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Freebieby deirdre, 8/18/95I watched the confused look in his eyes.
And the way understanding lit up in them as he read the pieces of
paper once more.  I was sure he was finding this hard to believe.*I*
was finding this hard to believe.  It was my husband Bill's birthday,
and I'd decided to come up with something wild.  *Really* wild.  And I
*did*: five little tickets, neatly done up on the computer, each one
with my own signature under the sentence: *Give this ticket to Jeannie
Greene and she will immediately and silently perform one oral sex act
on her knees, any time, any place, no questions asked.*I watched him.
What did he think of me?  I *knew* he'd like this, but what would he
think of me for coming up with this?  I *knew* I'd surprised him this
time--never in his wildest dreams..."This is rather surprising," he
said.  He has his little way of talking, being careful not to reveal
how he feels about something.  But I knew.  Even if he was a little
shocked, I knew he loved it.  And I knew I was grinning from ear to
ear.I was ready to ask "What do you think?"  I was going to lean over
and *make* him kiss me.  I looked down.  I realized he'd done it.  One
of the slips of paper was in my hand--I'd taken it without even
thinking, much less considering the consequences.I looked back at him.
He was giving me a considering look.  And waiting, obviously to see
what I'd do.  Would I do it?  I felt so wicked, and wondered whether
it showed on my face.  What did he think of his prim-and-proper wife
at *this* moment?I had the zipper open, kneeling between his legs.
Yes, his cock was a bit hard.  Not a word.  I slipped my mouth around
it.  No, we didn't do this all that often: I think I'd given him the
impression I didn't like it much and he was always considerate about
such things.  But even after I'd gotten more used to it, he hadn't
really picked up on that fact.  But *now* he would, or else he'd think
that this gift was costing me more than it truly was.Yes, he grew hard
quickly enough.  I glanced up to see his eyes--I wanted to see his
face while I did this.  Yes, he watched me.  He was happy--I could
tell.  No, it wasn't hard for me to do this any more.  Especially not
with him so happy.When he kissed me when we were done, I *definitely*
knew he was happy.  And when he whispered "I love you," in my ear.
No, we didn't talk about it, but he did declare me one-in-a-million,
and we did do it that evening.  And he was *oh-so-nice* to me.Then
came the torture.  Sweet torture I suppose--the part I hadn't
anticipated--the anticipation itself.  *When* was he going to use
another certificate?  I wondered if he would save them for a long
time: he can be that way sometimes.  On the other hand, it didn't seem
likely that he'd be able to resist temptation for long.I *knew* it
would be in some strange place.  When we were together, off somewhere,
I sometimes thought about it.  And it made me hot, too--I was getting
to be a little frisky in the evenings and I wondered if he knew why.
We'd be out together and I'd be thinking about it.  And theoretically
he could give one to me right in front of someone.  I knew he
wouldn't--that's why I could risk that.  But still, it all had me on
edge.And sure enough, I wasn't expecting it.  We were watching a video
right in our own home.  *True Lies*.  There was Jamie Lee Curtis in
the hotel room, and suddenly there was the coupon in my hand as Bill
watched.No it didn't bother me about Jamie Lee--in fact, it was a
relief to me that it was just Bill and me in our living room.  He lay
there on the couch with me leaning over his straight-up hard cock.  He
idly rubbed my hair as he watched the flick.Yes, we made love that
night.  And I thought about myself: I hadn't thought I was worried
about him demanding anything too strange, but the feeling of relief
that came over me told me that deep down, I'd been braced for the
worst.  After that, I think I relaxed a little, feeling a little more
fatalistic about it.  It was as if subconsciously I now realized that
any worry on my part could well be for nothing.Then I was in for a
shock.  My sister's and brother-in-law's house, my niece and nephew
running around.  He managed to get me to a bathroom door with no one
around, and then there it was, in his hand, being pushed into mine.  I
swear, I almost said something.  I was immediately in a panic, not
knowing what to do.  But while I was in indecision, Bill had me pulled
into the bathroom with the door shut.Fast.  I knew it had better be as
fast as possible if no one was going to miss us.  There was no more
indecision on my part, just my best effort to get him off as quickly
as I could.  I *know* he knew what I was doing.  He didn't say a
thing, the bastard.  But he must have been liking the danger: I got my
wish and we were out of there in no time flat.  As we walked out of
the bathroom, I smacked him on the rear.  I didn't know I could hit
him that hard, but it didn't seem to faze him a bit.  He turned around
and gave me a knowing grin.  Yes, we made love that night, and I
nearly went crazy.The next time I saw one of those coupons, it took me
seconds for it to sink in, then I went into a *real* panic.  No, it
wasn't my husband!  I'd sent my friend Cindy to get my car keys out of
the front of my purse, and there she was, with a wrinkled little strip
of paper held flat, reading and grinning.  I stood there, staring."You
guys must have some *fun* games," she finally said."Birthday present,"
I replied.  I felt relieved:  she *could* have said something quite
different, like how shocking I was or something.Then she'd handed it
to me and I went to return it to my purse, but something made me
pause.  She was looking at me, in a funny way.  Well, not *funny*, but
as if something significant were happening.  I was confused.But
somehow in my confusion, I looked down and read the slip.  And again.
Then it clicked: she'd just handed it to me.  *Give this ticket to
Jeannie Greene...*I didn't look back up at her, but sat there, staring
at the floor.  No, she *couldn't* mean it.  It was impossible.  My
mind raced.  The tickets were for Bill!  This one had already been
used!  This didn't count.Why was I having these thoughts?  I still
couldn't look at Cindy.  I forced myself to look up at her face--I had
to assess her thoughts.She didn't reveal a thing.  She just sat there
watching me, waiting.  But I felt it: she was *expecting* me to act!
Cindy?!  Me and Cindy.I had to say something--to object.  But if I
did, I'd be admitting that she was, well, thinking about me having sex
with her.  I *knew* she was, but I couldn't make myself admit that to
her.  What if she wasn't?Then she smiled, and giggled a little:
"you're so funny," she said.  And I knew she was just teasing me.
"You play games like *that* and you have to *expect* a little
trouble," she went on.  Yes, she's one to tease people, but I never
thought she'd pull one like *this*.Then, after that, when I was
walking with Bill, in the park, he gave me the next one.  Out in the
open, in a public park!  I realized he'd just looked up and down the
path, and we *were* a bit off the beaten paths.  I almost looked up
and down the path myself, but I thought fast: no, that was *Bill's*
job.  *Never* had we done anything like this in broad daylight, in the
middle of, well, a public place.  I was all nerves when I started, but
I sensed him keeping watch.  And it struck me how wanton I was being.
And I loved it.Our next-to-last time.  Sucking his cock, right there
in broad daylight in a public place--I'd known this would happen from
the first.  This is what I wanted!  At least in a way: this is what I
expected, and wanted to do for Bill.  Ye, I *did* like being wild,
even if some of the details put me on edge.  Even at my sister's.  I
kept sucking, bobbing my head, trying to make it good.  And I thought
about Cindy.  Somehow, there, doing it with Bill, Cindy came into my
mind.  She'd have me kneel in front of her, her pants down or her
dress raised?  I'd never thought of such a thing before, but now the
thoughts came unbidden as I continued to work on Bill.Yes, we did it
that night, I was so excited.  And I thought about Cindy again.  What
if she'd made me do it?  When Bill and I were done, I thought about
the coupons: Bill had just one more.  Just one more little adventure.
The rest were in the trash (carefully shredded) except the one still
in my pocket.As Bill slept, I thought about Cindy again.  She'd been
trying to use that wrinkled coupon from my purse!  A coupon that had
already been used!I got up briefly and retrieved the coupon that was
in my pocket.  I found Bill's wallet and slipped it back in.  Then I
lay down again.  And thought about Cindy some more.

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