Original subtitles

Well, sometimes we talk about sex.

Uh -huh.

That's what I thought.

Like what?

Fantasies.

Sex fantasies.

This is even better than I thought.

Do I know any of these women?

Not really.

That's what makes it interesting.

We feel we can say anything, and it won't get back to our husbands.

Some of the girls really get out there.

You gotta tell me at least one.

I can't. It's a rule.

Come on. In a time like this, who cares?

These... Do you promise it won't go any further than this room?

Yes.

Wow.

All right.

There's this one girl.

She's the wife of a bank president.

Her name's Cheryl.

Sweetest little thing you ever saw.

What color's her hair?

Blonde, all over. Is she cute?

Real cute. Got the cutest little nose.

Oh, and her mouth. Ben, you'd love her mouth. What?

Big, full lips.

And... What is she doing? What is she doing? I was trying to see.

Well, she talks about how she wants to be tied up.

She wants to be wearing stockings.

And there's this chair in their dining room.

She wants the ropes to come tight to cross her breath.

Oh, she had nice tits.

Nice tits. What's her nipples like?

Nice. When she was telling the story, they got really hard. You could see

through her dress.

Oh, so what happens? What's going on? What does she do? So anyway...

There's this chair in the dining room that she wants to be tied to.

And she wants her husband to stand there and take pictures while she's doing

this. Really?

What's he do with the pictures?

They exchange them with other couples.

Was it kinky?

Mm -hmm.

Tell me something.

What else do you think he does?

I think he...

Stand there and jerk off.

I bet he does.

Wait a minute.

Yeah.

Would you

bring a tape recorder to your next meeting?

What?

Take a tape recorder in your next meeting, you know, in your bag. Are you

serious?

Yes.

Why?

Research. What's the matter? You chicken?

Well, a little. I mean, I feel like a spy.

Yeah, but that's what makes it exciting. You could be my eyes and ears in the

girls' locker room.

This is a terrific idea.

You are serious.

Sure. Come on, Terry.

Please, for me.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Well.

Okay,

I'll think about it.

a chair tied up.

One is everything.

I'll tell you.

Jesus Christ.

My big ass.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Harder.

Fuck me.

I've never had an affair with him actually I've never really met him I've

seen him working at the counter where I take my dry cleaning.

He's a boy.

Sometimes I think about him. I think that he's delivering my husband's shirts

and that I'm home alone.

I'm wearing black stockings and a garter belt, a see -through blouse, black, and

a skirt.

I don't have any panties on.

And when the doorbell rings, I get wet.

My nipples are hard, and I know that he can see them through my blouse.

I find an excuse to get him inside, like I'm looking for my wallet or something.

He's staring at my breasts, and I'm staring at the bulge he gets in his

I'm shaking because I know what's going to happen next.

I bet you're a nasty little boy and play with yourself all the time.

I let him stare at me as much as he wants.

I want you to open your fly and play with yourself.

And just the idea that he gets so hard just looking at me makes me want to show

him more.

You can keep watching as long as you do what I tell you.

Show it to me.

The excitement of all this is making me crazy.

Oh, yes.

Stroke it.

Not too fast.

Nice and slow.

Oh, yeah.

Make it throb.

Squeeze the head a little bit harder.

Faster.

When I sit, I let the tops of my thighs show, just to where the nylons end.

I know you can see all the way up my skirt.

I don't care.

I love you.

Spread my leg.

And that's when he touches himself.

Then what happens?

I don't know. I never get any further.

That's when I climax.

You know, I had a fantasy just like that.

Amazing. Absolutely amazing.

Tell me, what did her face look like when she was...

Well, first she was calm, and then her face started to flush.

There was a change in the eyes.

That's what I want to see.

I want to see their faces when they tell their stories, the look in the eyes.

You're getting carried away.

I'm fascinated.

I only wish I could be there.

Absolutely not.

Ladies only, and that's the strictest rule.

You know, when I was a kid, kid, I remember one of my biggest fantasies was

be invisible.

You know, like in the girls' locker room?

You're still a kid.

I don't know.

You know, there was a way to do it, I found out.

Yeah.

I looked in between the heating ducts.

I flunked seventh grade twice just to stay in that school.

Pervert.

It was a healthy interest.

Now, looking into the boys' locker room, that would have been a little weird.

I have an idea.

I'm scared.

You rotate houses, don't you?

Yes.

When do you meet over here?

Now, I'm really scared.

Look... It's very simple. No one will ever know that I'm in the closet.

All I want to do is see their faces.

Now, you love me, don't you?

Ben, this is weird.

Not as much as you think. All I want to do is see the look in their eyes.

You know, besides, maybe I can use it for my acting.

Oh, come on. You play male parts, remember?

I think it has to do with the fact.

That you are the horniest man on earth.

That's a pretty big statement.

That's why I married you.

Really? Mm -hmm.

I can trust you all, right?

We do have the strict code of secrecy.

Oh, hi, Terry. Sorry I'm late. Did I miss much?

No, Connie's just getting warmed up. Here, let me take your coat.

That's okay. I'll hang it up. You're going back to the meeting.

No, I'll hang it up. I see where the closet is.

I'll hang it up. No, stop pulling on it. You'll tear it. I don't care. I want to

hang up your coat.

Too late.

There's some cord in his tool kit. He uses it to tie my arms to the hand

railing.

Well It's stuffy in here

Terry, it's not good enough.

I've got to be in the same room.

Ben, look, we tried and it didn't work, so let's forget it.

Don't give up so easy.

You're carrying this to extremes.

I have my reasons.

I know, between your legs.

Look,

you're going to help me think this thing out or not.

Are you really serious about wanting to be in the room?

Of course.

And you promise to do whatever I tell you?

Yes. Your word?

Absolutely.

Never.

I can't do it.

This will never work. I just can't do it.

Sure you can.

No, I can't.

This is ridiculous. I want to go home.

You promised.

I don't care if I promised.

Sue me. Take me to court. Who cares?

I just can't do it.

You're an actor, aren't you?

So what?

So Dustin Hoffman did it. Big deal. He's a better actor than I am.

Honey, you look perfect.

No one knows who you are. So if you just keep your mouth shut, everything will

be fine.

I'll introduce you as Ben's cousin Jennifer from Seattle.

You'll be great.

No, I won't.

Yes, you will. Now remember, try not to talk.

I'm scared.

On the other hand,

maybe you're right.

How are my lips?

Until recently I couldn't talk like this.

I'd be too embarrassed.

But now I find myself looking at men and wondering what they're built like.

And you'd be shocked at some of the things that go through my mind.

Well, I heard that you can tell how big a man is by his hand.

Personally, I prefer it thick.

What about you, Jennifer?

How do you like your man to be built?

Oh, I don't know.

Thick is good.

Well, I think about the taste.

Now, those who don't swallow it, raise your hands and be truthful.

You look like you're not too sure, Jennifer.

Don't they do that in Seattle?

Oh, sure. We love it.

Me too.

Sometimes I think about what it would be like to be with a lot of men all at

once.

How many?

A lot.

In fact, my fantasy usually takes place in this room.

My husband has a poker group that meets every Monday.

And just once I'd like to throw them in this little costume I dreamed up.

Sometimes when I think about this, I actually dress up and stand in front of

mirror.

It's this silk apron that I have. It has a bib and ties in the back.

I wear nothing except for thigh -high stockings and high heels.

My rear is completely exposed.

I serve them drinks and things like that.

And as I walk around the table, any of the men can do whatever they want to.

I look forward to what happens next.

I'm told to put down my tray and go under the table.

I have to get down on my hands and knees in front of my husband and all these

men and crawl underneath half naked.

Usually I'm a very dominating woman, in control.

But there's something very exciting about this.

The submission.

In a strange way, it's filled with passion.

And if I had the chance or could arrange it, I would actually do it.

Men just don't know how hot women get sometimes.

Amen.

I would have to crawl from one to the other while they just went on playing

cards and open their flies and pull out their hard -on.

I serve as one, and I better do a good job.

I'll race.

Are you kidding me?

I'll call him. What do you have?

After that, all I want is more.

There's nothing I want to.

I really want a man.

I really want a man.

You better get yourself together Cause your mind's gonna make love

to you I'll make

you burn When you shoot I'll make you scream

I'll make you cry the way you should.

I'll make you scream.

Oh yeah.

Amusing.

Jane's story is very amusing.

I get a little frog in my throat sometime when I come down to this damp

You have to excuse me sometime.

You know, I had a fantasy just like that.

Do it, Cheryl. Last week you talked for two hours.

Why not give somebody else a chance?

Never mind.

I'll just save it for later.

Good. Who wants to be next?

What about you, Terry?

What's your secret fantasy?

Jennifer.

No, not me.

Somebody else.

Why not, Terry? We've all been truthful.

I think it's only fair.

All right.

If you insist.

I'll tell.

They seem to run together, but most of them are at my office.

I'm an architect, and I work for a company that does transportation

subway stations, stuff like that.

I have my own office, and every now and then, I get in the mood,

as we all do, and I'll get up and lock my door and

masturbate.

I'll put my hands in my pants or up my skirt.

What I'd like to think about is that I'm talking to a man on the phone.

A strange man.

Not my husband.

I'll even confess.

I did it once.

Where did you get his number?

From one of those newspapers with the sex ads. I bought one.

And, uh...

The couples, they only usually give mailing addresses.

But the men give phone numbers.

And I even remember the ad.

It said, Voyer seeks female to expose herself.

In cars, library, home, anytime.

Gary. And the phone number.

I called.

What happened?

He answered.

I didn't know what to say at first.

He actually sounded nice.

Were you masturbating?

Yes, under my skirt.

I sounded so businesslike when I told him I was answering his ad.

But what turned it was his voice.

He sounded so calm and gentle.

I told him what I was doing and what I was wearing.

Where I was.

He asked if I was wearing stockings.

And I said I was.

He told me to put the phone to my thighs and rub my stockings together

so he could hear what it sounded like.

Like that?

Delicious. It gave me an erection.

How are your stockings held up?

With garters.

I have a garter belt.

The snaps make small half -moon marks on my thigh.

Put your mouth close to the phone.

I want to hear you breathe.

Fantastic.

Now unbutton your blouse and uncover your breath.

Touch the nipple.

I am.

Did the nipple get hard?

Yes.

Play with it.

How? Run your finger over it and tease it.

My nipples are very sensitive.

Roll it between your fingers and pull on it.

Pull your skirt all the way up.

Touch your thighs and then between your legs.

can't wait much longer.

I'll come whenever you tell me.

Wait for me.

We'll come together.

He seemed to be drinking more than usual.

I'll get some more wine.

I have a question.

Why didn't you meet him?

I did.

Oh.

I called him back five minutes later.

It took me that long to think of the word hotel.

Hi, my name's Terry.

Hi, my name's Terry.

It's open

I

Didn't think you were coming

I promised I'm glad you can Thank you for the

flowers

I think I'm glad, too.

I've never done this before.

I don't know where to begin.

You can begin by taking off your coat.

You look like you're ready to run out at any minute.

Believe me, I was.

Thank you.

I'm very nervous.

Don't be.

You're breathtaking.

Would you turn around once?

Again What he did first was to ask

me to undress in front of the mirror watching myself as I did

I

Never did that before

Watch myself undress sensuously.

He told me to take my time and to make each item of clothing important.

I was never more turned on by the simple act of taking my clothes off.

He made me think about my mouth and the way my shoulders moved and how my hips

were turned.

I know it sounds corny, but it made me feel special.

I felt like I was in a different century.

I felt so good about myself and wanted him to feel the same way.

Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion.

Who's that?

It's my wife.

You've got to be kidding.

She's been waiting outside.

Give it a chance.

This is Terrence.

Hi.

You're beautiful.

Thanks.

It's nice to meet you.

Open it.

Lorraine picked it out for you.

Maybe I'll save it for later.

Open it now.

It's silk.

I went shopping for it.

But Gary could only guess at your size.

Go ahead.

Try it on.

Do I look sexy to you?

Yes.

Are you gonna show us what you're wearing?

Sure, bye.

You look beautiful to kiss each other that's me

I know

Thank you.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

didn't try.

They did special things to me.

Delicate things.

That gave me one orgasm after another.

Each one got deeper and I got wilder.

All I wanted to do was just keep on going.

This is making me horny. Me too.

Just how many orgasms did you have?

I don't know.

I lost count.

Did you ever tell your husband?

Just recently.

How did he react?

I don't know yet.

I had a fantasy just like that.

Do you get tied up again?

No, this one happens at the opera.

Lyle and I love the opera.

Lyle's my husband.

Actually, it's Lyle who loves the opera.

What I love is to get dressed up and see all the people.

We always buy season's tickets at the dress circle.

Everyone looks so fancy.

Get on with it, Cheryl.

I was.

Anyway, there's this man at the opera who has this seat next to me.

I think men who go to the opera by themselves are so sexy.

We've looked at each other a few times, but never said a word, even on the night

I'm telling you about.

It was the final performance of the season, and everyone was especially

glittery.

What happens doesn't start until the last act.

I feel something brush against my feet.

At first, I think it's an accident.

But then I realize that this man's hand is moving and touching my leg.

I don't know what to do.

I don't want to make a scene with my husband sitting right there and

We'll be right back.

Thank you.

is is

Excites me.

How much of it is true?

We do go to the opera.

And tonight's the last performance.

Anybody else?

I'm getting tipsy.

Maybe I'll have one more.

What time is it?

It's almost four. I think we have to be going.

Stay for one more glass of wine.

We only see each other once a week. Let's get a little drunk.

No, Jennifer and I have to be going. Are you ready?

What's the rush, Terry?

I haven't had a chance to tell my fantasy.

What is it? Is it something juicy?

Oh, it is.

You have a plane to catch, Jennifer, my dear. Remember?

Oh, that's not for hours, Terry, my dear.

Does anyone want to hear?

Fuckin' A, I do.

First, I have a confession to make.

To be perfectly honest, I prefer the company of women.

You might say I have a strong lesbian urge.

And I wondered how many of you sometimes feel the same way.

I'll admit it. I've thought of it once.

Have you ever done anything about it?

Stop it, Jennifer. I mean right now.

No way. This is getting interesting.

You know, I had a fantasy just like that.

Not now, Cheryl.

Go on, Jennifer. What's your fantasy?

Actually, it's not really a fantasy.

I dream about making my fantasies come true.

You know, making one real.

What I mean is you all meet here once a week and you talk about different

things, desires.

But except for a few of us, all we do is talk.

I think we should act one out.

This is really getting interesting.

I thought about being in a room like this one with women who I like and find

sensual. And all of a sudden, we stop talking and...

We make love.

We could do it right now.

Are you saying we should take our clothes off and get together?

I think we should go.

I think it's the best damn idea any of us have had since we started this group.

I'm glad one of us finally had the balls to say something.

I'm for it, 100%.

Well, hell's bells, I'm drunk enough.

Well, if everyone else is, I guess I will.

Slow down.

Everybody else isn't doing this.

Don't be like that, Terry.

You're the one who got to live out one of your fantasies.

What's the harm in giving us a chance?

I promise it's not going to work out the way you think.

Why not?

Ever since you told your story, I've been thinking about you with that woman,

Lorraine. It kept me turned on all afternoon.

Yeah, but there's a problem here you don't understand.

No, there's not.

Yes, there is.

I don't know when I'm going to get this much nerve again.

This is getting a little out of control.

Let it.

This was your idea, Jennifer.

Why so shy?

Oh, I just like to keep my clothes on for a bit. You know, it keeps the

Then we'll undress you.

I feel all crazy doing this.

If you reach a little higher, you'll feel nuts.

You wear a lot of pancake makeup, Jennifer.

Oh, my God.

There's something I've been meaning to tell you.

You've got a thing.

That was it.

Let me see.

Holy shit, Jennifer.

Actually,

I'm Terry's husband, Ben.

The actor.

I've seen you on television.

I'm Cheryl.

I love your work.

Oh, really? What have you seen?

Wait a minute. I don't care who you are. Men are not allowed here.

Terry!

Terry!

I don't think she's listening.

It's between us. Do you mind?

Mind what?

That I'm a man.

With everything else that's gone on this afternoon, if Terry doesn't mind, I

don't. I don't mind. I think it's wonderful.

Oh, great. Then I'll be right back. Now, don't go away.

Don't you go away. Stay right here.

You really saw me on TV, huh? Every Thursday?

Oh, yeah.

That's great.

Go away.

You kid me a lot, but you really like me, don't you?

Yes. I'm glad I could start with you.

I don't know how to act.

We'll think of something.

God, what did I do?

Maybe I've had too much wine.

But I'd probably like that.

I can feel it coming closer

Like a

dream

I used to wonder what she had on underneath.

I can't watch the news anymore.

You tired?

No.

You should be.

Did you have fun with my girlfriends?

Are you angry about that?

No.

You were everybody's hero.

I was?

Yeah.

Especially mine.

Should I bring Jane home sometime?

For you or for me?

For us.

Are you mad about Gary and Lorraine?

You haven't said anything about it.

I don't know. I guess I'm a little jealous.

I don't know.

What really happened?

I did meet them.

And then?

Well, she was very beautiful and sexy.

And when we danced, our breasts touched

together. Does she have good breasts like yours?

Beautiful.

Four. Three.