Several weeks ago my wife, Bonnie, and I made a bet on something about 
which we were both absolutely certain we were right. The bet was for one 
evening of whatever the winner wanted - total control.  I won, and had a very 
exciting
evening showing her off to a waiter in a local restaurant (See "Bonnie's 
First Bet").  It was her first experience with any sort of exhibitionism, and 
while Bonnie was quite excited, she was not too keen on the idea of repeating 
the experience.  As time passed and she had time to think about it, however, 
she seemed to change her mind. One afternoon she started a minor argument 
with me about something stupid - what time a certain show came on TV, I think 
- and bet me that she was right and I was wrong. The bet, predictably, was 
for the same stakes as the last time: an evening of total control. I suspect 
she knew what time the show came on; it was just an excuse to make a bet she 
would lose, knowing I would want another adventure. Never one to disappoint, 
I set it up. The evening before I claimed my winnings, I talked to Frank, our 
next door neighbor, about my plans, and he was more than willing to help out.
    I started off the evening by taking her to dinner at Ruth's Chris Steak 
House. It was a very nice meal with good wine and a couple of drinks. I'm 
sure Bonnie was expecting me to have her do something outrageous at the 
restaurant, but I was a perfect gentleman throughout the meal, except for a 
few vague hints about what was to come later in the evening.  
    We stopped at a nice bar on the way home after dinner, and found an empty 
booth along one wall.  When we sat down I demanded her bra and panties. She 
got up to go to the bathroom, but I stopped her and said, "No, don't go 
anywhere. I want you to take them off right here."  
    I wasn't sure she would do it at first. The bar was crowded, but the 
lighting was subdued, and I'm sure the wine and drinks and sexual tension 
that had been building up all evening helped relax her inhibitions. Bonnie 
complied with my wishes, trying to be very discrete. I noticed a few people 
watching what she was doing, but I just smiled at them and no one made a 
scene, but you can bet Bonnie was the center of their attention. She managed 
to remove her underwear without exposing too much or being too obvious, and 
handed both her bra and panties to me. I put them in my pocket.     Looking 
around, she saw several people watching her and realized they knew what she 
had done. She blushed prettily. I said, "Now unbutton your dress to just 
below your breasts." "But . . ." she began, then realized that arguing would 
be a mistake, and quickly did as I asked. Bonnie had quite an audience 
waiting to see what she would do next, and she knew it. I said, "Now let's 
just sit here and enjoy our drinks. You know how I want you to sit, don't 
you?" "Yes, sir," she said, and leaned forward on her elbows. Her blouse fell 
forward and gaped open, effectively exposing most of her breasts. Even from 
my vantage point, across the table from her, it was a wonderful view, and 
traffic past our booth picked up considerably. 
    When the waiter brought us our second round of drinks she remained in her 
position, and I watched him as he gazed down the front of her blouse at her 
exposed breasts. He looked at me and saw me watching him. We traded 
conspiratorial smiles.  Realizing that I knew what he was seeing, and that 
apparently it was all right with me, he hung around for a few minutes making 
small talk and enjoying her show.  Bonnie didn't move.  She just pretended 
she didn't realize that he had an unobstructed view down her blouse and could 
see all of both naked breasts. 
    After he left, I told Bonnie that she had done very well following 
directions. She replied, "Well, I did promise I would, and the last time you 
made me do this it was really embarrassing at the time, but it was a HUGE 
turn-on, too." "I think I can promise the same result tonight," I replied, 
"as long as you keep doing what I tell you to do."  She smiled.
    "Let's have one more drink, then we'll leave," I said. "Here comes our 
waiter. Open one more button on your blouse, and keep sitting just like you 
are."  Blushing, she undid the next button, which opened her blouse nearly to 
her navel. "Tom, he'll be able to see everything all the way down to my 
waist!" she said, without realizing our waiter had walked up behind her just 
in time to hear her comment. 
    "Is that right?" I asked him. "How far down her blouse can you see?" 
Bonnie looked up, startled, and realized he had heard her comment. She was 
mortified. She could no longer pretend she didn't know how much she was 
showing him. She covered her face with her hands and said, "Oh God, he heard 
me!  I am so embarrassed!"  We all three laughed, and I said, "Well, Bonnie, 
now he knows you're giving him an intentional show, so do it right. Stop 
covering up. Put your hands back down and sit the right way. "I can't believe 
I'm doing this!" she said, resuming her original posture and once again 
allowing him an unobstructed view.
    "OK, so tell us, how far down her blouse can you see?" Gazing at her 
chest, he replied. "Well, let me see. I guess she's right; I can pretty much 
see everything all the way down to her waist - and she really looks great!" 
"Good," I said.  "This sort of thing turns both of us on. Are her nipples 
sticking out?" "Yeah," he replied, " they're really puckered up, and I love 
big nipples like those."  Bonnie didn't say anything, she just looked back 
and forth between us and blushed furiously. He stayed and talked a while 
longer, then finally said he had to go, but hoped we would stay around for a 
while.  "Thanks, but no," I said, "we've got to get going. We have other 
plans for this evening."  He invited us to come back any time, and said to be 
sure to ask for him as our waiter. 
    When we finished our drinks, I said, "Time to leave, Bonnie.  As you 
scoot out of the booth, I want you to knock your purse to the floor. Then get 
down on one knee and lean over and pick up your purse and whatever falls out 
of it." This was going to be tough for her. She would be exposing nearly 
everything when she leaned over. She took a deep breath and said, "I really 
have to do this, right?" I nodded. "Even though the whole room is going to be 
able to see my tits?" I nodded again. "OK, you asked for it! Here goes!" As 
she scooted out of the booth she left her purse on the bench and shoved it 
off with her hip. It made a loud noise when it hit the ground, and pretty 
much everyone turned to look. The bar got quiet. Those who had seen her 
remove her underwear knew what was coming, and no one made a move to help 
her. Everyone was watching Bonnie. With a last glance at me and deep breath, 
she dropped to one knee and leaned over to pick up the various items that had 
spilled out. 
    With a rather short skirt that was unbuttoned to just above mid-thigh and 
a top unbuttoned to below her breasts, you can imagine that it was next to 
impossible to keep anything covered. She knew she was putting on quite a 
show.  Almost everyone in the bar got a good look at her breasts, and 
everyone in the right area of the room got a great look up her skirt, but she 
went through with it. She was down there a good thirty seconds, and I was 
watching the people in the bar. Nearly everyone was watching her pick up that 
purse. I'm sure several people got an excellent look at Bonnie's chest, and I 
think a few may have been able to see up her skirt as well.  
    After she had picked up everything and put it back in her purse I stood 
up, took her arm, and we walked out of the bar. There were a lot of smiling 
faces as we left, and one guy sitting near where we were gave me a "thumbs 
up." Bonnie was so excited and proud of herself that she almost skipped to 
the car.
    I went home via the interstate, and just to keep Bonnie excited and on 
edge, I had her remove her blouse completely. When we passed a big truck I 
would reach over and fondle her breast. Twice when there were no vehicles 
other than a truck I turned on the interior lights. We got a couple of 
appreciative horn toots, and I know she was embarrassed, but she didn't try 
to cover up. I guess she was afraid of what I would have her do if she did! 
    Still giddy from the experience in the bar, when we got home she couldn't 
stop talking about it. She said that it wasn't as bad or as difficult as she 
thought it would be. She said she was embarrassed, afraid, nervous, and 
excited all at once, and yes, she might even want to do something like that 
again sometime. Little did she know, "sometime" was a lot closer than she 
thought. 
    When she finally paused to take a breath, I told her to go into the 
bedroom and undress. She was a little surprised; I guess she thought the 
evening was over. Nonetheless, she followed my instructions. I had already 
tied some soft cord to the corners of our king size bed. I had her lay down 
on the bed, and quickly tied her, nude and spread eagle, on the bed.    This 
was not really a first. We had experimented with light bondage a few times, 
but it was never a big part of our sex life. This time, though, she was in 
for a very big surprise. I was kissing her and running my hands over her body 
and she was getting really turned on. Then the doorbell rang. I quickly 
pulled the sheet up to her neck and went to answer the door, telling her I 
would be right back. 
    I had arranged, of course, for Frank to come over fifteen minutes after 
he saw us return home. His grin was as big as mine when I answered the door. 
I motioned him to be quiet and led him back to our bedroom. When I walked in 
Bonnie said, "Who was . . .?" and then she saw Frank. I thought she was 
embarrassed at the bar, but her face went from red to pale, then back to red 
again as she realized she was caught playing at bondage, then remembered that 
she was naked under the sheet, then finally realized what I planned to do. 
"Oh my God!" was all she could say over and over again.     Frank and I stood 
at the foot of the bed, savoring the moment. Finally I said, "Bonnie, you 
know I have wanted to show you off to Frank for a long time, and you wouldn't 
let me do it. Frank has always wanted to get a good look at your body, but 
you were too embarrassed to let that happen. So now that you have no control 
over the situation, tonight's the night you're going to make up both happy." 
    I pulled the sheet down to just above her breasts. Bonnie was breathing 
hard, and her nipples were making two little tents in the sheet. I said, 
"This is about all you're usually willing to let Frank see. Now I'm going to 
show him what he's been missing. Frank, take a look at this."  With that, I 
very slowly pulled the sheet down over her terrific tits and down to her 
waist, exposing her breasts to our gaze. She tried to pull her hands free to 
cover up, but all she accomplished was to make her tits bounce around 
enticingly. When she realized she couldn't cover up and couldn't get free, 
she stopped struggling. 
    Frank and I moved up to sit on the bed, one of each side of her. He was 
telling her how great she looked and how pretty her breasts were.  As I 
reached for her right breast, I said to Frank, "Go ahead and touch her and 
feel how soft her skin is." He reached over and started to caress her left 
breast.  She again moaned, "Oh my God!" Nothing else turns her on like 
playing with her breasts, and she later told me that having two men touch her 
at once for the first time was the most incredible rush she had ever 
experienced. 
    After several minutes of both of us touching, rubbing, and sucking on her 
breasts, Bonnie was totally into it. She was panting and bucking her hips and 
kept saying "Oh God, that's good!" 
    Finally I said to Frank, "Her tits are really nice, but let me show you 
something truly magnificent." We moved to the foot of the bed and I again 
grabbed the sheet and slowly pulled it down her body. I said to Frank, "Wait 
'til you see this! Bonnie has the cutest little pussy you've ever seen!" 
Bonnie was squirming and kept saying, "Oh my God, I can't believe you're 
really going to do this!" I kept pulling the sheet lower and lower. Slowly 
her pubic hair came into view, then we could see the outer lips of her vagina 
peaking out from between her spread legs, and finally the sheet was off 
completely.     What a moment! There was my darling, proper, modest wife, 
tied to our bed, nude, with her legs spread wide open, with Frank standing 
there looking at her. And she couldn't move or cover up; all she could do was 
lie there and let him look. I had wanted this and fantasized about it for so 
long, and finally, here it was! I couldn't believe how turned on I was.
    We sat down between her legs and I reached up and spread the lips of her 
vagina wide open so we could see all the way up inside her. My hands were 
shaking. I had never been so excited. We could tell she was excited, too, 
because we could see her juices running down from her vagina and onto her 
puckered anus. We both touched her and rubbed her and played with her, taking 
turns finger-fucking her and gently rubbing her clit. She was moaning and 
started arching her back, pushing her pussy up to meet our fingers. I had 
three fingers inside her and Frank was rubbing her clit when I said, "Not 
only does she look good and feel good, she tastes wonderful, too. Go ahead 
and taste her, Frank." I guess that was all it took. She moaned, "Oh God 
yes!" and touched her I felt the rhythmic contractions that signaled her 
first orgasm.
She had several more over the next hour or so as we kissed, rubbed, and 
sucked her until she was panting and covered in a sheen of sweat. As she was 
about to reach what must have been her fifth or sixth climax, I said, 
"Bonnie, it's after midnight so you've paid off the bet, but I want to keep 
going. Am I still in charge?"
    OK, I admit it. I took advantage of the situation. After all, who can say 
no when they are about to come? When she said, "Oh yes!" I said, "Frank, you 
heard her. I'm calling the shots, and I really think she needs to be fucked. 
Would you like to do the honors?" He wholeheartedly agreed and 
enthusiastically accepted. Bonnie said, "Oh my God, Tom, are you really going 
to let him do it to me?" I replied, "This has always been one of my favorite 
fantasies, Bonnie, and tonight it's really going to happen. Frank has seen 
you, felt you, and tasted you.  Now he is going to fuck you while you suck my 
dick."
    As I moved up to the head of the bed I heard her say, "Oh my God" one 
more time. She eagerly took my cock in her mouth. Frank moved higher between 
her legs and put the head of his dick at the entrance to her vagina. As he 
slowly slid his cock inside her and I heard the familiar little "unh" that 
always comes when I first enter her. It was done. Frank was inside her.  She 
was being fucked by two men at once and obviously loving it! In fact, all 
three of us loved it. We took turns fucking and sucking her the rest of the 
night. Somewhere along the way she was untied and participated as 
enthusiastically as we did. I finally got to see Bonnie as the erotic, 
uninhibited, sexual animal I had always hoped she would become.
    Finally, sometime around dawn, we called it a night. Frank went home and 
Bonnie and I cuddled together and fell into a deep, satisfied sleep. The next 
morning (well, afternoon) Bonnie was very embarrassed about what we had done. 
She just couldn't believe Frank had fucked her, and that she had really acted 
the way she did. Even more, she couldn't believe how much really enjoyed it. 
We talked for hours, and had one of the most open, completely honest 
conversations we have ever had. 
    I finally convinced her I was completely comfortable with what had 
happened and not at all jealous or threatened. Once she realized how I felt 
about it, she admitted that she had really enjoyed the experience (as if I 
couldn't tell anyway!). After all, we all three had fun, no one was hurt, and 
we're all still very good friends - closer, in fact, than we were before it 
happened. And besides, it was a HUGE turn-on for all three of us. 
    Bonnie told me a couple of days later that once she thought about it and 
got used to the idea, she decided she might like to try it again some time - 
soon!  It was such a radical change from her previous modesty and proper 
attitude that I wondered if she was being entirely honest about her feelings. 
Then a week later, for my birthday, she gave me a book of six coupons, each 
one good for an evening of anything I want, "with no argument and no 
hesitation." I guess she really was being honest!