Erin's delights. 
By lastig@usa.net. 


Like most such evenings, romance had ended prematurely. As Erin's desire had started to 
build, Bob Johnson had gotten a sheepish look on his face.
"I am sorry, darling," he said, "I just came."
"That's disappointing."
"I can't help it, sweetheart. You know how sexy you are." Erin nodded. 
"And I deserve to be rewarded for it. I think it is time for something new. We're going to the 
store, you and me, we'll get ourselves some diapers and pink plastic pants, and that's what 
we're going to wear until we are behaving like real men."
"Y..you're going to make me wear diapers like a baby boy?" said Bob. "I don't want to."
"Well, sweetheart, if you don't want to, you are free to go. But then our marriage is over as per 
now."
Bob did not respond.
"Very well, then," Erin continued, as she took her husband's hand in hers and pulled him to a 
standing position. "Come on. Let's get this sillyness over with. I don't want to waste the whole 
evening."

Bob followed his wife to the car, and sat in the passenger seat with his head down. 
"I think Amanda will be working tonight." Amanda, Erin's best friend, was a pharmacist and 
was also the owner of the store.
Amanda was indeed at work. Erin waved her as she guided Bob to the adult diaper section. 
She picked out a pack of a dozen extra thick diapers, and then motioned to her husband to 
follow her to the check out line. As she approached the checkout area, Amanda settled in 
behind an unoccupied register and motioned for them to let her check them out. Amanda rang 
up the diapers. 
"As you can see," Erin said with a laugh. "I bought some items that will bring us joy."
"Speaking of joy," Amanda said, "Remember my cousin Tom, the goodlooking one? I told 
him about you."
Bob's eyes grew large when he heard this, but as he started to say something, his wife 
interrupted 
"Hush, you! I didn't invite a comment from you. Show me that you can at least control your 
tongue." 
Erin had contemplated being active outside her marriage for satisfaction. She was unprepared 
to discuss this with her husband, and at the same time she felt a strange excitement. 
"Call him," she said. "I'll be over as soon as I put this little one to bed." She turned to Bob. 
"And you, let's move."  She added with a smile: "There is just too much to do tonight." 

When they got home, Bob scurried out from the car and ran around to open the door for Erin. 
Inside, after fixing her a drink, he knelt in front of her.
"Erin," he said.  "You aren't really going to make me wear diapers are you?  All you have to 
do is tell me how you want me to be better and I will."
"If you will do anything I want, let's get those clothes off." Slowly, he removed his socks, 
shirt and pants.
"Now doesn't it feel better to get those messy underpants off?"  Bob didn't say a word. 
Erin reached inside a large plastic bag and pulled out a large changing pad. Placing it on the 
rug, she motioned for Bob to lie on it face up.
She told him to lift his legs and slid a diaper beneath his rear. In a moment it was velcroed in 
place.  "Now," she said, as she cleaned him up using baby wipes, "We may as well get some 
fun out of it. I will dress you as a girl." She had Bob stand up, and slid the large size pink baby 
dress over his head, pulled it down, then buttoned it up the back. Finally came the baby 
bonnet, tied tightly beneath Bob's chin. Stepping back, she walking completely around her 
new baby girl.
"Just perfect" she said, with a satisfied smile on her pretty face. "Just perfect." 

She walked to the couch, sat down and indicated that Bob should kneel in front of her. She 
pulled a baby bottle from the bag.
"Now, time for your very first feeding." She brought the nipple to his face but Bob did not 
respond. "Do it," Erin said simply. Bob got a pained expression on his face but with a slight 
hesitation, he took the nipple in his mouth and started to suck. 
"Now here we have a good little girl", Erin said. "Just keep drinking, sweetheart, no sad faces, 
just keep drinking and there will be no problem." Bob continued sucking on the nipple, until 
its contents were completely drained.
"Good girl. Next: bedtime."
"Y..You aren't really going to go out with someone else are you?" Erin's excitement grew. She 
smiled. 
"Before I tuck you in, let's take a look at something." Bob stood up. "Oooops, small mistake! 
Not like that, darling, " Erin laughed, "On hands and knees, please."
Crawling, Bob followed Erin to the large mirror. She took her breasts in her hands and 
massaged them slowly but firmly.
"This body, husband of mine," she stated, "should never go without sex. It's simply built for 
it."
"Yes, but you are married to me," Bob said in despair. Erin continued the massage.
"Look how firm my breasts are. My body is like a Ferrari that you can't keep up with, darling. 
Come, I need you tucked in safely. You will sleep in the guestroom. If things work out all 
right, I will be racing a Porsche tonight."
Bob climbed into the bed under the sheets that Erin was holding up for him, and she pulled 
them up to his chin. While tucking in the sheets she saw tears started to form in her husband's 
eyes.  She had no desire to make him sad like that, she meant her husband no harm.
"You'll probably have to go during the night after drinking all that formula, but that's what 
diapers are for, aren't they?" She smiled. "Don't you worry Bobby," she said, "Things will 
work out just fine." For a while she stroke his hair. Slowly, his breath became more relaxed 
and deep. She kissed him on his cheek and winked.
"Wish me luck and don't get into mischief," she whispered, and left the room. 
She went to her bedroom, took off her brassiere and put on a pretty white blouse. This is not a 
time to be modest, she thought, looking in the mirror. She pulled her shoulders back, slowly 
inhaling a deep breath. She watched the fabric tighten. A Ferrari, she thought happily, in need 
of a serious challenge. She walked out of the house, humming in anticipation of what was to 
come. 
Being a married woman, she had always rejected the advances of men who had made 
themselves available to her. But now all these things were about to change. In a little while, 
now that her baby girl was safely tucked away, she would fuck the night away with another 
man, Bob only a door away. It made her nervous, yet part of her even wanted to make Bob 
watch. But that was a bit much, she thought. 

Early the next morning, Bob was fighting the urge to wet his diaper. He heard Erin's voice.
"Bobbie, come on in here, would you please darling? I want you to see the new family car."
Bob got out of bed and crawled into the bedroom. He saw that Erin was cuddled up in the 
arms of a beautiful man in his early twenties.
"Bobbie, this is Tom, a genuine Porsche. Tom, this is my husband Bob." Bob flushed red with 
embarrassment. Erin continued: 
"Now, my love, that diaper must need to be changed."
"No" said Bob firmly, "it's still dry.  I was hoping you'd let me use the bathroom." 
"No, princess, the only place I will let you get wet is in your diaper." She swiftly got out of 
bed and walked over to Bob. Not surprisingly, she had always felt comfortable in her nudity, 
and she walked around completely relaxed and without any shyness.

"Come on, hon, maybe I can help you," she said, as she knelt down on the rug next to him. 
She smiled: Bob couldn't help staring, of course. She realized how difficult it was for him to 
see her like that, with another man in her bed with whom she had been making love all night 
long - and not for the last time that day. Or that week. She gently stroked his cheek.
"Just relax and let yourself go," she whispered, "and everything will be allright." But when her 
patience failed to yield results, she turned to Tom and said:
"Tom, would you be so kind to turn on the water in the bathroom? That will probably do the 
trick." Tom got out of bed and walked into the attached bathroom. Bob noticed that Tom was 
very well built. Erin noticed his look. "I know!" she said.
Tom turned on the water, returned to stand next to Erin. By then, Bob's need was 
overpowering and he started to go in the diaper.  Erin knew immediately what was happening 
and she smiled - the trick always worked.
"See now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" asked Erin when Bob had finished.  "Now we can get 
down to bussiness, no pun intended." Erin retrieved her changing items from the corner of the 
room, told Bob to lie on his back on the changing pad and undid the diaper. Tom walked back 
to the bed and watched this whole exercise as a natural course of affairs. 
Erin got out a baby wipe to clean her husband up. Bob stared at his wife. 
"You are so beautiful," he just said. Erin smiled.
"Thank you darling. Tom said the same thing this morning," she said, as she put a clean diaper 
in place. " I feel very attractive." Then, she noticed that Tom looked at her longingly as well.
"I am wanted," she said. "Watch this!" She hurried into bed to join her boyfriend. Within 
seconds she had moved on top of Tom and a smooth and steady rhythm developed between 
the two new lovers. Erin turned to Bob.
"I wanted this so very much," she said. Tom's fingers pulled at her dark nipples and she 
grunted.  "So deep, so deep, so very deep!!" She grunted again. For a few moments Bob 
watched what others would have found intensely beautiful. Tom whispered something in 
Erin's ear.
"Now we want privacy again, please," Erin said. Bob crawled out of the room. "Shut the door 
behind you!", she added while Tom and she easily maintained the rhythm they had established 
hours earlier.

Unbeknownst to Bob, Erin had decided that Bob would not regain his role as a lover but was 
going to be like a companion. Eventually she wanted to meet a man she felt comfortable with 
as well as attracted to, and who would feel the same towards her. Then she would become his 
steady girlfriend. She wondered who that person would be. Until then, she would enjoy the 
affections of young Tom. There was a chance, of course, that Bob would not accept this and 
leave her. But her intuition told her that Bob would not. If anyone would ever file for divorce, 
it would be she. 
For several weeks, Erin kept her husband in diapers full time. She fed him a bottle of formula 
in the morning and later during the day he'd have to really let go - and then wait 
uncomfortably while he did his chores until Erin came home. Usually she'd make him give her 
a drink first, but after relaxing with that for a few minutes she'd change him. In the evenings, 
Erin would feed him bottles full of liquid food. 
He slept in the guest room permanently and Erin kept the door locked all night long, to prevent 
him from going to the bathroom. The first week, it took him twenty minutes before he could 
finally go. But after continued wetting in the diapers it became second nature and Bob would 
wake up without even realizing he had wet himself. Every morning, the first thing she did 
when she entered the guest room was to change his diaper. She was pleased to note an erection 
every time. Then they would have breakfast together. Erin would have her cereal and toast 
while holding Bob's bottle for him. Erin teased:
"Well, you really are becoming a baby-girl now, aren't you. But of course, one should not be 
surprised at mastery after so much practice." 

One day, Erin brought Bob in to have him pierced.  Bob thought she meant his ears, but when 
they went to the piercing studio, Bob realized that Erin and the store's owner, Pamela, had 
more intimate locations in mind. 
"Pants and undies down, please," instructed Pamela, as Bob stood nervously in front of the 
two beautiful women. He looked at Erin, and she nodded. Pamela inspected Bob closely with 
her hands and was undeterred by his erection.
"I like his balls," she said approvingly. "Good, solid balls." She kept them in her hand while 
she directed her questions to Erin.
"Is the idea to permanently chastise him? Or is it just something for decoration that you'd like? 
You see," she said, as she applied more pressure on Bob's testicles, "we could design 
something that causes this effect."
"That hurts!", Bob exclaimed. Pamela got up, still holding his testicles in a very firm grasp, 
her face inches from his:
"You shut the fuck up when ladies talk!" Erin noted that Bob's face went from very red to 
almost white. He managed to stay quiet, but couldn't stop himself from panting. Erin turned 
pale herself. 
"You are not hurting him, are you?" she asked, but Pamela smiled.
"Not at all, doll, just exploring options. I could make you a device that holds his balls in a tight 
grasp, just like I am doing now, ranging from annoying to excruciating, depending on your 
wishes."
But Erin decided against this.
"But I would like to have control in that respect, so that there's no chance of him doing 
anything without my permission. I want Bob's desire to build, without release. You see, I'm 
often out at nights, and I want Bob to remember that I am still his wife." Pamela suggested, 
while holding onto Bob, the insertion of a small ring through Bob's foreskin and another at the 
base of his scrotum. They discussed pro's and con's.  
"I like that," Erin decided.
While Pamela worked, Erin continued to think of how she had held Bob under her forceful 
control, and part of her wished that Pamela had continued. She liked the thought of  holding 
Bob under her forceful control.
"When you lovebirds come home," Pamela said to Erin, "you should experiment with the lock. 
Leave the lock on and make him erect. This should hurt him and prevent him from coming. 
This builds desire, like you requested. It helps keeping him sharp. Watch me." She turned to 
Bob and gently fondled his locked penis with in her soft hand. Immediately, it came to life but 
the lock kept it from growing fully erect. But Pamela continued the masturbation and the 
growing erection pulled at the skin. Once again, Bob turned pale.
"Look into my eyes, Bob. Does that hurt?" Bob nodded. "And would you like me to go on?" 
To Erin's surprise, he nodded fiercely. Pamela smiled and expertly continued. "Let yourself 
go, come in my hand." But soon it became apparent that the lock indeed prevented Bob from 
coming. Pamela kissed him on the cheek.
"Go get dressed, you are finished," she said. She turned to Erin, who was visibly aroused:
"You must find your own ways with this."
"I will, Pam, I will!"
One hour later, they arrived home and went inside. 
"Sit," Erin said, while she unbuttened her blouse.


*	*	*

Erin said:

"I feel as if you have spent enough time as a baby, it is now time for you to become a woman." 
She sat down with him and spoke at length. "One of the things I want you to learn, princess, is 
how to behave like a woman. When you sit in a dress, for instance, it's important to keep your 
knees together. So if you're in a chair, you want to sit up straight, knees and ankles together or 
else knees together and ankles crossed, and with your hands folded neatly in your lap.  Sit on 
this chair and show me.  That's it. Very nice.  OK, now if you're sitting on the floor you want 
your legs together and folder under your or to the side.  Give it a try."
All afternoon, Erin taught Bob about the practicalities of being a girl. She showed him how to 
sit, how to move. Of course, he did not master everything at once. But Erin was pleased with 
his progres nevertheless. 
"Excellent!  You know, it's almost as if you were born to be a girl Bobbie" Erin teased.  
Bobbie blushed at the comment. And at the end of the session, Erin said:
"You know what?  You are doing well and I want to reward you. Come over here, would you 
please, and stand in front of me. That's it. Now could you turn around and spread your legs 
and lean over for me? That's beautiful."
Bob had no idea why Erin was putting him in this position, but she had said it was going to be 
something he liked. The next thing Bobbie felt was Erin taking off his lock and pulling down 
his panties. 
"Now just relax, my darling. I have put some vaseline on my fingers. This may feel a little 
cold at first, but I will teach you to enjoy it."  Bob felt Erin's finger probing softly at the 
opening in his anus. Automatically, he tightened up, without even realizing what he was 
doing.  Gently, Erin rubbed the insides of his legs with her other hand.  
"Just relax, my baby," she whispered, "this won't hurt at all, I promise. Relax, let mommy 
please you." Bob's anus, however, remained tight. But Erin did not force her finger in, as she 
could have done with ease. problem. Instead, she patiently awaited the moment that Bob's 
body would indicate that it was ready to accept her finger. And indeed, as she had anticipated, 
eventually Bob relaxed. Erin felt his anus yield to the gentle pressure of her index finger, and 
very slowly, she slit it all the way inside him. 
"Gooood girl", she whispered, as she slowly worked her finger forward and back. Erin could 
see that Bobbie was enjoying the experience. She continued to work her fingers back and 
forth, very slowly abd very gently.  
"There now. It took a while, but doesn't that feel nice?"His face had started to flush, and his 
penis was as hard as it could get. Erin noticed that he tried to respond, he could not speak.
"Hmm... just what you needed," whispered Erin in his ear. She wrapped her other hand around 
his member through the panties, and pressed her chest against his narrow back. She was 
getting aroused herself. Part of her wanted to take her clothes off and make love to her 
husband, but she didn't - keeping the plan in mind that would bring her endless more pleasure 
in the long run. She continued to play and just enjoyed her own excitement.
A provocative thought came to her mind. Bob should also get his own boyfriend. The image of 
Bob being fucked by a muscular and beautiful man made her shiver with excitement. Being 
heterosexual, he would be in terror at first. But his longing for her might be strong enough to 
keep him aroused. As he was being fucked, she would take Bob's face between her breasts and 
insert a nipple into his mouth and nurse him. She would let him enjoy her nipple in his mouth 
along with all the new experiences, maybe masturbate him. It would be an intense but 
effective training course in becoming a sexual woman.
Everytime she felt Bob ready to come, Erin would slow down, tantalizing him.
"Mommy is fucking you, don't you know? Hmm?" Bob nodded with a beet-red face."I am a 
good teacher, ain't I, getting you where I want. Do you know that mommy is in great demand 
with the gentlemen? She wants you to be fucked, too," Erin whispered, while working Bob's 
anus and penis. "If little girls want to be big, they must be fucked, don't you think?" Bob 
nodded again. "I promise - you will be a big girl soon!"
Then, she ended things. She gave a final thrust and felt him release into the panties.
She took Bob's face between her soft hands and looked him in his eyes in earnest.

"We are going to have lots of fun together, you and I." She smiled at him, and Bob smiled 
back, allthough he did not know what she meant. What she meant was that Bob was going to 
be her little plaything. Already, he was learning to enjoy his new role.
"Now go get yourself cleaned up and you can start on your chores. Off you go."
She patted him on his rear and sent him on his way.


*	*	*

One night Erin had invited Amanda over. She instructed Bob to make tea and when the 
doorbell rang, she sent him to open it. 
"Hi Bob," Amanda said. "It looks like Erin has made some changes in your life." She walked 
into the living room where Erin was sitting. The two girlfriends chatted while Bobbie made 
them some tea. 
"So," inquired Amanda, "are things going as well as they look?"
"Even better," said Erin.  "Tom and I are doing beautiful things to each other. I feel so much 
better." Amanda beamed.
"Told ya!" 
After they finished tea, the two girlfriends prepared to leave. Erin said:
"Don't wait up for us.  We're going to be double dating tonight." Just then, Amanda reached 
into her purse.  
"Before we go, Erin, I have a little something for Bobbie"  Erin and Bob each looked over at 
the small object that Amanda now held in her hand.  
"What is it?" asked Bob anxiously.  
"It's a pacifier" said Amanda.  "See, this rubber band goes around your head, and this part goes 
in your mouth." 
"B...but, it's shaped like a, well, you know."
"Like a penis, don't be shy, sweetheart," said Erin as she took the pacifier from Amanda's 
hand and inserted it in her husband's mouth. "It's shaped just like a penis. What a wonderful 
little present, Amanda. Just the thing for a girl who wants to be big! Bobby, you haven't 
thanked Amanda yet." Bob tried to obey, but all that came out of his mouth was a muffled 
sound.  Amanda and Erin both laughed. 
"That's good enough", Erin said, and stroked his face. As they left, Amanda turned back to 
where Bob was still kneeling on the floor.  
"See, Bobbie, now you can have a little one while Erin gets a much bigger one. But maybe", 
she turned to her girlfriend, "your mommy will let you graduate to a bigger one!" Erin turned 
towards her girlfriend.
"Don't tease him like that', she said with a frown, but she couldn't help smiling. Funny 
Amanda should mention a penis, Erin thought. Different thoughts crossed her mind. A penis 
would give Bob pleasure in ways he could not yet imagine - yes, that would at first terrorize 
him. The penis of a boyfriend - strong, muscular, powerful, masculine, goodlooking. Only a 
matter of training. Then the two women were off. 

Late that evening, Erin returned home, feeling tired but satisfied. She was concerned, 
however, because Tom was making demands for more frequent visits. She had always been 
very clear that she be the person to take initiative, and that Tom was to wait only. But that was 
something she would deal with later, not now, when she felt tired.
Before going to her own room, she looked in on Bob, who was sleeping peacefully with the 
penis pacifier still firmly in place. Erin smiled at his sucking noises. She felt an urge to kiss 
him but didn't - not willing to wake him up. She thought of how well everything was working 
out. It felt good to have sex with real men. Yet she still loved Bob and wanted to keep him. 
Retraining his sexual behavior was coming along nicely. But what pleased her most was, that 
he was beginning to enjoy his new life - after all, she wanted her husband to be happy. Who 
could want more? 

She quietly left the room, locked the door again and went to her own room.


*	*	*

Indeed, Bob's complaining about his treatment had stopped, and instead he had become intent 
on really being as good and obedient as he could be. Partly, Erin knew, his eager obedience 
related to his desire to earn the favor of being penetrated. These reward treatments always 
involved some initial probing by Erin of his rear with her fingers, and later with the dildoes 
she had bought.
"OK," Erin would say with a smile towards the end of the day if Bob had been good, "get the 
vaseline." Bob would get as excited as a little puppy and fetch the dildo from Erin's dresser 
and then present himself on all fours with his rear raised. Erin would pull down his panties and 
work the dildo back and forth inside him and say sweet nothings until he was ready to 
explode.  A little rub or even just a couple of flicks with her fingers on his front were then 
enough to finish things. "Thank you mommy", he had started saying spontaneously. But it was 
not only the anticipation of the dildo and Erin's closeness that caused Bob's obedience. It 
appeared that he enjoyed being his wife's servant. 

She requested that he would refrain from any comments towards intimacy. He never 
approached her, which did not surprise her as she had been very persuasive.
She experimented with ways to arouse herself by playing with Bob's mind. When feeding him 
formula, she placed him in the position of a child being nursed in her arms, with his face 
against her chest, while he drank from his bottle. And indeed, she noticed that, when placed in 
this position, his eyes were riveted on her bosom and he became restless. It aroused her. 
Sometimes she would tease him further. Before a feeding, she would go into her quarters and 
remove her brassiere, and put her shirt or blouse back on. Seems only appropriate, she thought 
with a smile, being a nursing mommy. The thought of Bob's arousal caused the nipples to 
become hard. She would press one of them against his cheek and insert the bottle nipple into 
his mouth. Once, while Bob drank with his cheek against her chest, Erin commented that it 
was a shame she was not lactating, or she could really become his mommy. She laughed when 
she added, that based on the appearance of her breasts, no one would be surprised if they 
carried breast milk. 
"It's probably for the better this way," she said. "Drinking my milk might be too confusing. It 
is difficult enough as it is, isn't it?"
One thing that gave Erin pleasure was to have Bob by her side, making him watch her prepare, 
dress, do her things. Sometimes she would ask him to choose the brassiere she would wear, 
after which she would parade around, showing it off for her longing husband. She genuinely 
enjoyed wearing his selection. Sometimes she would ask him to adjust it in the back and on 
occasion she asked him to massage her shoulders when she was barechested. When this caused 
her nipples to harden she would say: "My nipples have not forgotten about you",  "They are 
saying hello!" or feign annoyance: "Bobby, bad boy, getting me all excited! Bring me the 
phone!" Then she would call Tom immediately. 
One time, during a feeding, he had put his hands on her breasts as if he had had permission. 
Erin's anger was so intense that she had picked him up, thrown him over her lap, pulled down 
his skirt and spanked him so hard that his buttocks became as red as his face. Bob had 
screamed so loudly that she put her bra in his mouth. She had stopped only when her hand had 
started to swell up.
Her strength had surprised her - she doubted that he would have been able to resist her, had he 
tried. But what suprised her even more was her own arousal during the beating. Along with 
her rage, passion had come. It was the same passion that she had had in the beauty parlour, 
when Pamela had broken Bob's will.

After the first incident, he had not approached her again. Erin was pleased, and yet 
disappointed. While she wanted obedience, she also longed for applying force. But somehow 
she could not bring herself to beat him when he was good.
Once she almost provoked a transgression - by sheer accidence. She had sat barechested in 
front of the vanity with Bob by her side. After massaging liberal amounts of baby oil on the 
soft skin of her breasts, Bob, of course paying very close attention, she had carefully wiped the 
oil off with a cloth. While powdering the breasts, she had gently taken them in her hands.
"It may sound funny, but what I like most about my body," she had said in earnest, with no 
intention to tease him, "is the complexion and perfect roundness of my aureola's. Dark, and so 
very pretty."
Bob had started to cry. Erin had been so startled that in a reflex she had taken his face against 
her chest and comforted him like in the old days. But she quickly regained composure. When 
his lips had instinctively searched for the nipple, she had guided his mouth away to the lower 
slope of the breast, making sure, however, that his eyes had not been more than inches from 
the nipple. She scratched it with a fingernail to keep it erect and felt the tension build in Bob. 
Go, sweetheart, she had thought, make a pass at mommy!  The thought of violence was almost 
orgasmic. But Bob had only trembled, without touching her any further. Patience, Erin, 
patience, she told herself. And patiently, she continued her regimen of verbal teasing and 
exposure of her body.

Erin fed Bob formula and made him crave her, with his face against her breasts, occasionally 
braless, and she and Tom fucked regularly, sometimes at Tom's, with Bob safely locked away, 
and sometimes in her own bedroom. 
She had decided, however, that she was not going to spend time with Tom anymore - 
satisfying as he was inside of her. He had become too demanding and he was too young 
anyway. Erin had met several men since then, and had been intimate with some. She had been 
very cautious in choosing them, but her decisions had been good ones - she had enjoyed all 
encounters. 
Erin's sleeping with other men had become a natural part of their new arrangement, and Bob's 
chores included helping her prepare for dates. Erin always made Bob greet her dates at the 
door, which helped quickly put the minds of new dates at ease regarding going out with a 
married woman. Bob was responsible for making sure that there was a supply of lotions 
available if Erin and her date should desire them as part of their intimate activities.  He would 
run her bath, lay out her clothes, brush her hair, do her nails, and help her dress. Bob felt 
ambivalent about these chores. They made him feel that he was contributing to his wife's 
pleasure, and he got to experience some of her sensuality. But eventually, of course, he would 
be locked in his room, after which Erin would end up in the arms of her date. The only other 
thing Bob experienced were sounds of love coming out of her bedroom.


*	*	*

Erin had a date with a man named Paul.
The plan for the evening was for Erin and Paul to stay in and watch a video and then for Paul 
to stay to make love together. As usual, Bob had a variety of chores to do to help prepare for 
date: such as handwashing the lingerie that Erin had selected. 
At about 8:00 pm, as he helped Erin with some last minute preparation to get herself ready for 
an evening of love, Bob heard the doorbell ring.  
"That should be Paul" said Erin excitedly.  "Would you be so sweet to let him in for me, 
darling?" 
Bob was always nervous about meeting his wife's date for the first time. Even though her dates 
had been told about Erin and Bob's situation, there was always that first moment that made 
him feel ashamed. He answered the door and showed Paul into the family room, then left to 
get him a drink. A moment later he was back with drink in hand.

"Thank you, Bob," said Paul. "Or is it Bobbie?  I think Amanda said something about calling 
you that now." Just then, they both turned around as they heard Erin enter the room. Both their 
jaws dropped open.
Erin looked phenomenal. She was wearing high heel sandals, exposing her delightfully 
pedicured and polished toes, sheer stockings, a short tight navy blue knee length skirt with a 
slit up one side that wen all the way to her waist, and a baby blue angora cardigan sweater that 
was buttoned only about half-way up and which did little to hide the fact that she was without 
a brassiere. And it was not any sagging of her breasts that gave away her secret, as they were 
as firm and high as if she was still sixteen.
Erin blushed when she noticed the two men staring at her.
"There are my two men standing in the hallway." she said awkwardly. 
She walked up to both men, gave Bob a peck on the cheek and then turned to Paul. They both 
looked at each other, then embraced in a big long hug. It was evident that they took an instant 
affection to one another. 
"I'm so glad you came," she whispered. 
"So am I," was Paul's muffled reply. 
They stood embraced for several moments. When Erin and Paul finally broke from their first 
hug, she said: "I see you've met my husband". 
"Yes. I heard that you never have sex with him anymore, only with other men. Is that correct?"
"Yes," said Erin. But I am not sleeping around, if that's what you mean. It's only until I find 
someone that I can commit to."
"But how about your husband?", Paul asked. 
"Bob and I do love each other, and he has chosen to be with me." The two of them sat together 
on the couch, holding hands and kissing. Erin then took Paul by the hand and they walked to 
her bedroom.
Bob's face was beet red. This was worse than it had been with any of Erin's other dates.  She 
was being much more amorous in front of him than she ever had been with Tom. It seemed 
that she was falling in love with Paul before his own eyes.
Hours later, the two lovers reemerged from Erins bedroom. After hugging goodbye to Paul, 
Erin returned, sat back on the couch, and called Bob.
"Whooo!" she exclaimed, "Sweet lord, what a gift. I mean, it's so intense! What did it look 
like to you, sweetheart? Did we seem like a good match?"
"It seemed very natural that you were together," Bob said, and he looked down. 
"Better then Tom?"
"Yes, Paul is much stronger."
"Tell me, he's a giant! You know, he may be the one," Erin said with a radiant smile. Finally, 
she noticed the look on Bob's face and realized that Bob was not quite the girl yet that she had 
in mind. "Come here", she said, "you can lay in my arms." Sensing his reluctance, she added: 
"Come now! You are still my husband." Bob hurried to crawl over to his wife and cuddled up 
in her arms.

Paul and Erin started to spend more time together. First, it was mostly intimate - either at the 
Johnsons, or at Paul's house. Later, they also went out on dates. Once, they went to the zoo 
and brought Bob with them. 


*	*	*

Erin had enjoyed physical strain of her beating of Bob. Somehow she had enjoyed the fatigue 
it had given her. She decided to join a health spa. She had never been a jock and hired a 
personal trainer. It pleased her that he was professional and that there was no flirtation. A 
happily married man, she thought, until she found out that the man was gay.

Allthough it was all new to her, her muscles responded well: after several weeks, she noticed 
getting stronger and she felt that she had more energy. The thought of gaining strength thrilled 
her. Allthough she loved Paul's physical dominance over her, she would enjoy having power 
to throw back at him and surprise him.


*	*	*

One night, as Erin and Paul were kissing on the couch before getting to work, Bob of course 
by their side, Erin asked Paul: 
"I want to show Bobby what a true man looks like, would that be all right Pauli?" Paul 
nodded, and Erin turned to Bob.
"Bobbie, come over here, princess. Undo Paul's pants and see what it is that mommy needs." 
Obediently, Bob knelt in front of Erin and Paul and reached up to undo Paul's pants. Erin then 
pulled Paul's penis out of his underwear. Bob was shocked at the difference in size, both its 
length and thickness.
"Well" said Erin to her husband.  "What do you think?"
"It ... it's much bigger" said Bob in almost a whisper. "And it is beautiful."
Erin was delighted. 'Beautiful', he had said. Training Bobby to love men might be easier than 
she had thought.
"And so good for giving pleasure, my baby." she said, and stroked his face. "Just what any girl 
dreams about, you will learn that soon. Now, before Paul and I get started, I want you to give 
it a little kiss and thank Paul for helping to take care of me." Bob looked shocked but of course 
did as he was told. He leaned forward to place his lips quickly where his wife had instructed. 
"Aren't you forgetting something?" asked Erin. 
"Th..thank you Paul -- for -- for sleeping with my wife," he said. 
"Why, you're very welcome" said Paul. "My pleasure in fact." 
Erin smiled warmly.
"You are so good," she said to Bob. And then to Paul:
"And you, thank you for making me the most satisfied woman on earth!"

She asked Bob one day: 
"Bobby?"
"Yes?"
"Yes, mommy."
"Yes, mommy?"
"Do you remember that morning when you met Tom, and how you got to see Tom and me 
fuck?"
"Of course."
"As I recall, you asked for weeks if you could masturbate." Bob blushed. "How did you feel 
when you thought of us fucking?" 
"It frightened me, but it gave me erections all the time. Why?"
"Just curious, that's all."
Erin was elated. It was the answer she had hoped for. She wanted Bob to watch het be intimate 
with Paul. She did not know why, but it excited her. She asked Paul, but he hesitated.
"Please, Pauli, please-please-please? I want him to see what is missing, want him to feel it!" 
Paul laughed, and finally agreed.


Not much after that, Bob woke up one night and heard noises. To his surprise, he noticed that 
the door was open. Erin must have forgotten to lock it, he thought, and got up to close it. 
Then he recognized the sounds and could not help walking towards them. It was Erin and Paul 
fucking, of course. The door of Erin's bedroom was open as well and Bob peeked inside. 
After watching Erin mount Tom, this was only the second time that Bob watched his wife in 
action. This time, she was on bottom. Bob could hear them whisper small comments. They 
giggled, and then, just as suddenly, their rhythm would increase and Paul would thrust into her 
forcefully. A few times, Erin whispered, as if in pain: "That's too much, my baby," and "you 
are hurting me so good, my darling." But after a climax, after a few minutes rest, she mounted 
Paul again, or Paul would enter Erin in a different position. Sometimes Paul would whisper 
sweet words in Erin's ear which made her shy, or she would insert a nipple into Paul's mouth 
and he would suckle a while and play would start that way.
For almost an hour, lovemaking continued, until the lovers got up to take a shower. Bob 
hurried back to his bedroom, not realizing that Erin and Paul had been aware of his presence 
all along. 


*	*	*

Sometimes, during the intimacy of nursing him, Erin would tell Bob about the intensity of her 
experiences. She now wore a bra while nursing and made sure she showed no cleavage. Once, 
being in a hurry, she approached Bob with his bottle of warm milk. When she noticed the look 
on his face she looked down and noticed a very generous cleavage. She buttoned up. 
"Those belong to Paul now", she said with a blush. 
Maybe it shouldn't have, but it did catch her by surprise when, one day, Bob put his hands on 
her breasts.
She slapped him in the face. Bob was stunned, and Erin slapped him again, causing him to cry. 
"I can't help it," he said.
"I know," she said, "it is a sign of poor training. Let's correct that mistake immediately, shall 
we?" She slapped him yet again, hard this time, and then yanked down his dress, ripped his 
shirt off his body so that Bob was naked in her arms. Her voice and mind were calm, but the 
contained rage made her wet. In an impulse, she took off her blouse and bra, exposing her 
upper body. Bob's eyes were on her chest immediately.
"This is what you want, isn't it?"
He just nodded. She walked towards him, picked him up and twisted and turned his body in 
different positions.
"Fight for it," she said.
For several minutes, Bob wrestled, but Erin threw him back over her lap to hit him again for 
minutes until her hand got sore, her perspiring skin rubbing against his, her crotch against his 
body, her muscles tight. 
After an hour, it was over. Erin was exhausted by the treatment she had given her husband. 
She got up, looked in the mirror and enjoyed the image of perspiration on the newly bulging 
muscles and feminine curves. She carried Bob, who was barely conscious, in her arms to his 
bedroom and put him in his bed. Then she called Paul.
"He grabbed my boobs and I beat him up."
"How was it?"
"It was beautiful. Please come."
Paul came and they fucked long and hard.
"I love you so much that it hurts," Erin said. "I want your baby."

For a week, Bob and Erin avoided each other. Finally, Erin could not bear the silence any 
more and offered peace.

"Shall I rub you again, sweetheart?" Bob tried to look angry, but Erin could tell that he was 
happy with the gesture. "Please let me rub you. I am so sorry. I can't stand it when you are 
distant." And then, Bob smiled reluctantly, and Erin embraced her husband. 
"I love you," she said.
"I miss you so much."
"I know."
She got the vaseline and when she came back, Bob was already naked.  She unlocked his penis 
and made him come twice. For a while longer, they cuddled. Then she bathed him, brought 
him to bed and masturbated him once more, her blouse unbuttoned as a special treat. Then she 
kissed him goodnight and locked the door.
She sat in the living room for a while longer, just thinking.


*	*	*

Her trainer at the spa wanted to talk to her.
"You are talented," he said. She blushed, and said:
"What do you mean."
"You have a talent for growing muscles. I could help you develop that talent."
"I don't know," Erin said.
"Just think about it."
After she had taken her shower, she left the spa and walked home, leisurely, thinking about all 
the beautiful opportunities that were presenting themselves. 




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