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My Perfect Wife - 4
by Mikem00007 (mikem00007@hotmail.com)

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A continuation of efforts to lead a properly reared 
Catholic girl to the thrills sexual inhibition can 
bring. (MMF, exh, tor, bd, beast)

***

Author Notes: This Story is true; however it is not my 
story. In the story I published earlier titled My 
Perfect Wife I described how 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 and write this 
story for him. 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. In 
continuation stories recently posted I mentioned the 
book of coupons presented to me on my birthday and what 
happened when the first two were used. This is a 
continuation of that story. I would recommend reading 
the other parts before this. 

The original story can be found at www.asstr.org under 
authors, mikem00007. Part 2 is located in Kristen 
Directory 57 and Part 2 is in Directory 58. It is still 
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. My Email 
address is mikem00007@hotmail.com.

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PART 4

It has been a couple of months since Jason's birthday. 
I now had eight coupons from Jan that committed her to 
doing whatever the bearer desired for 24 hours from the 
time the coupon was presented. I considered these 
coupons to be a valuable commodity that should not be 
squandered recklessly. 

By now exhibitionism had become a routine part of our 
life, and as it so happens what becomes routine 
sometimes begins to lose the spark of excitement 
experienced at the beginnings. I had spent considerable 
time trying to determine what other avenues of 
excitement might be open to us. It wasn't until reading 
ads from various swinger groups that an idea for our 
next adventure developed.

We woke to a glorious June morning with the sun 
streaming through our bedroom window. I watched Jan as 
she slept and marveled at what a stunning picture she 
presented. As she lay there on her back I gently pulled 
the covers off her and lay back taking in her naked 
form and thanking the Lord for providing me such a 
gorgeous soul mate. She must have sensed me watching 
her as she slowly opened her eyes and turned her head 
to look up at me. 

She smiled as I gently kissed her lips. My hand slowly 
traveled the distance from her neck, across her 
breasts, to the tip of her vagina where I began to 
gently make circular motions across her clit. My 
arousal became even more evident as she reached over 
and wrapped her slender fingers around my cock and 
began to slowly move her hand up and down my shaft. Our 
lips stayed glued together as we continued masturbating 
each other. I broke off the kiss and rolled over on top 
of her as she wrapped her legs around my waist. 

I wasted no time trailing kisses down her body, 
stopping a few minutes to give adequate attention to 
her erect nipples, and ending up with my mouth firmly 
attached to her pussy. Her passion continued to rise as 
I repeatedly lubricated her clit with my tongue. 

When she began moaning that she needed me inside her I 
positioned myself so my cock was just inside her slit. 
I began running my cock head up and down her slit, 
stopping each time at the entrance of her cunt to 
slowly insert the head of my cock and withdraw it to 
continue its up and down travels. When she got to the 
point that she began begging me to quit teasing and 
fuck her I rolled off her, reached over to my night 
stand, picked up one of her coupons and handed it to 
her. She nodded her acceptance and pleaded with me to 
finish what I had started. I happily complied.

As she got out of the shower I told her she was to stay 
naked until I gave her the clothes I wanted her to wear 
for the day. By now she was comfortable being naked at 
home and often did the house work in the nude. What she 
forgot though was she had promised to show Susan, our 
next door neighbor, how to bake the chocolate-cherry 
cake that Jan was famous for in the neighborhood. It 
was about 11 am when Susan rang the front door bell. 

Jan panicked when she saw who it was and remembered why 
she was there. I answered the door and asked her in. 
Susan's mouth flew open as she entered the kitchen and 
saw Jan standing there in her altogether. Susan 
stuttered as she apologized for interrupting and she 
would come back at another time. I told Susan to stay 
and Jan would explain what was going on. Jan started at 
the beginning and highlighted her on our exhibitionist 
games. 

Susan initially didn't believe her until I went to the 
bedroom and returned with the coupon I had given Jan 
that morning. I told Susan she had stumbled onto our 
secret and asked her to keep it to herself, and if she 
was not too uncomfortable with Jan's nudity Jan would 
show her the secrets of her cake.

Susan could not keep her curiosity in check and began 
asking questions about our "arrangement". When Jan 
looked over at me for guidance I told her that she had 
done nothing to be embarrassed about and should satisfy 
Susan's curiosity. As they went through the cake 
preparation process, Jan provided more details of her 
experiences starting with the first blackmail letter. 
While the cake was in the over, I retrieved the video 
that her husband Tom had seen, and put it in the 
machine for her viewing. 

It was hard to gauge Susan's reaction, but she stayed 
glued to the screen through the entire tape. At the 
end, Susan admitted she did not know if she could have 
gone through with doing what Jan had done. The bell for 
the cake went off and I left the room saying that if 
Susan was interested, we would be glad to share some of 
the other pictures we had of Jan's adventures and if 
she was really interested we might be able to help her 
experience some of what Jan was experiencing. Jan later 
told me that Susan admitted to being both fascinated by 
this other side of her and wondered if she would have 
the nerve to do the same. Jan left it by saying she 
would be glad to discuss it anytime she wanted. 

Shortly after Susan left a FedEx van pulled into the 
driveway. When I saw the van, I told Jan what I wanted 
her to do. She wasn't sure it was a good idea, being we 
were at home and all, but agreed. I gave her a medium-
sized towel from the bathroom to wrap around herself 
and one for her hair. When she answered the door she 
apologized for not being dressed, but had just gotten 
out of the shower. 

The FedEx driver smiled as he looked her over, 
especially since the edges of the towel were barely 
together. When she took the package being delivered she 
released the towel as I had instructed, letting it fall 
to the floor. Suddenly she was standing naked in the 
doorway with her tits covered only by the package she 
was holding. Appearing flustered she turned, bent over 
to place the package inside the door, thereby providing 
a clear and very tantalizing view of pussy. She then 
reached over and re-secured the towel. She said she was 
so sorry, to which the driver replied that it was no 
problem and that she had made his day.

I decided we would have a late lunch in town so I 
brought Jan into the bedroom and pointed to the clothes 
I wanted her to put on. Lying on the bed was an orange, 
lightweight blazer and a black and orange print skirt. 
She commented on the lack of underclothes, but was not 
surprised when I said she would not need them. The 
blazer I picked was a two button affair and could be 
worn without a blouse, but Jan would have to be careful 
about leaning too far forward because it would swing 
out revealing her naked condition. It also was long 
enough so that the bottom ended a few inches below her 
butt. 

I remembered when she bought it that she wanted the 
length to be at the tips of her fingers. Her full skirt 
ended about two inches above her knees. To complete the 
look, I wanted her hair in an upsweep, leaving her neck 
bare. Her only jewelry consisted of a pair of black 
onyx, stud earrings. Jan asked what I had in mind, but 
I only told her that anticipation was an appetizer to a 
great meal and guided her to the car.

Jan was kind of surprised when we pulled into the metro 
parking lot. She started to ask a question, but I 
stopped her and told her she was not to speak unless 
spoken to. We got out of the car and after I retrieved 
a small shopping bag from the trunk, boarded the train. 
Jan was surprised when I slid into the seat first, 
placed the shopping bag on my lap and had her sit next 
to me on the outside. Passenger traffic was moderate to 
light as we moved from station to station. Jan was 
still not sure what was going on. I hadn't asked her to 
do anything but sit there. 

However, when we were a few stops from the city I 
leaned over and whispered in her ear that the fun was 
about to begin. As she looked at me, I told Jan to undo 
her skirt and hand it to me. She started to say 
something, but stopped when I put my fingers to her 
lips. I asked her if she trusted me and when she nodded 
yes I held out my hand and said, "Skirt please." 

She looked around and when she saw that no one seemed 
to be paying any attention to us she reached around to 
the side, undid the button at the top of the zipper, 
lowered the zipper, and rose up to remove the skirt. 
When she did this, the front flaps of the blazer gaped 
open and she realized she was exposing her self to 
anyone looking her way. 

As she lowered herself to the seat she saw that she had 
indeed been observed by a man a few seats down near the 
door and across the aisle from her. Red faced, she 
lowered her eyes and slid the skirt off her legs. When 
she looked up she saw the man still watching her as she 
folded the skirt on her lap and put it in the bag, 
feeling very self conscious of her situation. 

When she crossed her legs, her only exposure was a long 
expanse of leg. She checked her blazer to make sure she 
was covered and stared straight ahead. As we proceeded 
to the next station she saw that the man who had seen 
her had said something to the man seated next to him 
and that both were watching her intently. She mentioned 
it to me and I acknowledged I already knew. As we 
started to approach the next station I told Jan that 
this was our stop and she should get up and move toward 
the door. This put her right in front of the two men 
who were watching her. 

As we were starting to slow down I told Jan to reach up 
with both hands and hold onto the support pole. When 
she did this, her blazer rode up and the front flaps 
spread open. I told her to look and each of them and 
give them a smile. Both men were treated to the sight 
of a naked pussy no more than three feet in front of 
them until the train stopped and the door opened. As we 
exited the train the men mouthed "Thank you". I told 
Jan she had not only done well, but she had given at 
least two men something to talk about for some time to 
come.

As we walked down the boulevard from the Metro station 
I took the opportunity whenever we approached guys 
coming toward us to lift up the back of Jan's blazer 
and rub her ass. I told Jan she was to keep her arms at 
her side, knowing that with her blazer up at the back, 
the front flaps would be open to the bottom button 
exposing her from the pubic mound on down. I kept this 
up until we arrived at this art studio I had heard 
about at work. 

I had gotten the idea from the Sports Illustrated 
models section where the girls were wearing body paint 
and thought I might see how it would work out. I had 
already contacted the owner and explained what I wanted 
and he was only too eager to accommodate me. The owner 
said we could go into one of the back rooms, but I said 
that would not be necessary. I told Jan to remove her 
blazer because she was about to become the artist's 
canvas. The transformation took a little over two hours 
and during this time a small crowd had gathered in the 
shop as word got out in the neighborhood. 

His creation was exactly what I was looking for. He 
painted a multi-colored short-sleeved T-shirt "top" 
that ended about an inch or two above her belly button. 
The pattern of flowers, stems, leaves amid a swirl of 
background colors almost completely hid the fact that 
one was looking as naked skin. If I looked very closely 
I could make out her erect nipples. The "bottom" was a 
matching pair of multi-colored shorts that ended at mid 
thigh. I had seen girls on the streets dressed in form 
fitting clothes similar to the "clothes" that now 
covered my wife. The effect was amazing. 

There she was standing completely nude, but even when 
you looked very carefully you couldn't really be sure 
she wasn't covered. I put Jan in front of a set of 
dressing mirrors and asked what she thought of her new 
clothes. She said, "Let me guess, this is all you are 
going to allow me to wear the rest of the day." I 
smiled and when the artist had finished drying the 
paint with a hair dryer, I helped her put on her 
sandals, grabbed her hand and the shopping bag, and 
headed out the front door of the studio to the applause 
of the audience we had gathered. 

Jan's initial reaction was to cover herself up. When I 
told her she was drawing attention to herself, she 
dropped her hands and stood there with her arm through 
mine. She quickly realized that other than a few 
admiring glances from the men who walked by, no one 
seemed to realize she was completely nude. She had just 
redefined the concept of skin tight clothes. My only 
concern was that from the back it was really hard to 
avoid the appearance of a naked ass and I really didn't 
want to spend the rest of the day trying to keep us 
both out of jail. 

I reached into the shopping bag and withdrew a 
lightweight jacket I brought. I tied the sleeves around 
her waist, covering her ass, and off we went. It took 
about a half hour before Jan became comfortable with 
her situation. She was amazed that she could walk 
through the downtown area dressed in nothing but paint 
and no one seemed to be the wiser. 

She whispered in my ear that she was getting really 
turned on by all this and was concerned that her 
growing excitement would begin to show since the artist 
had not been able to completely paint the interior of 
her pussy. I told her we would head on back after 
grabbing something to eat and headed over to a sidewalk 
café that was just down the block.

We had just finished our meal when a black Lincoln 
Towncar pulled up to the curb. A middle-aged guy got 
out of the car and walked over to our table. When she 
looked up the man reached out and handed her a piece of 
paper. It was one of her coupons. I heard him asking 
Jan if she was willing to fulfill the conditions of the 
coupon and, after getting a nod from me, agreed. He 
handed her a pair of wrap around dark glasses that had 
been painted black on the inside. He then told her they 
were going for a ride and that her car was waiting. 

I could tell Jan was very unsettled by this, but took 
the hand that was offered and allowed herself to be 
guided to the back door of the car. She was not aware 
that I would be right behind her. As far as she could 
tell I was allowing a complete stranger to take her 
away dressed in nothing but paint to a fate she could 
only imagine. 

As she entered the car she heard the guy in the back 
say he had anxiously been awaiting her arrival. 
Unbeknownst to her I was in the front passenger seat. 
She was pushed to the center of the seat and the guy 
who had presented the coupon sat on her right. She was 
told to close her eyes as they removed the glasses and 
tied a black scarf across her eyes. I then watched as 
the sleeves of the jacket were untied and pulled out 
from behind her. There was insufficient space in the 
back for her to cross her legs so she pressed her knees 
together. The coupon man told her to relax and let her 
legs swing open, which she did. As the car drove off 
she knew she was exposed to everyone in the car as it 
drove off.

The thing that initially threw Jan off was that even 
though she was exposed to at least three men, no one 
touched her. She later told me that this experience 
both scared and excited her. As far as she knew I had 
just turned her over to a group of strangers to whom 
she had committed to doing whatever they ordered. We 
rode for about a half hour and drove up to a large 
ranch-style house in what appeared to be an upper 
middle-class neighborhood. Jan was helped out of the 
car and led to the front door. Upon entering the house, 
her sandals were removed. She was guided into what 
appeared to be a recreation room. 

Present was a couple and three women I assumed were 
wives of the three men in the car. The man who had 
presented the coupon announced that the evening's 
entertainment had arrived. As Jan stood there, everyone 
gathered around her, touching her hair, running their 
hands lightly over her body, commenting on how lovely 
she looked, and the fact that her husband had not 
exaggerated about how perfect she was. They also 
commented on how completely the paint hid the fact she 
was nude. This comment added to Jan's belief and 
anxiety that I was not present.

The first thing they did was to position her in a wide 
doorway and placed Velcro strips attached to a rope 
around her wrists. They then ran the rope through an 
eyelet that had been secured to the overhead framework 
and fasten the rope to a cleat on the side wall when 
her arms were outstretched above her head. They next 
opened her legs and placed a spreader bar attached to 
Velcro strips around her ankles. Once she was secured 
in place everyone moved back to admire their handiwork 
and take pictures of their prize. 

They then began to clean off the paint. I sat back with 
a drink in my hand as I watched Jan's nudity emerge 
from the multi-colored "clothes" she had been wearing. 
The first areas to be cleaned were her breasts. It 
looked like she was wearing a top with holes cut out 
for her breasts. They stopped for a few minutes to play 
with her breasts. I watched as two of the women took a 
nipple between their teeth and as they closed their 
lips on her breast, sucked the nipple into their mouth, 
pulling back until the nipple popped out. 

The effect was to elongate her nipples so they stood 
out even further than normal. They did this several 
times, much to Jan's obvious enjoyment. The next area 
was her pubic mound. Once cleaned, one of the men knelt 
in front of her and began lapping up the juices 
beginning to flow from her. Every time Jan pushed her 
pelvis forward for harder contact, the man pulled away. 
By now her clit was clearly evident. The man wrapped 
his lips around it and sucked it into his mouth, 
liberally beating it with his tongue. When it appeared 
she was about to cum, he pulled away as the paint was 
removed from the rest of her body. 

As a group they gently ran their nails across her body, 
ran their tongues up and down her body, tweaked her 
nipples, and rained kisses on her neck, ears, lips, 
arms, legs, breasts, ass, and pussy. Goosebumps spread 
across her arms and legs as the group hit sensitive 
area after sensitive area. The expressions on her face 
and the movements of her head told me the attention she 
was getting was really turning her on. 

This went on for about 15 minutes when one of the women 
reached into her glass and removed an ice cube and 
began circling her breasts. One after another they all 
joined in running ice cubes over her body, paying 
particular attention to her perky tits and exposed 
clit. Jan's body jerked back and forth as cubes were 
placed against different parts of her body. When the 
ice had melted, one of the women went over to an 
adjoining table and picked up a pair of nipple clamps 
attached to a slender silver chain. 

One at a time she massaged Jan's nipples until they 
again stuck out about an inch, and then attached a 
clamp to the extended flesh. I don't think Jan 
initially felt the pinch because of the ice, but as the 
coldness left her tits I knew she could feel the pinch 
by the moaning sound that escaped her lips. They then 
reached down and began massaging her clit which had 
already been coached it out of its hiding place, and 
continued pulling on it until it stood out like a large 
pencil eraser. 

Once they were satisfied it had reached its maximum 
length, they took a small plastic clip like you might 
secure a bag of chips with and clamped it to the flesh 
above her clit, trapping it in its extended position. 
This clamp also had a silver chain attached, which they 
clipped to the chain hanging from her breasts. 

The women moved to seats next to the man they were with 
that evening and began making out with them. One 
approached me, but I gently declined as I watched my 
wife standing there wondering what was going to happen 
to her next. She told me later that the pressure of the 
clamps seemed to be replaced by a heated, but not 
unpleasant sensation that seemed to focus her total 
attention on her breasts and clit. She could hear the 
opening of zippers and hear the sounds of oral sex 
going on around her. 

A short while later, one of the men approached Jan and 
began pulling on the chains until the blood-trapped 
nipples stood out even further. I couldn't tell whether 
the moans coming from her were sounds of pleasure or 
pain. This continued for a few more moments and then 
they were removed. It only took a short while before it 
became evident that the rush of feeling back to her 
nipples and clit were sending signals of pleasure and 
pain to the affected areas.

One of the women then approached with what appeared to 
be a small, narrow Teflon coated spatula. She walked 
behind her and began applying light smacks to her 
cheeks. I was about to get up and put a stop to it, 
knowing Jan did not like being hit, but the man next to 
me put his hand on my arm and said, "Give it a couple 
of minutes. Ingrid is a master at this. I can guarantee 
favorable results." Ingrid then changed her pattern. 
She increased the intensity of her strokes, followed by 
gently running her hand over the area she had just hit. 
As she continued, she began gradually running her 
fingers down her ass crack and over her open cunt. 

At first Jan did not respond, but gradually began 
raising her ass to meet the approaching fingers probing 
her cunt. Ingrid came around to the front and began 
lightly striking her breasts and pussy. The spatula was 
narrow enough that she was able to make full contact to 
her exposed clit. Again, each hit was accompanied by a 
gently massaging of the area struck. The moans now 
coming from Jan were those of pleasure, not pain. This 
continued for about ten more minutes until she was told 
they thought that Jan was ready for the next step.

As a group, the men approached Jan. They removed the 
Velcro straps from around her wrists and ankles, 
allowing her arms to fall to her side. Once released, 
she was not able to hold herself up and fell into the 
waiting arms around her. She was lifted up and placed 
on her back on a short table about three feet wide in 
another part of the room. The table stretched from just 
above her shoulders to just below her butt. Her arms 
were once again secured by Velcro straps to cleats on 
the legs of the table. Her legs were spread wide open 
and secured around the legs. In this position her head 
hung back over the table edge, and her pussy was spread 
open about four inches past the edge of the table's 
edge. In this position, the lips of her pussy were laid 
out flat, fully opening up her slit, causing her clit 
to be completely exposed, sticking up like an erect 
penis. 

One of the men reached over and picked up what looked 
to be an ostrich feather and began running it over her 
upper body. Another feather was picked up and was 
applied to her legs, stomach, and exposed clit. The 
effect on Jan was immediately evident. The moans of 
pleasure and undulation of her hips as the feather was 
passed over her clit completely overshadowed what had 
to be an uncomfortable position. Her slit continued to 
open up and her fluids flowed out and across her inner 
thighs. 

While her breasts were being attended to by two of the 
men, a third knelt between her thighs and getting real 
close began blowing hot air on her clit. He then 
grabbed her clit between his lips and began sucking on 
it like it was a nipple on a baby bottle. By now Jan 
was in seventh heaven. He released her clit and began 
running his tongue in and out of her cunt. One of the 
women came over and began inserting her fingers into 
her. 

I watched in amazement as she began working four 
fingers up into her, followed by her thumb and began 
fisting her. The next thing I saw was a guy at her 
head, feeding his cock into her mouth. The position of 
her head allowed him to fully insert his cock. The 
impression of his cock could be seen as a bulge in her 
neck. He was careful however to give Jan sufficient 
time to breath. When the woman removed her hand, Jan's 
hole remained gaped open, and then slowly began to 
close until the gap was about a half inch. 

By now, one of the men had removed his clothes, 
positioned himself between her legs, and plunged into 
her slick pussy. As he pounded into her pussy, he kept 
working his thumb back and forth across his clit until 
both she and he cried out as their orgasms took hold. 
One after another the men had their way with her as Jan 
experienced orgasm after orgasm. 

The man next to me turned and said that we were now 
ready for the finale. I wasn't sure what they meant. It 
seemed that the group had fulfilled our bargain is 
spades. One of the men then approached Jan and began 
rubbing a cloth across her exposed slit. As I looked on 
with curiosity an adjourning door opened and a large 
German Sheppard was led into the room. I had read about 
women being fucked by animals, but had not considered 
exposing Jan to it. I decided to see how Jan reacted to 
this before taking any action. 

They led the dog up to Jan and released him. By now I 
figured the cloth they had rubbed on Jan must have been 
the scent of a bitch in heat. The dog put his nose up 
to her slit, then began lapping up the cum that 
continued flowing from her cunt. Jan immediately began 
responding to the tongue lashing she was receiving. Her 
breathing picked up considerably and the undulation of 
her hips made it obvious she needed a cock inside her. 

The man beside the dog kept him from jumping up on Jan, 
but instead held his head at her pussy. By now Jan's 
vagina had gaped open about three quarters of an inch 
and the dog took advantage to not only to lick her 
clit, but insert his rapidly moving tongue into the 
exposed gap. Jan began begging over and over, "Someone, 
please fuck me... please fuck me, please!"

The man holding the dog whispered to her that the only 
one up to the task was the animal currently licking 
her, but that if she wished they would release the dog 
to finish her off. Without a moments hesitation Jan 
agreed and the dog rose up over her exposed body. I 
noticed that the dog's cock was about 7 inches long and 
about as wide as a toilet paper roll. It only took a 
couple of seconds for his cock to find Jan's exposed 
slit and without any hesitation plunged his entire 
shaft into her. It was like watching a mechanical 
piston going in and out of her cunt. It looked like he 
was on a cycle of two insertions a second with no let 
up. Jan was loudly yelling, "Yes! Yes! Fuck YES! Oh god 
YESS!." She screamed as she came once more, but the 
pounding continued and so did her litany of pleasure. 

A large bubble at the base of the dog's cock appeared 
and I sat mesmerized as the dog forced it up and into 
Jan's stretch slit. Shortly afterward, the movements of 
the dog subsided as Jan lay fully satiated. As the dog 
pulled out, Jan moaned the loss of the object within 
her.

They finally untied her as she continued to lay on the 
table with cum seeping out her pussy and running down 
her legs. One of the women brought over a warm 
washcloth and began cleaning her up as Jan came down 
off her emotional high. Once clean she was lifted to a 
sitting position and assisted off the table. 

Once she was able to walk she was escorted, still 
blindfolded and naked, out to the car. I got into the 
back seat and Jan was placed inside beside me. Once 
back on the road I reach over and removed her 
blindfold. Once her eyes adjusted to being able to see 
again, she looked over and was pleased to see that I 
had not really left her alone. She snuggled up to me 
and fell asleep. When we got back to the Metro station 
where we had parked our car, I put Jan, still naked, 
into the car and drove home. As I helped her from the 
car I noticed Susan watching from her window.

The next morning, Jan came out into the kitchen. The 
freshness of her face, her smile, and the manner of her 
walk looked like a woman who had been thoroughly fucked 
the night before. I asked how she felt and she 
answered, "Wonderful!" She told me she had a great time 
the night before, but wasn't sure she would look 
forward to repeating the occasion. I gave her a hug and 
kiss and told her how glad I was she was my woman. 

The problem is, I have six more coupons and do not have 
the foggiest idea of how I am going to use them.

To be continued?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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