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Bonnie's First Coupon 
by TBERRR1 (tberrr1@aol.com)

***

My wife Bonnie presides over our Super Bowl party. 
(M+/F, wife, exh, reluc, huml)

***

Timing is everything. Mother Nature cooperated 
beautifully and gave me an opportunity to use my first 
coupon (see "Bonnie's Second Bet in Kristen's 
Directory 79"). It was Super Bowl weekend. My wife, 
Bonnie, is not big on football, but I seldom miss a 
good game. Our compromise is that I get to stay home 
and watch the game with a couple of my friends while 
Bonnie and a couple of her friends go shopping. All in 
all, not a bad arrangement. 

For the Super Bowl I had invited Stan, a recently 
separated friend of ours from Manassas, to come spend 
the weekend with us. And, of course our next-door 
neighbor, Frank. Bonnie elected to meet two of her 
friends at the mall. Since that left their husbands, 
Mark and Greg, with nothing to do, I invited them to 
come watch the game, too. 

The guys started arriving around three. Bonnie was 
meeting her friends at five-thirty at the mall for 
dinner and shopping. Well, we live in Virginia. You 
may remember that on that particular Sunday we were 
hit with a huge ice storm. Around four o'clock it 
rolled in. The streets iced over, the malls closed, 
and it became obvious that the girls were not going to 
get to go shopping that day. Bonnie was stuck at home 
with us. 

Then the unthinkable happened: just before the start 
of the game the electricity went out. I did find a 
battery-run radio we could listen to the game on, but 
it just wasn't the same. Regardless, we were stuck; no 
one was going anywhere in that storm! At least we had 
plenty of beer and snacks, and a nice fire was burning 
in the fireplace with plenty of firewood to keep us 
warm. We closed the doors to the family room to keep 
the heat in, and it made a cozy haven from the storm. 

While we were waiting for kickoff we were talking 
about our favorite places to go around Richmond. 
Bonnie was out in the kitchen getting munchies and 
beer, and I mentioned the Melting Pot, where I took 
Bonnie on our first outing. With her out of the room, 
and under the influence of the raging testosterone, 
the beer, and the camaraderie, I told more about that 
evening than I had intended. I did not go into 
everything that transpired, but I did give a fairly 
explicit description of having Bonnie show her tits to 
our waiter. 

My story met with overwhelming and nearly universal 
disbelief. Frank, who already knew the whole story, 
was the only one who really believed it. After that 
evening and an adventure with Frank, Bonnie gave me a 
gift of six "anything" coupons, redeemable upon 
demand. This seemed like a good time to try one out. I 
slipped out into the kitchen and grabbed a bowl of 
chips to take in to the family room. 

As I reached for a cooler of beer with my other hand, 
I said to Bonnie, "Would you take this for me, 
please?" and handed her one of the coupons. Of course 
she took it, and by the time she realized what it was, 
I was out the door and back into the family room. 

According to the rules of the arrangement, I have 
total control from the moment she receives the coupon. 
Bonnie has to do whatever I tell her to do, when I 
tell her to do it, with no argument and no hesitation. 
The idea that she has no control over what she does 
releases her from any responsibility for her actions, 
so whatever she does is OK (at least that's the way 
she explained it to me). 

She hibernated in the kitchen for a while, until I 
called out for her to come back in and join us. She 
came into the family room and sat beside me on the 
couch, with Stan on her other side. Since we were 
listening to the game instead of watching it on TV, we 
had arranged ourselves in a loose circle around the 
coffee table and the food. Bonnie didn't say anything; 
she just came in and sat on the couch looking nervous. 

As the game went on and the beer flowed she relaxed. 
Near the end of the first quarter she got up to go to 
the bathroom. I pulled her back down and whispered in 
her ear that she was to take off her bra before she 
came back. She didn't reply, she just swallowed 
nervously and left. After she was out of the room, I 
said to those in the group who were skeptical of my 
account of the evening at The Melting Pot, "You may 
not believe my story about having Bonnie show off her 
tits, so I'm going to prove it's true. She has to do 
whatever I tell her to this evening. I told her to 
take off her bra. When comes back, don't say anything, 
but check out her tits." 

When she returned with that telltale bounce under her 
button-down shirt I saw some grins. I guess they were 
beginning to wonder if I might really be telling the 
truth. At the end of the quarter, someone - Greg, I 
think - said he had an anniversary coming up and 
wanted to go out somewhere nice. He said that someone 
had suggested The Melting Pot and asked innocently if 
any of us had ever been there. 

I said that we had been there a couple of months ago 
and I had really enjoyed it. "How about you, Bonnie?" 
I asked. "Did you have a good time, too?" 

Blushing, she gave me a dirty look, then said, "Yes, 
it was a very enjoyable evening." 

Greg, acting innocent, persisted, "What made it 
special?" 

She hesitated and looked at me. 

"Tell him the truth, Honey. Tell him what happened." 

"Everything?" 

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

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

"Bonnie," I said, "you're arguing and hesitating. You 
must not remember the lesson you learned at the 
restaurant. You have to do what I say, when I say, 
with no argument and no hesitation. You know if you 
don't follow the rules the penalty is always worse 
than the original demand, and you just earned a 
penalty. Now go ahead and tell them what happened." 

She hung her head and said, "He made me show my 
breasts to our waiter." Shouts of "No Way! 
Outstanding! All right!" echoed around the room. When 
the noise died down I said, "Thank you, Bonnie. I'm 
proud of you. Now, about your reminder/punishment: 
instead of just telling them you showed your breasts, 
you are going to show them what you did. Unbutton your 
blouse just like you did in the restaurant." 

"Honey, come on. Don't make me do that in front of all 
these guys! I just CAN'T!" 

"You're arguing again, Bonnie. That, too, will cost 
you. Now do what I told you to do. Unbutton your 
blouse." You could have heard a pin drop as she 
reluctantly reached up to unbutton her top button. 
Blushing furiously, she opened it, then the second 
button, then the third. At this point we could see the 
inside curve of her breasts. 

Glancing at me, she unbuttoned the fourth button, and 
finally, the last button. Her blouse was now 
completely open to her waist, but still covering her 
breasts. "Good. Now, Bonnie, show them how you showed 
yourself to our waiter." 

Still looking at the floor, her hands slowly rose to 
grip the sides of her blouse. Then she clutched the 
blouse with both hands and looked at me and shook her 
head. "I'm sorry, Tom. I can't do this. I'm just too 
embarrassed." 

"Bonnie, look. The deal is that I have complete 
control. I'm not going to let anything bad happen. But 
you're not going to get out of this. You have to do 
it. Now, no more hesitation. Open your blouse and show 
them your breasts." 

She looked at me, then at the floor. Then she took a 
deep breath, wet her lips, and slowly pulled apart the 
sides of her blouse, allowing an unobstructed view of 
her magnificent breasts. Holding her blouse open, she 
asked me, "Are you sure this is really what you want 
me to do?" 

"Yes, my love, I'm sure. As I said, I am very, very 
proud of you. Now since you argued with me - twice - 
you have two penalties coming. Your first penalty is 
that you don't get to wear anything above the waist 
the rest of the day." I held out my hand. "You aren't 
going to need your blouse any more. Give it to me." 

She slid her blouse off her arms and allowed me to 
take it with only token resistance. So there she sat, 
topless, in front of five guys. To her credit, she sat 
up straight and didn't try to cover up. She was 
embarrassed, but seemed to be determined to do 
whatever I asked. 

If any of the guys doubted what I had told them 
earlier, all skepticism was gone now. No one said 
anything; they all just sat there staring at Bonnie's 
breasts. I know she was really uncomfortable sitting 
there partially naked in front of our friends. But 
they complimented her and congratulated her on being 
so brave, and slowly she relaxed a little. She even 
managed a little smile and a "thank you". 

After a few minutes I said, "I'm afraid you're not 
quite done yet, Bonnie. You argued with me twice, so 
you still have another punishment to coming. Tell them 
what else I made you do in the restaurant." It got 
very quiet in the room. "You made me you show the 
waiter my pussy," she said, almost in a whisper. 
Stunned silence, then more shouts of approval from the 
men. 

When it got quiet, I said, "That is what will be your 
second punishment will be. Stand up, Bonnie." Slowly 
she stood up in front of the couch. "Now," I said, 
"take off your jeans." You could tell she was 
absolutely dying of embarrassment, but she slowly 
unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans, and worked them 
down over her hips and onto the floor. She stepped out 
of them, and I tossed them to the other side of the 
room. 

She was wearing low-cut white panties, and you could 
see the bulge of her mound and the dark shadow of her 
pubic hair. She started to sit down, but I said, "No, 
not yet, Honey. They still can't see your pussy. Take 
off your panties, too."

She took a deep breath (which did wonderful things for 
her breasts), hooked her thumbs into the waist-band, 
and slowly, reluctantly, pulled off her last skimp of 
cover. I tossed them across the room as well. She now 
stood totally, completely naked in front of five men. 
There was a round of spontaneous applause, and a whole 
series of heartfelt compliments. 

She sat back down of the couch and covered her face 
with her hands. "I can't believe I did this. I am so 
totally embarrassed! Please, please, PLEASE don't let 
anyone else know about this, guys. I'd just die of 
embarrassment!" 

Everyone quickly assured her that none of this would 
leave the room. I said, "I think they'll all keep your 
secret, Bonnie. But since you're already naked, I want 
to prove a point to you. You know I love to show off 
your body. It's exciting for me, and I've always said 
the any guy lucky enough to catch a glimpse of it 
would enjoy it and really appreciate it. I don't think 
you truly believe that, and this is a great time to 
prove it to you. We're all fairly typical males here. 
I want to be sure each guy here gets a good long look 
at your body -- all of it -- and I want you to see how 
much we all like looking at you.

"I want you to know in your heart how much an average 
guy appreciates it when he gets a chance to see your 
body. Here's what I want you to do: stand up again, 
and go around the circle and stand in front of each 
guy. Let him look at you, front and back. Let him 
touch and caress you if he wants to. Give him a chance 
to really appreciate your body. And while each of them 
is doing that, I want you to watch them and see how 
much they are enjoying the opportunity you are giving 
them. Then maybe you'll understand what a favor you 
are doing for any man who gets a chance to see you." 

She didn't say a word, just got up and went over and 
stood in front of Mark, whom she probably knew least 
well of any of us. With her arms out to her sides, she 
slowly turned in a complete circle. When she was 
facing him again, he shyly reached out and stroked one 
of her breasts. "Beautiful," was all he said. When 
neither Bonnie nor I objected to him touching her, he 
put his other hand on her other breast and gently 
kneaded them. After a few moments he let go and said, 
"Thank you."

Bonnie walked on to stand in front of Greg. He was 
less shy. Taking his cue from Mark, he reached out and 
cupped both breasts, weighing them in his hands, and 
running his thumbs across her hard nipples. She 
sighed. Bonnie has very sensitive breasts, and I knew 
she was getting turned on. As she turned in front of 
him, he let his hands slide over her ass, and when she 
was once again facing him, his hand was on her vagina, 
cupping her sex. "I can feel her wetness," he said. 
"That is SO SEXY! Thank you, Bonnie." 

She was breathing hard as she moved on to Frank. After 
our previous adventure with him, he was intimately 
familiar with her body, and immediately eased two 
fingers up inside her while he leaned forward and 
sucked her nipple into his mouth. 

A groan escaped from her lips, and she tilted her head 
back to enjoy the sensation. Frank rubbed her pussy, 
getting his fingers soaked with her wetness. He 
reached further between her legs. 

She gasped and said, "Oh God, Tom, he has his finger 
up my ass!" 

"Let him do it, Bonnie. Frank is an ass man. In fact, 
give him a better look at your ass. Turn around and 
spread your legs and put your hands on the floor." 

"Tom, no! That's not even sexy! I-I... aw, shit!" she 
groaned, realizing what she was doing. "I'm sorry! 
That won't count for a punishment, will it?" 

"Of course," I said. "Obviously you still need help 
remembering your promise. Now turn around, bend over, 
and spread em!" 

She turned to face me, her back toward Frank. Her eyes 
were shining and her breathing was fast. She bent at 
the waist and put her hands flat on the floor, then 
spread her feet. "How's the view?" I asked Frank. 

He put one hand on each butt cheek and spread them far 
apart. "Now that's excellent!" he replied. "She has a 
great ass and a really cute little asshole! Come look 
at this!" 

As the rest of us got up and moved around behind 
Bonnie, she said, "Oh God, I'm so embarrassed! I can't 
believe I'm doing this! No one has ever looked at me 
like this before!" 

"That's a shame, Bonnie. You look great! Give me a 
hand, Mark. Hold her open for me," Frank said. "I want 
to get my finger in her again." 

"No, please..." Bonnie said softly as Mark took over 
and spread Bonnie's cheeks again. No one paid any 
attention to her weak objection. 

We watched Frank dip his fingers in Bonnie's vagina 
again, then he slowly slid his index finger all the 
way in to her hole. He was moving his finger in and 
out of her ass, fucking her with his finger. Bonnie 
was moaning softly. "Aw, man, she is so tight and hot! 
This is great!" Frank removed his finger and Bonnie 
stood up while we all returned to our seats. 

"Am I done now?" she asked. 

I replied, "Not yet. I know that was hard for you, 
Bonnie, and you did really well, but Stan hasn't had 
his turn yet." 

She smiled bravely and walked over to stand in front 
of Stan. Stan ran his hands down her sides and reached 
around to cup her ass. He pulled her toward him and 
planted a kiss directly on her vagina. Judging from 
her reaction, his tongue was stroking her clit. He 
slid his fingers inside her while he continued to suck 
on her clit. She moaned again. I could tell she was 
very close to coming. But before she reached her 
climax, he stopped. 

"Delicious!" was his only comment. 

On shaky legs Bonnie made her way back over to the 
couch and collapsed beside me. "Thank you, Bonnie. I'm 
very proud of you. Did you enjoy yourself?" 

"I am totally embarrassed, and I am so turned on I 
can't stand it!" she replied. 

"Good. Are you convinced now that men really enjoy 
looking at you, and that we appreciate getting a 
chance to see or touch your body?" 

"Did you all really like looking at me?" she asked the 
group with a grin. 

Predictably, she got a unanimous positive answer. "And 
did you like doing the things you did to me, too?" 
Again, there was an enthusiastic positive response. 

She looked at me and said, "Well, if that's how they 
really feel, I guess I have to believe what you say. 
Guys really do like to see my body. I guess I'll quit 
worrying that I might offend somebody it I let them 
see more of me than they are supposed to see." 

"I'm glad you believe that, Bonnie, because I still 
have five coupons, and I promise you there will be a 
lot more men who will get to appreciate your charms."

Bonnie stood up and walked over to pick up her 
clothes. "Hang on, Bonnie. You still have one more 
penalty." 

She looked at me apprehensively. "What else do you 
want me to do?" 

"I think you'll like this one. Come sit beside me." 

When she was seated I said, "You really did well 
today. I pushed you pretty hard, and you did 
everything I asked you to do. I am very proud of you, 
and I think you deserve a reward." 

I lifted her closest leg and laid it over my leg. 
Stan, catching on quickly, did the same on her other 
side. Bonnie was now wide open to everyone's gaze, her 
vagina even more exposed than it had been earlier. We 
were all examining her intently. "You said a minute 
ago that you were really turned on. Does this turn you 
on, too?" 

She was breathing hard and her sex glistened in the 
light of the fire. "I think you're turning me into an 
exhibitionist. I'm really embarrassed, but God yes, 
being exposed like this and knowing men are looking at 
my naked pussy really turns me on." 

"Good. You have earned the right to climax. Go ahead 
and bring yourself off, Lover. Would you like us to 
watch you?" As her hands slid toward her vagina, she 
laid her head back on the couch and said, "Oh, this is 
so nasty! I don't care! Yes, I want you to watch me 
stroke my pussy! I want cum for you! I want everyone 
to watch me cum!" 

And there, in front of her very appreciative audience, 
allowed herself to experience not one, but three 
consecutive orgasms, each one more intense than I 
would have thought humanly possible. 

And that's how it happened, that Mother Nature allowed 
us to enjoy the most erotic and exciting night of our 
lives to date. It was a wonderful experience for 
everyone - we even got a thank you note! But the best 
part is that I still have five more coupons! 

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