Nick swatted and rubbed Stacy's butt, occasionally alternating between cheeks, or giving one side a couple repetitive swats in a row before moving to the other side while Stacy bobbed on his cock like a woman possessed.
"Fuck I'm gonna blow!" Nick growled, lifting his hips to meet her mouth.
Nick's eyes fluttered and his legs spasmed as he shot his hot seed into Stacy's mouth. While Stacy had never been against blowjobs, they'd previously been something she did with enough excitement to get Nick off. This one was another level, as she used her hands and tongue to milk the last drops of Nick's cum from his body. With his cock slowly becoming flaccid, Stacy turned herself to face him, laying her right arm across Nick's lap and resting her head in her hand. Keeping his cock in her left hand, slowly working the underside with her thumb, Stacy looked up at Nick triumphantly.
"Where did Shawn want to meet us on Saturday?" She asked matter of factly.
"Uh, I think, um," Nick stammered in reaction to her boldness, "there's a bar, but he also said there's a private kind of place we could go after."
"Private?" Stacy asked. "What kinda private?"
"He sent me a link to a private page," Nick replied as he fumbled with his phone, "it seems kind of wild."
Nick held up the page, which showed a picture of a woman with piercing green eyes wearing a black latex hood with red trim around the eyeholes. Grabbing the phone, Stacy quickly scrolled through several posts, then sent herself an invitation to the page before handing Nick back his phone.
"We don't have to do it if you're not okay with it," Nick blurted, trying to reassure her of his support for her making her own decisions, "we don't even need to meet him again if you don't want."
"I know," Stacy responded warmly, "I'll tell you if I'm okay with meeting him or not, but you need to do the same." Nick nodded. "Can I ask a question?" Nick nodded again. "What gave you the idea to spank me?"
"Well," Nick blushed deeply, "I just was looking at your butt, and wondered what you'd do if I did. I didn't hurt you did I?
"No, not at all!" Stacy replied, leaning forward and kissing Nick's lips softly. "It was actually really intense," she said, trying not to overstate things, "but in a good way." Nick smiled, pulling her closer to him. "But I'm not saying I want you to spank me every time," Stacy said softly as she melted into his body, "but, when the time is right, the time is right!"
Friday morning Stacy woke up feeling the best she had all week. The night before she and Nick had sex for the first time since her outting as Betty, and while she was still a bit sore, she'd managed a couple very intense orgasms. What had not left her mind was the fact they'd possibly be seeing Shawn the following day. Since inviting herself to the secret group page, Stacy had lurked and looked at several photos, it was obvious the physical club had no issue with people wearing latex, leather and all manner of clothing. While faces were often blurred or behind masks, their bodies were not. One blurred male face was raising a glass while a blonde knelt in front of him, arms tied up in a sleeve looking thing that was strapped to her shoulders, while he held her head in place. Stacy was almost sure that it was Shawn in the picture!
Walking into their bedroom, Stacy dropped her towel on the floor, enjoying the freedom and solitude with Nick having to leave early for work. Looking through the closet, something unexpected caught Stacy's eye. She reached down, picking up the hot pink latex lingerie she'd ordered almost a month ago and never worn.
"Why the hell not!?!" She said giddily to herself before bounding out of the walk-in closet.
Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, Stacy laid the items out before picking up the first latex stocking. It seemed easy enough after all, and who would know what she had on under her work clothes? The hot pink stocking had a white seam that ran up the back and a white latex ruffle at the top. With the stockings in place, Stacy held up the matching latex thong, which had a small clip in the back where the part running between her cheeks met the waistband just above her ass.
"Hmmmm, that makes removal easier!" She giggled as she pulled it on.
The garterbelt had eight wide straps and matching white latex ruffles along the bottom from hip to hip across the front. Finally, the long line bra, which reached just shy of her bottom rib, zipped up the back with cups that made Stacy feel like her breasts were almost touching her chin. It also had matching white lace ruffles across the tops of the cups. Stacy walked over to the full length mirror to take a look. While it certainly didn't cover her like the Betty catsuit, the hot pink lingerie was sexy in a retro kind of way. The garter belt went from her belly button to her hips, allowing just a slight peek at the front of the thong underneath. Her torso was 80% covered in latex as were her legs. She not only loved the look of it, but the feel as well!
"Now to keep my secret hidden all day!" Stacy said heading back to the closet.
Eventually she reemerged with a pair of black mid calf boots, black loose fitting dress pants, a dark gray blouse and a short jacket which would hide everything neatly. While the pants were loose around the legs, which would hide the ruffles around her thighs, the back was snug enough to not take away from her butt. Stacy was smart enough to get her job and promotions on her own merits, but she didn't mind showing off her well toned butt from time to time either. She wondered about taking a picture and sending it to Nick, but he had a big day at work and she didn't want to distract him.
"He'll be surprised enough when he gets home!" She said to her reflection before making her way downstairs and out the side door to her car.
Stacy paused momentarily as she closed the door behind her, the last two times she'd been outside wearing latex she'd been Betty and come back sore and exhausted. Taking a deep breath in, Stacy let it out slowly before walking to her car, while it was only a few steps it seemed much further. The latex made her feel as if she were only wearing her boots, pants and blouse and not fully dressed as she actually was.
"You can do this." She whispered to herself before getting into her car.
Focusing at work was thankfully only a slight issue for her. While she would normally have kicked her heels off in her cubicle, it wasn't really an option with her hot pink latex covered feet. At lunch one of her coworkers mentioned she seemed distracted, but Stacy was able to brush it off as being tired from a long week. Of course the two women she normally had lunch with mentioned that Stacy had seemed tired on Monday as well and joked she must have had an eventful weekend. Stacy managed to laugh it off while visions of Betty sitting on her "throne" flashed in her mind.
"Are you okay Stace?" One of the women asked. "You look really flush."
"Oh, yeah," Stacy chuckled, "maybe it's a hot flash!"
"You are far too young for those!" Laughed the other woman, who then changed the conversation to her hot flashes.
The remainder of the day crawled as continued visions of Betty flashed through Stacy's mind. Eventually she stepped away from her desk, going to the ladies room, where she pulled out her phone and scrolled through the pictures she'd saved. Pausing on the series that had flashed through her mind, Stacy slid her dress pants down before sitting on the toilet. The latex had heightened the sensitivity of her clit, slowly rubbing with two fingers, she stared intently at each picture before moving to the next. Biting her bottom lip to keep from moaning too loudly, she paused on the picture of Betty sitting on one man, while another knelt between her legs as she stroked a cock with one hand and pulled the other to her open mouth. She could feel her mouth watering at the sight, the feeling of being impaled on two hard shafts and how they rubbed inside her causing her legs to tremble.
"Fuck!" Stacy hissed softly as she orgasmed.
Quickly cleaning herself up, Stacy managed to get back to her desk and actually focus on work for the last few hours of her day. Still, she couldn't wait to get home. Nick would lose his mind when he found out she went to work in latex! She was glad she arrived home before him, and started removing her work clothes before she even entered the house. Heading upstairs, Stacy tossed her jacket and blouse on the chair in the bedroom, then kicked off her boots and pants. Stacy grabbed the hood that they'd purchased with the lingerie before heading to the bathroom to fix her hair and put it on. Holding it up and looking at the hood Stacy frowned.
"How did I not see this before?" She asked herself. "I haven't worn pigtails since kindergarten!" Dropping the mask on the counter, she looked at her reflection and shrugged. "Oh what the hell! Why not?"
It took frustratingly long for Stacy to part her hair properly then gather it into two pigtails high on the crown of her head. Finally, she had to feed the pigtails through the holes in the hood without really seeing what she was doing. Somehow she managed, and was able to fasten the bottom of the hood with the zipper in the back without pulling out her hair in the process. Now, in addition to her lingerie, her head and face save for her eyes, jaw and mouth were encased in latex as well. Stacy shook her head, watching the pigtails flop about before walking to her closet to find the heels needed to finish this look. While she and Nick had been looking for outfits for Betty, they'd found more than a few items fitting for the latex doll. Of course, while Nick looked for the sluttiest outfits, Stacy had the presence of mind to coordinate items.
"Perfect!" She squealed with delight as she stood in front of the mirror again. "He's going to fall over when he sees this outfit!"
Stacy strode confidently toward the stairs wearing a pair of 2-inch hot pink platform mules with a matching hot pink front with white trim. Gliding down the stairs, Stacy walked to the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of merlot before looking at the clock and wondering when Nick would be home. As she heard his car pull into the driveway, Stacy scurried around the island counter, before hoisting herself onto it facing the door he'd enter and crossed her legs.
