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Erin's Husband Learns to Dress Up By Pat-in-Panties Chapter I Erin glanced at her husband lying tied to the bed. As usual when she denied him sex for a week he'd been quite horny. It hadn't taken all that much teasing on her part to get him to the point of letting her tie his wrists to the headboard. Poor Tom. That was a big mistake. But he was tied up for a reason. Erin rummaged through her bureau drawer and found the bag with the bra and panties she had bought for him. She would have used hers but, at 5' 2" and 105 pounds, no way would they have fit her 6' 0" husband. Now he was in for a little surprise. "So 'Mr. I'm not doing any housework'," she began. "I think it's time you learned a little lesson." As she spoke she turned back to him, his new underwear in her hand. "To make you appreciate women's work, you're not only going to do some, you're going to be dressed as one." "What..." Tom exclaimed, a little confused. "You heard me. You're going to be doing some women's chores so I thought you ought to dress the part." As she spoke she held up the matching bra and panty set. "And you're going to start by putting these on!" She's got to be kidding! Tom thought to himself. She's crazy if she thinks I'm going to do that! He didn't yet realize the disadvantage he was at. "You can't do that," he argued. "I'm not wearing those things." "I think you will." Smiling she approached the bed. "Now this will be our little secret," she said sitting down. Tom pushed himself as far away from her as he could. Given he was tied to the bed, it wasn't very far. Erin followed holding the bra and panties out to him. "Let's put these on..." "No!" Tom protested. He half fell off the bed, only to be held there by the stockings that tied his wrists. Erin grabbed for his penis that was still fully erect from her earlier teasing. "Now look," she said. "You're little friend, Tom Jr. is going to be awfully unhappy tonight unless you put these things on." She squeezed Tom's erection. "And I mean awfully unhappy." She smiled and stroking him, continued. "You're going to have the bluest balls in the entire world." "Now come on," she urged. "I'll make sure Tom Jr. gets a treat just as soon as you cooperate, okay?" Poor Tom was beside himself. Damn Erin! He knew she was perfectly capable of carrying through on her threat. On more than one occasion when they'd had an argument she'd aroused and teased him and then left him frustrated until he finally gave into her. But this was a little bit different. Christ, she wanted him to dress up in her underwear. No way! "Erin," he began. "I don't want to wear those clothes." "But I want you to." She was playing with his erect penis. "And this little fellow is going to want to, isn't he?" As she spoke she turned and faced Tom's penis. "Don't you want to get into these panties?" she asked. She shook her fingers and Tom's penis bobbled up and down. "Look," she continued. "He shaking his head yes." "Oh Jesus, Erin." Tom whispered. In his already aroused state, Erin's manipulations were having their desired affect. He might have tried to push her away but with his hands tied to the bed he couldn't. And he wasn't sure he would have because what she was doing felt so good. "Baby like?" Erin teased. "Yes." "Baby wants more?" She pulled her hand away momentarily and giggled when he moaned and tried to follow her, thrusting his hips into the air. "Oh, baby's going to look so cute in his new clothes." She smiled at poor Tom knowing she was going to win this battle of wills. "No Erin," Tom started to protest again but her hand found his penis. Poor Tom didn't stand a chance as Erin proceeded to squeeze and stroke him until he was moaning with desire. His penis became as stiff as could be under her ministrations. "I think Tom Jr. is ready," Erin whispered. "Ready to hop into his brand new panties." "Nooo..." Tom began. "Yes," Erin said softly but firmly. "Or I stop doing this." Once again she removed her hand. "No Erin," Tom pleaded. "Please!" "You know what you've got to do." She smiled at him. "Just slip into those panties and I'll play with you again." She slapped his erection playfully. "Otherwise this little fellow is going to spend the night sticking straight up in the air. And these little fellows," Her hand snaked between Tom's legs and grasped his balls. "These little fellows are going to be so sore..." Her voice trailed off. "Now what's it going to be?" She asked. "Blue balls or pink panties." Tom knew he was beaten. He knew Erin would make him suffer unless he gave in. She'd given him a taste of blue balls before and he didn't want to go through that again. "Panties," he whispered. Erin grinned. This had been easier then she had anticipated. Tom's stiff little pecker made him very cooperative. "A wise choice," she said smiling. "Now give me a leg," she said as she grasped one of Tom's ankles and guided it into the panties. Then she took his other ankle and did the same. With a big smile she pulled the panties up and over his hips. "There," she said with a grin as she adjusted them over his erection which was not being cooperative at all. It was poking straight up and no matter what Erin did; the panties resembled a circus tent being held up by a very stiff tent pole. "Oh my," she said as she flattened the panties against Tom's stomach only to have his penis spring back stiffer than ever when she let go. "Looks like somebody is quite excited with his new outfit." She grinned down at Tom and continued. "This will be our little secret. Nobody has to know that your little friend enjoys wearing panties." Tom blushed deeply wishing desperately that he could make himself go soft. It was embarrassing having the erection he did while wearing panties, especially in front of his wife. But it was no use. If anything, his embarrassment at her teasing only made him stiffer. "Now where did that bra go?" Erin asked looking around. She spotted it and held it up for Tom. "I bet you can't wait to get into this," she teased. "You're going to look adorable." Tom blushed again. "Don't," he protested. "Oh don't be a party pooper," Erin continued. "It's a matching set and you're already wearing the panties." As she spoke she encircled his chest with the bra. "Now hold still," she commanded as she maneuvered her hands behind him and fiddled with the clasp of the bra until it caught. Tom gulped with embarrassment but didn't resist as Erin undid the bra straps so she could get them over his arms, which were still tied to the bed. When she was finished she sat back and smiled. "Now don't you look cute," she teased. "All dressed up in your new bra and panties." She reached out and playfully batted Tom's erection through the panties. "And loving every minute of it, too!" Tom hung his head, unable to meet her eyes. His damn penis was sticking straight up providing evidence that she was at least partially right. He never should have let her tie him up in the first place! Now he'd never be able to live down the fact that she'd dressed him up like this. "My Mr. Macho looks so cute and adorable in his very own bra and panties." She slipped her hand into his crotch and began squeezing and stroking him. "Does my Mr. Macho like wearing his new clothes?" Tom gulped. What she was doing felt so good. "Does he?" "Yes. No... I don't know." Tom finally answered. "What do you mean, you don't know?" Erin asked. She gave his erection a squeeze. "Tom Jr. knows. Look at him. He loves it!" Tom reddened as she grinned at him. "Your little friend down here can't hide anything from me, you know." Erin grinned. "The more he likes something the stiffer he gets. That's a fact." Once again she batted him playfully and giggled at the tent he was making in the panties. "Now you're dressed up in a bra and panties and he's as stiff as can be. Case closed!" Tom didn't know what to say so he didn't say anything. He was quite embarrassed and couldn't deny the truthfulness of what she was saying. "Don't worry," Erin said with a soft giggle. "I won't tell anyone. It will be our little secret, okay?" Tom gulped and nodded. Then her hand was back at his crotch again, squeezing and stroking. "Now let's talk about those chores you're going to be doing tomorrow..." *** An hour later Tom was beside himself with frustration. He had agreed to do the dishes, the laundry and to dust and vacuum the house from top to bottom. And he'd agreed to do it all wearing just his new bra and panties and one of Erin's aprons. But still she hadn't allowed him to cum. "Please Erin," Tom pleaded for the umpteenth time. "I'll do anything you want. I'll wear anything you want. Just please let me cum. Please!" "If I let you cum, will you spend the night in your new bra and panties?" Her hand found his penis once again. "Oh Jesus. Yes!" "Would you like to cum in your new panties?" The tempo of her hand increased. "Oh yes honey! Oh yes! Please!" "Beg me for it." "Please honey! Please! I want to cum in my new panties. Please make me cum in my new panties. Please Erin! Please!" As he begged and pleaded she vigorously rubbed his penis and it wasn't long before he was spurting into the panties. Chapter II The next morning Tom woke up and, remembering the night before, looked down to see that he was still wearing a bra and the panties. Damn. It wasn't a dream. Erin of course had left him tied to the bed so he was stuck until she freed him. He looked over at her side. It was empty. "Erin," Tom called out. "Erin, come untie me." He waited and then heard footsteps on the stairs. "Well, look who finally decided to wake up," Erin said with a smile as she entered the bedroom. "It's almost 10 o'clock, you know. I thought you were going to sleep all day." She sauntered over to the bed and sat down. Then, to Tom's embarrassment she slowly pulled the covers down, smiling as she exposed first his brassiere covered chest and then his hips with the matching pink panties. "So how was your first night in a bra and panties?" Tom reddened. "C'mon Erin. Let me up," he said trying to ignore his predicament. But Erin wasn't about to let him off easily. "Uh uhhh. Not yet," she answered with a playful smile. "First you've got to promise to do all the things you agreed to last night." "Do you remember?" Tom grimaced as he recalled the night before. Then he nodded. "Tell me." Tom rolled his eyes and then spoke. "I agreed to do the laundry and the dishes and clean the house." "And if I untie you do you promise to do all that without giving me any trouble?" "Yes," Tom said with a sigh. Damn she was not letting him off easy. "And what else did you promise?" "Oh Jeez," Tom thought to himself remembering the damn bra and panties. He'd agreed to wear them and one of Erin's aprons while performing his chores. "Don't tell me you forgot already," she continued when he didn't answer. "No," he whispered. "Then tell me." "I said I'd do all that cleaning wearing this." He pointed with his eyes to the underwear he was wearing. "Don't forget the apron." "And the apron." Erin smiled. Poor Tom she thought. She was going to teach him a lesson. And when she was done, he would definitely think twice before acting macho anymore. "Now how is our little friend doing today?" Her hand went to Tom's crotch and began rubbing him softly through the panties. Tom's penis, already half hard, immediately stiffened further. "Oooh," Erin giggled. "It looks like he enjoyed spending the night in panties." "C'mon Erin," Tom began. "Don't start." But Erin smiled and continued squeezing and stroking him. He couldn't help getting harder. "Don't Erin," he whispered. He didn't want her to get him all aroused like she did last night. Thinking back on how she had him begging to cum was embarrassing. He didn't want to go through that again. "Oh you love it," she said rolling the palm of her hand over his now fully erect penis. "See how your Tom Jr. enjoys wearing panties. Last night he made a big mess in them. Does he want to do it again?" "C'mon, Erin. Don't!" Tom protested. "Oh, yes. We're going to start the day off with a hard-on. This way you'll learn to enjoy wearing panties." Her one hand continued its ministrations while her other hand went to his chest. "And how about your little boobies?" Exploring fingers pinched his nipples through the bra. "Stop!" Tom cried trying to twist away. Unfortunately with his wrists still bound to the bed, he couldn't escape Erin. She mercilessly attacked his nipples as he squirmed and wriggled. "Damn it Erin," he cried. "Stop it!" "Oh no," Erin said now using both her hands to pinch and tweak his nipples. "I want to play with your little boobies this morning." She threw one leg over Tom and sat on his stomach, straddling him. With his arms pulled up over his head he couldn't stop her hands from caressing his 'little boobies' through his bra. Erin grinned down at him as she continued to squeeze and rub his chest. Then to Tom's embarrassment she stretched the fabric tightly across his chest with one hand and began to scratch at his nipple with the other. "Oooh," she squealed gaily. "It's getting all stiff and pointy. Just like a girl!" "Jesus, Erin! Stop it!" He wriggled helplessly as she continued to play with his sensitive nipple. Damn! He felt that all too familiar feeling begin in his groin. This was just too embarrassing! "C'mon Erin! Stop! Damn it! Stop!" Tom cried out. Erin, sensing his impending orgasm, gave his nipple a final tweak and hopped up from the bed laughing at poor Tom who lay gasping with his raging hard-on pushing stiffly against the panties. "Damn you, Erin," Tom muttered angrily as he lay catching his breath. Thank God he'd been able to keep himself in check. It embarrassed him enough to get all aroused and excited while wearing what he was. He certainly didn't want her to make him cum again like she did last night. "Will you untie me?" he asked, looking up into her smiling eyes. "Only if you cooperate," she retorted. "Are you going to?" "Yes," he answered, wishing he could refuse. She came over to him and untied his wrists. "Okay," she said. "Why don't you hop out of your bra and panties and go take a shower." Thankfully Tom reached up to pull one strap off his shoulder. "Here, let me help," Erin said and scurried around behind him to undo the bra clasp. The bra fell from Tom's shoulders. Erin smiled to herself at the marks on his back and shoulders. She should have gotten him a larger size, she thought. Oh well. "Okay, hop out of those panties." Tom did as he was told and walked naked to the bathroom where he proceeded to shower and go through his morning routine. Chapter III Ten minutes later he came back out. Erin was waiting for him with a smile on her face. There was a white bra with a matching panty lying on the bed waiting for him. "The ones you wore last night were all messy," she said with a giggle when she saw the look of surprise on his face. "I bought these for you too. One bra is just never enough and the way you go through panties..." She trailed off smiling. Last night's soiled panties were already in the laundry basket. Tom was a little confused. Christ. She'd bought him two sets of girl's underwear. What the hell was going on? "Now first put on the panties," Erin said. She picked them up from the bed and held them out to Tom. He took them and slowly stepped into them, pulling them up his legs and over his hips. The lump of his penis was quite visible. "Good," Erin said. "Now the bra." She picked it off the bed and handed it to him. Tom stared blankly at the bra even as he took it from her. "Go ahead, put it on." It was obvious Tom wasn't quite sure how to go about that feat. He held the bra up and then had an idea. He wrapped it around his waist like a belt and hooked it. Then he turned it halfway around and began pulling it up his stomach. Erin could barely keep from laughing out loud. When the bra was up to his chest he first pulled one strap out and slipped his arm into it and then did the same with the other. Finally he was done and looked shamefully up at Erin. She was trying hard not to laugh but it was no use. "Jesus, Tom. That's not how a girl puts on her bra." She was smiling broadly at his comical effort. "You've got to learn how to do it the right way. Here, let me show you." As she spoke she pulled her shirt over her head and quickly slipped out of her own bra. "Now look. First you slip your arms thru the straps and hold it up to your breasts. Then you slide your hands along the bra until you have the clasp. Next you reach behind you and arch your back so you can hook the bra together." As she lectured she demonstrated. It only took her a few seconds. "Now you try." Tom pushed the straps off his shoulders and started to slip his arms back out the way he had put them in. "Tom. That's not the way to take it off. Didn't you watch me?" Red faced, Tom stopped what he was doing and reached behind his back. He found the clasp and struggled to undo it. Erin watched and giggled. Finally he was able to get it undone. The bra fell off his chest and down his arms. "Good," Erin said, still smiling broadly. "Now try putting it on the right way." Tom tried to do as she had showed him. First he put his arms through the straps and, raising them up let the bra slide down until it hit his chest. He grasped the bra and slowly inched his fingers back until he found the hooks. It was somewhat embarrassing to be doing this in front of Erin but he knew better than to argue with her. He reached behind his back and began fumbling with the hook. Damn. This was much harder than it looked. He couldn't get the hook to meet the clasp. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he managed to hook something. He let go and amazingly the bra didn't fall off. He looked over at Erin's smiling face. "Close," she said with a laugh. "But there are two hooks. You got the wrong one. Now try again." Grudgingly Tom reached behind himself and, after fumbling about, was able to unhook the bra. Then he began the task of hooking it again. It took a little more than a minute but this time he was able to get first one clasp hooked and then the second one. "Good," Erin said coming over to him and adjusting the bra. She smiled and stepped back. "Now try it again." Tom groaned but complied, reaching behind his back once again. He fumbled about but was able to get it undone and then let the bra slip off. Then he slipped his arms back into the straps again and pulled the bra to his chest. This time his fingers were quicker as he slid them along the bra to the clasp. Again he fumbled as he tried to hook it together but managed to finally get the bra on. This time he adjusted it on his chest as Erin had previously done. "Much better. Now do it once more just to make sure you have the hang of it. After all, practice makes perfect." Tom, for the third time, unhooked the bra and slipped it off. And, for the third time, he slipped it back on. This time he managed to get it hooked in almost a minute. He adjusted the bra and then stood meekly as Erin inspected him. "That was pretty good." Erin smiled at him. "A little more practice and you'll be fine." Her smile widened as she looked pointedly down at Tom's crotch where his erection was poking stiffly against the panties. "And I see you like practicing." Tom's face reddened as he realized he had gotten hard again. Chapter IV "Put that in the laundry room and then come into the kitchen." Erin said as Tom followed her down the stairs carrying the laundry basket. "Which apron would you like to wear today?" she asked when Tom joined her. She held up two equally frilly aprons; one flowered and one striped. "Erin," Tom began, the embarrassment of the situation getting to him. Christ. Here he was dressed in a bra and panties and now his wife wanted him to put on an apron too. "Do I have to?" "You agreed to it," she retorted. "Besides, you don't want to get your new underwear dirty by doing housework. Now pick one." Tom knew he wasn't going to win this argument. Hell, he was already dressed up in girl's underwear. What difference would an apron be? He blindly took one of the aprons from his wife and slipped it over his head and arms. Then he gazed down at the flowered pattern while Erin busied herself tying the apron strings behind him. Then she came about to admire him. "Not bad," she grinned reaching out to adjust the apron over Tom's bra. Her eyes slipped down his front and she giggled. "You're having a little trouble with Tom Jr. aren't you?" Tom looked down. His penis was betraying him again. The apron was visibly tented out. He looked back into Erin's smiling eyes, feeling ashamed that she saw his arousal. Erin reached out and caressed his tent pole. "Tom Jr. just wants some attention." She continued to squeeze him. "I'll make him happy again. Don't you worry about that. After you get all your chores done, we'll play. Okay?" Tom nodded, mesmerized by what she was doing to him. For the second time this morning he was fully erect. "Okay. Time to start the housework," Erin said removing her hand. For the next hour Tom did laundry and last night's dishes while Erin supervised. She showed him how to work the washing machine, how much soap to put in and made sure he only washed whites with whites. When they were done she had him empty the dryer and take the clean clothes upstairs to put away. Tom carried the laundry basket up to the bedroom and sorted the clothes. Erin's bras and panties went into her bureau drawer. Then his shorts and t-shirts went into his. But there was a surprise waiting when he pulled open his bureau drawer. His underwear had been shoved over to make room for some new things - girl's underwear to be exact. There were several bras and panties, neatly folded. He counted - five bras with matching panties. And counting the one he had just washed and what he was wearing made seven. Christ! A bra and panty for each day of the week. "Erin," Tom called out. Christ! Was she expecting him to dress up like this all the time? No way! He wouldn't stand for it. "Erin," he called out again and finally heard her footsteps on the stairs. "What are these for?" he asked, pointing into his drawer, when she entered. "What are what for?" She was smiling as she followed his finger. "Oh, well I kind of thought you wouldn't want to wear the same old things all the time. So I bought some extra. Don't you like them?" "Erin! I'm not going to wear those!" "You're not?" "No. Damn it, Erin. I'm not going to." Erin giggled. "That's kind of funny. Coming from a man who's all dressed up in a bra and panties." Angrily Tom tried to pull off the apron. When it wouldn't easily come off he reached behind to where it was tied. Surprise! Erin had tied a knot. He fumbled for a bit but she'd tied it tightly. Damn! He was stuck in this stupid apron. "Untie me!" Erin laughed. "No." "Dammit Erin! This has gone far enough. Get me out of this silly apron!" "I don't think so," she replied. "You're going to stay in these things like you promised. And you're going to finish putting the laundry away. And then you're going to dust and vacuum." She came over and stared up into his face. "And, if you give me any trouble, I'll invite the neighbors over. Explain to them what you're doing dressed up like this!" Tom gulped. Was she serious? Christ he didn't want anyone to see him like this. "You wouldn't." "Oh yes I would." She walked over to her nightstand and picked up the telephone. "Hey!" Tom cried. "What are you doing?" Erin ignored him and dialed the phone. She waited while it rang. "Hi Karen. It's me, Erin." Jesus! Karen was their next-door neighbor. Frantically Tom signaled his wife. "Okay. Okay," he whispered. Christ! She was serious. "I was just wondering if you were going to be around today. Maybe you and Mike would like to come over later." Oh God! Tom shook his head wildly. "No! No!" he mouthed. Erin just smiled at him. God she was doing it! This would be mortifying. "Please!" he whispered frantically. "Okay then. Give me a call when you get back and we can set a time." Smiling sweetly at Tom, Erin set the phone back down. "Karen and Mike are going out shopping for a bit. But she wants to come over when they get back." The smile on her face grew impish. "You don't mind, now do you?" "Jesus Erin. Don't have them over. I'll stay dressed like this and do whatever you want. Please!" "Well," she said thoughtfully. "Please!" Tom was beside himself. God if Mike and Karen saw him like this he'd be the laughingstock of the neighborhood. "Maybe if you promise not to give me any more trouble?" "I promise," Tom said quickly. "And promise to finish the housework." "Yes, yes," Tom answered, nodding his head. "Anything Erin. Just please don't let them see me like this." "That will be up to you," she said. "If you've got all your chores done by the time Karen calls me back then maybe I'll cancel the invite. Otherwise...." Her voice trailed off but Tom got the picture. "How long were they going to be gone?" he asked. "A couple of hours." Erin grinned then added. "Or less." Poor Tom. Erin couldn't help laughing to herself as her husband quickly put the remaining laundry away. Then he was off with the dust rag, wiping everything in sight. She followed, pointing out places he had missed in his haste to get done. Then, as he was getting the vacuum cleaner out, the phone rang. The look on Tom's face was priceless. He gulped and looked pleadingly at Erin as she picked it up. His heart fluttered. "Hello," she said into the phone. Then, smiling at her poor husband, she listened for a moment and then said. "Sorry. We're not interested." Thank God, Tom said to himself and the look of relief must have showed on his face. "Relax," Erin laughed. "It's only been an hour. I'm sure they're not back yet." Not taking any chances, Tom quickly started vacuuming. He ran the machine all through the downstairs. Then he lugged the vacuum up to the second floor and started in on the bedrooms. Glancing over at the clock he saw it had been almost two hours since Erin and Karen spoke. Damn! He'd better hurry up. Erin was lounging on the bed with a magazine when he brought the vacuum into their bedroom. She motioned for him to turn it off, which he did. "Are you almost done?" "Yes," Tom answered. "I've just got this room to finish." "You've been a busy little beaver. It doesn't take that much time once you put your mind to it." She smiled at him. "So how about doing the housework next Saturday morning too?" Tom grimaced. Damn her. How long was she expecting this to go on? He snuck another look at the clock. Time was passing. "Okay," he answered sullenly, not looking at her. He'd do it next week. But that was all, damn it! "Now, now. Don't get all huffy." She crooked her finger. "Come over here." Tom did as she asked and stood before her. Erin got up and smiled sweetly at him. "You know, we forgot something this morning," she said placing her hands on his chest. "We didn't give you any shape." "Huh?" "You know. Shape." She reached for the box of Kleenex on her nightstand. "Here," she said grabbing several sheets and stuffing them into Tom's bra. "Don't you want to fill out your bra?" "Erin," Tom began but she shushed him. "There's no point in wearing a bra unless you've got boobies. Don't you want to have boobies so you can wear your bra?" She grinned at her husband and reached down to his crotch. Just as she suspected, he was getting hard again. "Jesus Erin," Tom whispered but didn't resist as she pushed him down onto the bed. She pushed the apron skirt up and gazed at his rising erection. "Yep," she giggled. "You do want to wear your bra." Then, not giving him time to resist, she began caressing his penis through the panties as she pushed him onto his back. "Mr. Macho in a bra and panties. And he's loving every minute of it, isn't he?" When he didn't answer, she continued. "Don't tell me you don't love it. Look at you. Hard as rock." She grinned at him. "Now, you're almost done with the housework. And we only agreed that you had to be dressed up like this while doing chores. But wouldn't you like to keep your bra and panties on?" Her fingers continued their ministrations. "Just until bedtime?" "But Erin," Tom began to protest. "Just until bedtime," she whispered while squeezing and stroking him through the panties. Tom nodded, his arousal getting the best of him. "Then you can take them off." She paused and grinned. "If you still want to that is." "Now you better finish up. I bet Karen and Mike are probably on their way home now." At the mention of their neighbors, Tom sat up. Pulling the apron down over his erection he stood and almost ran to the vacuum. Christ. He didn't want them coming home until he was done. "I'll be downstairs," Erin called. She had a hard time keeping the laughter out of her voice. She'd gotten her husband to agree to several more hours of dress up. And she was quite sure it wouldn't end there. Especially since he was so afraid she would carry through on her threat to invite Karen and Mike over. Chapter V Ten minutes later Tom carried the vacuum back downstairs and put it into the closet. He found Erin sitting on the couch in the living room. She smiled at him and patted the seat next to her. "C'mon. Sit down." Tom did as he was told and Erin pulled the apron up to expose his panties. His erection had fizzled again. "Now what happened to Tom Jr.? He was all excited upstairs." Embarrassed, Tom didn't answer. "Didn't you tell him you were going to keep the bra and panties on? Is that why he's so sad?" Erin's hand found the lump in his panties. "Don't worry," she said looking directly at Tom's crotch. "These panties aren't coming off. And neither is the bra." Then she stroked his penis and, sure enough, it stiffened. She giggled and turned back to Tom. "See. He's happy again. He wants you to stay in panties." Then, for the next half hour, Erin teased her poor husband. She had his penis as stiff as could be while she talked about how cute and adorable he looked in his bra and panties. And how she was sure he would be wearing them again. By the time the phone rang, poor Tom's panties were wet with pre-cum and, had Erin only asked him, he would have readily agreed to spend the rest of the weekend dressed in the bra and panties. "Now I wonder who that could be," Erin said with an impish smile. "Oh Jeez," Tom said remembering Karen was supposed to call. "You promised," he said as Erin got up to answer it. "I did all the chores!" "But I didn't promise anything," she retorted with a smile. "I said 'maybe' I'd cancel the invite." "Please," Tom said urgently and followed her into the kitchen to where the phone was. "Hello." she said into the mouthpiece. "Oh hi, Karen. Tom and I were just talking about you." She grinned at her husband who was pleading with his eyes. "Well," she looked at the clock. "It is getting late. Do you want to get together some other time?" Tom breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, tonight?" Tom blanched. "No! No!" he mouthed frantically. "What movie?" She grinned. "I know that's a chick flick... And Mike will only go if Tom goes. Let me ask him." Erin grinned at Tom as she took the phone away from her ear. "Karen wants to go to the movies tonight. It's a chick flick and Mike will only go if you go too. How does that sound?" Tom shook his head and whispered "No. Erin. Please." His face felt flush. "You know I don't want to go out." Erin put the phone to her mouth. "He's being obstinate, Karen. Give me a little while. I'm sure I can change his mind." She listened and then said. "Okay, I'll call you in a bit." She hung up the phone and turned to face her husband. "Now what do you mean you don't want to go to the movies." "Please Erin," Tom began. "I can't go out like this." "Of course not, silly. You can put regular clothes on. You didn't think I wanted you to go out dressed like that, did you?" Tom breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't been sure but now he felt better. "Then you'll go to the movies?" "Sure," he answered. "Good." Then she thought for a second. "Umm, there's just one thing." "What?" Tom asked. "When I said you could wear regular clothes I meant over the underwear you're wearing now." "Erin, No!" Tom was aghast at the though. Out in public wearing his bra and panties. Never! "Tom, it will be dark in the theater. No one has to know what you've got on underneath." "But... But what about afterwards and when we're walking around?" "It's winter out silly. You'll be wearing a jacket. No one will know." "No Erin. Nope! I'm not going to do it." Tom was beside himself. Christ, going out wearing a bra and panties would be humiliating, even if no one could tell. "I don't want to argue," Erin said. "I want to go to the movies and so does Karen. So you'd better change your mind." She glared at him. "Or else!" Tom was surprised at the tone of her voice. He glanced warily at her. She was angry. Then her face softened. "Come here," she said reaching for his hand. "Let's not argue." She led him back to the living room and sat down on the couch. "Sit down." "Now," she said slipping her hand under the apron until she found his penis. "Nobody is going to be able to tell what you're wearing underneath your clothes." Poor Tom couldn't help but respond to her touches. It had been less than ten minutes since she'd had him as excited as could be. He moaned as she squeezed him. "This will be our little secret," she whispered into his ear. "Nobody will ever have to know you like wearing a bra and panties." Tom was beside himself. What she was doing felt so good. He was as stiff as could be. Just like before and he knew she would just continue to tease him until he gave in. "Please, Erin," he pleaded one last time. "Don't make me go out wearing these." "Oh you'll have a good time. Besides," she added with a giggle. "Tom Jr. wants to." She playfully squeezed his erect penis to emphasize her point. Then for the next several minutes she played with Tom's erection, getting him as stiff and excited as he had been all day. Then to Tom's consternation she removed her hand. "But if you really don't want to..." "Jesus, Erin," Tom moaned. "Don't stop!" Erin grinned and traced one finger along the length of his very stiff erection. "Did I mention what would happen if you don't go out?" "What?" Tom asked. Erin grinned. "Well I'm just going to keep doing this..." She ran her finger lightly up and down his erection. "And then I'm going to stop..." She removed her hand. "And you're going to end up with a terrible case of blue balls. Is that what you want?" "Oh Erin. No. Please!" "Then can I call Karen back to tell her you changed you mind?" Her hand played lightly over his erection as she waited for his answer. "Yes," he finally whispered breathlessly. "I'll go." Chapter VI Tom finished cleaning up the kitchen after dinner while Erin ran off to get ready for the movies. Then he joined her in the bedroom. He was still wearing the apron, which he could not untie. Damn Erin. "Erin, I can't untie this. Can you get me out of this apron?" She stuck her head out of the bathroom door and grinned. "Just a minute." Tom waited. It was more than a minute but she finally came out and pirouetted for him. "How do I look?" she asked. "Fine," he said somewhat impatiently. "Now please get me out of this." He pointed to the clock. "Mike and Karen are supposed to pick us up in ten minutes. I've got to get some clothes on." "Ten minutes?" she asked, grinning mischievously. "I sure hope your ready." "I would be if you'd just untie me." "And if I don't?" "Erin," Tom cried in panic. "You've got to!" "Okay. Okay. Just hold your horses," Erin said. She started to untie the knot but it was tighter than she thought. It wouldn't budge. "Just cut it," Tom cried. "Cut the damn knot!" "I will not," Erin exclaimed. "This is an expensive apron." "Please, Erin," Tom whispered looking at the clock. Their neighbors were due in less than five minutes. "Give me a minute," Erin retorted, attacking the knot again. She took a pen and tried working it into the knot. "I think it's starting to give," she said. Just then the bell rang. Tom was mortified. Christ he was still stuck in this stupid apron and Karen and Mike were at the door. "Hurry, Erin!" "Hold on a sec." She dropped the apron strings and started for the door. "I'm just going to let them in and then I'll be right back." "Oh, Jeez," Tom moaned. He frantically reached behind him and went to work on the knot. It would be totally embarrassing if he were truly stuck. Thank God Erin had gotten the knot loose. He pulled and twisted it, feeling it loosen. Then it was undone. He quickly tore the apron off and started to get dressed. "Oh I see you got it undone," Erin said from the doorway. "Karen's downstairs. I told her we'd just be a minute." "Where's Mike?" Tom asked, stepping into his pants. "His boss called him to take a quick business trip. It'll just be Karen." Tom grabbed a shirt. He quickly threw it on and buttoned it up. Then he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Christ! The outline of the bra was clearly visible under the shirt. He couldn't go out like this! "Wait a second, Erin." Tom quickly undid his shirt and tossed it on the bed. He looked about for a sweater. "Will you hurry up," Erin hissed. "Just a sec. I need a sweater." "They're all at the cleaners. Don't you remember? Now put that shirt back on and let's get going." "But Erin," Tom whispered afraid Karen might hear. "The shirt's not heavy enough. The bra shows through." "Just keep your jacket on. No one will see through that. Now let's get going." Flustered, Tom picked up his shirt and put it back on. The damn bra showed through. Now how the hell am I supposed to get my jacket without Karen noticing, he thought. "Okay, I'm ready." Then he had an idea. "Erin, could you get my jacket?" "Get your jacket?" she asked. Then she too saw the outline of his bra. She couldn't help but smile. This was going to be a fun evening. "Karen," she called out as Tom's eyes widened. "Karen, could you get Tom's jacket from the closet?" "Jesus, Erin," Tom whispered frantically. "What are you doing?" "Which one is it?" "The leather one. It should be right there." "Oh I found it. Do you want me to bring it up?" Tom shook his head furiously. "Please," he whispered. "Please Erin!" "Thanks, but I'll come down for it," she answered, smiling as Tom breathed a sigh of relief. Then she turned and left the bedroom. Tom heard her footsteps as she bounced down the stairs. He waited while they began to chat. Christ, why wasn't she coming back up? "Erin," he finally called out. "What, honey?" "My jacket," he said somewhat exasperated that she would chat away and leave him up like this. "Oh, would you get it? Karen and I are in the kitchen." Damn her. But at least the kitchen was out of sight. He came down the stairs and quickly put his jacket on, zipping it all the way up. Then he went into the kitchen. "Hi," Karen said. "Mike had to fly off on a sudden business trip tonight. Personally I think he just didn't want to see the movie." The girls laughed. "Anyway he won't be back till Tuesday." "Well then, now that you're ready, shall we go?" Erin asked. "Sure," Tom answered. The trip to the theater was uneventful. Tom sat by himself in the back while Karen drove and Erin sat in the front with her. He had offered to drive his car but, since Karen's car was blocking their garage, it didn't make sense to shuffle cars about. But then, standing in line for the tickets, he became acutely aware of the bra he had on. He'd forgotten to remove the tissues and he felt that everyone was staring at him. The girls were waiting in the lobby for him and wanted popcorn and soda. They decided to go ahead to the seats leaving Tom to get their food. Tom just glared when Erin offered to take his jacket. The girls waved when they saw him come into the theater and he joined them. Karen moved over so that he could sit between them. Uh oh, Tom thought. "Why don't you take your jacket off," Karen asked. "Aren't you getting warm?" Tom glared at Erin. Had she said something? But she just smiled sweetly. "No, I'm okay." "Well at least unzip it. You're making me warm just looking at you." Reluctantly Tom unzipped his jacket. Thankfully the lights dimmed, as the movie was about to begin. The movie was mostly uneventful except the time that Erin surreptitiously undid a couple of his shirt buttons. Then, to Tom's horror, she slipped her hand inside his shirt and started playing with his padded bra. "Stop it!" he hissed into her ear but she just giggled. "Make me." Christ! If he made a fuss, Karen would be sure to notice. All he could do was glare at her while she ran her hands around inside his shirt. Finally she stopped. Tom was angry but there was nothing he could do except quickly button himself before anyone noticed. After the movie Erin wanted to stop for drinks but thankfully Karen was expecting a phone call from Mike and wanted to be home for it. They drove back to her house and Erin and Tom walked next door to theirs. "Jeez Erin, that wasn't very funny," Tom said angrily as soon as they were alone. "What wasn't funny?" "You know. At the movies. God! I thought for sure Karen was going to notice." "Maybe she did," Erin replied with a laugh. Tom gulped and cringed at the thought, "You didn't tell her, did you?" "Tell her what? That you're wearing a bra?" "Shhhh," he whispered hurriedly. They were still outside and he was afraid Erin's voice would carry. Too late he saw her impish smile. "Tom's wearing a bra," she began and danced away from him. "Tom's wearing a bra." "Jesus Erin," Tom whispered a note of panic in his voice. "Stop it!" Erin laughed and continued her litany. She ran toward their house when he started chasing her and then collapsed against the door. "Erin! Please!" Tom whispered urgently. "People are going to hear you." "Oh relax. It's winter and everyone's windows are closed." She was probably right, Tom thought. But damn, it was very embarrassing. Erin found her key and they entered the house. Chapter VII Later, Erin was in the bathroom when Tom came upstairs. He heard the water running as he took off his shirt and pants. Thank God he could get out of his clothes now. He was sitting on the bed removing his shoes and socks when Erin appeared wearing her nightie. "All ready for bed?" he asked, standing up. "Uh huh," she answered. Tom reached behind and started to unhook his bra. "What are you doing?" "I'm getting out of these things." he answered. "Remember, you said I only had to wear them till bedtime." "Hmmm, that's right. I did, didn't I?" She watched Tom struggle with the bra. She couldn't help but smile. He definitely was going to need some more practice. Finally he unhooked it and let it drop onto the bed. "Wait," Erin, said when he started to tug the panties down. "Come over here." She patted her side of the bed. Tom walked around the foot of the bed, his panties halfway down his hips. "Sit." Tom sat. Erin pulled the elastic of the panties out and down, exposing Tom's flaccid penis. "Now," she said, smiling sweetly at him. "That's right. I did say you could take them off at bedtime." As she spoke she took Tom's penis in her hand. "But I didn't say you had to." She smiled as he began to stiffen. "You could stay in them if you wanted to." Tom gulped. He knew she was up to something but he couldn't bring himself to push her hand away. Damn! She'd had him aroused for most of the day and now he couldn't help eagerly responding once again. "Jeez, Erin," he whispered. He was fully erect now as Erin squeezed and stroked him. "Do you want to stay in them?" "Erin. No," Tom protested. Damn her! "What about Tom Jr.?" She grinned and gave him a little squeeze. "I bet he wants to stay in them." "Erin..." Tom began. "What?" she asked with an impish smile. Then she said, "I've got an idea. Why don't the two of you vote on it?" "Huh?" Tom asked quizzically. "You know. Vote." Her impish smile grew. "I know how you're going to vote. Let's see about Tom Jr." Looking down, she grinned and spoke in a deep voice. "All those in favor of wearing a bra and panties to bed, stand up and be counted." She let go of Tom's penis and giggled as it sprang straight up in the air. Tom blushed. "Well I guess we know how he stands on the matter." "Erin," Tom began. Then he added hopefully. "Wait, it's a tie." "Is it?" she asked grinning. She grasped Tom's erection. "I think Tom Jr. has the winning vote..." Fifteen minutes later, Tom had to agree with her. Aroused and excited as could be he picked up the bra and put it back on. Then he quickly lay back down hoping Erin would continue her ministrations. "Now," she said as her hand strayed back to Tom Jr. "What about tomorrow?" "Oh Jeez, Erin," Tom moaned. Damn her. "Yes." he whispered. "Yes what?" "Yes I'll wear a bra and panties tomorrow." "Because you want to?" Erin's hand played lightly over his excited penis. Tom squirmed. "Yes," he whispered. "Say it." "Erin," Tom pleaded. But he knew it was no use. "Because I want to." Then her pace quickened as she rubbed Tom's penis through the panties. "Oh honey! Yes!" he moaned excitedly. "Do you want to cum?" "Yes! Yes!" "In your panties?" "Yes!" "Say it!" "Oh honey! I want to cum in my panties. Please!" And for the second night in a row, Tom had an exquisite orgasm. Chapter VIII The next morning Tom again slept in. He was exhausted after what he had been through. When he awoke he saw that it was almost eleven. Erin's side of the bed was empty. As he pushed himself up the covers slipped off and, looking down at the bra and panties he was still wearing, he remembered the previous night. Damn! He felt embarrassed. He pulled off the stained panties and then the bra, tossing them into the laundry basket before he headed for the bathroom. He showered for a long time before drying and coming back out. Erin was waiting for him. "Good morning, sleepyhead." She smiled at him. "I thought you were going to be out all day." "I was tired," Tom muttered not looking at her. Still naked he turned to his dresser and pulled open his underwear drawer. He saw the bras and panties and gulped as he remembered his promise of the night before. Maybe she had forgotten. "What do you think your doing?" Tom had picked a pair of his boxers from the drawer and was starting to put them on. "Getting dressed," he answered hopefully. "I don't think so. At least not in those." Tom stopped and stood with his boxers halfway up his legs. "How can you even think about wearing those things when you have such nice new underwear?" Tom looked sheepishly at her as his boxers slipped to the floor. He wasn't getting off easy today. Damn! "Do I have to make sure you get dressed properly every morning?" Erin asked. Tom gulped. Every morning? Jesus! "Now pick out something pretty. How about the flowered set?" Tom looked in the drawer. Sure enough there was a flowered bra with matching panties. He took them out. Beaten, he stepped out of his boxers and stepped into the panties. His penis grew stiff as he pulled them up. "That's it," Erin said. "Now the bra." Tom did as he was told and slipped his arms into the straps. He found the clasp and struggled to get it hooked in back. Finally it was on. But Erin wasn't satisfied. "You need to practice a little more. I want you to keep doing it until you can get it hooked in fifteen seconds. Okay?" Tom groaned but reached back to unhook the bra. Then for the next ten minutes he practiced putting the bra on and taking it off. It worked. He was improving. But it was embarrassing to be doing it in front of Erin. Especially since he had a hard-on, which refused to go down. "Not bad," Erin said after he had hooked the bra in just about twenty seconds. "Much better than yesterday. Now do it a again and you should be all set." Tom grunted but complied. He reached back and deftly unhooked it. Getting it off was not the problem. He then slipped it on for probably the tenth time as Erin timed him on her watch. He arched his back without thinking as he stretched the bra behind him. The hook caught and then the second one did too. He adjusted the bra over his chest and stood waiting. "Seventeen seconds." Erin grinned. "Once more. You've almost got it." It was fun making her husband jump through hoops like this. Tom nodded his head and again took the bra off. Then he put it back on, arching his back and reaching behind all in one motion. He fumbled with the hook for a second but then it caught. So did the second one. He quickly adjusted it over his chest and waited for Erin. "Fifteen seconds," Erin announced. "Very good." She grinned at poor Tom. "I bet pretty soon you'll be able to get it on in less than five seconds. Just like a girl." Tom's face reddened. "Speaking of girls," Erin said. "We can't forget to fill you out a little." "Huh?" Tom asked. "Like we did yesterday. You remember, don't you?" As she spoke she took Tom's hand and led him to the bathroom. She picked up several tissues and proceeded to stuff them into Tom's bra cups. "There," she said stepping back to admire him. "Now you've got your little boobies again." Poor Tom stood shamefaced before her. Christ. His chest was sticking out like a Playboy centerfold. And Tom Jr. was sticking out as well. "Now Tom. I want you to raise your arms and look in the mirror." Tom did and Erin continued. "What do you see?" Tom looked. Besides the bra he was wearing and the hair in his armpits, nothing stood out. "I don't know. Nothing special," he answered. Then Erin surprised him by pulling off her shirt. She stood next to him and raised her arms too so they were both in the mirror together. "See anything different?" "Not really..." "Well," she prompted. "We're both wearing bras, so that can't be it. What else?" "Ummm, I've got hair under my arms." "Bingo!" "So," Tom said and then watched as Erin picked up his razor. "No!" Tom exclaimed. The little minx wanted him to shave his underarms. "No way! "Well you don't have to make up your mind right away." Erin grinned at him and then looked pointedly down at his crotch. "But I'm sure if Tom Jr., has anything to say about it, you'll be lathering up before the day is over." "Damn it Erin. No!" Tom exclaimed angrily. This was getting out of hand. Christ! No way was he shaving his underarms. He stomped out of the bathroom. And he wasn't going to wear this silly underwear anymore, either! Off came the bra, then the panties. Tom found his boxers and pulled them up. "I'm not doing this anymore," he stated angrily as Erin watched quietly while he got dressed. Then he stomped out of the bedroom and down the stairs. I wouldn't be so sure about that, Erin said to herself picking up Tom's bra and panties from where he had thrown them. Any boy who had spent the last thirty-six hours in girl's underwear sporting a hard-on like he had was in for a surprise if he thought he wouldn't be back in them again. She went down stairs to find Tom reading the Sunday paper at the kitchen table. He pointedly ignored her. Erin finally got fed up and decided to go out. "I'm going out," she said putting on her jacket and picking up her purse. "If you decide to be civil again, I'll be next door at Karen's." Tom just grunted as she left the house. Let's see how long it takes, Erin thought to herself while she walked through the hedges between theirs and Karen's property. She'd left Tom's bra and panties out on the bed. She had a sneaking suspicion it wouldn't be too long before he went back up there. She'd angled the blinds and left the light on so that she could glimpse what was going on from Karen's kitchen. "Hi Karen." she asked when her neighbor answered the doorbell. "Hi. What's up?" "Oh Tom is being a real pain today. Do you mind if I come in for a while?" "Not at all. Come in." *** Meanwhile, Tom finished reading the paper. He was still angry with Erin. Damn girl! Wanting him to shave under his arms. He turned on the TV but after fifteen or twenty minutes he couldn't find anything that interested him. He got up and walked around the house for a bit. He ended up in the bedroom and couldn't miss the bra and panties on the bed. He felt a familiar twinge in his crotch and picked up the bra. He held it up to his chest and gazed into the mirror. The twinge got stronger. Oh hell, he thought and stole a glimpse at the clock. It had only been a half-hour since Erin had gone next door. She probably wouldn't be back for an hour or so. He'd easily have enough time to put them on for a minute or two. Besides, he would hear the door open. Quickly he stripped off his clothes. His erection was as big as could be as he pulled up the panties. The bra was next and then he was admiring himself in the mirror. Suddenly the phone rang, waking him from his reverie. "Hello," he said, glancing about guiltily. "Hi Tom. It's me, Karen." Tom instinctively looked out the window toward his neighbor's house. He could see Karen clearly in the window. Christ! Could she see him? "Listen, Erin asked me to call to find out if you're still angry." "Umm, I guess not," Tom answered moving back away from the window. Karen continued to chat and Tom had no choice but to respond in turn. He didn't hear the front door open. Nor did he hear the footsteps on the stairs. What he did hear was Karen asking to speak to Erin. "She's with you. She's at your house, isn't she?" "Not anymore," came the voice from the bedroom doorway. Tom gulped and turned to face his wife, almost dropping the phone from his hand. "I'll take that," Erin said walking briskly over and taking the phone from him. "Thanks, Karen. He didn't hear a thing." She listened for a moment. "Yes. I'll tell him." Then she hung up. "Well look at you," she smirked. "I knew you couldn't stay out of these clothes." Then she smiled mischievously and added. "Karen says to tell you she thinks you look cute." Tom blanched. "She didn't see me, did she?" Erin smiled and went over to the window. She crooked her finger indicating for him to follow. "Take a look," she said letting Tom peer through the blinds. Karen was by her kitchen window, looking up at them. When she saw Tom, she smiled and gave a little waive. "Waive back," Erin said yanking the blinds up quickly before Tom could react. Poor Tom was totally exposed in his bra and panties. "Damn you Erin," Tom cried as he jumped back away from the window. "That's not fair! Christ! Now she knows!" "Well actually she knew last night. And we were both watching you. You really ought to be more careful." Erin grinned smugly. "But don't worry. She promised she wouldn't tell anybody. Not even Mike." At the mention of his neighbor's husband, Tom gulped. What if she told him? Christ! This was getting out of hand! He'd never live it down. "So," Erin said, smiling. "Care to explain to me again that you're not going to wear girl's underwear any more." Tom looked down ashamed. What could he say? "What about the hair under your arms. Have you changed your mind about shaving too?" "No," Tom whispered. "Not right now? Maybe later?" "No." Erin decided not to push it just yet. She knew how to get him to agree. Meanwhile she got some Kleenex from her nightstand and, while Tom stood meekly, stuffed his bra for the second time that day. "Remember," she said as she adjusted the padding. "If you're going to wear a bra, you have to fill it out." She smiled at him and squeezed one cup. Then her hand dropped down and she cupped the front of his panties. "But this fellow. I'm not sure what we're going to do about him." Tom, who hadn't gone completely soft after being surprised by Erin, stiffened at her touch. "What should we do about Tom Jr.?" she repeated with a smile as Tom's erection grew to full size. There was no resistance on his part as she led him to the bed. "He keeps getting you into trouble, doesn't he?" she whispered softly while squeezing and stroking him. "Mmmm," Tom murmured as Erin pushed him onto his back while continuing to play with his very erect penis. "And now he's gotten all stiff again. Don't you like it when he gets all stiff and excited?" Erin smiled into Tom's eyes. "Because I sure do." She traced her finger up and down his panty- covered erection and continued. "I bet he wouldn't mind if you shaved your underarms." Oh Jesus, Tom thought. Now he was in for it. If only he hadn't succumbed to his urge to dress up while she was out. "Yes. Yes he'd mind," he whispered hurriedly. "I don't think so." Erin laughed. "But I'll give you a choice," she began. "Suppose you march into the bathroom and shave your underarms or," she paused with a big smile on her face. "Or what?" Tom asked nervously. "Or I invite Karen over and the two of us will shave not only your underarms but your legs as well. Now which is it going to be?" "Jesus, Erin!" Tom cried. "You wouldn't do that, would you?" "I might. Care to find out?" "Damn it, Erin," Tom moaned. He was beside himself. Not only had Karen seen him through the window, but he wouldn't have been surprised if the two of them had planned this all along. Christ. The only way out was to shave his armpits himself. "I'm waiting." Damn! He was caught between a rock and a hard place. He didn't want to do either one. Christ, he was a guy. Guy's didn't shave their underarms. And heck. He was stronger than two girls. They couldn't shave him if he didn't let them, could they? As these thoughts were going through Tom's mind Erin reached for the phone. "What's it going to be?" Her fingers were poised to dial. Tom surprised himself with his bravado. "No," he said. "I'm not shaving my under arms. And that's final." "Okay," Erin said as she began to dial. "It's your choice." The phone barely had chance to ring before Karen answered it. "Hi. It's me," said Erin. She listened for a second and then continued. "He's not cooperating. Care to come over and help out?" She glared at Tom and then spoke into the phone again. "The front door is open. Just walk in and come upstairs." Then she hung up. Chapter IX They waited in silence but it wasn't a long wait. Tom heard the front door open followed by footsteps on the stairs. Then Karen stepped through the doorway. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed seeing Tom. "He's really wearing them." Tom couldn't help but blush, sitting on the bed in his bra and panties. "Yes he is," answered Erin. "Meet Mr. Macho in the flesh." Tom grimaced at the use of words. "Did you bring it?" "Yep. In the bag." Karen tossed a plastic bag onto the bed near Erin. "Good. I'll get the scissors." What the hell thought Tom as Erin took the bag into the bathroom, only to return a few seconds later holding a pair of scissors and a roll of duct tape. "What do you think Karen?" Erin said, pulling a length of duct tape from the roll, cutting it and giving it to her neighbor. "You go for his arms and I'll go for his legs?" She cut another length of duct tape and stuck it onto a bedpost and then a third, which she kept for herself. "Sounds good to me," Karen responded. "Are you ready?" "Yep." Then they were on him. Karen, about 5' 6" and heavier than Erin, tackled him as he started to get up while Erin grabbed his knees. He struggled and was just starting to push Karen off him when Erin left his legs to join her friend. Then there was tape on his wrist. Christ! What were they doing? He tried to kick his feet but was surprised to see they moved in unison. Erin had taped his ankles together! Karen already had one of his wrists wrapped in tape. Tom tried to pull free but not before she managed to get the other end of the tape around the bedpost. Christ! The girls were winning! They then pounced on his other arm. While Karen pinned it to the bed, Erin took the last piece of tape and wrapped his wrist tightly. He struggled but was no match for the two of them as they pulled his arm toward the second bedpost. Then he became their captive as the sticky tape did its job. The girls sat back to catch their breath as Tom tried to free himself. Damn duct tape! Then, just to be sure, Erin cut several more lengths and secured his wrists again. He wasn't going anywhere. "Now guess what's going to happen?" Erin asked, grinning at Tom. She turned to Karen. "I'll get the razor and some shaving cream. Make sure he doesn't go anywhere." Karen nodded and turned to Tom as Erin went off to the bathroom. "Hi neighbor," she said with a smile. "Looks like you're in a bit of trouble." Tom just grunted angrily, mostly angry with himself for being overpowered by two girls. Then, what the hell. "How about letting me up," he asked "I don't think so," Karen said with a laugh. "By the way, that was quite a show you put on earlier. You really ought to be more careful by the window." Tom blushed. Then after a minute he asked, "Did the two of you plan this?" "Maybe," Karen answered with a twinkle in her eyes. "After all, we are good friends." She smiled at Tom and casually reached out to play with the tufts of hair under his arms. "You know, it's a good thing you're not very hairy. Otherwise we'd have to shave your chest and back too. I bet you wouldn't want that." "No I wouldn't," Tom muttered as he glared at Karen. Then suddenly he laughed and squirmed. "Hey don't!" he exclaimed. "That tickles." "Does it?" Karen asked sweetly, continuing to poke him lightly in his exposed armpit. "Yes!" He squirmed again. "Are you ticklish?" Oh Jesus, Tom thought. Now she's going to tickle me. Christ. And Erin will probably help her! "No," he answered quickly, perhaps too quickly. "No, I'm not." "Are you sure?" Karen swirled her finger in the hair of one underarm, making Tom flinch. "You wouldn't be lying to me, would you?" "No," Tom said hurriedly. Then he couldn't stop himself. He laughed and started to squirm as she lightly tickled him. "Stop!" he cried. "What's going on out there?" "Did you know that your husband is ticklish?" Erin appeared from the bathroom carrying a bowl of water, a towel, a razor and a can of shaving cream. "Is that what your doing to him?" She placed the things on Tom's nightstand and then sat next to him on the bed, across from Karen. Tom meanwhile was still squirming and laughing as Karen continued to lightly play her fingers over his underarm. Erin glanced down at his crotch and was surprised to see that although Tom might not be enjo