Good Wife University (GWU) bi bobbi jo greene-wood
Chapter Twenty-eight -- Monogamous Polygamy
Wednesday morning began with free time to discuss experiences. They used their
time to catch up on homework. Kim helped Laura deal with the computers. She
showed her how to log onto the Internet and get to the sites that dealt with
marriage and BDSM, downloading files to the hard drive to speed things up, then
printing the texts on the high speed dot matrix printer.
Kim also offered Bill and Laura one of her old computers, a nice one except that
"it might be a bit slow. Once you've been on-line a few times, you'll be
hooked," Kim promised. To stay competitive, Kim bought a new computer or
upgraded two or three times a year.
When Wanda called everyone together at nine, they burst out laughing. She was
wearing a blond wig with bangs, knee socks, and saddle shoes right out of the
fifties with a shiny white leatherette G-string and bustier. "You like?" she
giggled. "This is my husband's favorite outfit. So let's get today's class
going. Guess what our subject is?"
"Kinky clothes," Laura laughed.
"Wrong! Did anybody read the schedule?"
"Yes, but what's monogamous polygamy," Kaitlyn asked seriously.
"OK, you college educated fools," Wanda teased, "What is it?"
"A contradiction in terms," Kim answered.
"So define monogamy, Darlene."
"Wife and husband, period. One man married to one woman."
"Right. Now what's polygamy, ah, Katy?"
"More than one wife like the Mormons," she replied.
"Very good. So does anybody want to guess what our class title means?"
"I read an article with a name something like that," Darlene offered. "It said
that a wife should be many women. It's like what Clarice said, a lady in public,
a cook in the kitchen, and a whore in the bedroom."
"Absolutely correct," Wanda smiled. "I have a number of studies and articles
here that say that the male of the species Homo sapiens is naturally polygamous.
It's in his genes to want to spread his seed around..."
A chorus of groans acknowledged the verbal pun.
"...while a woman generally looks for the security of a one-on-one arrangement.
So we're fighting human nature. That's why there's so much cheating going on.
Men get bored. Do you ever get bored with your husband? Darlene?"
"Do I ever!"
"Whose fault is that?"
"Well, let me clarify that. I just get bored. It's doing the same things all the
time; laundry, cleaning, picking up after the kids. It's not really Dwayne."
"Not totally Dwayne, you mean. Ladies, if you're like me, you get into ruts. For
a while, it feels like, 'Hey, I've found my groove' and you feel more efficient.
But if you stay in a groove long enough, it gets deeper and deeper and deeper
until you've dug a rut or a ditch or the Grand Canyon. So, every once in a
while, climb out of the Grand Canyon and start over with things smooth. Here's
reality," Wanda lectured. "We go through stages with rites of passage. After
each one, we need to relook things and make some changes. Laura, when your kids
left home, what changed?"
"Not much," she sighed.
"Really? That would have been a perfect time to rejuvenate your sex life and
make some major changes. Get a job, volunteer for some new organization, go back
to school, you name it. Do you think you might have been in a rut?"
"The whatever-it's-called trench in the Pacific," she laughed. "The one that's
the deepest depression on earth."
"I think maybe we drug you out. What do you think?"
"This is certainly a change," she smiled.
"Gals, this is a rite of passage. Here. Now. By a week from Friday, each of you
will be a different woman. If you've always worn sensible cotton briefs, wear
silk thongs. If your hair was short, it's had six weeks to grow out and it's
time to try long again, but if your hair is long, maybe this is the time to hack
it off into an easy-to-care-for pageboy. This is the time to do it, to make some
changes."
Wanda was on a roll, and nothing was going to slow her down. "If we're
successful, your life will never be the same. You'll eat better, sleep better,
exercise more, look better, and fuck better than you ever have before in your
life. So go for it. Become someone new, different, and exciting for yourself.
Your husband will love it, too. Believe me. And play games. Not just bondage or
DS. Try strip poker with the neighbors or some nasty flashing in the mall or
screwing around on his desk at work. Better that you do it than his secretary,
right?"
The rah-rah session lasted most of an hour before Wanda started to calm down and
talk practically. "So here's your assignment, not for this weekend but the
following Friday. You will become someone totally different from who you were.
Each of you has to decide on what you'll change, and we'll have lots of
suggestions for you. So let's start with how you dress. Some of you are going to
have to buy new wardrobes when you get back home, unless you start eating ice
cream by the gallon and go back to living on greaseburgers and French fries.
Anybody want to do that?"
Debbie, the fitness nut, was the only one who hadn't already changed her fitness
and physical appearance a great deal in the first six weeks. Laura had lost
nearly twenty pounds and two dress sizes. She felt more alive than she had in
twenty years. All of the other women were more fit and felt better.
"OK. Now it's time to play," Wanda said gleefully, clapping her hands like a
three-year-old. "And we're gonna play 'dress up'. Come with me." They followed
Wanda upstairs to a room that few of them had seen, the wardrobe room. At the
entrance was a large wheel like the one used on 'The Price is Right' except that
roles instead of numbers were written in the spaces. "Spin the wheel and see who
you're going to be for the rest of the day. Who wants to be first?"
Kaitlyn was just behind Wanda so she stepped to the side and gave the wheel a
mighty spin. It revolved a dozen times before it slowed its clicking and stopped
on...
prim, proper school teacher
--> Wonder Woman
dominatrix
"That ought to be something," she giggled.
"We have costumes to fit most sizes," Wanda told her. "Next? How about you,
Darlene." Darlene gave the big wheel a spin that only took it around twice.
naughty nun
--> business _MAN_
teenage cheerleader
"The emphasis is on man, I suppose," she grinned knowingly.
"Right back there," Wanda pointed. "And costumes are in the far corner, Katy.
You might as well see if it'll fit."
"This is ridiculous," Laura grumbled, fearing she would land on something
juvenile.
"Absolutely," Wanda agreed. "And fun. It's play time, lady. You take yourself
way too seriously. And you just determined that you're next so give it a spin."
Reluctantly, Laura did.
bordello madam
--> Kat Woman
male gorilla
Wendy was laughing. "You're kidding right? Male gorilla?"
"It's actually the same suit as King Kong," Wanda admitted. "Except for the
rather large male gorilla genitals we attach."
"You're having so much fun, why don't you play too," Wendy challenged.
"I don't mind if I do. Oh, and we have to act the parts. Maybe I'll end up male
gorilla and get to screw all of you," she snickered evilly, taking a position by
the wheel and spinning it mightily. A few minutes later, their roles were set.
Wanda --> punk rocker Kaitlyn --> Wonder Woman Kim --> Naughty nurse Jennifer
--> librarian Darlene --> Business MAN Laura ----> Kat Woman Debbie --> Spider
Woman Wendy ----> dildo devil Maria ---> Princess Beauty
Wanda encouraged silliness as they changed into their costumes and slipped into
the assigned roles. She put on an orange wig with spiked hair, a sculptured
leather vest with formed cups, stretch pants, and combat boots, set off by huge
hoop ear rings and a clip-in nose ring. Darlene dressed in a man's suit,
complete from the white cotton BVD briefs to wingtip shoes, adding a stick-on
mustache and a headpiece to make her bald. Laura was amazed that there was
actually a Kat Woman costume to fit her. The Spider Woman and Wonder Woman
costumes were cute, too.
Jennifer's librarian outfit was very proper: long skirt, long sleeved white
blouse buttoned to her neck with a little ribbon tie under the collar, white
knit tights, and sensible flat shoes. She put her hair in a bun and wore
wire-framed glasses to add to the image.
Maria's velvet gown in royal purple with layers of petticoats was ravishing.
Wanda teased her about the last chapter in Anne Rice's 'Beauty trilogy' where
Princess Beauty was carried away with clamps on her pussy lips and nipples.
Wendy argued successfully that the wheel didn't specify when and insisted that
she was Princess Beauty after her rescue but before her prince arrived.
Wendy's outfit was the most outrageous. It was a bright red body suit made of
latex rubber. A bright red dildo stuck out the front with a counterbalancing
dildo inside her pussy to make sure that the one outside stuck out straight. The
five-inch heels of the outfit's boots were carved in the shape of erect male
organs and the cap of her mask was shaped like a male glans. The horns on each
side of her head were curved red dildos. A three-tined red pitchfork completed
the look; each tine was another red rubber penis.
"What's the object of this?" Kim asked Wanda.
"Fun."
"I don't get it," Kim muttered. "There's always something behind every game
we've played."
"Well, do you remember your first couple weeks?" Wanda asked. "Did you, perhaps,
meet up with upper classmen wearing clothing that might be called peculiar?"
"They terrified and terrorized us," Kim answered.
"Why? Any ideas?"
"The fun of it?"
"So have fun. But play your role."
"How?"
"Use your imagination," Wanda told all of them seriously. "This is a game. It's
supposed to be fun. If terrorizing freshmen is your idea of fun, go for it. But
if I have to provide suggestions, you can't use mine. You have to figure out
your own."
"I don't need any," Wendy snickered. "They're all naked and I've got more cocks
then any six men." She walked away as best she could on the high cocked boots to
find some freshman students to tease.
"We don't have to give them a hard time, do we?" Jennifer asked. Her prim
looking librarian outfit would have been dowdy on an ordinary sized woman but on
Jennifer's slender six-foot frame, the skirt was quite short and downright sexy
looking.
"No, you don't. Just stay in character. Play your part. If you want to read or
catch up on your homework, go right ahead."
"I think this naughty nurse might need to do some rectal exams," Kim giggled.
"Get some rubber gloves from the infirmary," Wanda suggested, adding, "We have
about an hour and twenty minutes to play. Meet in 208 at eleven."
Only Kim, Wendy, and Darlene took advantage of the freshmen's vulnerability.
Their teasing was mild compared to the rest of a freshman's regimen. Wendy
ordered all eight freshmen to practice oral sex at once, one in front, one on
each heel, one on each horn, and three side-by-side on her pitchfork tines. Kim
decided to do her rectal exams while the students were distracted. Darlene's
harassment was entirely verbal.
At eleven, they reassembled. "Anybody have fun?" Wanda asked.
"It was more fun getting dressed than being dressed," Maria answered.
"Any kid playing dress-up could have told you that," Wanda laughed. "Well, Kim,
it was you who asked what the object of this exercise was. I can now tell you
that it was a test, a test of your ability to use your imagination and to
role-play. And everyone but you flunked. But don't worry. This was just a
pre-test to see what we need to work on."
"We emphasize dressing up because it's the quick and easy way to change
yourself," Wanda continued. "I'm sure you remember our 'clothes make the woman'
sessions. There are lots of other ways to change yourself. We already talked
about hair. You can color it, style it, put it up, take it down, spray it stiff,
condition it to death, or even shave it off completely. But that's a little
drastic and it takes time for it to grow back."
"Later on, we'll talk a little about body modification, cosmetic surgery,
tattoos and piercings, and even scarification. From my standpoint, piercings are
OK because they'll close up if you change your mind later on. We discourage most
cosmetic surgery except to correct defects and, in my humble opinion, having
small breasts does _not_ make you defective. We definitely discourage
scarification. Tattoos should be tasteful and fairly small unless you really get
into body art. But more on that later."
She looked at the women and went on. "GWU's about being a good wife and one of
the things that makes a woman a good wife is to be a good lover, right? Anybody
want to argue that point?"
"Good. So husbands get bored. Wives get bored. Bored with sex, bored with
chores, bored with their partners, bored with their roles, and even bored with
their wardrobes. Which brings us right back to clothes make the woman. Remember
the slides? Remember your judgments based on clothing? Learn from your
observations. So what have you learned?"
"That rubber devil outfits are uncomfortable," Wendy grumbled.
"Then take it off," Wanda laughed. "Your choice for the moment, ladies. You can
stay dressed as you are or change into something totally different but I'd like
to hear your reasons for whichever you choose. So, Wendy, you're going to strip
because the latex is getting uncomfortable. Is it sexy?"
"Not to me," she answered.
"Darlene?"
"I never realized that a guy's briefs had such thick seams," she answered. "I
prefer something feminine."
"Acceptable. Kaitlyn?"
"I feel like what's-her-name, the woman who played Wonder Woman on TV. I kind of
like it. I think Bruce would, too, except that it'd be kind of hard to get off
quick."
"And more on that later, too," Wanda laughed. "So are you going to stay in
costume?"
"For a little while, if that's all right."
"It sure is. By the way, Linda Carter never looked so good."
"That's her name!"
"And she's an old woman now, but she still looks good."
"Like Clarice," Wendy observed.
"We're getting off track. Kim?"
"I'm ready to strip naked again."
"Why?"
"I'm just not a naughty nurse," Kim shrugged.
"Giving rectal exam's was pretty naughty."
"It was fun but I'm ready for reality again."
"Stop right there," Wanda said sternly. "Lecture time. I hear a lot of women
say, 'Oh, I'm just not the glamorous kind' or 'I'm just not good at sports,' or
'I just can't... whatever.'"
Wanda looked around the room, inhaled deeply, and yelled, "BULL SHIT!" at the
top of her lungs. "You _CAN_ be glamorous. You _CAN_ become good at sports with
practice and instruction. _YOU_! Every one of you. You can be sexy, but you can
also be prim. You can be exotic but you can also be plain. You can be lazy but
you can also be energetic. You may be fat but you can also be fit. You can be
anything you want to be, got it?" She smiled at her students. "Say 'yes,
mother'," Wanda laughed.
"Yes, mother dear," they all laughed back.
"OK, now that you've accepted that you can be whatever you want to be, let's
decide how we're going to do that. Any ideas? Well, let me pick on somebody.
Jennifer, come on up here. So, what makes you 'prim and proper'?"
"Hair up. Nothing sexy."
"With your legs? You can't help but be sexy," Laura muttered.
"RIGHT!" Wanda yelled again. "Does Jennifer look sexy?" They all agreed that she
did. "But why?"
"Short skirt."
"Her legs."
"But this does look proper for a librarian. It is proper. I guess I picked the
wrong person. OK, class, let's pick on Laura. Does she look sexy?"
"Kinda," Debbie shrugged.
"Why?"
"It's tight."
"But it doesn't show off her boobs," Kaitlyn added, twisting her mouth in
thought, her head tilted. "You've got too much butt for Kat Woman. I mean, it's
different and kind of sexy but you'd look sexier in... I don't know, but
something that makes the most of what you have."
"Or minimizes it, in the case of your butt. Do you know how much butt you've
lost?" Wanda asked Laura.
"Enough that my old pants won't stay up," Laura blushed, remembering the shorts
that Bill brought for her over the weekend.
"So you're a future Kat Woman," Wanda pronounced. "As soon as you're Kat Woman
size, if--and that's _IF_--you want to get down to that size. OK, gals. Our
challenge is to make Laura sexy. Is this a big challenge?"
"Not with those boobs," Kim snickered.
"Well, what role from the wheel should we make her?"
"I vote for whore house madam," Kaitlyn suggested. "Dolly Parton isn't exactly
skinny."
"So it's 'Best Little Whore House in Texas'," Wanda laughed. "Do you agree,
Laura?"
"I'm no Dolly Parton." But she also remembered how much hubby liked corsets.
Wanda bowed her head and folded her hands. "Let us play. Oh Lord, give us the
inspiration to make sure that this lady, Laura, our friend, classmate, and
sometimes lover, fulfills her duties to her husband by becoming the best whore
house madam that ever was. Everybody say 'AMEN'."
They laughed as they echoed, "Amen!"
"How do we start?" Wanda asked.
"Corset. Sexy one with wide straps." Kaitlyn answered quickly.
"How 'bout some falsies to make even more of her top? At one time or another,
every woman I know wants more up here," Wanda told her class, cupping under her
boobs and pushing up. "But none of you are candidates for augmentation, so some
temporary enhancement will do. First, let's try my favorites." She went to a
cupboard and came out with a pair of latex half breasts.
They laced Laura into what they all agreed was the sexiest corset on the racks,
a boned, black lace, 'Merry Widow' number, and retightened the lacing twice.
Wanda and the class helped Laura try on half a dozen different kinds of falsies.
In the end, everyone agreed with Wanda that the soft latex temporary
augmentation looked and felt best with the corset.
As a group, the class decided that a madam needed whores so they all picked out
sexy lingerie to "advertise" their bodies. While they did so, they discussed
prostitution.
"To some extent, we're all whores," Wanda insisted. "Women sell a smile and
conversation for a meal. That's what most dates are."
"But prostitution involves sex. The physical body in some sort of sexual
activity," one of them stated.
"Not really," Darlene argued. "I've read that a lot of times all the guy wants
to do is talk. That's why we're taking all these classes on communications."
The discussion included the differences between 'street walkers', workers in a
bordello, and classy call girls and escorts. Much of their knowledge of
prostitution came from the movies and all agreed that their favorite was 'Pretty
Woman' because of the romance.
Everyone looked sexy when they went to supper. It was there that Wanda told
them, "You've done great. Do you realize that you've become whores for the
night? Bordello whores right out of the movies. Your guys would love it. And,
oh, I almost forgot. Laura? Your hubby's visiting tonight."
