THE RECREATION OF BOBBY JOHNSON - part I

Based on the story 'Making the perfect husband' by another author.

By Jennifer Lastig

Like most such evenings, romance had ended prematurely.

As they had been dancing slowly, and just 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", said Erin Johnson.

"I'm really sorry," Bob whispered. "You're so sexy that I can't control myself. I'll do better next time, I promise."

"I'm not quite sure if I can believe you, darling", said Erin in her soft voice. "I have heard you say that before. Maybe it's time for a new approach."

"I can't help it, sweetheart. You know how sexy you are." Erin nodded pensively.

"I do know, yes, but I do not want to be punished for it. I want to be rewarded. I hate to say this, but do you know what you remind me of, Bob? A baby. And when babies wet themselves, what do we do?"

"Diaper them?" asked Bob.

"That's correct, darling, we diaper them. And that's what we are going to do. We're going to go 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."

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." She added with a smile:

"There is just too much to do tonight."

* * *

Meekly, Bob followed his wife to the car, and sat in the passenger seat with his head down, to a nearby pharmacy. "I think Amanda will be working tonight." Amanda was Erin's best friend. She was a pharmacist and was also the owner of the store. She would fill in whenever her assistance was needed.

Erin started to walk to the store, but then noticed that Bob wasn't moving from his seat. She held out her hand and said:

"Please come with me." Bob looked up at the wife he adored and quickly scrambled from the car to accompany her into 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.

"Well, Bob," Amanda said with a smile, as she rang up the diapers. "I see that Erin is following one of my suggestions."

"Well, I had to try something" said Erin with a laugh. "Luckily I ordered those other items a few weeks ago, so I've got some adult size rubber pants waiting for him at home, some other lovely items that we will all enjoy. Plus a nice pacifier."

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."

Amanda put the diapers in a large plastic bag.

"So," she said, "Plan B then? I get off work at 10, and Jimmy's coming by my house at 10:30. I told you about his brother Tom. When he heard that you might be available again soon, he basically started drooling. I told him I could not promise anything, but that I would give him a call if you were coming. Tom is not like baby-boy here. I have spent some time with him and I can tell you that he can make you a happy woman." Erin beamed.

"Call him!", she said, as she took Bobby by the hand. "Definitely call him. I'll be over as soon as I put this little one to bed." She turned to Bob. "What are we standing here for! Let's rush, sweetheart, go-go-go!"

Bob was very quiet as they walked hand in hand, back to the car. He made sure he opened the door for his wife, then got in on the passenger side.

"Amanda knows about me, then?" he said.

"Yes, she does," replied his wife, but she did not elaborate.

Bob did not yet fully believe what was happening to him. His wife had bought diapers and an outfit of baby girl clothes for him, and she was also planning to go out with another man. Maybe this was all just a threat, or even a joke. 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 know I would do anything for you. But you aren't really going to make me wear diapers are you? This is silly. All you have to do is tell me what you want and how you want me to behave better and I will."

"Oh sweetheart" she said, "Just look: I can still see a spot of wetness on your pants. That is such a babyish thing to do. Isn't it? Well?" Erin leaned over and took Bob's face in her hands, making him look in her eyes. "Isn't it? So yes, I'm going to put you in diapers. And," continued Erin, "if you will do anything I want, let's deal with this problem my way. So let's not have any more foolishness. Get those clothes off." Slowly, he removed his socks, shirt and pants. Erin could see the mess he'd made in his underwear, and when Bob saw her staring at the wet spot his face grew red.

"Now doesn't it feel better to get those messy underpants off?" Bob didn't say a word. Erin told him to go to their bedroom and return with a large plastic bag from her closet, containing the items she had purchased during the past few weeks. When Bob returned with the bag, Erin reached inside and pulled out a large changing pad. Placing it on the rug, she motioned for Bob to lie on it with his face up.

"Now," she said, as she got out a container of baby wipes to clean him up, "about this 'baby boy'stuf - I was thinking more of a baby girl. I figured that we may as well get some fun out of it. Girls are dressed as girls, and that is how I will dress you." She told him to lift his legs so she could slide a diaper beneath his rear. In a moment she had it velcroed in place. 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." Looking up at his wife, Bob asked:

"Y..You aren't really going to go out with someone else are you? Please tell me that you were just kidding." Erin smiled and said:

"Crawl over here, darling, let's take a look at something." Bob started to stand up and move towards his wife.

"Oooops, small mistake! Not like that, darling, " Erin said with a laugh, "On hands and knees, please." Crawling, Bob followed Erin to the large mirror. She noticed that he looked to the floor and bent over to lift his face, so that they were both looking at the image in the mirror.

"Now... " she said, as she cupped her breasts with her hands, "Look at this body. Is that a body that should go without sex? I mean, it's built for it, isn't it?" Bob did not answer. "Answer me. Isn't it?" Bob nodded and said: "Yes, but that's why you are married to me." But Erin frowned.

"Amanda keeps telling me about men who ask about me, and here I am, waiting for something that never happens! I must enjoy my sexuality whenever my body tells me it's the right time. That time is now, but you are just not the right man. That's not too difficult to understand, is it? Now come with me," she said, without waiting for a response. She walked to the couch, gesturing Bob to follow her. She sat down and indicated that Bob should kneel in front of her, between her legs. She pressed her legs against both sides of Bob's chest so that his hands rested on her thighs. Bob saw that Erin pulled a baby bottle from the bag and was holding it towards him.

"It's time for your very first feeding, my princess. That's what you will be: my little princess." With only a slight hesitation, Bob did what was expected. He leaned forward and took the bottle's nipple between his lips. Erin put her other hand around his neck for support. Bob started to suck, and after a while he started taking in the the baby formula in a steady rhythm.

"Now here we have a good little girl", Erin said. "That makes mommy happy. The way you respond makes me think that we will both get enjoyment out of this. Now as soon as you finish that up, it will be time for you to go to bed. I will be leaving shortly and I need you tucked away safely. If things work out all right, Tom will spend the night here, we'll have to see. But just to be on the safe side, you'll be sleeping in the guestroom." Bob got a pained expression on his face as he heard his wife's comment, but she wouldn't hear of it.

"Keep drinking, sweetheart, no sad faces, just keep drinking until all is gone." Bob continued sucking on the nipple, until its contents were completely drained.

"Good girl. Now, let's get you into bed. Follow mommy and she will get you tucked in. Be sure you don't get out of bed and get into any mischief. You'll probably have to go during the night after drinking all that formula, but... ", Erin looked over her shoulder and flashed Bob her smile, "...that's what diapers are for, aren't they?"

Bob followed Erin to the guestroom and noticed the characteristic undulation of her hips above him. He 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 loved her husband, and meant him no harm.

"Don't you worry Bob," she said, "Things will work out just fine between you and me, trust me." For a while she stood next to Bob's bed, stroking his hair and comforting him. Bob stared at his wife with wide eyes, and then, slowly, his breath became more relaxed and deep. She kissed him on his cheek and winked.

"Wish me luck", she whispered, and left the room. She went to her bedroom, took off her brassiere, put on a pretty white blouse and walked out of the house to drive to Amanda's. Erin felt she had left Bob in good order and she merrily hummed in anticipation of what was to come.

There had always been lots of men who, despite her marriage, had made themselves available to Erin in the past. Being a married woman, she had kindly rejected their offer. But now all these things were about to change. In a little while, now that her newly acquired baby girl was safely tucked away, she might spend the night with a well-endowed young man. She thought of fucking the night away, Bob being only a door away and thinking about her, and felt a tingling in her chest. She realized that she had been waiting for this night for quite some time. Part of her even wanted to make Bob watch. But that was a bit much, she thought.

* * *

Early the next morning, Bob was uncomfortable, because he was fighting the urge to wet his diaper, but was desperate not to. Maybe, he thought, Erin would relent and let him use the bathroom like an adult if he did everything else she asked of him. He heard Erin's voice.

"Bobbie, come on in here, would you please darling? I have someone I want you to meet."

Bob got out of bed and started to crawl into his wife's bedroom. As he crawled into the bedroom, he saw that Erin was being held by a handsome man in his early twenties. He noticed that she was cuddled up in his arms. With them it had always been Bob who had snuggled in Erins arms, with his face against her bosom.

"Bobbie darling," Erin said with a smile as she saw him enter the room. "This is Tom. 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. Bob couldn't help staring at her body. She smiled - she felt Bob's longing, and 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. And not the last time that week either, for that matter. She gently stroked his cheek.

"Just relax and let yourself go," she whispered, so that Tom would not hear it. "Just let it happen 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. 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. From the look of shame on his face, and the increasing sag in the diaper, Erin knew immediately what was happening. She smiled - young or old, 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, pulled up his baby dress, pulled down the pink rubber pants, and undid the diaper. Tom walked back to the bed and watched this whole exercise. He seemed to take it 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," she said, as she put a clean diaper in place. "I feel beautiful."

She then turned to Tom and noticed that he, too, looked at her longingly. It made her body tingle inside and she smiled girlishly. Bob watched his wife hurry into the bed to join her boyfriend again. Within seconds Erin had moved on top of Tom and a steady rhythm developed between the two new lovers. Erin turned her head and looked at Bob.

"Could we have some privacy again, please?", she said. "Get yourself a snack and go back to bed." Bob crawled out of the room.

"And shut the door behind you!", Erin added while maintaining her rhythm.

* * *

Unbeknownst to Bob, Erin had decided that he might not regain his role as a lover. Instead, she was going to be with different lovers, until she would meet someone 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.

Bob, meanwhile, was going to be trained to become more like a daughter to Erin, and that training was going to start by first being her baby girl. 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 now slept in the guest room permanently and Erin kept the door locked all night long, to prevent him from going to the bathrom. 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 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 pulling down his panties and whispered in his ear:.

"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. Erin did not force her finger in, as she could have done without a problem. Instead, she continued to stroke Bob's thighs and whisper sweet words in his ear. Patiently, she 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. "Mommy is fucking you, don't you know? Hmm?" Bob nodded with a beet-red face. "Mommy is a good teacher, isn't she? Does princess know that mommy is in great demand with the gentlemen? That's because she knows so well how to fuck and she wants her little girl to be fucked, too." Erin wrapped her other hand around his member through the panties, and pressed her chest against his narrow back. She noticed that 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 the game she had started and just enjoyed her own excitement, wondering where it would lead her. Bobbie began to thrust back and forth, simultaneously rubbing against Erin's hand in front and moving her fingers back and forth in his rear.

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, while Bob screamed in confused terror, 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, even when terrified of what was about to happen. As his boyfriend-to-be behind him would insert his penis inside of Bob, she would take off her blouse and brassiere, whisper in his ears about the roundness of her breasts, slowly bringing them closer to his face and make him look at them. When his terror would increase again, as he was actually being fucked, she would take Bob's face between her breasts and make him talk about his desire for her. She might even insert a nipple into his mouth and nurse him. And while he was being fucked, she would whisper sweet words into his ear, coax him, help him relax, let him enjoy the old thrill of her nipple in his mouth and the new experiences. She might masturbate Bob until he would come. Then, as quickly as she could, she would take Bob in her arms with his face between her breasts and cuddle 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. Bob first responded by moving his hips back and forth, but Erin put a stop to that immediately.

"No pleading, Bob, be grateful for what you receive. Later, you will learn to fuck for real... and mommy is going to help you! My sweetheart," Erin whispered, while working Bob's anus and penis, "mommy's fucking you because you were so good all day... little girls like you need to be fucked, don't you think?" To Erin's delight, Bob nodded again, unable to speak. "And you know why little girls like you need to be fucked? Hmm? Do you? Because it feels good to have a penis inside of you. And that is one of the things that Bobby needs to learn to enjoy if she wants to be a big girl. Yes, Bobby needs to learn how to be fucked."

Then, she ended things. She gave a final thrust and felt him release into the panties.

"Such a good little girl you are" she said again. 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 uncertainly. He had no idea what she was referring to, Erin thought but that would become clear in time. What she meant was that she was going to have much fun with her husband. Already, he was learning to enjoy some of it.

"Now go get yourself cleaned up, put on a clean pair of panties, and you can start on your chores." She patted him on his rear and sent him on his way.

* * *

One night Erin had invited Amanda over. She instructed Bob to make some tea and bake some cookies, and then when the doorbell rang, she sent him crawling over to open it. Amanda almost didn't see him at first, but then noticed him on hands and knees at her feet.

"Hi Bob," she 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 fetched them some tea.

"So," inquired Amanda, "are things going as well as they look?"

"Even better," said Erin. "I've spend time with Tom a few times this week already. I feel so much better." Amanda beamed.

"That's Tom for you!" After they had finished their 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.

"Wh ..what is it?" asked Bob anxiously.

"It's a pacifier" said Amanda. "See, this elastic goes around your head, and this part goes in your mouth."

"B...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 short little penis. What a wonderful little present, Amanda. Just the thing for a little 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 in you mouth while Erin gets a much bigger one inside of her. But maybe", and here 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. Different thoughts crossed Erin's mind. Another penis for Bob. A penis that would give him pleasure in ways he could not yet imagine - yes, that would at first terrorize him. A penis of a boyfriend - strong, muscular, powerful, masculine, goodlooking. Funny Amanda should mention the penis, Erin thought. She would ask her for suggestions.

Then the two women were off.

Late that evening, Erin returned home, feeling tired but also very satisfied after another evening with Tom inside of her. 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 any 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 on the cheek but she didn't - not wiling to wake him up. She thought to herself 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. He was soon going to be perfect, she thought to herself - submissive and feminized. Also, 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.

* * *

After some time, Erin was beginning to notice a transition in Bob's attitude. His complaining about her treatment of him 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 small dildoes she had bought.

"OK," Erin would say with a smile towards the end of the day if Bob had been obedient, "get the vaseline." Bob would get as excited as a little puppy when he heard this, and at Erin's command he would fetch the dildo from Erin's dresser and then present himself on all fours with his rear raised for insertion. Erin would pull down his panties in back, 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 had requested that he would refrain from any comments towards intimacy between them. He had never approached her, which did not surprise her as she had been very persuasive. Somehow, his wilfull obedience did not satisfy her. She began to experiment with ways to arouse herself through Bob, without any physical involvement. 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 how much slower he drank when placed in this position. His eyes were always riveted on her bosom. It made her smile, and it also 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 sometimes 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 their size no one would be surprised if they really did carry breast milk.

"It's probably for the better this way," she said. "Drinking my milk might be too confusing for my little princess. It is difficult enough as it is, isn't it?"

One day, Erin brought Bob in to have him pierced. Bob thought she meant that his ears were going to be pierced, but when they went to the piercing studio, Bob realized that Erin and the store's owner, Pamela, had more intimate locations in mind.

"Pull down your pants, please," instructed Pamela, as Bob stood nervously in front of the two beautiful women. He looked at Erin, and she nodded. After Bob had taken his pants down,

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 and screamed at him, her face only inches from his, still holding his testicles in a very firm grasp:

"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, 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.

"No, not a permanent chastity I don't think. But I would like to have control in that respect, so that there's no chance of him doing anything without my permission. You see, I'm often out at nights, and I don't want Bob to take advantage of the situation." Pamela suggested, while holding onto Bob, insertion of a small ring through Bob's foreskin and another at the base of his scrotum, and discussed pro's and con's.

"I like that," decided Erin.

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.

Two hours later, Erin and Bob were back home and Erin experimented with the lock a bit. Both she and Bob walked around the house naked and Erin noticed that it had precisely the effect Pamela had promised: with the lock, nothing would happen. But once Erin took it off, Bob's penis, in the presence of her nudity, would come to life immediately.

One of Erin's procedures that brought her pleasure was to have Bob by her side, making him watch her prepare, dress, move, do her things. She enjoyed feeling his eyes on her. Sometimes she would allow him to choose the brassiere she would wear, which she genuinely enjoyed wearing. Or she would ask him to adjust it in the back, after which she would parade around in the bra, showing it off for her longing husband.

On occasion she would even ask him to massage her shoulders when she was barechested. This always caused her nipples to harden. "My nipples have not forgotten about you", she would say, "They are saying hello!" or she would feign annoyance: "Bobby, bad boy - getting me all excited! Now you are forcing me to call Tom!", which indeed she would do sometimes.

One time, he made an awkward overture. When she had been feeding Bob, he had put his hands on her breasts and had started to caress them, as if he had had permission. She had felt an intense anger - so intense, that she had picked him up, thrown him over her lap, taken down his skirt and had spanked him so hard that his buttocks became as red as his face. Despite her request to stop, Bob had screamed so loudly that she put her bra in his mouth and then continued the beating. She had stopped only when her hand had started to swell up. She had been surprised at the strength that she had been able to exert. She doubted that he would have been able to resist her, had he tried. But she had been even more surprised to notice her own arousal when using physical violence. It was the same feeling as she had had in the beauty parlour, when Pamela had applied force on Bob's balls.

After the first incident, he had not approached her again. Erin was pleased, but also disappointed, as the thrill of violence against him had been intense. Her passion had been in the rage she had felt, she had thought, and in being able to act on that rage without holding back. When Bob was good she could never bring herself to spank him or use force otherwise, even if she had wanted to. She wanted his full obedience, but at the same time, she wanted him to disobey her - at which point she could use force on him again.

Once she almost provoked a transgression - by sheer accidence. She had sat barechested in front of the vanity, with Bob sitting by her side. After she had gently massaged liberal amounts of baby oil in the soft skin of her breasts, 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 complete earnest, without any intention to tease him, "is the complexion and perfect roundness of my aureola's."

Bob had started to tremble, and then to cry. Even though this was what she wanted, Erin had been so startled that in a reflex she had taken his face against her chest and had started comforting him. O my sweet princess, she had said. But she had quickly regained her composure. When his lips had instinctively searched for the nipple, she had gently 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 stroked it with a fingertip to keep it erect. So close you are, she had whispered, and had felt the tension build up in Bob. Come on, sweetheart, she had thought, make a pass at me, come on, make mommy happy! The almost brutal violence she had in mind would be orgasmic. But Bob had only trembled, without touching her any further. Patience, Erin, patience, she told herself, it's only a matter of time.

And patiently, she continued her regimen of verbal teasing and careful exposure of her body.

* * *

Erin fed Bob formula and made him crave her, with his face against her breasts, occasionally braless, as a special treat, and she and Tom fucked on tuesdays and thursdays. 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 he would be asked, of course, to go to his room, after which Erin would end up in the arms of her date. The only thing Bob experienced were the sounds of love coming out of her bedroom.

* * *

For the evening ahead, Erin had a date with a man who had come highly recommended. Amanda had told the man in question, Paul, that Erin was married but that he didn't have to be worried about Erin's husband -- that in fact, Erin only had sex outside of marriage but not with her husband.

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 lve together. As usual, Bob had a variety of chores to do to help prepare for date: making some hors d'oeurves, ensuring that the clothes that Erin would be wearing were all nicely cleaned and ironed, handwashing the lingerie that Erin had selected for the evening and for sleeping; shining Erin's shoes and staightening up the house. Then, in the early evening, he ran Erin's bath for her, and when she was done he was called on to dry her hair and brush it, help her dress, help her with her makeup, and so on. Then, at about 8:00 pm, as he helped Erin with some last minute preparation to get herself ready for an evening of making 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 moment of shock on first seeing Bob that made him feel ashamed. He answered the door, keeping his eyes down and bowing politely the way Erin had taught him. He 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. So tell me Bobbie, where is your lovely wife? Amanda said she's very sexy." 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 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 and smiled girlishly when she noticed the two men staring at her.

"There are my two men standing in the hallway." she said awkwardly, and smiled again. 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 to Bob 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 right?"

"It's true" 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 have come to an understanding. We do love each other, but that's all." She then took Paul by the hand and the two of them sat together on the couch. They held hands and kissed, and slowly started making out.

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 over to sit on the floor in front of her, with his hands together on his lap.

"Whooo!" she exclaimed, "Sweet lord, what a gift." She still panted from exhaustion. "I'm not sure if I can stand him inside of me often," she said with a broad smile. "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 about it! He's a giant!You know, he may be the one," Erin said with a radiant smile on her face. "He just might be it."

Finally, Erin noticed the look on Bob's face and realized that Bob was not quite the girl yet that she had in mind, and that these were not things that he cared to hear.

"Come here", Erin said, "you can lay in my arms now." Sensing his reluctance, she added: "Hurry up! You are still my husband." Bob then 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 the physical strain on her muscles during her beating of Bob. Somehow she had enjoyed the fatigue it had given her. She decided to join a health spa, allthough she had never been a jock. After some visits on her own, she realized that she did not know what to do and decided to hire a personal trainer. It pleased her that he was professional and that there was no flirtation. A happily married man, she thought.

Indeed, the strain of exercising felt delightful to Erin. And allthough it was all new to her, she noticed that her muscles responded well: after several weeks, she was getting stronger and she felt that she had more energy. The thought of growing stronger 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 petting on the couch, Erin asked Paul:

"I would like to show Bob what a real man looks like, would that be all right Pauli?" Paul nodded, and Erin turned to Bob.

"Bobbie, come over here, would you please, and undo Paul's pants. I want you to 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 pants. Even Erin was shocked at the difference in size, both its length and thickness, between Bob and Paul. Paul smiled as he saw the expression on Bob's face.

"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."

Even though the boyfriend-project was only in the back of her mind, Erin was delighted with the words that Bob had chosen: 'beautiful', he had said. Training Bobby to love men might be easier than she had thought.

"And so good for giving pleasure, my baby." said Erin, and she stroke his face. It turned red, as always. She winked, and said:

"Just what any girl dreams about. 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."

"Wh .. what do you mean? Kiss it? Do you mean that?" asked Bob with a tone of astonishment.

"Just a little peck darling, that's all I am asking." Bob looked up at his wife and saw her look of determination. As always, he did as he was told, leaning forward to place his lips quickly where his wife had instructed while his armes rested on Paul's thighs.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" asked Erin. Bob turned redder.

"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:

"Thank you for making me the most satisfied woman on earth!"

* * *

Erin had decided to have him watch her be intimate with Paul one night. She did not know why, but somehow it seemed like a good idea. After she had discussed the idea with Paul, she asked Bob one day:

"Bobby?"

"Yes?"

"Yes, mommy."

"Yes, mommy?"

"Do you remember that morning that you met Tom, and how you got to see Tom and me fuck that morning?"

"Of course."

"As I recall, you asked for weeks after that 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. And later that week, as she and Paul were sitting in the living room, she said to Bob:

"Princess, I think Paul and I are going to do it right here in the family room, and I think it would be good for all of us if you were here to watch this time. Could you please get us a glass of wine from the kitchen first, darling?" But when Bob returned from the kitchen a few minutes later, before entering the family room, the sounds of Erin and Paul's lovemaking told him that they had not waited for him. Not sure what to do or where to stand, he awkwardly sat in a corner away from the lovebirds, who were then focused solely on each other on the couch.

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 saw only her hands move over Paul's muscular back. Neither one payed any attention to Bob. Sometimes Bob could hear them whisper small comments. Sometimes 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, my darling." But after each 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 her nipple into Paul's mouth and let him suckle a while, which caused his erection to grow harder, and play would start that way.

All that time Bob sat quietly in the chair, watching but not speaking, with his hands neatly folded in his lap. For almost three hours, their lovemaking continued, until both lovers got up, took a shower together, got dressed and kissed goodbye.

* * *

Erin still nursed Bob while holding him in her arms, but she now wore a bra and she always made sure she showed no cleavage. Once, she had been in a hurry, and as she approached Bob with his bottle of warm milk, she noticed the look in his face. She looked down and when she saw two generous curves above the white blouse, 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 underneath her blouse 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, princess," she said, "it is a sign of poor training on my part. 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 she had been waiting for sent chills down her spine. In an impulse, she took off her blouse and bra, exposing her upper body. Suddenly, Bob was over her lap and Erin beat him and felt a fisrt orgasm coming. She wrestled with him and told him that he should put up a fight, and for several minutes, Bob wrestled, but Erin picked him up, threw him back over her lap to hit him again for minutes until her hand got sore. She twisted and turned his body in different positions, her perspiring skin rubbing against his, her crotch against his body, her muscles tight, allthough she fully understood his desire for her.

After an hour, it was over. Erin had had two more orgasms, and was exhausted by the treatment she had given her husband. She got up, looked in the mirror at the shiny film of perspiration on her entire body and liked the image. She carried Bob, who was barely conscious, to his bedroom and put him in his bed. Then she went to her own bed where she fell asleep right away.

But the next day, when she woke up, the events upset her.

Bob and Erin avoided each other for a week, only politely acknowledging 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, but you will always be my husband."

She got the vaseline and when she came back, Bob was already naked. She made him come twice and for a while longer, she cuddled with him.

"You see," she said, "I love you more than I love Paul. But he does things to me that no one else does." Then she bathed him, brought him to bed and masturbated him once more, braless and 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.

* * *

One day, 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, that's all I ask."

After she had taken her shower, she left the spa and walked home, leisurely, thinking about all the opportunities that were presenting themselves.