jan to reach her orgasm.  Linda and Katrina switched places.  I thought
Linda was great, but Katrina was a world class cocksucker.  She took my
entire eight inches and did things to my cock that one has wet dreams about
in the middle of the night.  Before I came I got up and went behind Linda.
There in all its glory was Linda wet pussy, begging for attention.  I ran
my fingers in and out a few times, and then started sliding the head of my
cock up and down her slit.  Linda reached back and positioned me her
entrance and made it very clear she wanted me inside her.  I was only too
happy to oblige.  In the length of a minute all four of us had an orgasm.
We stayed at Linda's for another hour or so until we were all worn out, at
which time we headed for home.

   Sunday morning she asked what was next so I told her that I had
volunteered to host my poker group that evening and she would be there to
serve drinks and stuff.  I said I had bought a special outfit for her to
wear and promised it would be a very exciting evening.  I told her to take
a relaxing bath and to take a nap so she would be fresh for the evening.

   There are six of us that try to get together every month for a friendly
game of poker.  We were supposed to meet this month at one of the other
guy's house, but I got the game shifted to my place.  I said I had a
surprise to show them I thought they would enjoy.  The game got started and
everyone began asking about the surprise I had promised.  It was then that
I called Jan into the room.  Their eyes about popped out of their head when
they saw Jan in the outfit I had her in.  I had dressed her in a while silk
button down blouse with the buttons undone below her breasts and a short
black micro mini skirt.  She only wore a transparent thong panty under the
skirt, no bra.  I told them that the day was my birthday and Jan had agreed
to do whatever I asked of her for the day.  One of the guys was skeptical
and told me to prove it.  I told Jan to go over, sit on his lap and give
him a really friendly French kiss which she did.  Another said I should
have her put on a strip show for us, but I told him all in good time.  Jan
took our drink orders and disappeared back into the kitchen.  I promised
them a very good evening providing that whatever happened there stayed
there.  Of course, they all agreed.  When Jan returned she began serving
the drinks, being sure to bend over at each person's place giving them a
good view of her breasts that were exposed when her top fell open.  A
couple of the guys ran their hands up and down her leg and commented on how
really hot she looked.  As the drinks flowed and the game progressed, the
guys got more aggressive.  The hands were no longer just feeling her legs,
but they began wandering up to her panty-clad pussy and bare ass.  Those
that ran their hands over her panties commented on how wet they had become.

   It was at that point that I called Jan over, reached under her extremely
shirt and apron and removed her panties.  Jan blushed a bit and did a
little curtsey.  I then unbuttoned her blouse to the waist, opened the
sides completely exposing both breasts, and gently rubbed her nipples
between my index finger and thumb.  As I did this, Jan closed her eyes and
softly moaned.  I asked if she liked her nipples pinched and squeezed and
she nodded yes.  I then lifted her skirt to expose her pussy.  I asked if
she liked people to play with her cunt and she again nodded yes.  I finally
asked if she had any objections to my friends helping themselves to her
lovely charms, and of course she shook he head no.  We went back to our
game, but Jan became the center of attention.  I then laid down the rules
for the first part of the evening.  We would play out a hand and Jan would
stand next to the winner of the hand while the next hand was played out. 
The winner was free to let his hand wander where ever he wanted, but was
not allowed to let Jan reach orgasm.  I had Jan lift up her skirt and
flicked my finger back and forth across the clit that was now visible
showing how the excitement of the evening was affecting her and said that
in this state that her clit was very, very sensitive so act accordingly. 
The game began.  For the next half hour Jan was teased in everyway
possible. Her breasts were caressed, squeezed, and nipples pinched.  Her
pussy and ass were fully explored to the point that her slit was spread
wide open and clit sticking out like a large pencil eraser.  Jan reached
the point of orgasm a dozen times, but was never allowed over the edge. 
When I thought the time was right, I had her do a really sexy strip tease.
By the time she was finished everyone at the table was sporting a tent in
his pants.  The rules of the game now changed.  The winner of a hand would
sit out the next round while Jan became the winner's play toy.  The winner
was free to do whatever he wished except give Jan relief, but only until
the winner of the next hand was decided.

   The first hand was won by Jack.  He called Jan over to sit on his lap
and while she was there he started sucking on her nipples and running his
fingers in and out of her steaming twat.  Before she reached her edge,
Billy won.  Jan was breathing hard as Billy had her straddle his legs,
facing the game table.  While the hand was being played, He ran his finger
in and out of her pussy until it was well lubricated, and then slid it back
into her slit until he reached her asshole.  He then inserted his finger,
little be little, until he could cup her ass.  Before he could begin finger
fucking her hole, the hand ended.  Jack won again.  Jack had her assume the
same position as she was with Billy, but while she was coming over, Jack
had unzipped his cock and when she straddled his legs, it was staring
straight up at the entrance to Jan's ruby-colored gate.  He didn't insert
it into her, but rather ran it back and forth, back and forth within the
slickness of her labia.  Just as the hand was about to end, Jan grabbed his
cock and impaled herself on it.  Waves of pleasure racked her face and
before anyone could stop the action, Jan came with an explosive scream. 
She held onto the edge of the table and began bouncing on Jack for all her
worth.  Jack valiantly held on until he joined her screams as he shot his
hot liquid deep into her box.

   Everyone sat there mesmerized by what they had just witnessed, until I
spoke up and told them the show was over.  Jack had broken the rule so Jan
would no longer act as our waitress.  Everyone thought I was kidding until
I told Jan to collect up her clothes.  She stood there with her clothes in
her arms listening to everyone begging me to reconsider, saying it wasn't
Jack's fault - They said that it was Jan who had taken the action and they
shouldn't be punished for it.  I asked Jan what she thought about it.  Her
response was a smile and that she was my slave for the weekend and that my
wish was her command.  I told her to clean up, drop the clothes, and
return. When she returned I told her to sit on the edge of the pool table,
spread her legs wide open and begin playing with herself until she came.  I
then laid her back on the table and everyone gathered around.  I had two
guys start sucking on her nipples and positioned another between her legs
and had him start licking her clit until she came.  Everyone wanted to take
turns fucking her.  I asked Jan how she felt about that but all she kept
moaning was that my wish was her command.  Everyone took turns fondling,
licking, and sucking to their hearts content.  I then took her off the
table and told everyone to get undressed.  Everyone was obviously excited
and I pointed out to Jan the effect she was having on everyone there.  I
then had her pick out two of the guys.  She bent over to suck on the first
guy and the second one began fucking her doggy style.  When they were
finished, two more took their place.  When they were finished I had her lay
on the carpet for the fifth guy to raise up her legs and enter her from
above.  Jan reached out and grabbed two of the guys and started jerking
them off while the other two played with her breasts.  I have no idea how
many times Jan came, but it almost seemed continuous.  It appeared that Jan
had as much fun at this as each of the guys and when everyone had been
satisfied I told her she could leave and I would be with her shortly.  I
ended the game and ushered each out.  It was then my turn.  Even though she
had more orgasms than I could count during the evening, it didn't take long
until she was screaming my name and saying, "yes...yesss...yesssss".  We
fell asleep in each others arms.  It was a birthday I will never forget.

   The next morning I told her how much I had enjoyed my birthday present
and just how much I truly loved her.  She said that except for the spanking
she had a fabulous time.  She had never realized just how turned on a
person could get and the intensity of her orgasms were beyond anything she
could have imagined.  She was curious what other adventures I might have in
store for her.  I promised her I would give it considerable thought.  I
asked if there was anything she would not do if I asked.  She said she was
putting her complete trust in me, confident that I would never ask her to
do anything that would put her in danger.  Beyond that, anything goes. 
Over the next few months we tended to fall into much of the same things we
had done in the past but it never seemed to lose the flavor of excitement
we had savored when first attempted.  We almost got kicked of the ski slope
when Jan thought it would be neat to ski topless and the pictures I got of
her as a naked snow angel were priceless.

   I now had the wife I had always dreamed about.