I guess I always knew that my wife Nancy was a very shy and inhibited girl. It's strange, because she is absolutely beautiful. She's got thick, dark, shoulder-length hair framing her cute expressive face. And her body is every bit as delightful: gorgeous 36C tits on a trim, five-six, 120 pound frame. She could easily be a model or an actress - except that she is so painfully shy. What I didn't know was that there was a cure for her inhibitions, a way to bring out the wild side of my beautiful wife.
We found the cure almost by accident. Some friends of ours were having a pool party. We're all young, and some of them are kind of wild. A couple of the wives like to show off, so I knew the swimsuits would be quite skimpy. When Nancy showed me the suit she planned to wear, I wasn't satisfied. It was a frumpy one-piece that did it's best to hide her beautiful body. The day before the party, I went out on my lunch hour and bought a bikini I thought would look fabulous and sexy on Nancy.
She didn't even want to try it on for me. When she finally did, it knocked my eyes out, but she wouldn't hear about wearing it in front of our friends. We argued about it for a while, and I finally got mad.
I glared sternly at her. "I bought that suit for you. It looks great on you. You're going to wear it tomorrow and that's final. Do you understand?"
Her face got a funny expression. "You're telling me I have to?"
"That's right," I stormed.
"Okay."
Just like that. She wore the suit to the party and was the immediate center of attention. She didn't act wild or flirty, but having the men clustered around her and interested in everything she would say or do just naturally brought her a little out of her shell. By the end of the day, she had a new twinkle in her eye and the corners of her pouty little mouth seemed turned up in a permanent smile. It turned me on no end to see her like that. What was better still, I thought I saw the cure.
We made a game of it. My cue was if she did something wrong. I would frown and say she needed a punishment. The punishment always involved some manner of showing her off. It could be a low cut mini-dress I would buy to take her out dancing. Or maybe we'd go shopping and I would order her to wear no bra or panties. Whatever, it always brought an excited flush to her cheeks and that cute expression of wanton abandon. And the sex we had when we got home was the best part. We both loved it.
Once she burned two beautiful steaks I had brought home for dinner. She had been on the phone with one of her friends and just forgot about them. I was truly peeved.
"You're in for it, now," I threatened. "This punishment is going to be the most severe you've ever had."
I got out her shortest, lowest cut mini-dress and slit both sides of it right up to the hips. Then I got her red high heels out of the closet. "There," I told her. "That's what you'll be wearing. Understand? Nothing else."
She gulped a little. This was by far the sexiest costume I had yet devised, and I was taking her out dancing in it. I could see it was a challenge, but I would not back down. And she didn't ask me to.
All she said was: "Okay."
I decided to see just how far I could push it. We went to the wildest club in town and started off with several stiff drinks. I had her dance more and more lewdly as the night went on, bouncing and whirling, showing off for the crowd. And she attracted quite a crowd. The dress began to ride up a bit. The flaps in front and back kept her pussy and the crack of her ass out of sight as she danced, but the slits showed skin practically up to the top of her hip bones. She didn't seem to mind. Her face took on that wild flush and mischievous half-smile that drove me crazy.
After about an hour on the floor, we went back to our table, much to the dismay of the men that had been casually ogling her as they danced nearby. Many of them headed to tables as near ours as they could find. We were hot from our work out, in more ways than one, and I ordered another round of drinks, even though Nancy had already had one or two more than she usually did.
The waitress brought them and put them on our table, giving me my next inspiration. The tables were little round disks, no more than eighteen inches in diameter, supported by a thin center pole. Even sitting at the table, Nancy's shapely legs were still quite visible to anyone nearby. So far she had passed every test. I wanted to take it one more step.
I put on my stern voice. "Nancy, I want you to cross your legs."
Her face showed a little surprise at first, but then she giggled and complied.
I could sense the men at the nearby tables coming to attention. Unfortunately, I probably had the worst view in the house. I scooted my chair a little away from the table so I could see the effect of my commands. From the side, it looked like the front flap of Nancy's dress had just about disappeared. The outside of her right leg, which she crossed over her left, was completely exposed to way above where her panties would have been – if she'd had any on. It was lewd and provocative, and Nancy knew it. Even in the dim light of the club, I could see the color deepen in her cheeks and the shine in her eyes.
We finished our drinks, with Nancy laughing and chattering happily at the center of attention. I paid our tab and prepared to leave, but there was one more thing I wanted to try.
"Nancy," I said, seriously, "I'm going to the restroom. You are going to sit here and wait for me, but first, you will strike the proper pose, for me and for your audience, and you will not break that pose until I get back. Right?"
This time her mischievous little smile broke wide. "Right, Chief," she giggled.
"Alright. Now, slide your right leg up until your ankle is resting on your left knee."
Nancy started to do it, then hesitated, her face suddenly serious again as she realized what this move was going to show to the ten or fifteen men who were casually focused in on the widening gap between her legs. "But ..." she started.
I just glared at her and got up from the table.
She took a deep breath and completed my command.
I turned to look back at her when I was a few steps away from our table. It took my breath away. I couldn't quite see her pussy, but I could tell that a few lucky guys, who happened to be sitting at the right angle, probably could.
I rushed in and out of the bathroom in record time. As I approached our table again, I felt a rush of pride. Nancy was sitting almost as I had left her. The only difference was that now she leaned back in her chair in a position of relaxed waiting that thrust her firm breasts against the thin material of her dress. Several men had gotten up and were walking or standing strategically in the area with the best sight lines.
I smiled at Nancy and gave her my hand to help her to her feet. You could almost hear the sigh as her dress fell back over her delicious pussy. We drove home like maniacs and fucked till dawn. Nancy was excited, elated, and amazed.
"I can't believe I did it," she said wonderingly. "I guess I can do just about anything, if you tell me to. But if that's my punishment for burning the steaks, what would it be if I did something really bad?"
Good question. I had no idea, but I think we both went to sleep eagerly considering the possiblities. As it turned out, it wasn't long before we found out.
A few weeks later, I came home from work to find Nancy at the door with a drink in her hand. When she handed it to me, I could see there was something on her mind, maybe more than one thing. She was upset and nervous. I took the drink and we went into the den and sat down.
She fetched a big sigh. "You're not going to believe this, honey," she said. "Remember how I was wondering what the punishment would be for something really bad? Well, I guess I'm going to find out. I smashed up the car."
"What?" I choked. "You had an accident? Are you all right?"
"Yeah, I'm okay," she smiled. "But the car didn't come out too good. I'm afraid it's going to be expensive."
I went out and looked at her car, a nice new Acura. It was alright from the driver's side, but the passenger side looked like someone had taken a giant can opener to it. There was a crease that ran parallel to the ground from the front fender, through the passenger door, and into the back fender. It was quite deep, taking paint and metal along its entire length and actually puncturing a foot long gash in the door panel. I could see it was an easy thousand, maybe two. Insurance might cover it, but, with the deductible and surcharges, it would still end up costing us close to a thousand.
"Oh, shit," I groaned. "How'd it happen?"
"I was making a right turn in kind of a tight space and I guess I didn't judge it right. I think this car must be wider than my old one. Anyway, I kind of jumped the curb and scraped it on a hydrant."
I just shook my head.
"I know," she sighed. "It was awfully careless of me. I'm sorry. I know you'll have to punish me very severely for this one."
That's right, I thought. I will. It put the whole thing in a new light. Suddenly I wasn't thinking about expensive repairs to the car anymore. Now, all I could see were visions of Nancy taking her punishment. It put a familiar and pleasant knot of sexual excitement in the pit of my stomach. Nancy was looking at me with an appropriately penitent expression, but it didn't fool me for a second. She was just as excited by the prospect as I was.
"Um, what do you have in mind?" she asked, hesitantly.