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Bonnie's Second Bet 
by TBERRR1 (tberrr1@aol.com)

***

My wife Bonnie never learns, you'd think after what I 
put her through the first time she lost a bet to me 
that she'd think twice about doing it again. But then 
maybe she likes being humiliated. (MMF, wife-sharing, 
exh, reluc)

***

Several weeks ago my wife, Bonnie, and I, made a bet 
on something about which we were both absolutely 
certain we were right. The bet was for one evening of 
whatever the winner wanted - total control. I won, and 
had a very exciting evening showing her off to a 
waiter in a local restaurant (See "Bonnie's First 
Bet"). 

At the time, Bonnie was excited, but not too keen on 
the idea of repeating the experience. As time passed 
and she had time to think about it, however, she 
seemed to change her mind. 

One afternoon she started a minor argument with me 
about something stupid - what time a certain show came 
on TV, I think - and bet me that she was right and I 
was wrong. The bet, predictably, was for the same 
stakes as last time: an evening of total control. I 
suspect she knew what time the show came on; it was 
just an excuse to make a bet she would lose, knowing I 
would want another adventure. 

Never one to disappoint, I set it up. The evening 
before I claimed my winnings, I talked to Frank about 
my plans, and he was more than willing to help out. I 
started off the evening by taking her to dinner at 
Ruth's Chris Steak House. It was a very nice meal with 
good wine and a couple of drinks. 

I'm sure Bonnie was expecting me to have her do 
something outrageous, but I was a perfect gentleman 
throughout the meal, except for a few vague hints 
about what was to come later in the evening. We 
stopped at a nice bar on the way home after dinner, 
and when we sat down I demanded her bra and panties. 
She got up to go to the bathroom, but I stopped her 
and said, "No, don't go anywhere. I want you to take 
them off right here." 

The bar was crowded but the lighting was subdued, and 
Bonnie complied with my wishes, trying to be very 
discrete. I'm sure a few people realized what she was 
doing, but I just smiled at them and no one made a 
scene. But you can bet Bonnie was the center of 
attention. She managed to remove her underwear without 
exposing too much and handed both her bra and panties 
to me. I put them in my pocket. 

Looking around, she saw several people watching her 
and realized they knew what she had done. She blushed 
prettily. I said, "Now unbutton your dress to just 
below your breasts." 

"But..." she began, then realized that would be a 
mistake, quickly did as I asked. She had quite an 
audience waiting to see what she would do next, and 
Bonnie knew it. I said, "Now let's just sit here and 
enjoy our drinks. You know how I want you to sit, 
don't you?" 

"Yes, sir," she said, and leaned forward on her 
elbows. 

It was a wonderful view, and traffic past our booth 
picked up considerably. When the waiter brought us our 
second drink she remained in her position, and I 
watched him as he gazed down the front of her blouse 
at her exposed breasts. He looked at me and saw me 
watching him. We traded conspiratorial smiles. 
Realizing I knew what he was seeing, and that it was 
alright with me, he hung around for a few minutes 
making small talk and enjoying her show. 

Bonnie didn't move and pretended she didn't realize 
that he had an unobstructed view down her blouse and 
could see all of both naked breasts. After he left, I 
told Bonnie to finish her drink. She did. 

"Now we're going to leave, but as you scoot out of the 
booth, knock your purse to the floor. Then get down on 
one knee and lean over and pick up your purse and 
whatever falls out of it." This was going to be tough 
for her. 

As she scooted out she left her purse on the bench and 
shoved it off with her hip. It made a loud noise when 
it hit the ground, and pretty much everyone turned to 
look. The bar got quiet. Those who had seen her remove 
her underwear knew what was coming, and no one made a 
move to help her. She looked at me, then at the purse 
and its spilled contents. Everyone was watching 
Bonnie. With a deep breath, she dropped to one knee 
and leaned over to pick up the various items that had 
spilled out. 

With a rather short skirt that was unbuttoned to just 
above mid-thigh and a top unbuttoned to below her 
breasts, you can imagine that it was next to 
impossible to keep anything covered. She knew she was 
putting on quite a show. Most everyone in the bar got 
a good look at her breasts, and everyone in the part 
of the room she was facing got a wonderful view up her 
skirt, but to her credit, she went through with it.

After she had picked up everything and had put it back 
in her purse I stood up, took her arm, and we walked 
out of the bar. Bonnie was so excited and proud of 
herself that she almost skipped to the car. 

I went home via the interstate, and just to keep 
things interesting I had her remove her blouse 
completely. When we passed a big truck I would reach 
over and fondle her breast. Twice when there were no 
other vehicles around I turned on the interior lights. 
We got a couple of appreciative horn toots, and I know 
she was embarrassed, but she didn't try to cover up. 

I guess she was afraid of what I would have her do if 
she did! Still giddy from the experience in the bar, 
when we got home she couldn't stop talking about it. 
She said that it wasn't as bad or as difficult as she 
thought it would be. She said she was embarrassed, 
afraid, nervous, and excited all at once, and she 
might even want to do something like that again 
sometime. 

Little did she know, "sometime" was a lot closer than 
she thought. When she finally paused to take a breath, 
I told her to go into the bedroom and undress. A 
little surprised, she followed my instructions. I had 
already tied some soft cord to the corners of our king 
size bed. I had her lay down, and quickly tied her 
nude and spread eagle on the bed. This was not really 
a first. We had experimented with light bondage a few 
times, but it was never a big part of our sex life. 

This time, though, she was in for a very big surprise. 
I was kissing her and running my hands over her body 
and she was getting really turned on. Then the 
doorbell rang. I quickly pulled the sheet up to her 
neck and went to answer the door, telling her I would 
be right back. I had arranged, of course, for Frank to 
come over fifteen minutes after he saw us return home. 
His grin was as big as mine when I answered the door. 
I motioned him to be quiet and led him back to the 
bedroom. When I walked in Bonnie said, "Who was...?" 
and then she saw Frank. 

I thought she was embarrassed at the bar, but her face 
went from red to pale, the back to red again as she 
realized she was caught playing at bondage, then 
remembered that she was naked under the sheet, then 
finally realized what I planned to do. "Oh my God!" 
was all she could say over and over again. Frank and I 
stood at the foot of the bed, savoring the moment. 

Finally I said, "Bonnie, you know I have wanted to 
show you off to Frank for a long time, and you 
wouldn't let me do it. Frank has always wanted to get 
a good look at your body, so tonight's the night 
you're going to make up both happy." 

I pulled the sheet down to just above her breasts. Her 
nipples were making two little tents in the sheet. 
"This is about all you're usually willing to let Frank 
see. Now I'm going to show him what he's been missing. 
Frank, take a look at this." 

With that, I very slowly pulled the sheet down over 
her terrific tits and down to her waist, exposing her 
to our gaze. She tried to pull her hands free to cover 
up, but all she accomplished was to make her tits 
bounce around enticingly. 

When she realized she couldn't do anything she stopped 
struggling. We moved up to sit on the bed, one of each 
side of her. He was telling her how sexy she looked 
and how much he liked her breasts. As I reached for 
her right breast, I said to Frank, "Touch her and feel 
how soft her skin is." 

He reached over and started to caress her left breast. 
She again moaned, "Oh my God!" Nothing else turns her 
on like playing with her breasts, and she later told 
me that having two men touch her at once for the first 
time was the most incredible rush she had ever 
experienced. 

After several minutes of both of us touching, rubbing, 
and sucking on her breasts, I said to Frank, "Her tits 
are really nice, but let me show you something truly 
magnificent." We moved to the foot of the bed and I 
again grabbed the sheet and slowly pulled it down her 
body. Bonnie was squirming and kept saying, "Oh my 
God, I can't believe you're really going to do this!" 

Slowly her pubic hair came into view, then we could 
see the outer lips of her vagina peeking out from 
between her spread legs, and finally the sheet was off 
completely. What a moment! There was my darling, 
proper, modest wife, tied to our bed, nude, with her 
legs spread wide open, with Frank standing there 
looking at her. And she couldn't move or cover up; all 
she could do was lie there and let him look. I had 
wanted this and fantasized about it for so long, and 
finally, here it was! 

We sat down between her legs and I reached up and 
spread the lips of her vagina wide open so we could 
see all the way up inside her. My hands were shaking. 
I had never been so excited. We could tell she was 
excited, too, because we could see her juices running 
down between from her vagina and onto her puckered 
anus. 

We both touched her and rubbed her and played with 
her, taking turns finger-fucking her and gently 
rubbing her clit. She was moaning and started arching 
her back, pushing her pussy up to meet our fingers. I 
had three fingers inside her and Frank was rubbing her 
clit when I said, "Go ahead and taste her." 

I guess that was all it took because she moaned, "Oh 
God yes!" and before his mouth even touched her I felt 
the rhythmic contractions that signaled her first 
orgasm. 

She had several more over the next hour or so as we 
kissed, rubbed, and sucked her until she was panting 
and covered in a sheen of sweat. As she was about to 
reach what must have been her fifth or sixth climax, I 
said, "Bonnie, it's after midnight so you've paid off 
the bet, but I want to keep going. Am I still in 
charge?" 

OK, I admit it. I took advantage of the situation. 
After all, who can say no when they are about to come? 
When she said, "Oh yes!" 

I said, "Frank, you heard her. I'm calling the shots, 
and I really think she needs to be fucked. Would you 
like to do the honors?" 

He wholeheartedly agreed and enthusiastically 
accepted. Bonnie said, "Oh my God, Tom, are you really 
going to let him do it to me?" I replied, "This has 
always been one of my favorite fantasies, Bonnie, and 
tonight it's really going to happen. Frank has seen 
you, felt you, and tasted you. Now he is going to fuck 
you while you suck my dick." 

As I moved up to the head of the bed I heard her say, 
"Oh my God" one more time. She eagerly took my cock in 
her mouth. Frank moved higher between her legs and put 
the head of his dick at the entrance to her vagina. He 
slowly slid his cock inside her and I heard the 
familiar little "unh" that always comes when I first 
enter her. It was done. Frank was inside her. She was 
being fucked by two men at once and obviously loving 
it! In fact, all three of us loved it. 

We took turns fucking and sucking her the rest of the 
night. Somewhere along the way she was untied and 
participated as enthusiastically as we did. Finally, 
sometime around dawn, we called it a night. Frank went 
home and Bonnie and I cuddled together and fell into a 
deep, satisfied sleep. The next morning (well, 
afternoon) Bonnie was very embarrassed about what we 
had done. She just couldn't believe Frank had fucked 
her, and that she had really acted the way she did. 
Even more, she couldn't believe how much really 
enjoyed it.

 We talked for a long time, and I finally convinced 
her I was completely comfortable with what had 
happened and not at all jealous or threatened. Once 
she realized how I felt about it, she agreed that it 
really was OK. After all, we all had fun, no one was 
hurt, and we're all still very good friends - closer, 
in fact, than we were before it happened. And besides, 
it was a HUGE turn-on for all three of us. 

Bonnie told me a couple of days later that once she 
got used to the idea she thought she might like to try 
it again sometime. It was such a radical change from 
Bonnie's previous modesty and proper attitude that I 
wondered if she was being entirely honest about her 
feelings. Then a week later, for my birthday, she gave 
me a book of six coupons, each one good for an evening 
of anything I want, "with no argument and no 
hesitation". I guess she really was being honest! 

END

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