“My my my,” said Paula, “do you ever stop looking?”
“What do you mean? Looking at what?” replied Dave.
“Oh come on now, you have been staring at that woman across the room all night, it’s really embarrassing. I have to watch you, she has clearly noticed, and it’s really so sexist. What’s your excuse this time?
“I haven’t been doing that, I swear,” he said, his voice lowering to almost silence. “Really, I’m telling the truth.”
“Yeah, you say that all the time, so now I have some news for you, you like how she looks don’t you? Admit it. That green dress is gorgeous, and you love looking at her breasts.”
“Yeah, but so what? I like how you look too, you look really pretty tonight.”
“We’ll see.” Paula then reached into her pocketbook and pulled out a blindfold. Before Dave knew what was happening, there he was, at a table in one of the city’s finest restaurants, blindfolded, and his wife whispering in his ear. “Now dear, if I look so pretty tonight tell me what I am wearing.”
Dave heard the words, his mind raced, but he was drawing a blank. The truth was that he had no idea what she was wearing. Not because he didn’t love her, he did, but because he so loved seeing all the pretty women and admiring how they dressed. His wife, while lovely and well-endowed, was plain, like his mom, and he loved the women with the pretty outfits, especially the ones that showed just enough, like the woman in the restaurant. Paula, on the other hand, covered up everything. She looked pretty, but it was different. Plus, there was the allure of the forbidden, after all, Dave had always been faithful.
“You can’t remember, you didn’t notice the dress,” Paula yelled, as heads turned.
“No honey, I’m sorry,” Dave mumbled.
“Well dear, it’s time for you to realize that it takes a lot of work for women to be pretty, and that your eyes cannot wander anymore. If they do, I will make you pay, boy will I, and then the world will know.”
“Know what?”
“Ohhhh, all about you.”
“What about me?” Dave yelled.
“Keep your voice down, this is embarrassing enough.”
“Don’t tell me what to do. We’ve been married for five years, and all this time your eyes wander. You love a beautiful women, especially those who show off just a bit of a bra or perhaps the outline of their panties. That’s not me, “ Paula’s voice was rising.
“But now honey, it’s your turn. Because since you like that look so much you’re going to be wearing it too. I’ve joined the Hubbies in Bras and Panties Club, where the women run the show and the men wear pretty bras and panties.”
“You can’t do this to me,” Dave screamed.
“Oh yeah? Well, let’s see, take a look at this picture.”
Dave just stared. “That’s my face, and yours, but where did you get that?”
“Ah, Photoshop, but it’s OK, only your paralegal and I know about this. And no one else will know – for now – as long as you change your disgusting ways.”
“What, whaat do you mean?”
“From now on, you too will wear the bras and panties and any time Olivia or I catch you looking at us that way, we’ll release this picture on the Internet, and that’ll do wonders to your legal career. She’s just as tired of you looking at her that way too.”
“I don’t look at her that way.”
“Yeah, right. Then why do you tell me what she wore every day? Huh? Today all you talked about was the lace top.”
“Dave, your time is up, you no longer wear the underpants. Now you wear the panties.”
“Oh, yeah, and the bras.”
“You can’t do that!”
“We’ll see. Let’s get out of here, you’ve embarrassed me enough, and for the last time.”
They paid the bill, and went home. Dave thought that this was all a bad dream.
They arrived home, he took a shower, and looked around for his clothes. They were gone. He walked out of the shower and there was Paula, waiting for him.
