*Author's notes: This is a work of fiction, hopefully that is not a word you struggle with. It is a story of fictional, consenting adults. It's in the fetish category for a reason, if that scares you, please back away slowly. For the rest of you, please enjoy!
Sunday morning Nick and Stacy enjoyed breakfast outside on their back deck. Neither needed to remind the other that they'd just had sex on one of the chairs the night prior. As Stacy looked over, she realized they could have been seen by one of their neighbors, while last night that thought had excited Betty, it made Stacy a bit nervous. What if the couple next door had seen her in latex, half dressed and playing with herself while Nick fucked her ass? There was nothing she could do about it at this point, she was just glad her chair was now facing away from their home, just in case.
Nick sat across the table, silently studying his girlfriend as she ate breakfast. Last night had been a wild adventure for both of them, yet from where he sat, Stacy seemed to be calmly enjoying her breakfast. In the meantime, his mind re-lived the events of the night before. Stacy had never shown much interest in other women, she would occasionally comment on other women's outfits, or how they had their hair done, but never had she mentioned being attracted or wanting to kiss one of them. Last night she had done that and more with Marguerite, and admitted to wanting to go even further! Would she really have buried her face into her, or any other woman's pussy willingly? The idea made Nick's cock shift in his loose-fitting shorts.
"Want more coffee?" He was finally able to croak, finding his mouth incredibly dry for some reason.
"Yes, please." Stacy replied, looking up at him.
"So, um," Nick started as he tried to pour her more coffee, "about last night."
"That was kinda crazy," Stacy blushed in response, "Betty just took over I guess."
"That's a bit of an understatement," Nick chuckled, "but how do you feel about it this morning?"
Stacy paused for a moment, taking another sip of her coffee before responding. "You know what?" She asked as she sat back in her chair. "I'm good with it!" Her voice reflected confidence, not as if she were trying to convince herself or Nick about it, but that she was truly comfortable with everything that had gone on. "Would I be okay with doing any of it right now?" She asked rhetorically, "Not a chance, but, in the moment it was so much fun! Are you okay with everything that happened?"
"I have to say, I was really shocked with the whole Marguerite thing," Nick replied honestly, "I definitely didn't see that coming, but I get how you could enjoy it as it was going on." Nick reached across the table taking Stacy's hand in his own before continuing. "I mean, Marguerite looked stunning in that latex," he said as he squeezed her hand, "but you looked beyond amazing!"
"Yeah?" Stacy giggled a bit, "You're not just saying that because I was strutting around with my ass on display, are you?"
"That was a nice bonus!" Nick replied with a wink.
"Speaking of bonuses," Stacy's tone turned to mocked sternness, "where did those cuffs and collar come from? And how come you didn't tell me about them?"
"Well, I ran a few errands," it was not Nick's turn to blush, "and I thought you'd enjoy them. I'd have to say you did."
"Ummmm YEAH!" Stacy laughed. "That just seemed to heighten everything, like when you left me outside last night!"
"We needed lube!" Nick replied coyly.
"I know we did silly," Stacy rolled her eyes at his lame excuse, "but what if the neighbors saw me outside like that?"
"I don't think the worst thing we did outside last night was have you stand by the door Stace." Nick replied, raising an eyebrow in response.
"You have a point," Stacy's face turned bright red, "okay, enough of that for now!" She said, picking up her coffee, "Betty needs a day or two off."
"Sounds good to me!"
For the next 11 days there was no mention of Betty, Shawn or Marguerite. The latex clothing that had been put into the closet after cleaning remained untouched and unmentioned. That was until Wednesday, when Shawn called Nick while the couple sat watching TV. Nick's eyes lit up when he saw Shawn's name appear on his phone, turning the phone to Stacy, her body reacted a bit differently than Nick's. Just the name appearing on the phone screen had Stacy's nipples harden and a familiar tingle between her legs. Nick spoke with Shawn, not really letting on the conversational topics, but more responding with "yeah", "okay" and finally the "I'll ask her."
"Shawn has a photographer lined up," Nick said as he moved the phone away from his head, "he wants to get some photos set up so he can show potential customers for Betty what they are getting." Before he let Stacy answer, Nick continued. "It would be the three of us," he said reassuringly, "Shawn's other driver who would fill in if he weren't able, and the photographer only."
"That sounds fun," Stacy replied, feeling her heartbeat increasing at the idea, "they would only see me as Betty though, right? Nothing like the other night at that club?"
"Exactly, they wouldn't see your face," Nick replied, lightly touching Stacy's thigh, "and wouldn't know anything about you."
"Let's do it!" Stacy replied eagerly! "What time and where?"
"I'll find out." Nick replied, relieved Stacy seemed so comfortable with the idea and struggling to hide his own anxiousness.
As Nick returned to the conversation with Shawn, Stacy got up and went to the kitchen. For some reason, she liked Nick to be the one planning for Betty which allowed her to sit back and go along with whatever they had in store. It eliminated her control over the situation by removing her from knowing or having any input. Stacy found it uncomfortable but also incredibly arousing. She would have to make it a point not to ask, but also not to allow Nick to share what was in store for her. Stacy wanted to be as unaware of what was about to happen as Betty would be.