So I have this plastic fetish, or to be more precise, a fetish for plastic or PVC pants. For a long time I thought I was alone, but browsing the internet I found that a plastic fetish is not unusual, albeit often in combination with ABDL, scat or complete outifts, none of which I'm interested in. I'm into just plastic pants (no pun intended). After dabbling with a nephew's diaper covers as an adolescent discovering sex, the interest faded only to be re-discovered again well into middle age. Since then I've had many pairs to be enjoyed solo or with my wife. However, with use, the plastic becomes harder and thus less enjoyable, so every so often I treat myself to a new pair, to be broken in during a long solo session, culminating to a very predicable end. Just the anticipation of a new, fresh pair arriving gets me excited.
Having just ordered a new pair, brief-style in black translucent PVC I find myself in that agitated state where I repeatedly check the track-and-trace to see how close to delivering it is. Finally I see the delivery van stop and a guy step out with a small package. I hear the letterbox in the hall make a noise, the indication that it is now delivered. I intercept the discreet package and put in a drawer of the side table in the hallway, before my wife checks out the letterbox.
Although my wife plays with me in plastic, she's nowhere near into the fetish as I am. I want to savour and enjoy the arrival of the fresh pants in private, I can't wait for my wife to be away for a few hours. I know one of her friends will be picking her up for a girl's night out later, so I abide the time doing other things to unsuccessfully distract my mind from what's coming until she'll have left.
Finally that moment is here: Lucy is here and they're both ready to go. Trying to hide a big hard-on in my trousers, I give my wife a loving but casual peck on the cheek and wish them a lot of fun. The front door shuts behind them. I'm finally alone and the moment has arrived.
I fetch the package from its temporary hiding place and with hands slightly trembling carefully open it. I unpack, unfold the semi-translucent black briefs and lay them flat out on the table and just look at them. The strong smell of PVC emanating from the pants is intoxicating. Size wise they're not that much different from my normal underwear, but unlike the cotton, the PVC it is not really stretchy so there is more material around the elastic waistband and leg openings. Together with the shiny finish a switch is flicked inside my head that gets me into horny overdrive. I can't wait to put them on.