"Freebie"( MF oral exhib )[1/1]

I watched the confused look in his eyes.  And the way understanding lit up 
in them as he read the pieces of paper once more.  I was sure he was 
finding this hard to believe.

*I* was finding this hard to believe.  It was my husband Bill's birthday, 
and I'd decided to come up with something wild.  *Really* wild.  And I 
*did*: five little tickets, neatly done up on the computer, each one with 
my own signature under the sentence: *Give this ticket to Jeannie Greene 
and she will immediately and silently perform one oral sex act on her 
knees, any time, any place, no questions asked.*

I watched him.  What did he think of me?  I *knew* he'd like this, but what
would he think of me for coming up with this?  I *knew* I'd surprised him 
this time--never in his wildest dreams...

"This is rather surprising," he said.  He has his little way of talking, 
being careful not to reveal how he feels about something.  But I knew.  
Even if he was a little shocked, I knew he loved it.  And I knew I was 
grinning from ear to ear.

I was ready to ask "What do you think?"  I was going to lean over and 
*make* him kiss me.  I looked down.  I realized he'd done it.  One of the 
slips of paper was in my hand--I'd taken it without even thinking, much 
less considering the consequences.

I looked back at him.  He was giving me a considering look.  And waiting,
obviously to see what I'd do.  Would I do it?  I felt so wicked, and 
wondered whether it showed on my face.  What did he think of his prim-and-
proper wife at *this* moment?

I had the zipper open, kneeling between his legs.  Yes, his cock was a bit
hard.  Not a word.  I slipped my mouth around it.  No, we didn't do this 
all that often: I think I'd given him the impression I didn't like it much 
and he was always considerate about such things.  But even after I'd gotten 
more used to it, he hadn't really picked up on that fact.  But *now* he 
would, or else he'd think that this gift was costing me more than it truly 
was.


Yes, he grew hard quickly enough.  I glanced up to see his eyes--I wanted 
to see his face while I did this.  Yes, he watched me.  He was happy--I 
could tell.  No, it wasn't hard for me to do this any more.  Especially not 
with him so happy.

When he kissed me when we were done, I *definitely* knew he was happy.  And
when he whispered "I love you," in my ear.  No, we didn't talk about it, 
but he did declare me one-in-a-million, and we did do it that evening.  And 
he was *oh-so-nice* to me.

Then came the torture.  Sweet torture I suppose--the part I hadn't
anticipated--the anticipation itself.  *When* was he going to use another
certificate?  I wondered if he would save them for a long time: he can be 
that way sometimes.  On the other hand, it didn't seem likely that he'd be 
able to resist temptation for long.

I *knew* it would be in some strange place.  When we were together, off
somewhere, I sometimes thought about it.  And it made me hot, too--I was
getting to be a little frisky in the evenings and I wondered if he knew 
why.  We'd be out together and I'd be thinking about it.  And theoretically 
he could give one to me right in front of someone.  I knew he 
wouldn't--that's why I could risk that.  But still, it all had me on edge.

And sure enough, I wasn't expecting it.  We were watching a video right in 
our own home.  *True Lies*.  There was Jamie Lee Curtis in the hotel room, 
and suddenly there was the coupon in my hand as Bill watched.

No it didn't bother me about Jamie Lee--in fact, it was a relief to me that 
it was just Bill and me in our living room.  He lay there on the couch with 
me leaning over his straight-up hard cock.  He idly rubbed my hair as he 
watched the flick.

Yes, we made love that night.  And I thought about myself: I hadn't thought 
I was worried about him demanding anything too strange, but the feeling of
relief that came over me told me that deep down, I'd been braced for the
worst.  After that, I think I relaxed a little, feeling a little more
fatalistic about it.  It was as if subconsciously I now realized that any
worry on my part could well be for nothing.

Then I was in for a shock.  My sister's and brother-in-law's house, my 
niece and nephew running around.  He managed to get me to a bathroom door 
with no one around, and then there it was, in his hand, being pushed into 
mine.  I swear, I almost said something.  I was immediately in a panic, not 
knowing what to do.  But while I was in indecision, Bill had me pulled into 
the bathroom with the door shut.

Fast.  I knew it had better be as fast as possible if no one was going to 
miss us.  There was no more indecision on my part, just my best effort to 
get him off as quickly as I could.  I *know* he knew what I was doing.  He 
didn't say a thing, the bastard.  But he must have been liking the danger: 
I got my wish and we were out of there in no time flat.  As we walked out 
of the bathroom, I smacked him on the rear.  I didn't know I could hit him 
that hard, but it didn't seem to faze him a bit.  He turned around and gave 
me a knowing grin.  Yes, we made love that night, and I nearly went crazy.

The next time I saw one of those coupons, it took me seconds for it to sink
in, then I went into a *real* panic.  No, it wasn't my husband!  I'd sent 
my friend Cindy to get my car keys out of the front of my purse, and there 
she was, with a wrinkled little strip of paper held flat, reading and 
grinning.  I stood there, staring.

"You guys must have some *fun* games," she finally said.

"Birthday present," I replied.  I felt relieved:  she *could* have said
something quite different, like how shocking I was or something.

Then she'd handed it to me and I went to return it to my purse, but 
something made me pause.  She was looking at me, in a funny way.  Well, not 
*funny*, but as if something significant were happening.  I was confused.

But somehow in my confusion, I looked down and read the slip.  And again.
Then it clicked: she'd just handed it to me.  *Give this ticket to Jeannie
Greene...*

I didn't look back up at her, but sat there, staring at the floor.  No, she
*couldn't* mean it.  It was impossible.  My mind raced.  The tickets were 
for Bill!  This one had already been used!  This didn't count.

Why was I having these thoughts?  I still couldn't look at Cindy.  I forced
myself to look up at her face--I had to assess her thoughts.

She didn't reveal a thing.  She just sat there watching me, waiting.  But I
felt it: she was *expecting* me to act!  Cindy?!  Me and Cindy.

I had to say something--to object.  But if I did, I'd be admitting that she
was, well, thinking about me having sex with her.  I *knew* she was, but I
couldn't make myself admit that to her.  What if she wasn't?

Then she smiled, and giggled a little: "you're so funny," she said.  And I
knew she was just teasing me.  "You play games like *that* and you have to
*expect* a little trouble," she went on.  Yes, she's one to tease people, 
but I never thought she'd pull one like *this*.

Then, after that, when I was walking with Bill, in the park, he gave me the
next one.  Out in the open, in a public park!  I realized he'd just looked 
up and down the path, and we *were* a bit off the beaten paths.  I almost 
looked up and down the path myself, but I thought fast: no, that was 
*Bill's* job. *Never* had we done anything like this in broad daylight, in 
the middle of, well, a public place.  I was all nerves when I started, but 
I sensed him keeping watch.  And it struck me how wanton I was being.  And 
I loved it.

Our next-to-last time.  Sucking his cock, right there in broad daylight in 
a public place--I'd known this would happen from the first.  This is what I
wanted!  At least in a way: this is what I expected, and wanted to do for
Bill.  Ye, I *did* like being wild, even if some of the details put me on
edge.  Even at my sister's.  I kept sucking, bobbing my head, trying to 
make it good.  And I thought about Cindy.  Somehow, there, doing it with 
Bill, Cindy came into my mind.  She'd have me kneel in front of her, her 
pants down or her dress raised?  I'd never thought of such a thing before, 
but now the thoughts came unbidden as I continued to work on Bill.

Yes, we did it that night, I was so excited.  And I thought about Cindy 
again.

What if she'd made me do it?  When Bill and I were done, I thought about 
the coupons: Bill had just one more.  Just one more little adventure.  The 
rest were in the trash (carefully shredded) except the one still in my 
pocket.

As Bill slept, I thought about Cindy again.  She'd been trying to use that
wrinkled coupon from my purse!  A coupon that had already been used!

I got up briefly and retrieved the coupon that was in my pocket.  I found
Bill's wallet and slipped it back in.  Then I lay down again.  And thought
about Cindy some more.