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Erin's Husband Learns to Dress Up - Part II By Pat In Panties Chapter XI Tom awoke to the sound of buzzing and a very pleasurable feeling between his ass cheeks. "Wake up sleepyhead. We've got a busy day ahead of us." "Huhhh," he murmured opening his eyes to see Erin kneeling between his legs. At first he wasn't sure what was happening but then he remembered the events of the previous night, in all their embarrassing glory. She was at it again with that damn vibrator! "Erin!" he exclaimed when he realized what was happening. Had he not still been bound to the bedposts he would have pushed her away and gotten up. As it was he was stuck there on his back in a most compromising position. Karen's nightie was around his waist and the vibrator was between his cheeks. God damn her! Erin smiled impishly and probed a little further. Her free hand found Tom Jr. who was beginning to stiffen. It wasn't long before Tom's anger melted. "Oh Jeez, Erin," he murmured, his excitement growing. Tom Jr. was wide-awake now from Erin's ministrations and Tom couldn't help spreading his legs when the tip of the vibrator found his asshole. Erin smiled to herself. Now that she had him aroused it was time to play. She gazed down at his hairless crotch; definite evidence of the power she had over him. "Baby like?" she teased, pushing the buzzing tip against him. "Oh, yes, honey!" he moaned urgently, his arousal growing. She teased him with the vibrator for a few more seconds before removing it and sitting back on her ankles. "Don't stop!" Tom cried out. She'd gotten him quite aroused and Tom Jr. was comically bouncing around as he tried to reach for her. Unfortunately Tom was still bound to the bed. "Don't be in such a hurry. We've got all day," she teased. Then she held the vibrator up so Tom could see it. "What do you think?" she asked. "Should we buy one today?" Tom didn't answer so Erin smiled and placed the base of the vibrator in his crotch making sure to point it in the air where it towered over Tom's fully erect penis. She giggled. The comparison was obvious. "I think Tom Jr. needs to put on a few more inches, don't you?" "Erin..." Tom began. He didn't like this sudden turn of the conversation. Christ! So he wasn't eight inches. Erin hadn't complained before. "Well it's a good thing," she said with an impish smile. "Cause otherwise he wouldn't fit in his panties!" At the mention of panties Tom blushed. Christ! Was he going to have to wear them again today? He looked up at Erin's grinning face. Dumb question. All of a sudden he realized it wasn't the weekend anymore. It was Monday morning. He glanced over at the clock on his nightstand. It was seven thirty. Christ, he was going to be late for work! "Erin, it's getting late. C'mon. I've got to get to work." "Oh," she replied. "I thought you were going to take a sick day." She batted Tom's wilting erection playfully. "Don't you want to stay home and play?" "I can't honey. I've got a report that's due this week. I have to go in to finish it." "Couldn't you finish it tomorrow?" She reached for his penis. "No, it's a big report." His penis twitched involuntarily in her hand. "Are you sure?" She smiled and squeezed softly. Tom gulped. He didn't say anything as Erin began to tease his erection back to life. Pretty soon she had him aroused and worked into a state that finishing the report was not his top priority anymore. And by eight o'clock he was eagerly asking her to call him in sick. She left him with Tom Jr. pointing straight in the air while she called his boss. Then, when he was safely off for the day, she sat back down on the bed next to him. Karen's nightgown had bunched up above his waist. He was naked below. She ran her fingers over his smooth crotch and teasingly pressed his erection down, only to watch it pop up when she let go. "So," she smiled. "The stores open at nine. Don't you want to get ready?" Tom gulped, realizing he was doomed. "Do we have to?" "Uh huh," Erin nodded. "Karen's going to want her nightgown back." Then a smile appeared on her face and she picked up the vibrator "Besides, we just have to get one of these for ourselves!" "Now why don't you take your shower after I get this tape off you?" It wasn't really a question. Tom's arms were stiff when she peeled the tape from the bedposts. Damn! He had to stop letting her do this to him. He rubbed his sticky wrists where the tape had been. The nightgown fell down when he stood up and, even though he had calmed down somewhat, the front was tented out. And where it had been stained showed. Christ! With the amount he had squirted last night the front of the nightie was a mess. "Well that definitely needs to go into the washing machine," Erin laughed causing Tom to blush as he trudged off to the bathroom. Deciding after yesterday's tickling session not to take any chances, he took the razor into the shower. That proved to be a wise decision when Erin had him hold his arms over his head for inspection afterwards. While he showered she'd been making a list. Tom gulped when he saw it. Right on top was the word nighties with the number 3 after it. Then slips with 3 in parenthesis. Pantyhose was crossed out and below it she had written garter belt and stockings. She'd left a space and then written vibrator with the number eight after it and then falsies with a question mark. "Jesus Erin," he protested. "We're not getting all that, are we?" But he saw the look of determination in her face and knew it would be useless to argue. If nothing else, he'd learned that this weekend. "I suppose I have to wear panties," he said resignedly pulling open his bureau drawer. "And a bra." "To the mall?" he groaned. "Yes. To the mall," she replied a no-nonsense look on her face. "You can wear your jacket like you did the other night. No one will see anything." Tom gulped at the thought of being out in the crowds wearing a damn bra again. At least no one could tell when he had panties on, but he wasn't so sure about a bra. He had to be sure to keep his jacket zippered. He grabbed the first pair of panties from the drawer and put them on. Then he found the matching bra. Still annoyed he slipped it on without thinking, easily hooking it in the back. As he adjusted it over his chest, he saw Erin watching him with a smile. "Very good," she complimented him. "Now come over here so we can get you all filled out." He didn't give her an argument and instead stood meekly in shame as she stuffed tissues into his bra cups for the third day in a row. "Okay," Erin said giving his bra a final adjustment. "Throw on the rest of your clothes and come down stairs." She started to walk away but turned when she got to the door. "Don't forget Karen's nightgown. You've got to wash it." Tom sulked thinking about his predicament. Christ, most guys wouldn't stand for it. But he looked down at his erect penis, which was poking out, happy as could be. Erin knew she could count on Tom Jr. to side with her. This past weekend sure proved that. Tom resigned himself to the fact that he was going to be dressing in a bra and panties for a while. He finished dressing, grabbed Karen's nightie and headed for the stairs. Erin was waiting for him and sent him back for the rest of the laundry. It was silly to run a load just for Karen's nightie. He started the laundry and read the paper while Erin got ready. The damn bra felt silly. He knew the outline of it was visible under the shirt and reminded himself to keep his jacket on. Before they left he moved the laundry to the dryer so Karen's nightgown would be ready for her later. The drive to the mall was uneventful. Chapter XII Six hours later they were home again. Tom was still sulking as he had during the entire drive home. He'd never been so embarrassed in his life. At least ten salesgirls now knew he had been wearing a bra and panties. Thank you Erin! It had started at the first department store they had gone into. Erin had dragged him over to look at nightgowns and it wasn't long before a cute salesgirl of about nineteen or twenty came over to help them. She'd naturally assumed they were looking for Erin and helped her select a couple that would fit her. Tom just about died when she turned to the salesgirl and told her she wanted something larger because they weren't shopping for her. They were shopping for Tom. She turned to him and smiled sweetly as his face turned beet red. "Tell the salesgirl what size bra you're wearing so she can find something to fit you." Tom wanted to sink into the floor. How could she do this to him? "Erin!" he hissed as the shocked salesgirl did a double take. "Oh sometimes he's just so bashful," Erin exclaimed ignoring Tom. "He's wearing a 36B today." "Okaaaaaay," the surprised salesgirl said slowly as she regained her wits. "I'm sure we can find something..." Then, taking a 'the customer is always right' attitude, she showed Tom several nightgowns that looked like they would fit him. Mortified, Tom paid for them wanting nothing more than to get out of the store as quickly as possible. As he stomped out he saw the salesgirl talking to her coworkers. They were looking at him and giggling. "Damn it Erin!" he hissed when they were out of sight. "How could you do that!" "Do what?" she asked innocently. "You weren't much help. If I hadn't spoken up, you never would have gotten the right size." "But Jesus! You told her I was wearing a bra!" "Well aren't you?" "That's beside the point," he continued angrily. "I want to go home!" "Now listen to me," Erin said icily. "We are not going home." Her voice grew louder. "I'll tell everyone in the store you're wearing a bra if I have to." Tom blanched. "Sshhh!" he hissed. "People can hear you." "What, don't you want them to know you are wearing a bra!" Several people turned their heads. "Okay! Okay!" Tom whispered hurriedly. "We don't have to go," he capitulated. "Just please stop saying it!" Erin glared at him but lowered her voice. Their next stop was the lingerie department. Now finally back home, Tom was still sulking. He'd stomped up the stairs to their room, tossed his shirt and pants on the chair and removed his bra and panties. Naked, he lay face down on the bed wishing he could crawl up into a hole. God that had been embarrassing! Erin could go to hell. He was not doing this anymore! Half an hour later Erin opened the bedroom door carrying the packages they had bought. Her husband had fallen asleep on the bed. This would never do! He'd taken off his bra and panties again! She found the duct tape Karen had brought over the day before and cut several long strips. Then, carefully wrapping each wrist in tape, she positioned his arms at the bedposts and very shortly he was her captive again. Then, while waiting for him to wake up, she removed his boxers and T-shirts from his bureau drawer; replacing them with his new slips, garter belt and stockings. The nightgowns went into his pajama drawer; the old contents of which he also wouldn't be needing anymore. Tom was still sleeping when she finished arranging his bureau. She saw that it was almost four o'clock. He'd sleep all day if he had the chance. Time to wake up. She took the new eight-inch vibrator out of the bag and inserted the batteries. Then she walked over and swatted her husband on the backside. "Ouch!" Tom yelped opening his eyes. "Wake up!" she commanded, swatting him again. Tom started to get up but quickly realized his predicament. "God damn it, Erin! Let me up!" Jesus, what the hell was she going to do to him now? He didn't have long to find out. He heard the buzzing sound and then felt his ass cheeks being assaulted. "So," Erin began. "Who told you to take your bra and panties off?" The vibrator pressed between his cheeks. "Answer me," she commanded swatting him again. "Ouch! Nobody," he cried. "That's right. You don't take them off unless I give you permission. Got that?" Smack! Smack! "Yes." Smack! "Ouch!" Smack! "Ouch!" It was now the vibrator's turn. "Get up on your knees," she ordered smacking him again. When he complied she grasped his testicles with one hand while probing between his cheeks with the vibrator. "Hold still," she commanded, squeezing his balls threateningly as she found his little hole and pushed the vibrator in. "Erin. Stop!" he cried. It hurt. It hurt his balls where she was squeezing as well as his ass, which was being stretched apart and violated. "I'm sorry! Owwww!" "You'd better be!" She pushed harder, shoving several buzzing inches into him. "Owww!" he cried but with her other hand squeezing his balls, all he could do was spread his legs to take more of it. "I'm sorry! Please! Oh Erin! Please Stop! It's so big! It's hurting!" But Erin was determined to teach him a lesson. He was going to take all of it, whether he liked it or not. She squeezed his balls tightly. "Open wide!" Poor Tom was beside himself. He felt like she was splitting him apart. But with her grip on his balls, he had no choice but to accept as much as he could. He grunted as she pushed harder. God it was big! "I'm sorry!" he cried again. "Please Erin! You're splitting me in two! I'm sorry!" "Do you promise to put your bra and panties back on?" "Yes! I promise! Please Erin! Oh God, it hurts!" "And keep them on?" "Yes! Yes!" She looked down at Tom's rear. No wonder he was in agony. Less than an inch of the vibrator protruded from between his cheeks. He'd just been royally fucked by his wife! That should teach him. "Okay," she said relenting and eased the pressure on his ass. She let go of his balls and turned off the vibrator. Slowly she removed it. "Oh God, Erin! You almost split me in two!" Tom moaned as she eased it gently out of him. From now on he would definitely think twice before making her angry. After it was out, Erin removed the tape from his wrists and the bed. He got up, found his bra and panties and immediately put them back on. His ass was very sore and, for once, Tom Jr. was not his usual perky self. Erin got up and located the last of the shopping bags. They had hunted high and low and finally they had located the silicone bra inserts. That had been one of the more embarrassing purchases but now Tom wouldn't need to use tissues anymore. "Come over here," she said, taking the two inserts out of the bag. Still smarting from his ass fucking, he quickly complied and stood meekly while Erin inserted them into his bra cups and then squeezed them playfully. "These will be so much better." Then smiling she reached down and cupped his crotch. He was soft. "What's the matter with Tom Jr.? He doesn't seem to be happy?" 'What did you expect,' Tom thought. 'Would you be happy if your ass had just been reamed?' But he knew better than to say that. Instead he just shrugged his shoulders noncommittally. Teasingly Erin pulled out the waistband of his panties and peered down at Tom's flaccid penis. "How can we make him happy?" she asked. She reached inside and pulled him upright with two fingers and smiled into Tom's face. She was rewarded as he began to stiffen. "Good boy," she said, her smile widening. "I bet he'd like a reward?" "Uh huh," Tom answered. As he grew bigger he got more aroused. Damn her! "Come over here." Erin grinned and tugged Tom over to his bureau. Still holding him firmly she opened his underwear drawer and pulled out his new garter belt. This wasn't exactly the reward Tom had been hoping for but he didn't resist when Erin placed it around his waist and hooked it. Then grabbing his erection with one hand and his new stockings with the other, she led him back to the bed. Ten minutes later he was wearing stockings and a slip as he practiced walking in his new two-inch heels. His erect penis told Erin everything she needed to know. Chapter XIII Tom then cooked dinner, wearing the apron again. After dinner he did the dishes while Erin called her next door neighbor. She turned to Tom after hanging up the phone and told him it was time to return Karen's things. "Get your jacket," Erin told him after they had collected Karen's nightgown and vibrator and found a bag to put them in. 'Oh God. No!' Thought Tom. "We're going over there?" "Uh huh." "Erin," Tom whined. "Please! I can't go out like this!" "You can if you wear your long raincoat. Besides, it's just next door." Tom started to refuse but his still sore ass reminded him what she had done earlier. Christ! He really didn't have any choice. He found his raincoat and put it on, tugging it down as far as it would go. Then they were off. The porch light came on immediately when they rang the doorbell. Tom cringed. Damn, if anyone was looking they could see his stocking legs and heels. Then the door opened and Karen greeted them with a wide smile. "Hi neighbors," she said. "What brings you over tonight?" "Tom wants to return some things of yours he borrowed." Erin turned to her husband. "Don't you?" Tom nodded. They were still standing outside. Maybe he could just give her the bag and go home. Fat chance, but he offered the bag hopefully. "Oh thank you," Karen said taking it. "Would you like to come in?" "No..." Tom began but Erin cut him off. "Off course we would, wouldn't we Tom?" "Yes," Tom answered. They went inside. Karen's house was similar to theirs except she had no drapes on the bay window in her living room. Just curtains, which happened to be wide, open. "Please, take off your coats," she suggested. Erin took hers off as Tom fiddled with his. Damn! Even after what he'd been through yesterday with Karen it was embarrassing to show himself dressed up like this. Erin gave him a warning look and he stopped stalling. Karen gave a low whistle as Tom stepped out of his coat. "I see you've added to his wardrobe," she said to Erin. "Not bad!" The girls stood admiring Tom as he blushed in embarrassment. To make matters worse, he again had a growing erection. "So Tom, did you end up wearing my nightgown last night?" Tom's face burned. "Yes," he whispered staring at his feet. Erin, enjoying her husband's discomfort added, "Boy did he ever. But don't worry Karen. It's been washed." "Tom, you didn't?" Karen asked, mock surprise in her voice. "Did you mess in my nightie?" Tom just stood there totally embarrassed now as she pulled out the nightgown and inspected it. Then she held up the vibrator. "And did you get to play with this?" Tom just nodded. "Why do you think the nightgown had to be cleaned?" Erin giggled. "Tom!" Karen exclaimed in mock amazement. The girls proceeded to tease him for several minutes. Erin had Tom show off his new garter belt and stockings, holding his slip high in the air so that Karen could see. She also got to see Tom Jr. who was standing proudly at attention in Tom's panties. "You're not going to send him off to work like this, are you?" Erin grinned mischievously. "Of course not. Even 'business casual' doesn't mean you waltz in wearing a slip. He's got to at least have a skirt and blouse on." Tom blanched. She was kidding, wasn't she? "Erin, no!" he exclaimed frantically. "Please. I'll get fired!" "Don't worry," she laughed. "I wasn't being serious." "But he will be wearing panties." Then she turned back to Tom. "You don't mind wearing panties to work, do you?" She reached out and rubbed her hand over his erection. "No," Tom whispered. Erin ran her hand over the garter belt he was wearing. "What about the stockings and this garter belt? Would you wear them to work also?" "Oh Jeez, Erin," Tom whimpered. The panties were bad enough but the garter belt and stockings were carrying it a little too far. Christ! He'd have to be extra careful not to be found out. "Well, would you?" She pulled the slip up over his waist so she could play with the garter straps. Tom's penis was as stiff as could be. She giggled and pulled the front of his panties down, exposing him to Karen. Poor Tom finally nodded his head. He'd wear the damn stockings and garter belt. He just hoped he wasn't caught. Erin turned to Karen. "Did Tom tell you he wore his bra out shopping today?" "No! Did he really?" "Yes he did." Erin grinned. "He's really just a little show-off." Karin approached Tom with a smile. "Did you go out in a bra today?" She cupped her hands in front of his chest and placed them directly on his new 'breasts'. "And show these off to everybody?" Tom turned red-faced. "I can see why," she continued. "Nice and firm." She poked where the nipple should have been and watched it spring back. "And perky." Then she slipped her fingers inside, found his real nipples and pinched them until they stiffened. Tom squirmed but didn't try to stop her. "You should be proud of them. Why don't you want to show them off at work?" "Jesus, Karen." He looked imploringly at Erin who just smiled. "I'm a guy. I can't wear a bra to work. They'll fire me!" "But they won't fire you for wearing panties?" "The panties won't show." "And they won't fire you for wearing stockings and a garter belt?" She reached down and fingered one of the garters where it attached to the stocking. Then she snapped it against his leg. "Better wear some baggy pants." Tom made a mental note of that. "Do you ever wear a sports jacket to work?" "Huh? Sometimes. Like when I have to give a presentation." "Well if you wore a sports jacket, no one could see your bra on underneath." "God Karen!" Tom was panicky. "You want me to give a presentation wearing a bra?" Before she could answer, Erin chimed in. "Tom, weren't you getting a big report ready this week?" "Yeah," he said. "For Friday." Then he blanched. "Erin! Karen! No! Please! I can't give that report wearing this stuff!" "But you said yourself that's when you wear a sport jacket." "But... but..." sputtered Tom. "I can't give a presentation in a bra and panties!" "Tom." Karen sounded exasperated. "Your bra won't show under a sports jacket. Friday you're wearing a sports jacket. So Friday you also wear a bra. What part don't you understand?" "Please," Tom pleaded first with Karen. Then he looked imploringly at Erin. "That makes perfect sense to me," Erin answered. "But, if you want to wear a bra and not wear a jacket, that's okay too." "That's not what I meant." Tom was beside himself. Didn't the girls understand he didn't want to go to work in a bra, period? Jacket or no jacket. He tried one more time. "I can't give a presentation wearing a bra!" "But we just told you that with a jacket on, nobody will notice." Karen shook her head unbelievingly. "Tom," Erin said, a warning note in her voice. "That's enough. Remember what happened this afternoon?" Tom gulped. He remembered all too well. "What happened?" Karen asked. "Tom got to christen our new vibrator. Only he wasn't too happy with the way it turned out." Erin smiled. "By the time I got seven inches into him he was howling like a baby. That's because he sulked and took of his bra and panties without my permission. But he's learning." "You didn't!" exclaimed Karen, giggling at the thought of poor Tom with the vibrator shoved up his ass. "So Tom," she asked with a big smile. "Are you still not sure about wearing your bra on Friday?" Oh God! Tom looked warily at Karen. She was definitely enjoying this. Christ! He couldn't stand up in front of people and give a talk wearing a bra and panties. He'd just die! But that wasn't until Friday. Given that his other choice, being royally fucked in the ass by the two girls, would happen tonight helped his decision along. Both girls were waiting for his answer. "I'll wear it," he muttered. "Tom," Karen said. "That doesn't sound like you really want to." "Yeah," chimed in Erin. "You're not sulking again, are you?" 'Oh Jeez,' thought Tom. "No. I'm not sulking." "Then how about a little more enthusiasm?" "I'd love to wear my bra to work on Friday. How's that?" "Better." The girls smiled. "And you're still going to wear your garter belt, stockings and panties. Right?" Tom nodded. His penis was sticking out, fully erect, at what they were making him do. Oh God! He hoped he could change Erin's mind by Friday! All of a sudden the clock chimed nine o'clock. Karen looked at Erin who nodded. Karen left the room while Erin smiled at her husband. The girls were up to something. "There's just one more thing we need to do before we go home," she said approaching Tom. "What?" Erin ignored the question, instead lifting his slip and grasping his very erect penis in one hand while pulling his panties back up. "Just come into the den," she said tugging his manhood. Tom complied and followed her as she walked backwards, continuing to pull him along. He was surprised to see the fold out couch had been opened into a bed. "Come sit down," she urged, pushing him down. Tom sat on the edge, somewhat nervously. "What are we going to do?" he asked again. "Well," she began as Karen entered the room. "I've noticed Tom Jr. has been happy as a clam since you first put on a bra and panties the other night." She sat down and continued to fondle him. "But I want to make sure that when I'm not with you he doesn't go and do something silly like try to take them off." "You wouldn't do that, now would you?" Karen asked, joining them. Tom didn't notice the camera she had placed on the bookshelf. "No," Tom replied. Erin's fondling felt nice. "But I just want to make sure," Erin continued. "You don't mind if I have a little insurance, do you?" "No," he whispered. She made his penis feel so good. "We didn't think you'd would," Karen said softly and Tom didn't resist when she pushed him gently back on the couch. Erin continued her ministrations. "You don't mind if we tie you up again," Erin whispered into his ear. A warning light went off in his head but what she was doing had him so aroused that he ignored it. That was a mistake. Karen eased his arms over his head. "Slide back," she urged as she guided his wrists to the ropes she had earlier attached to the frame and hidden in the pillows. They had been waiting just for him. "Whaaa..." Tom began as first one wrist then the other was immobilized. "Shhhh," Erin said softly, continuing to stroke his erection. "We're going to have so much fun." Meanwhile Karen tightened his bonds and then located the ropes for his feet. Tom eagerly spread his legs as she stretched them toward the corners of the couch. Erin pulled the front of Tom's panties down and his erect penis sprang up in the air. She adjusted the slip he was wearing above his waist so that his excitement was totally exposed. Then she pulled away and hopped off the couch. Flash! The Polaroid in Karen's hands went off again. "Whaa..." Tom cried in surprise. "What the hell!" "Say 'Cheese'" Karen laughed snapping another picture as Tom struggled helplessly against his bonds. Oh God! Tom was beside himself. Christ! They were taking pictures of him like this. Damn! He should never have agreed to be tied up again. Damn you Tom Jr.! Then Erin was back on the bed again pulling his panties over his very erect penis. Karen snapped a couple of pictures of him like that too. Then the girls 'oohed' and 'aahhed' at the foot of the bed while the pictures developed and held up the incriminating evidence so Tom could see each one. It was he all right! Ignoring his protests they next pulled the slip over his head so his garter belt and bra were visible. Karen then took close ups of his chest and face along with his shaved armpits while Erin grasped him firmly by the balls when he wouldn't stop wiggling about. Finally they were out of film. They sat on either side of him while the last few pictures developed and Erin explained that he had better cooperate and keep his underwear on when he was off at work or otherwise by himself. Tom knew better than to argue. He was at their mercy and they all knew it. There was one more embarrassing thing they wanted, Erin explained. The girls left him alone for a minute and then returned: Karen with a video camera and Erin with the vibrator. Poor Tom was almost in tears. "Please, Erin," he whimpered. "Aren't the pictures enough? Please don't video me." "Oh, Tom. You're going to like making this video, trust me." She sat on the couch between his legs holding the vibrator while Karen readied herself with the camera. "No. Please don't." But down came his panties. Erin stroked his wilting erection with one hand and positioned the vibrator between his ass cheeks with the other. "I'll do it like we did last night," she said turning on the switch. "Not like this afternoon." She eased the buzzing tip between his cheeks." You'll like it, I promise." "Oh, Jesus!" Tom groaned. Karen was already busily filming. God! This was so humiliating! Erin lightly teased between his cheeks with the vibrator while fondling his once again rising penis. He was responding, as she knew he would. Then, being careful not to block the camera's view, she began to press the tip of the vibrator against his little hole. Tom began to moan and she noticed he was quite erect now. "Baby like?" she asked into the camera. Tom moaned as the buzzing tip discovered his sensitive nerve endings. Damn! Boy did it feel good. In answer to her question, he pressed down as best he could against the vibrator. "Baby want it inside him?" "Yes," he moaned. Erin's other hand was lightly stroking Tom Jr. who was standing stiffly at attention. Tom couldn't help himself and began thrusting his hips into the air. Then as Karen zeroed in with the camera, Erin dropped her hand to Tom's hairless balls and lifted them out of the way. The camera caught the picture of the vibrator inserted partway into Tom's asshole, with Tom beginning to hump it. "Say please." "Please," Tom moaned again. "Oh honey!" Erin had pushed a little harder and Tom pushed down to meet it, stretching as far he could, considering his arms were tied to the couch over his head. "Oh honey! Please!" He was aroused. Erin giggled as his erection poked wildly into the air as his humping grew in intensity. She tickled his excited swollen balls that she was holding in her hand. "Do you want to be fucked?" "Yes! Yes!" he exclaimed. "Honey yes! Fuck me! Please fuck me!" The tape continued to roll. Karen was trying to keep a straight face as she captured it all. "See, didn't I say this would be better than what we did this afternoon?" "Oh honey! Oh it feels so good! Fuck me! Fuck me in the ass! Please!" "Do you want it all the way in?" "Yes! Yes!" Erin shoved hard as Tom stretched his legs as wide as he could and pushed to meet the vibrator. Oh God! He wanted it! Boy did he want it! Erin pressed until he had taken five inches up inside him. His little asshole stretched as wide as it could to accept it while she continued to play with his oh so stiff penis. "Oh honey! More! More!" Tom cried out. "Please honey! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Erin twisted the vibrator, hoping the turning motion would allow it to go further. It did and Tom moaned ecstatically. Another inch was inside him. The buzzing tip was making him feel so good! He was getting very close to cumming! Erin couldn't believe how much he was taking. Sure, she had pushed seven inches up earlier but he had been howling all the way. He loved this! Just like last night. "Oh Erin! Honey it feels so good!" he cried out. Then he was spurting. Spurting like you wouldn't believe. Karen caught it all on the video while Erin squeezed his penis, pumping it up and down as gobs of gooey cum squirted out. At the same time she shoved the vibrator as far up his asshole as she possibly could. Tom was in heaven. Then he was done. Erin continued to milk the last drops from his still softening penis as his moans subsided. God! He'd squirted all over his garter belt and bra. Not to mention gobs on his stomach. The camera caught it all. Tom lay spent. Karen put the camera down, ran to the kitchen for some paper towels, and joined Erin on the couch. They proceeded to clean Tom and the couch up, wiping the cum from where it had landed. "Was that good?" Erin teasingly asked her exhausted husband. All he could do was nod his head. The glazed look on his face gave her the real answer. Erin slowly eased the vibrator out of him and cleaned it off as well. Karen gathered up the pictures and the video, walking out of the room with them. Tom barely noticed as he dreamily lay recovering. Erin was straightening his panties over his now flaccid penis when Karen returned. "How's lover boy doing?" she asked looking down at the exhausted Tom. "Looks like he's all finished for the night. Or maybe all week." She added the last with a laugh as she sat down on the couch next to him and turned to Erin. "I suppose we should untie him so you guys can go home." She looked down at Tom with a smile and couldn't resist his exposed and shaven armpits. She ran one finger over his light stubble. "You better shave in the morning," she said. "I feel a little stubble here." Tom squirmed as she lightly tickled him. Then he giggled. Then he laughed. Erin, who had been about to untie his leg, stopped and sat back up. "Karen," she said. "What are you doing?" Karen smiled and continued to run her fingers over his exposed armpit. "Just checking his underarms for stubble. Remember he promised to keep them clean shaven." "Well I checked this morning and he was smooth as a baby then." Erin began to finger his other armpit. "But you're right. He does have stubble." By now poor Tom was wriggling and squirming. Spread-eagled as he was with his arms pulled tightly over his head, he remembered yesterday when they had him similarly restrained and had tickled him senseless. Please don't make me go through that again, he silently pleaded. The girls continued to lightly tickle him, just enough to keep him giggling and squirming. "Please," Tom finally whimpered. "Don't tickle me. Please." God! Couldn't they just untie him so he could go home to bed? Christ. He had to get up in the morning and he was exhausted. But the girls ignored his pleas and continued to lightly tickle. And slowly, exhausted as he was, the lump in his panties began to stiffen once more. Erin noticed it first. "Oh my God," she exclaimed. "He's getting hard again." "Oh you're right," Karen laughed. "I think somebody likes being tickled." Actually Tom didn't. But Tom Jr. was a different matter. The more the girls made Tom submit to whatever indignities they chose, the happier Tom Jr. was. "Oh, Jeez," Tom cried. "No I don't!" "Oh yes you do!" The girls laughed. Erin grasped him through his panties and squeezed. He was standing at attention once more. Then while Karen continued to tickle him, Erin told him that this was what was going to happen whenever she inspected him and found that he needed a shave. "But I shaved this morning," he protested as he wriggled under Karen's devilish fingers. "Maybe you need to shave more often." "I will!" Tom cried. "I'll shave two, three times a day if you want me to! Just please stop tickling me! Please!" Karen slowed her pace somewhat at Tom's frantic pleading. "Oh, God!" he whimpered still squirming helplessly. "Good! Now tell us how much you like wearing girl's underwear," Erin said. "Oh God!" Tom cried. "I love it! I love wearing a bra and panties! Please! I want to wear them all the time." "Good!" exclaimed Erin. She nodded to Karen who stopped her tickling. "Now don't forget what you just said." She smiled. "Because I sure won't!" Poor Tom lay gasping for breath as the girls untied him. Then, totally exhausted from his evening's exertions, he followed Erin home. "May I please change out of my bra and panties now," he asked meekly once they were in the bedroom. Erin smiled. He was learning. "Sure. But don't forget to put your nightgown on." Tom nodded and, after dressing in his nightie, fell into bed exhausted and immediately went to sleep.