Yes, yes.

"What...what's this," Eric asked, seeing the lingerie laid out on the bed.

"Your undergarments for the day," his wife, Allison, said, looking at him like he just asked what color the sky was. 

"But...but that's...that's lingerie," he stammered.

"What were you planning on wearing?" she asked him.

"I,..I don't know, boxer, I guess," Eric answered.

"You're not wearing boxers under a maid's uniform, what's wrong with you?" she answered with a cross tone.

Eric looked at her, understanding washing over him. "Allie...I...I'm wearing a uniform?"

"It's Saturday, isn't it?" she asked. "Of course you're wearing a uniform."

"But you...I thought...Jen's not coming over for lunch."

"Yes. My goodness, did you wake up in the middle of a sleep cycle?"

Jen was one of Allie's friends from work. Eric knew Jen didn't like him, she'd made that clear a number of times, made clear she thought Allie was too good for him, too pretty for him. He knew Jen was constantly pushing Allie to find out what she though about good looking guys at the office, at the gym. "But...but Jen..."

Allie smiled. "You keep expressing how annoying she is, how you don't like her saying she doesn't know what I see in you. I think it's time she understood."

Just before noon, Eric stood in the kitchen, his heart racing. Hearing two sets of heels approaching, he lifted the hem of his skirt, put on this best smile, and waited.

"Allie, what the fuck," Jen burst out the second she walked into the kitchen and saw her best friend's husband standing there.

"Erica is serving lunch today, Jen, can she get you a drink?"

"Well fuck me, Allie," Jen burst out laughing, "is this for real?"

Allie looked at her husband then at her friend, nodded. "You're always telling me you don't know what I see in Eric, that I could get a much better man. That's the point, Jen, this is what I see, not Eric, but Erica."

"Allie, how the hell do you get excited for that?" Jen demanded.

"Always sex with you," Allie laughed.

"Well duh," Jen said.

Allie smiled. "We don't do that, Jen, that's how."

"You don't have sex?" Jen asked suspiciously.

"Not like that, Jen," Allie said. "It's been, what? How long?" 

She looked at Erica who realized she wanted an answer. He swallowed. "It...it's been...more two years," he said, face red.

"You haven't had sex in two years?" Jen burst out. "Allie!"

"We have sex, Jen, stop...to be honest, she's quite the feminine lover. We just haven't had that kind of sex. She's not allowed to do any boy things with it."

Jen looked at Allie with a look of disbelief. "Man or...this...I find that hard to believe."

"Believe me...Erica," Allie turned to her husband, "when was your last erection?"

Eric looked down. "December 31, 2022," he said.

Jen laughed. "Allie, boys get erect just thinking about women, I doubt it's been over two years. I bet there was jerking off this morning."

Allie smiled at her friend. "I can guarantee you that didn't happen. First, that's not permitted. Second, I know for a fact there have been no erections since then."

"How are you supposed to know that?" Jen asked, eyes narrow.

"Erica," Allie said, "lift your skirt."

"M...Ma'am...please." Erica begged.

"Now," Allie glared at him.

Eric reached down, face even redder, lifted the hem of his skirt, exposing his sheer panties. Having seen it in the mirror this morning, he knew the small, pink chastity cage was quite visable.

"Holy shit, Allie!" Jen yelped, "is that...is that a..."

"A chastity cage. And yes. And that's why I can guarantee there have been no erections, masturbation, sex, or orgasms for over two years."

"My god, Allie, don't you miss it?"

Allie snorted. "Cock, yes, that," she pointed, "no. Which is why I wanted you to come over for lunch. So you can understand why I'm finally saying yes."

"Yes?" Jen asked, a sudden smile on her face. "Like yes, yes?"

"Like yes, yes," Allie said, "like yes, you can set me up with a man."