How High, Hard Hal?
by
Pamela
"Every man has a fantasy that is so powerful that if you give it to him, then he's yours forever and ever. He'll never leave you. He'll never argue with you. You'll have total control over him," Debbie was saying this to Edith, Pamela and Marie as they sat in the comfortable living room of Edith's home. The three married couples Hal and Debbie, Dan and Marie, George and Pamela were visiting Ed and Edith on the occasion of the Super Bowl; the four husbands were in the adjacent family room watching the game on a large screen high definition TV.
"I just don't see why," Pamela said.
"It's simple. If they leave you or jeopardize what they've got with you, they know they'll never get their prime fantasy fulfilled again. It's just too big a risk to take. They never thought they'd ever find a woman who would give it to them in the first place, so it's way too precious a commodity to screw around with. If you give them the fantasy, they'll come back again and again for it. They will even measure out their lives by it. It will be the reason they exist."
"It's a stunning theory," Edith said, "but I think it's just a theory and nothing more. Do you actually know any couples that have such a thing?"
"I do. Me and Hal," Debbie said with bravado. "Why else do you think I'd know so much about it?"
There was a roar in the next room as the men celebrated some exciting play in the game.
"What is Hal's perfect fantasy, or is that too personal a question to ask?" said Marie.
"I don't mind telling you, though Hal will not be pleased about it. It's that he wants me to be the man in the relationship while he takes on the role of a young innocent girl."
"You've got to be kidding," Marie said. "Hal? Our Hal?"
"Yes, our Hal. You can never know what lurks in the minds of men, those twisted little creatures," Debbie laughed.
"So you're saying that you can control him through this fantasy?" Marie continued.
"Exactly," Debbie said proudly.
"Well what kind of control are we talking about here?" Pamela said.
"Complete absolute control. I say 'jump', he says 'how high'."
"Seeing is believing," Marie said incredulously.
"Yeah, I agree with Marie. Can you show us?" Edith said.
"No problem. How about right now?" Debbie said.
"How can you do that? He's watching the game," Edith said.
"I'll get him to leave the game, get on the floor here with a huge erection and then I'll screw his brains out for as long as I want to."
Another big play must have happened in the Super Bowl since there was another round of yelling. George could be heard to say, "they've still got fight in them. Hot damn!"
"You mean he'll be naked here on the living room floor in front of us?" Pamela said.
"Not exactly naked," Debbie said, "I'll have him dressed as a girl, say bra and panties? Edith, do you mind if he wears some of your underwear?"
Laughing nervously, Edith said, "this is surreal Debbie. Besides everything else, how can you and Hal have sex in front of us?"
"She's right," Marie said, "isn't it kind of creepy?"
"Well not if we view it as a sex education class, which is what it is. I need to show you the state that Hal will be put into. It's the same state of arousal you could get each of your husbands into, if only you find their primal fantasy and give it to them."
"Well Debbie," Pamela said, "looking at it that way, I guess it's OK, though I still don't believe you'll ever get Hal to cooperate. He'll never let this happen."
"Fair enough. Just watch. He will. Trust me."
"This is so exciting," Edith said, "Ed and I haven't exactly been having the most stellar sex life."
"Me too," Marie said, "so I guess we're all in. Let's see if your theory is true."
"You won't be disappointed. First thing Edith, do you mind if Hal wears one of your bras? I didn't bring any of his girl clothing with me."
"Sure, Debbie. I can't imagine Hal wearing a bra."
"Let's find out," Debbie said and then called out, "Hal?"
"Just a sec," Hal could be heard from the next room. There was another roar from the men.
"Hal!" Debbie said. Her voice showed some impatience. "Now. I need you now."
Hal ran into the room saying, "man it's an exciting game. Their coming back from three touchdowns. Just one more touchdown to tie. It's in the fourth quarter, I think like 6 minutes left. What do you want? Can it just wait a few minutes?"
"First down!" Dan shouted from the other room. "You gotta see the replay Hal!"
Hal started to head back and Debbie snapped at him, "where are you going?"
"You can hear. It's an incredible come back. What a game!"
"That's very nice Hal, but I need you for something more important."
"What honey?" Hal said impatiently.
Debbie smiled at Hal and said, "I've been telling the ladies about our little secret."
"What little secret? Look, can't this wait? I've got to see the game."
"No Hal. You know exactly what I'm talking about. I've asked Edith and she doesn't mind if you wear one of her bras."
"Debbie!" Hal exclaimed. He looked at Debbie and then at the rest of the women. The enormity of what Debbie had just said sucked the air out of his lungs. How would he and Debbie ever have the same relationship with their friends again?
"Isn't it true Edith?" Debbie said.
"Yeah Hal, I don't mind if you wear one of my bras."
Hal looked woozy. "Oh my God, Debbie," Hal said. There was pleading in his voice now. "How could you? I mean, after all Debbie?"
"Hal, Edith will escort you to her bedroom. Pick out a bra to wear and put it on and come back here so we can all admire how dainty you are."
"Debbie!" Hal said. He was beet red.
"If we were home you'd also be able to model some of your pretty dresses for the girls, but we'll just have to make do with what we have here. OK?"
Hal looked at Debbie.
"OK?" Debbie repeated.
Hal gave the barest nod of his head. "He's already wearing my panties," Debbie said, "we wear the same size."
"Touchdown! Touchdown! Wooo wooo!" the men screamed from the other room. "Hal, you're missing the greatest Super Bowl in history!" George yelled.
"I'll be right there!" Hal said, and to Debbie he said, "you're embarrassing me in front of Edith, Marie and Pamela! Let me go back. Won't you? The game will be tied after the extra point!"
"Are you wearing my panties?" Debbie said.
"Yes," Hal said reluctantly.
"The pink ones. He always takes the pink ones. I don't mind since I often wear his jockey shorts. Don't I Hal?"
"Sure Debbie." Plaintively he said, "the game?"
Sternly Debbie said, "go with Edith and I don't want to hear another word about the game. We're anxious to see how pretty you are wearing one of her bras."
Edith started walking toward her bedroom and Hal with great reluctance began following her. Before he got far Debbie said, "come over here one second Hal." Hal walked over and stood in front of her.
To the women in the room Debbie said, "you see he's hard." She pointed at Hal's crotch where there was some good evidence of a bulge. Debbie pulled down the zipper of Hal's pants and reached in with her hand and felt. "Just like I thought. See, it's like a rock in there. Rock hard. Hard Hal." She removed her hand and zipped him back up. "Now go get your bra," she said.
"Oh, no!" they heard from the other room. "They blocked the effing extra point kick!" George said.
"There's still time to get the ball back," Ed yelled.
"How can you do this to me Debbie?" Hal said on the verge of sobbing.
"Get in the fucking bed room and get your bra dear," Debbie said sternly, and then laughed.
Hal followed Edith to her bedroom.
After Hal left Pamela said, "I never imagined such a thing is possible."
"He's like putty in your hands," Marie said.
"Didn't I tell you? Men think more with their penises then they ever do with their brains," Debbie said.
It was quiet in the bedroom and Hal stood nervously with Edith in front of her dresser. Edith opened a drawer and pointed to a pile of bras neatly folded inside.
"These are my bras Hal," she said somewhat awkwardly.
"Thanks," Hal said," I feel uncomfortable. I must be invading your privacy."
"It's all right. I don't mind as long as you don't mind wearing my bra."
"It's Debbie. You heard. She wants me to wear one, and I..."
"And you what Hal?" Edith said gently.
"I don't know," Hal said.
"And you have to, or else?" Edith said.
"Yeah. I'm afraid to say no to her. She could get mad at me and then I'd have to deal with that. I shouldn't be talking about my marriage like this."
"It's OK Hal. All marriages have their stresses and strains."
"You're right," Hal said.
"She doesn't hit you does she?" Edith asked.
"No, not really, but I can't say she never has. Once..." Hal hesitated.
"Once what?" Edith asked.
"Once she pretty much worked me over. I guess ever since then I've tried to avoid conflict. I don't like conflict." Edith wondered what the circumstances could be that would make Debbie beat Hal up. "You must have made her pretty angry," Edith said.
Hal gave Edith a pained look. "That's what Debbie would say, but at the time I just thought I was saying what I wanted to say. I didn't think she had the right to censor me, but apparently women do think they have that right."
Edith's eyebrows arched and Hal hurried to add, "I'm sorry. Please don't be offended by me. I've long ago accepted the fact that Debbie and I have certain needs that seem to match pretty nicely. Well, she does really like me as a girl and I get pleasure making her happy."
"She does want you to wear a bra, that's for sure," Edith said.
"I know, I guess I don't have any choice. The only problem is that I really wish I could be watching the Super Bowl. Anyway, I better pick a bra out as long as you're sure it's OK."
"Go ahead Hal, I truly don't mind," Edith said.
Hal looked at the bras lying in the open drawer. "Edith, I don't know if I can do this. I feel so strange going through your bras."
"As I said it's OK. Do you want me to help you?"
Hal seemed frozen in place and Edith came over next to him. "Look, as you can see I wear mainly white bras. I do have a couple of black ones at the bottom and there's a beige one somewhere. I haven't worn that one in years. What color would you like Hal?"
"White's OK, well I'm guessing its OK with Debbie."
"Good. White. That's easy." Edith held up the first bra and handed it to Hal. It was lacy and smelled sweetly of perfume.
Hal looked at it.
"It's the same kind I have on," Edith said, "a Bali bra." Hal looked at her blankly and she lifted up the front of her blouse revealing a white bra whose cups were filled by her ample chest. "See, it's the same."
"It's nice," Hal said. "You look good in it. Do you think it'll fit me?"
"I'm a 38C," Ethel said.
"That's the same size of the bras Debbie has for me at home."
"Good, Hal, then it should fit just fine."
"OK, I guess this one will do. You're sure I can wear this one?"
"Sure Hal, go ahead. Do you need help putting it on?"
Edith looked down and saw that Hal was as hard as he had been in the living room. She couldn't remember the last time she had seen Ed in that condition.
"Well, no, but maybe. Sometimes I get confused. I've never worn a Bali bra before."
Edith laughed. "They're pretty much all the same, but I'm happy to help you. Let's say I'll intervene if I see you're making a mistake. How's that Hal?"
"Thanks," Hal said. Hal pulled his shirt over his head and Edith saw that his chest was hairless.
"Do you shave your chest hair?" Edith asked.
"Yeah. Debbie insists; she doesn't like hairy men."
Hal lined up the bra to put on and then accomplished the task without a problem. Edith said, "very good, Hal, I don't think any girl could put it on better than you did."
"It's OK Edith, I probably shouldn't take that as a compliment, though I know you mean well. I'm a guy after all."
"Sorry, Hal, you're right. I'm around too many small children." Edith was a grade school teacher.
"Debbie has me wearing bras a lot at home. This is the first time away from home."
"Really?" Edith said.
They were just about to go back to the living room when Pamela came in. "Oh my, look at Hal in a bra! I never would have thought..."
"Go easy on him Pamela," Edith said, "he's more than a little uncomfortable with us seeing him like this."
"I can well imagine," Pamela said.
Hal looked like he was in pain and Pamela said, "it's OK Hal. No judgment here. Anyway, I came in because Debbie wants you to stuff the cups with panties. And she says you might as well not put your shirt back on."
"OK," Edith said, "I can help him out with that." She took out a couple of silky beige panties from her drawer and gave them to Hal.
"Here, you can tuck these in your bra cups," she said.
Hal did as she said.
"Now he's got a chest!" Pamela said.
"What do you do at home, Hal?" Edith asked.
"Debbie got me some breast forms that I wear."
"Mark me surprised," Edith said, "that girl thinks of everything."
"She's always joking about making me get a boob job. Well I'm not so sure she's joking."
"Certainly she is," Edith said, "she must be."
"We better get back," Pamela said and the three of them went back to the living room.
"Here's the pretty one now. Edith you've done a marvelous job dressing her. See how cute she is? She's so precious," Debbie said with obvious merriment.
"A grown man in a bra is really disconcerting," Marie said with some astonishment.
"Isn't it?" Pamela said. "It really takes some getting used to."
"Debbie, I think you made your point," Marie said, "you might as well let him undress and go back to his game."
"No, Marie. A promise is a promise. I want to show you how hard he is so you know what to aim for."
To Hal Debbie said, "take off your pants and come here."
Hal pulled his pants off and revealed his impressive boner that tented a pair of pink panties he was wearing.
"My goodness Debbie," Edith said, "I think I'm beginning to see what you're talking about."
"Damn, third and one!," Dan called out from the next room, "if they get a first down it's all over!"
"Hal, what the fuck are you doing? Get your ass in here!" George's booming voice could be heard.
"Debbie?" Hal pleaded.
"Get on your knees and give me a good suck," Debbie said as she unbuckled the belt to her trousers.
"I can't just yet!" Hal yelled to the guys and got down in front of Debbie and helped her pull down the top of her pants and her panties and then buried his mouth over her vagina. Debbie lifted up her blouse and pulled up her bra so her substantial breasts hung free. She directed one of Hal's hands toward her breasts and he gently fondled her nipples while he sucked on her. A large wet spot formed on the front of Hal's panties where they were pushed up by his penis.
"In front of your eyes you see that Hal is obedient. In fact, he's my little girl play thing. I'm the man in our relationship and he's a preteen girl, afraid of me and devoted to serving me. It's a powerful aphrodisiac for him as you see. I can pretty much make Hal do anything I want right now as long as I don't ask him to be a man. That will kill his boner so fast your heads will spin."
While Debbie spoke the women could see Hal's boner pulsing up and back to an incredible stiffness.
"His dick gets harder and harder when you talk about him that way," Edith said.
"I know, it's really kind of amazing just how helpless he is. He's terrified that I might beat him up." Debbie formed a fist and pushed it against Hal's cheek while he sucked and he cried out in fear.
The women laughed. "Oh, it's kind of pathetic," Pamela said.
"Holy shit!" came from the TV room, "they have to punt now! Far fucking out!"
"I'm thinking of having his penis and balls cut off. They're so useless on him."
"You mean sex reassignment surgery?" Marie said.
"Hear that Hal?" Debbie said. "Do you want a little pussy between your legs?"
Hal shook his head up and down.
"If we keep this up he'll become frantic," Debbie said. "We're deep into the mother lode of his fantasy. The little twelve year old girl Hal giving head to her man. Hal with a little pussy and baby boobs. Just little A cup boobs for Hal so he needs a pretty, flowery bra all the time."
Hal let out a loud sound like "oooooohhhhhh".
"Watch this," Debbie said. She moved Hal's hands to her calves and flexed them so that a rigid bulge could be seen. Hal's fingers gently rubbed over the muscles feeling how hard they were.
"Oh, God!" Hal said.
"He really loves my muscles," Debbie said, "my manly muscles." Hal continued moaning now.
"Enough of this," Debbie said, "now I aim to fuck my little girl. Fuck her so hard her little pussy is filled to the brim and her boobs ache to be pinched."
Hal was clearly in a supreme state of arousal. Debbie arranged him lying on the carpet on his back and pulled his penis out from his panties through the leg hole. It formed an impressive missile waiting at the launch pad.
"Two minute warning," one of the men yelled, "where's Hal?"
"Debbie," Hal said, "I don't want the guys to see me like this. Please?"
"You mean wearing a bra and panties?" Debbie said and to Edith she said, "do you have a slip that would fit Hal? We need to cover him up a bit. The young lady doesn't want the men to see her in her underwear."
"I do, I have a nice slip," Edith said and ran off to get it.
"I'll keep the men out until the game resumes," Pamela said and headed off to the family room.
"Gosh Debbie, I'm getting so wet myself," Marie said. "If I could get Dan like this it would be so unbelievably fantastic. What a delicious boner Hal has."
"Boner makers. That's exactly what the prime fantasy is," Debbie said.
In a couple of minutes Edith returned with a slip and Pamela came back from the game.
"I told them Hal had to help Debbie - a personal thing between them," Pamela said. "They're glued to the set and well stocked with beer."
"Can't I see the end of the game?" Hal cried in despair.
"Edith brought you a pretty slip. Put it on," Debbie said and made a fist.
Hal sat up and put the slip over his head and adjusted it and lay back down.
"Hal is crazy about slips, especially when his boobs fill out his bra and the slip covers them."
Debbie sat next to Hal and while the ladies watched she touched his penis in a couple of spots and it shot up rigidly. Her hand roamed around the large shaft and then slipped down to the balls and finally to the spot just below them. "Massage here," Debbie said. Hal moaned in ecstasy. "The combination of perfect mental stimulant plus physical stimulant and you achieve total control. No man will ever be able to give this up once he's got it."
Hal writhed in sexual stimulation. Pre cum dribbled out of the top of his penis as Debbie touched him. "You see him leaking. Let me tell you that after an hour or two of this state, he better have a good heart."
"Downed at the three yard line!" came from the other room.
"That's only 60 yards to field goal range!" George yelled.
"He's rotten on the long kicks!" Dan said.
"Sometimes I dress Hal in his favorite pink crinoline. You can order them on line from the square dance stores." Debbie straddled Hal and sat on him so his penis was in front of her. She looked down at him and said, "I love to fuck my little girl Hal when she's so pretty. Sometimes I get a little rough with her, but there isn't much she can do about it. Is there?" She made a fist again and Hal reacted by cowering in fear.
"Do you hit him?" Pamela asked.
"I haven't really had to. She's so timid. Like look at now. She's given up the Super Bowl with just a few whimpers."
"First down!" George shouted.
"What a delicious erection," Marie said, "I wish Dan had erections like that. I'd just so much want to climb on it."
"Me too," Edith said. "I love Ed, but I'd love him more if he could give me the erections he did when we were first married."
"Amen," said Pamela.
"If you ladies don't mind, I think I'll finish the little girl off. Ram her up to the hilt with my big dick!"
"Go right ahead," Edith said.
Debbie took off her pants and underwear and promptly climbed on top of Hal and started making love to him as if she was a man. She held his hands down against the ground over his head and her hips and pelvis shoved forcefully against him, grinding away and pumping him hard.
"See...how...I...force...my...little...girl...to...put...out...for...me!" Debbie said as she banged away at Hal. For his part, Hal acted the part of a young girl. His body language showed him to be delicate and graceful. His hips gently rose to receive Debbie's thrusts. His toes curled and his arms looked limp and thin.
Debbie said, "I love your tits Hal. I love your beautiful tits filling up your bra. You're the prettiest girl I've ever fucked."
"WHAT A PASS," Ed shouted at the top of his lungs. "50, 40, 35. Out at the 35!"
"OH MY GOD! LAST TIME OUT. 2 SECONDS ON THE CLOCK! A 50 YARD FIELD GOAL AND THEY WIN!" George shouted.
"HE'S A CHOKER!" Ed said.
"HE'LL DO IT!" Dan shouted.
"Oh baby, no man has ever fucked you like this," Debbie said in a cool voice." They had become locked in a synchronized motion: Debbie thrusting, Hal receiving it demurely and moaning and then saying "oh God, oh God," in ever increasing volume. Debbie picked up the pace and Hal became more and more frantic.
"OH, God," Hal said and then Debbie took a mighty thrust.
"IT LOOKS GOOD!" George yelled.
"GOD ALMIGHTY!" Hal screamed.
"IT'S GOOD, IT'S GOOD!" Dan and Ed yelled at the top of their voices.
"I'M DYING!!!!!!!!" Hal yelled as he spasmed again and again under Debbie's body.
"WE WON. WE WON. WE WON," the men yelled and came running into the living room dancing and jumping up and down with joy.
The three men stared down at Hal and Debbie in silence. In slip, bra and panties Hal got up, grabbed his pants and ran out of the room to Edith's bedroom. Nonchalantly, Debbie pulled her panties and pants back up, adjusted her breasts back into her bra, looked at Dan, George and Ed and said, "sounds like it was an exciting game," and then followed Hal to Edith's bedroom.
"Edith?" Ed said.
"What?" Edith said.
"What do you mean by 'what'?" Ed said. "What was going on here?"
"I think it's pretty obvious what was going on."
"Why was it going on?" Ed said.
"Why was Hal dressed up like a girl?" Dan said.
"I think you should ask Hal that," Marie said.
"Whatever was going on here was sick," George said. "You ladies aren't planning some kind of orgy are you?"
"Yeah George," Pamela laughed, "we're dying to see you in a bra and panties." While she said this she looked at George's crotch to sense if there was any reaction.
"You ladies are screwing with our minds. What's the deal?" George said.
"Like Marie said," Edith said, "you need to ask Hal."
At that moment Hal and Debbie reappeared wearing their winter coats and ready to leave. Debbie said, "Edith, thanks so much for the use of your bra and slip. Hal left them on your bed. I hope you don't mind but I've got to get Hal home. It's been a big night for him."
"Hal, what's going on?" George said.
"We've got to go," Debbie said curtly.
"Sorry guys," Hal said.
"Goodnight Debbie," Edith said, "and goodnight Hal," and she gave Hal a peck on his cheek.
"We'll be in touch," Pamela said.
"Bye," Marie said.
George made a grunting sound.
On the way home in the car with George, Pamela said, "so tell my about your fantasies."
"Fantasies?" George said.
"Yeah, fantasies," Pamela said. "You must have a favorite fantasy."
"Is this about Hal and Debbie?" he asked.
"No, it's about me and you," Pamela said.
George looked at her warily and said, "let me think about it."
"Take all the time you want."
After a few minutes Pamela said, "so how's it going?"
"Good. Very good," George said.
"Are you going to share it with me?"
"I'm not so sure you want to hear it."
"I want to hear everything about it."
"I don't know Pamela."
"If you don't tell me I'll think its something much worse than it is, like bestiality," Pamela said trying to force a laugh.
George looked at her quizzically.
"I'm not right am I?" Pamela said surprised.
"No, its not bestiality. Look what really turns me on is feet. Well my fantasy exactly is that I'm a shoe salesman. You're wearing a short skirt, panty hose and very high heels. I sit in front of you helping you find a pair of shoes. I can peek up your skirt. I hear the sound of your stockings rubbing against each other. You have a white slip on under the skirt. I see the lace just peeking out. Whew, I'm getting hot. Now you think I'm sick, don't you?"
Pamela leaned over and put her arm over George's shoulder. "I love you for trusting me with that. Tomorrow when you get home from work you're going to wait on me in our pretend shoe store."
While they were cleaning up after the guests had left Edith said, "so tell me Ed. Do you have a favorite fantasy?"
"Fantasy?" Ed said.
"Sex fantasy, you know. Something you think about when you jerk off," Edith said.
"What, is this about Hal?"
"Tell me Ed. I want to know what it is."
Ed looked at Edith warily. "It's funny that all of a sudden you're asking me this."
"I want to know what it is. Maybe I ought to take a greater interest in your personal feelings. I don't know, acting it out with you might be fun." Edith felt suddenly nervous. All her cards were now on the table.
Ed looked at her with astonishment. "This is about Hal and Debbie, isn't it?"
"I love you Ed. You can tell me."
"OK Edith, I won't play around. I think about a pretty girl, sometimes she's you and she's wearing nothing but a really tight black leather corset and she's tied to the brass bed and she's begging me for my cock in her mouth..."
Edith's eyes grew wider, "I had no idea."
"See, my instinct was telling me this wasn't a good idea."
Edith came over and put her arms around Ed. "Tomorrow I'm going to buy a black leather corset. Can you handle it?"
Edith sensed that Ed was suddenly hot and his eyes had a slight glaze to them. She took a casual glance down to his crotch and saw a bulge.
"Bingo," Edith said.
In the car driving home Dan said, "I never would have believed it if I hadn't seen it myself. Hal in a bra and slip!"
"I thought he was kind of cute like that," Marie said.
"Go on!" Dan said.
The car passed under a street light and Marie wondered if she hadn't seen some movement in Dan's crotch.
"I think you'd be just as cute as Hal," Marie said. She closely studied Dan's face in the dark.
"Marie!" Dan said.
Marie waited for him to scold her and he didn't. "Seriously Dan, I think you'd make a very attractive girl, I mean if you happened to be one." The faint outlines of a boner seemed to be rising out of Dan's pants.
"Really now?" Dan said. His voice seemed a bit breathless.
"In fact, I'd be curious to compare you to Hal."
"Compare me?"
"Yeah. I could dress you in one of my bras and some panties and maybe a slip." Marie paused to let it sink in and see if Dan protested.
At a red traffic light, Marie looked carefully at Dan's face. She could plainly see that his mind was whirring away about something.
They started moving again and Marie continued, "I bet my pantyhose would fit you also. I think you would be cute in pantyhose. But first I'd have to shave your legs."
"Oh, God," Dan said.
"What's a matter Dan?" Marie said.
"You're going to kill me, but that's so hot. I can't believe how hot that is."
"Why would I be upset? I think you'd make a very pretty girl Dan. It would be fun to dress you up and see how pretty you are."
The four women met for lunch a week later at a restaurant.
"Oh my God Debbie, you're such a genius," Edith said.
"You've changed my life!" Marie said.
"You can't believe the new George. He's become so sweet and docile. Rushes to help me with every chore," Pamela said.
"I told you so. It's really so elementary you wonder why all women haven't figured this out," Debbie said.
"The part that's amazing is that you have to give just a little and you get so much more back in return," Edith said.
"That's exactly it," Marie said.
"I'm dying to find out what you found out about your husbands," Debbie said, "I hope you don't mind sharing!"
"Of course we don't," Marie said. "Dan is into the same thing as Hal! You can't believe how hot I made him telling him I'd dress him up in a bra and pantyhose. Last night we had the best sex we've had in our entire marriage!"
"That's so cool. What about you Edith?"
"Well it turns out that Ed wants me in a corset and tied to the bed. So I bought a black leather corset about 2 sizes too small: I'm just able to wriggle into it. I've had it on every night this week when Ed comes home from work. He gets so excited we forget about dinner and rush to the bedroom where he ties my hands and feet to the brass bed with some ribbons. The first time he was so hot he came before he even got his dick to my mouth!" The ladies laughed.
"It's a work in progress, but we both haven't felt so happy with each other in years."
"And you Pamela," Debbie said, "what's up with George?"
"He's into legs and shoes, would you believe it? I've had to buy shear stockings and spike heels and a tiny mini-skirt. He's helpless at my feet. It was a little weird at first, but now that I understand him better I have to admit it's rather nice. It's made me feel better about my femininity, to see him so rapturous. Once he starts going, then he's so passionate we make love like we're in our twenties."
"Well, as I said, despite their large brains and brawn, men are remarkably simple to figure out once you know what to look for," Debbie said.
The women sat back comfortably secure in that knowledge. "Amen," Edith said.
"Amen," Marie and Pamela said in unison.
"I wonder if our husbands will get to watch any of the Super Bowl next year," Debbie said and the four women laughed.
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