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How it all began for Marilyn


How it all began for Marilyn

I take no credit for the following story. This story was
written several years ago by Marilyn’s ex-husband,
that she had found while reading stories on adult web site;
however, Marilyn says this is how her ex thought it happened.
Instead Marilyn had figured out very early on that something
was amiss. Marilyn said from this point on she just played
along, and that she was not the drunken bimbo he portrayed
her to be, she was just have great sexual adventures with
her then husband’s approval. She loved the attention
that was brought on by the sexy outfits she was asked to wear
as an exhibitionist and then came all the great sex with
other men later on. As Marilyn put she wasn’t going to
confess all of this to her husband at the time, because of
all the great sex she was getting whenever and wherever
with his approval and because she had found a new love. This
was that of being a very sexy exhibitionist that loved the
attention and the sex.

My wife, Marilyn and I have been married for 7 years. We are
both 27 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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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

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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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 traveled
up the highway 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 Marilyn – nothing. I went around to the passenger
side, opened Marilyn's door, completely unbuttoned
her dress and removed her bra and panties. I was initially
thinking of leaving her 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 Marilyn’s
dress down to her waist. 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 hem 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 opened 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 Marilyn’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 Marilyn’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. 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.

I then slowed up and let both trucks get ahead of me. 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 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 Marilyn’s dress so that it was almost closed,
but with her pussy still showing, and put her hand back on
my swollen cock. I then returned to the side of the truck
and continued moving Marilyn’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 again completely opened her dress and left her exposed
to the trucks as we traveled down the highway.

There were many, many appreciative truckers that day.
Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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 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 Marilyn. When it arrived, I immediately
took it to Marilyn to see. It basically stated that this
would be a test to see if we were serious about keeping the
pictures private.

Marilyn 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 my cell phone number and
he would contact me with further instructions. He gave
us the time to be there and warned that if we failed his test
we knew the consequences. Marilyn 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.
Marilyn then waited nervously for Saturday.

Before leaving for the mall on Saturday, I suggested that
Marilyn 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

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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn.

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 Marilyn
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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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. Marilyn 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.

I nodded into the phone again, and then told Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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 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 fucked into doing, 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

I wanted to build on the progress we had made so I planned
the next event to happen the next day. The next afternoon
I told Marilyn 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
Marilyn 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 Marilyn came back in the house she was then directed
to open the front room curtains and to stand in the 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 Marilyn
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 and that another run down the highway
might be appropriate, but this time with more participation
from Marilyn.

Bob's next email to me (for Marilyn to read) said that
if we continued doing as he desired he would return Marilyn’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 Marilyn
to a nice dinner in a downtown restaurant Friday evening.
Marilyn 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.

Marilyn 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, Marilyn’s cell phone rang. She answered it,
told me it was Bob and handed me the phone. I told Marilyn
that he complimented her on how nice she looked. I answered
into the phone so Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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

As the waiter took our order Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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. I tried
to console her by saying that she wasn't really showing
anything but the tops of her legs, She nodded her head in

When the waiter brought the salad, he couldn't help
but notice how much of Marilyn’s legs were showing above
her 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. Marilyn’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 Marilyn.

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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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 leave
her skirt as is, which she immediately did. She was clearly
relieved and did not appear to be concerned about how high
her skirt still was.

The previous evening we were given instructions that Marilyn
was to dress in the same sundress she had on originally,
no underwear, and on Saturday morning at 9 am we were to drive
South on the interstate. He would contact me on my cell phone
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. Marilyn was also to remove all pubic
hair except for a one-inch 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. It also contained
the usual warning of what would happen if she refused. Over
the rest of dinner Marilyn and I discussed what was being
done to her at length. I told her we should agree providing
we didn't have to pull the car into a secluded spot at
any point along the highway. 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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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, Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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
laid 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.
Marilyn’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
fucked into expose herself because of a change in her breathing

He then told her to start playing with her breasts until
the nipples stood out hard. It only took a few minutes because
her nipples are very, very sensitive. 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. He 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 then 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 Marilyn was being turned on.
He told us to fall in behind his truck and to follow him down
the highway.

Marilyn 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. Marilyn could hear the complements she
was getting as we passed truck after truck and with the alcohol
she had taken was beginning 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 Marilyn 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. Marilyn 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 Marilyn
even more and she kept her head turned toward me. Every once
in a while he would tell Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn’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.

Marilyn 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 Marilyn’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 Marilyn 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. She laughed
remembering how I liked to spin her and the skirt would sometimes
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. In the couple
of hours we were basking in the sun she downed the entire
batch, never realizing that I was not drinking. 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

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.
Marilyn 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 causing her to lose some of her inhibitions.

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 Marilyn 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 right side of the booth
so we were sitting side-by-side. I ordered a beer for me
and another margarita for Marilyn. 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 what was going on under her

After Marilyn 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. In my excitement
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 in a public place. The band
started playing a faster tune and Marilyn 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. Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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. When the song finished he returned
with Marilyn to the table.

He said he was by himself and asked if he could join us for
a bit. I agreed. Marilyn got into the seat next to me and he
proceeded to get in beside her. Marilyn 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

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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn’s skirt and
brought his hands back to the top of the table as if nothing
had happened.

I could see Marilyn was still 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. Marilyn 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 dropped one of his hands up under the front of her dress
and was busy finger-fucking her while she ground against

Suddenly Marilyn stood straight up and the look on her face
told me she was having an 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 dress 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 slightly exposed. I adjusted her seat
back so it laid completely back which caused the seat belt
to raise the skirt above the pubic hair stripe.

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. He 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. Marilyn
was just laid back in her seat during all this, completely

Marilyn 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 the front of her skirt pulled up until she had
what looked to be a fantastic orgasm.

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 not completely happy with the fact that some
other man had caused her to reach a climax, but I also found
it exciting at the same time. I went on to say that as long
as I was with her, I had no problem with anything she did.
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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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, Marilyn 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
preteens. I complemented her on how really sexy she looked.

On Saturday, we went through Marilyn’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. Marilyn 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. Marilyn 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 Marilyn’s calf, raised her foot up and removed
her sandal. He then started to put the shoe on Marilyn’s
left foot, moving her leg back and forth to get the heel in.

Both Marilyn and I realized he was spreading her knees 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 Marilyn’s slit.
Marilyn 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 Marilyn sat, her salesman proceeded to remove her
shoes in such a way that his arms kept Marilyn 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
Marilyn was excited.

We went through the same routine at the second store. But
by this time Marilyn’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 Marilyn 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. Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn a mini
that met the stated requirements. Most of the ones Marilyn
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 Marilyn’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 halter top that was designed to wear off the shoulders
that reminded me of something Daisy Mae would have worn.

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 Marilyn 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.

Marilyn 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 Marilyn said 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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn. He was a handsome man in a rugged sort of way somewhere
in his mid thirties. He told Marilyn 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 proceeded to blindfold her. 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. 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 said it had felt good. 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. Marilyn’s
breathing began to get ragged and her fluids flowed much
more freely. Marilyn was on a sexual high. Bob put his finger
under the elastic at the leg and began rubbing up and down
her slit until Marilyn 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 Marilyn
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 crack creating completely exposing
her swollen red pussy lips.

Bob asked Marilyn if she was still enjoying the sensation
and did she want us to continue. She said yes, and then added
please. He told Marilyn that if she wanted us to continue
that she had to remove her panties to allow us better access
to her. Without hesitation, Marilyn closed her legs, lifted
her butt, 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 in front of Marilyn.

She was told to put her legs 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. While 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. A few guys,
having heard Marilyn were attracted by the sight of the
white panties 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.

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 the guys in front 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. Bob then told her to unbutton and remove her
blouse. Her bra soon followed this. She was now sitting
completely nude surrounded by seven 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 Marilyn. 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 squeezing her
nipples while Bob went down on her. The effect his tongue
had on Marilyn 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 Marilyn to unzip
our pants and take out our cocks. Then as the John began licking
Marilyn’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. When we both shot our loads, we were replaced
by two of the other guys in front. She began stroking the
other two guys while the John continued to eat her out. She
finally came again, and 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

She fell forward against me while Bob told the guys to get
lost. He told Marilyn she had done a fantastic job and only
had a few more weeks to go. He told Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn
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 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 either
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 took a picture of one guy between Marilyn’s legs with
his tongue in her exposed pussy. I also got some pictures
of the other guy with his cock on Marilyn’s lips while
the first guy licked one breast while squeezing the other.
I thanked them for their help then got Marilyn’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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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 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 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
Marilyn. 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 week 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, Marilyn 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 Marilyn to sit. What appeared to
be a gentlemanly gesture hid the fact that he wanted Marilyn
facing the front of the restaurant.

During dinner he was witty and seemed to be charming Marilyn.
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 Marilyn’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, Marilyn was back in her "feeling friendly"
mood. Bob suddenly switched the subject and asked how Marilyn
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 Marilyn’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 Marilyn
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 to reach a small part of her pussy lips.
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 found her pussy.

Bob had her lift up so he could raise the bottom of her dress
to her waist. Bob asked if we should stop and Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn
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,
Marilyn 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 Marilyn and Bob and I ordered a
beer. When the band started up, Marilyn and I went out for
a slow dance. When Marilyn 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 Marilyn in between us, had her open her legs
again, and 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 Marilyn’s dress
and had his hands on her fully exposed cheeks.

By now there was no question. Marilyn was wearing no panties.
Marilyn 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 Marilyn’s dressed had been raised a few inches. You
still couldn't see her pussy, but the opening wasn't
too far below. I took Marilyn out on the floor next and while
dancing asked her to raise her zipper another few inches.
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.

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 Marilyn.
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 had her raise the zipper to her waist. The
sides of the dress were now spread wide enough to show everything
from the waist down. Everyone started looking over at our
table to see what was going to happen next. Bob helped Marilyn
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 table 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. He released
his cock from his pants and pulled Marilyn’s head into
his lap.

Meanwhile I had raised her dress so it was completely around
her waist and told her to unzip the dress further to give
me access to her tits. When he was ready, Bob put Marilyn
on his lap and inserted his cock into her sopping pussy.
He told her if she wanted to cum she had better start moving
up and down his cock. It didn't take Marilyn 30 seconds
before she went into an orgasm that seemed to last minutes.
When Bob had come we shifted her to my lap so I could get off.
Marilyn 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. Marilyn continued
to ride my cock until we both came, after which we proceeded
to clean Marilyn up, then began the leg/pussy routine all
over again. When Marilyn 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 Marilyn
toward him and unzipped Marilyn’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 satisfied,
we put Marilyn 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 Marilyn that for the next four
weeks she was to only wear skirts or dresses and was not allowed
to wear panties, bra or hose. 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 Marilyn 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 Mary’s,
Marilyn 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. Marilyn was again dressed in
her button-down sundress. We pulled in to a small park that
was adjacent to the highway. Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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. Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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. Marilyn had slipped her dress back on, but hadn't
bother 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 Marilyn 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 even in church
(fortunately she was sitting down). I must have received
at least 30 pictures of Marilyn with her skirt above her
waist or her legs spread wide open. In each shot her pussy
was clearly visible. Marilyn 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 Marilyn. In this one was the gingham outfit I had picked
out weeks before. The note with it said that since she enjoyed
the movies so much she should plan on Friday night for seeing
another. The package also included a nearly transparent
pair of panties. A bra would not be required. The movie theater
selected was in the suburbs and was another X-rated film.
Marilyn was to wear her hair in pigtails, no makeup, chewing
gum, and her pussy should be completely clean of any pubic

This time we could go in to the theater together, but once
inside I was to hang back until Marilyn 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 couple rows
behind her. The movie would have started about 15 minutes
before we were scheduled to arrive. Our plan was to make
Marilyn look like a single, barely legal teenager looking
for excitement. We picked 7 pm as the ideal time for her arrival.
Marilyn 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.

I came home on Friday to help Marilyn get ready. 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 three rows behind her. I asked if
she wanted a drink. At first she said no, and then changed
her mind. So I opened a bottle of wine I had purchased that

Before leaving she had downed the entire liter bottle.
She was back in her "feeling friendly" mood.
On the way to the movies I reached between her legs and found
her panties were already wet. I didn't have to put my
hand up her skirt because it was so short that when she sat
down her panties were exposed. 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 Marilyn 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. Everyone's head turned
as they watched Marilyn walk down the aisle and take up a
position in the front. I could see Bob's head and watched
as Marilyn sat in the seat directly in front of him. A short
bit later I was two seats behind Bob and slightly to the right.

At first nothing seemed to be happening, but then I saw Bob
lean forward and Marilyn 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
wanted to get a better view so I moved from my position to
a position that was four seats to the right of her in the front
row. Some others took this as a signal that they should be
moving closer to the front.

Meanwhile, Marilyn 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 Marilyn
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 Marilyn move her hands to her panties
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 Marilyn stands up. She moves away
from the seats until her back is against the stage. This
was my cue to move to the seat in front of Bob. Marilyn begins
to do a slow sensuous dance. The light from the screen makes
her completely visible to everyone in the theater. Soon
the first two rows are full of guys watching Marilyn dance.
She slides her hands up under her top and starts to pinch
her nipples. Her eyes are closed and the expression on her
face shouts pure lust. The girl in the movies is being fucked
from both ends and her moans and the moans from Marilyn began
overlapping. She slips her arms out of the sleeves and slowly
drops the top of her blouse below her breasts and pulls it
down to her waist.

She now attacks her breasts with a vengeance. Her shifting
hips give occasional views of her pussy slit through the
panties she is wearing. She turns with her back to the audience
and continues pulling her top over her skirt and down her
legs, bending forward so her ass is in full view as she steps
out of her top. She turns and begins running her hands over
her panties until she lifts up the front of the skirt and
places her hand into her panties. You can see her fingers
in her slit as she brings herself closer to climax. She removes
her hand only to start removal of her panties. She leans
forward and drops them to her knees, then points to one of
the guys in the front to come forward and take her panties

With her panties off the guy tries to put his face in her snatch
but she pushes him away and leaves him sitting there to watch
the rest of the show. She is now playing with her breasts
and clit until Bob tells her to lose the skirt. She reaches
behind her, slowly unzips the skirt and it drops like a rock
to the floor. She turns, spreads her legs and bends over,
providing a tantalizing view to everyone there. She then
waves me to her. While standing there she undoes my pants
and drops them around my ankles. Marilyn drops to her knees
and takes me in her mouth. I am really getting off on this.
She feels my orgasm building. She stops and pushes me down
on my back.

She drops down on my chest and buries her totally wet pussy
in my face. She is near her orgasm when she moves down and
impales herself on my erect staff. She points to Bob and
brings him down in front of her, unzips his pants, puts her
hand around the base of his cock and takes him in her mouth.
She continues riding my cock and bobbing her head back and
forth on Bob's cock until we both unload.

Bob is so turned on he pumps so much cum in her mouth that it
is running out the sides of her mouth and running down her
chin. When she comes I think that people in the street heard
her. It was a first class performance for an audience of
total strangers. Bob told everyone the show was over and
Marilyn began to dress.

We helped Marilyn back on with her skirt and top and let her
cool down. She had not retrieved her panties so as she stood
there the cum ran down her legs. I picked up her panties and
put them in my pocket. As 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 left 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, Marilyn 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. Marilyn had drank 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 Marilyn’s leg and
without thinking she swung her knee over to him. Taking
Bob's lead I reached under the table for Marilyn and
soon had her knee up against me. We then began teasing Marilyn.
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 Marilyn 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. Marilyn was on her third drink when the announcer said
it was time for the amateur strip tease show. I handed Marilyn
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.

Marilyn 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. Marilyn
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, Marilyn 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. Marilyn 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 Marilyn, 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 Marilyn 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 any other
time 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, Marilyn 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 Marilyn’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,
her entire pelvic area would become exposed when her leg
dropped. 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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn. He looked to be in
his fifties. He looked over at Marilyn 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 Marilyn to fall asleep.
I had turned in my seat with my arm over the back admiring
the cut of Marilyn’s exposed legs. The guy across tried
not to notice, but I could see him stealing glances from
time to time. Marilyn 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.

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 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. Marilyn was now complete exposed and I could see her
pussy opening and the moisture began to show.

I touched her breast and Marilyn let out a moan. The guy was
petrified she would wake up and begin yelling , 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. Marilyn
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
back up to her waist. I then placed my hand over Marilyn’s
and started moving her hand back and forth. The 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
Marilyn. 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, Marilyn said she was still 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,
Marilyn 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 Marilyn, besides it paid $50 an
hour plus tips. I decided not to tell Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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, Marilyn and the other girl
working with her were kept hopping. Marilyn seemed to be
the favorite because she did not object when the guys touched
her breasts or ran their hands between their legs to her
drench shaven pussy. Once in a while she was invited to sit
on someone's lap that seemed to turn the both of them

By 11 pm Marilyn 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.
Marilyn 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. Marilyn 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 Marilyn to wait right there and went
into the back seat to get my camera. I took pictures of Marilyn
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 Marilyn.
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 spring
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

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 Marilyn 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 we had one week left and he had an idea
he thought would really be fun. I knew what was planned,
but Marilyn was left in the dark to guess what would be in
store for her.

We didn't have sex all week. Marilyn’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 Marilyn 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.

Marilyn 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 Marilyn’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
Marilyn sat down the zipper inched up again and people behind
us could see a small portion of Marilyn's exposed butt.

We ordered wine and a sandwich. While sitting there we each
took a leg and began the routine Marilyn 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 thigh to her pussy, making sure we covered her
slit from bottom to top, each time giving her clit a little
tap. Marilyn 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 Marilyn
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 Marilyn knowing it, we arrived at our house. It
was just starting to get dark as we took Marilyn 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 Marilyn's moan as the blood made its way back
into her swollen nipples. As Marilyn 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, Marilyn
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 Marilyn 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

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.

Marilyn 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. 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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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.

Marilyn 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 Marilyn. 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 Marilyn 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. Marilyn 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. Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn'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.

Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn'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 Marilyn had hers. The guy then
does to his girl what I am doing to Marilyn.

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.

We started going to a local gym to tone up. I bought her this
outfit that consisted of loose fitting boxer-type bottoms
with matching tank top. When she sat at the equipment her
pussy was clearly visibly through the leg openings and
her breasts were visible through the sleeveless top.

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 Marilyn'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,
which proved they existed. Without mentioning it to Marilyn
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-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.

Marilyn 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. Marilyn'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 Marilyn
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 ma'am.
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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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. Marilyn 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. Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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 too 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. Marilyn 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.

Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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.
Marilyn 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. Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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

We sat and chatted for a little bit then she covered her front
with oil and laid 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 Marilyn 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. Marilyn 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. Marilyn
started in on margarita while we nibbled on the corn chips
that were provided. Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn another margarita and asked for a double
shot of tequila. We finished our drink and headed out to
the car. Marilyn 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. Marilyn 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 Marilyn'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 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 Marilyn'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 Marilyn'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 Marilyn. 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 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 Marilyn up and set her on his buddy's lap. The next
thing I know is that Marilyn 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

When I got to the spa, Marilyn 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 Marilyn to bed,
but I couldn't resist the urge to take a couple more
pictures. I put a nearby chair behind where Marilyn 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, and then snapped
the picture. When I reviewed it, it looked like she was awake,
just showing off her goodies for the camera. I 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 Marilyn. 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. Marilyn
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

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 a half 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 Marilyn 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 in the public
parking lot where we had parked ourselves.

Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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
Marilyn 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, Marilyn was walking up the
beach naked from the waist down.

The whiteness of the suit looked like tan lines. I kept Marilyn
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. Marilyn 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. Marilyn 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 Marilyn'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 Marilyn.

Once out of hearing range, I explained that Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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
Marilyn 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. Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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. Marilyn 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. Marilyn sat Indian style and pulled out another
cooler. Marilyn didn't seem to notice that no one could
take his eyes off her crotch. I asked the guys if they would
gather around Marilyn and let me get a couple of pictures.
After that, Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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.
Marilyn followed. So we sat there drinking, telling jokes,
and generally having a good time. Marilyn wanted some pictures
of her and the three guys and the guys each wanted one of them
and Marilyn alone. I used my camera and two they had brought
with them.

After a while, Marilyn'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 Marilyn.

I didn't think it a good idea to be pushing anything
up into Marilyn'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. Marilyn
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 Marilyn's idea now that she loves to swallow.

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 Marilyn 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, Marilyn
had not noticed the increased gap at the bottom half of the

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 Marilyn'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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn was becoming more comfortable with the role
in which I was placing her. Marilyn 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 Marilyn said she was not into pain, we stayed
away from S&M type activities.

It was Marilyn 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. Marilyn thought about this a while and thought
it would make for an interesting challenge.

The next evening Marilyn 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, and 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, Marilyn 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

At first Marilyn 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, and 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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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.
Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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 Rhonda's window. I told Marilyn
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 Marilyn 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. Marilyn expected
me to let her finish, but I told her that her relief would
be forthcoming.

I gave Marilyn 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 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
Marilyn 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 Marilyn and
told her to look over at them and 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
Marilyn 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 Marilyn and I were
seated across from each other, they took the chairs on either
side of Marilyn. I asked if they had enjoyed Marilyn'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 Marilyn
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 tell Marilyn
to spread her left leg. I told Steve to put his hand on her
knee. When he did, Marilyn 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 Marilyn'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. Marilyn 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 Marilyn
as our sex toy. They of course accepted.

Throughout dinner I had Marilyn 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, Marilyn 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. Marilyn 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 themselves.
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 Marilyn really!! enjoyed sucking
cock and that she would be happy to accommodate them, which
she did.

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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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 Marilyn to remove her dress.

A few minutes later we heard someone enter the room on one
side, followed by about a seven inch cock and balls being
inserted into the hole in our room. I told Marilyn 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. I heard someone come into the opposite booth
so 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 Marilyn's

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 Marilyn'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 Marilyn 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
Marilyn and asked her to return real soon.

When we got in the car, Marilyn put her dress back on and we
headed for the hotel. 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 that again sometime and she said it
was a very distinct possibility. When we arrived back at
the hotel I had Marilyn thank the guys for a wonderful time
and we retired to our room.

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 Marilyn into the room. Their eyes about popped
out of their head when they saw Marilyn in the French maid
outfit I had her in, complete to the push up bra and frilly
panties. I told them that the day was my birthday and Marilyn
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 Marilyn 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. Marilyn 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 Marilyn 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
to just above her nipples.

A couple of the guys ran their hands up and down her leg and
commented on how really hot she looked. It was at that point
that I called Marilyn over, reached under her extremely
short shirt and apron and removed her frilly panties. This
almost complete exposed her butt. Marilyn blushed a bit
and did a little curtsey. I then pushed down the front of
the bra so her breasts sat out on the bra with her perky nipples
sticking straight out. I then laid down the rules for the
first part of the evening. We would play out a hand and Marilyn
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 Marilyn reach orgasm. I had Marilyn
lift up her skirt and showed how the excitement of the evening
was affecting her clit and said that in this state she was
very, very sensitive so act accordingly. The game began.
For the next half hour Marilyn 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. Marilyn 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. We continued the
game for a couple more hands until I old Marilyn to sit on
the edge of the pool table. I told her to 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 Marilyn how she felt about that but all she said 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 Marilyn 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 and for the fifth guy to get her up on her knees
and enter her from behind and give her a good ass fucking.
Marilyn 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 Marilyn came, but it almost
seemed continuous. It appeared that Marilyn 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 shouting, "Yes... Yess! YESSS!"
We fell asleep in each other’s 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 Marilyn
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.

Marilyn said after reading her ex’s story, that she was
surprised that he had not written about the great sex she
also had with women…Marilyn hinted that maybe one day
she would write about those adventures and her going out
shopping in South Carolina to the stores along the main
drag wearing a pair of denim shorts she had altered herself
by cutting the back out of the shorts so look like that of
t-back bikini and not much more than that in the front. This
was topped off by white see through gauze top that just tied
in the front just below her breast and a pair of sandals that
the straps crisscrossed up her calf and then tied, and of
course no underwear. This all added up to her having sex
with five young college aged guys at one time. A long thick
cock in each of her holes and one in each of her hands. Marilyn
said, “WOW! What a day that was!”

You all cum back now you hear.

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I can't believe I read the whole thing. It only proves
that I have no life. even though its 2 o'clock in the
morning, I have no excuse.


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Totally bogus. So glad I read less than 1/4 of this dribble.
I hardly ever comment but this was just way too long and way
too unbelievable even for fiction.


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I kept expecting it to get hot. Unfortunately, it did not.


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After reading for nearly an hour, the story was starting
to get boring. It went on to long, better if it had been broken down into
short stories.

Ready, Wiling, Able.


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I thought this was really hot and gave me some ideas for fun
with my wife ! I want to turn her into a slut ...