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Isabelle had the the perfect marriage for the most part. She had total control of her loving husband, Arthur, who worshiped the ground she walked on, as he should...where else would he find a blonde southern belle, with a body to die for, long shapely legs atop of a fine perfect round ass, breasts that stand up on their own and deep dreamy blue eyes. Isabelle was a the classic trophy wife.
Although there was no doubt Isabelle was a girly girl and some people would label her a bimbo, a blonde barbie doll, in fact she was quite the opposite. No, whatever they thought of her she was a graduate of the University of Georgia, a former cheerleader, very intelligent, independent and capable of taking care of herself. Isabelle decided, at a young age, that when she was to be married it was going to be to a passive, gentle man who would appreciate her in a way she deserved. For some reason the aggressive, overbearing males repulsed her. Isabelle wanted a male she could manipulate and have control over.
Of course she was aware that her dear Artie wasn't anything special, he was average looking, rather thin, and not overly ambitious. But needless to say Isabelle was certain that Arthur would be totally devoted to her. What more could she ask for ?
They lived in a wealthy gated neighborhood in a fine three bedroom home, which also included an exclusive country club membership. This allowed the young newlywed to pursue her favorite past time which was shopping and going out to lunch with her friends. On the weekends the husbands played golf while the wives tanned beside the pool, sipping cocktails and catching up on the daily gossip. Sometimes the conversation was quite informative.
" It's so easy ladies, all you have to do is pantie size them. " Isabelle explained.
" What are you talking about ? " Nichole asked, raising her eyebrows.
" Well...when we were first married and came home from our honeymoon I replaced Artie's boxers with silky underthings. In other words he had no choice but to wear the pink panties I purchased for him. "
" Really ? " Nicole asked.
" You didn't... " Rachel said. " And he actually wore them ? Oh my God Roger would never wear a pair of women's underwear. "
" Ryan would never be caught dead in a pair of panties..." Nicole boasted.
" Yes but your husbands are inconsiderate as most males are. My Arthur is devoted to my happiness. " Isabelle assured them. " I insist that he wear them to work and when he comes home. He loves the way they feel...I am teaching him that my pleasure comes before his and this makes it so much easier to control him. Arthur does nothing without my permission. Believe it or not he loves doing his chores and duties when he gets home from work. "
" Your joking ! What kind of chores ? Roger won't even wash a dish ! " Rachel says.
" Arthur does the dishes, he does our laundry, cleans the bathroom and anything else I tell him to do. " Isabelle brags.
Rachel and Nichole look at each other in disbelieve.
" I do declare the other day I made him give me a manicure and pedicure. " Isabelle boasted, showing off her polished nails.
" You can't be serious. " Nichole mutters.
" Oh yes, ladies, I am making him give me foot massages every night when he gets home from work ! It feels so divine ! He makes me feel like a queen. "
" Well Isabelle you ought to rent him out to all the ladies in the neighborhood ! " Rachel suggests.
" Or maybe you should buy your hubby's some silk panties. "
Although there was no doubt Isabelle was a girly girl and some people would label her a bimbo, a blonde barbie doll, in fact she was quite the opposite. No, whatever they thought of her she was a graduate of the University of Georgia, a former cheerleader, very intelligent, independent and capable of taking care of herself. Isabelle decided, at a young age, that when she was to be married it was going to be to a passive, gentle man who would appreciate her in a way she deserved. For some reason the aggressive, overbearing males repulsed her. Isabelle wanted a male she could manipulate and have control over.
Of course she was aware that her dear Artie wasn't anything special, he was average looking, rather thin, and not overly ambitious. But needless to say Isabelle was certain that Arthur would be totally devoted to her. What more could she ask for ?
They lived in a wealthy gated neighborhood in a fine three bedroom home, which also included an exclusive country club membership. This allowed the young newlywed to pursue her favorite past time which was shopping and going out to lunch with her friends. On the weekends the husbands played golf while the wives tanned beside the pool, sipping cocktails and catching up on the daily gossip. Sometimes the conversation was quite informative.
" It's so easy ladies, all you have to do is pantie size them. " Isabelle explained.
" What are you talking about ? " Nichole asked, raising her eyebrows.
" Well...when we were first married and came home from our honeymoon I replaced Artie's boxers with silky underthings. In other words he had no choice but to wear the pink panties I purchased for him. "
" Really ? " Nicole asked.
" You didn't... " Rachel said. " And he actually wore them ? Oh my God Roger would never wear a pair of women's underwear. "
" Ryan would never be caught dead in a pair of panties..." Nicole boasted.
" Yes but your husbands are inconsiderate as most males are. My Arthur is devoted to my happiness. " Isabelle assured them. " I insist that he wear them to work and when he comes home. He loves the way they feel...I am teaching him that my pleasure comes before his and this makes it so much easier to control him. Arthur does nothing without my permission. Believe it or not he loves doing his chores and duties when he gets home from work. "
" Your joking ! What kind of chores ? Roger won't even wash a dish ! " Rachel says.
" Arthur does the dishes, he does our laundry, cleans the bathroom and anything else I tell him to do. " Isabelle brags.
Rachel and Nichole look at each other in disbelieve.
" I do declare the other day I made him give me a manicure and pedicure. " Isabelle boasted, showing off her polished nails.
" You can't be serious. " Nichole mutters.
" Oh yes, ladies, I am making him give me foot massages every night when he gets home from work ! It feels so divine ! He makes me feel like a queen. "
" Well Isabelle you ought to rent him out to all the ladies in the neighborhood ! " Rachel suggests.
" Or maybe you should buy your hubby's some silk panties. "
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