"Shit. Shit, shit, shit. What on earth was she doing," thought Elizabeth as she sat on her friend's bathroom floor. She had asked Natalie and Dave whether she could bring over the children and get ready for a surprise 'meal out' with her husband, Will. She had got the children to bed alright - they were excited at the prospect of a sleep over elsewhere, but she had come unstuck in the getting ready part. Elizabeth knew that Will wanted her to be more confident and surprise him in the bedroom so she had planned out the evening to give him a surprise which he would not forget. It was not going to be a meal out, instead she had decided that she was going to be a complete and utter bitch to her husband.
Will had been busy on some project work which had finished earlier in the week. As a celebration he was going out after work for a couple of drinks before heading home so Elizabeth knew that she had an hour or so between getting the children to bed and having to be back home to meet her husband, only she was now half in and half out of a black latex catsuit. She'd got her legs and arms in but now couldn't pull the zip, she had left it intentionally high so that she could reach it but it seemed to be caught on something. At her feet she had a pair of patent Oxford heels, black latex gloves, and a hood as well as her 'street wear' for returning home. "Shit, why is it caught?" muttered Elizabeth trying to free the zip. "Natalie must be wondering what I'm doing - I've been here 20 minutes". Elizabeth's heart sank as she heard Natalie moving around the kitchen downstairs. "I'll just get covered up, get home and then improvise", thought Elizabeth and she started to gather her things together. She started to throw the lubricant and latex materials into her bag and had just pulled her jeans on when she heard Natalie coming up the stairs.
"Elizabeth, are you alright?" She asked as she knocked on the door.
"Yeah," said Elizabeth far from convincingly. "Just finishing up now". Natalie kept coming though, she pushed the door open. Elizabeth froze, the two looked at each other and after what seemed like a life time to Elizabeth, Natalie just said,
"Wow, you look incredible, what on earth are you wearing?"
"It's a latex body," lied Elizabeth. "I thought I would put it on under my outfit to surprise Will."
"So, where does that come in?" enquired Natalie with a hint of raised eyebrow as she pointed towards the latex hood which Elizabeth had left hanging over the bath.
"Er..." responded Elizabeth, unsure what to say.
"You are having a pretty kinky meal arn't you" responded Natalie, saving the silence and giving Elizabeth a wink. "You must be getting pushed for time - arn't you meeting him at half eight? You're also not zipped in properly - we can't have you going out like that!"
Elizabeth looked at Natalie and nervously laughed with relief. "No I suppose not. As you've seen me, could you help out?"
An awkward silence filled the room as Natalie fixed the zip.
"So do you often get dressed up like this, in, er, latex?" she eventually asked.
"Not often, but we have a great time when we do - it's the escapism which we both like. It is so different from normal, everyday sex that it is in some respects way more special."
"I asked Dave about... you know, dressing up and tying each other up but he was not interested... this seems to be so much more fun and intimate."
The two girls were now stood opposite each other, Elizabeth's cat suit was now done up but Natalie was fixated by the tight, gleaming sheen from the fabric stretched over Elizabeth's skin. "So...," she eventually plucked up the courage to ask, "what exactly are you two going to do later?"
Will was in a good mood - he'd had an enjoyable drink with his colleagues and it was now a warm evening with a tail wind providing him with ideal cycling conditions. He also reflected on an earlier text from Elizabeth saying that she had booked dinner out and that he should be prompt and get ready when he got home.
Will swung his bike into the drive way, grasped the keys from his pocket and wheeled the bike through the doors and into the garage. It had been a good week but a long one and he was looking forward to putting his feet up and having an extra beer or two. The bike safely stowed he walked through into the utility room, stripped off his sweaty cycling gear, put it in the washing machine and saw a box labelled 'For my darling husband' on top of the unit. Intrigued, Will stopped, thought briefly and opened it. A card lay on top of a lot of crunched up tissue paper. Will picked up the card and read........
Dear Will,
Tonight you're mine. I want you showered, shaved (especially balls) and dressed in the enclosed by 2030. You're to be on all fours when I come in.
Elizabeth
"Wow," thought Will, "I was not expecting that". As instructed he jumped in the shower and wondered what on earth was going to happen. They had a decent sex life and had experimented in a few things but he had often been the instigator. He had often mentioned that he would like Elizabeth to be more imaginative - it certainly sounded like she had been.
Clean and shaven he grabbed a towel and got out of the shower and returned to the box. He walked through to the kitchen and tipped it out on the table. "Jesus Christ!" he thought as the contents scattered across the top. Elizabeth was not holding back. In it were a female set of high waisted latex, skin tight dungarees with a zip running around the crotch. A red, latex hood with an open mouth and separate blindfold, a collar and a pair of red patent 4 inch heel Oxford shoes. Finally there was a set of headphones with a note saying 'put these on when ready'. He stood there rather bemused - this was girls clothing and he couldn't imagine what 'scenario' might have been dreamt up. As it was already half seven Will started by urgently rolling the cool smooth latex up his legs and with the help of some lube got them up to his waist. The straps of the dungerees were relatively easy and he got them over his head and onto his shoulders. The female fit meant that his shaven balls and expanding penis were tightly encased. Next he put on the shoes - he'd never worn heels before and the sensation was rather erotic. As instructed he polished the skin tight dungarees before putting on the hood. His sight now gone and on alien footwear Will crouched down to prevent himself falling over. Finally by touch he fitted the collar round his neck getting the buckle to be a snug fit. As instructed he got himself on all fours in the middle of the kitchen floor, put on the headphones and waited.
Elizabeth walked hurried down the road. She had her long overcoat on but nevertheless felt exposed. Natalie had helped her finish getting ready and she strode somewhat tentatively in her five inch patent leather ankle boots. She had spent several hours online looking for something suitable and these most definitely were. They were about three inches taller than she was used to so she prayed that she didn't twist an ankle. It was a cold evening and Elizabeth could feel the cold cooling down the latex encasing her legs. It made her shiver - partly due to the cold but partly in anticipation of what was to come. She tottered up the drive to the sidedoor, let herself in and peaked through the door into the kitchen. There he was, her darling husband waiting for her.
"What was this?" Will thought to himself, "porn?" Through the headphones was just the sound of moaning. He began to concentrate on the sounds - "how many woman... some men too... is that someone getting spanked in the background?". The moaning was a massive turn on but Will could feel his penis held tightly in by the tight latex fabric.
Elizabeth headed upstairs - now that she was fairly sure that Natalie was going to come she needed some extra provisions. In the bedroom she admired herself - 'you looking fucking hot' she thought, "I hope this is worth it". She grabbed a few things before reaching for a blonde wig, arranging it where the latex hood left at Natalie's should have gone. She carefully went down stairs and gently went into the kitchen and admired her husband crouching oblivious on the floor. Elizabeth had long admired his body but his legs, honed by the daily cycle into work were especially shapely 'I've got to get him some tights to accentuate the shape' she had often thought. Whilst looking online for inspiration she had come across the highwaisted dungarees which fitted him so well. He was on all fours as requested but was obviously beginning to get lost in the moment of whatever was happening though the headphones.
Natalie had thought about what Elizabeth had said, phoned a neighbour, apologised for the short notice and asked them to baby sit for a while and was herself strolling confidently towards Will and Elizabeth's house. She walked up the darkness of the driveway and, as instructed, let herself into the side door and went into the same shower room that Will had been in earlier. She removed her coat and looked at herself in the mirror. Upon quizzing Elizabeth about what she had planned for her and Will, Elizabeth had picked up on the fact that Natalie felt massively turned on about what she had had heard.
"Do you want to help?" Elizabeth asked Natalie slightly mischievously. The fact that she didn't immediately say 'no' gave the game away.
"Er, do you want me too?" Natalie had replied.
"Well as you've now seen me like this you are most welcome to - I'm sure Will won't object! I'll leave it up to you whether you want to come along or not but if you do then you need to do what I say." The words hung there whilst Elizabeth was bent over doing up her shoes.
"Come to the side door and get ready in the bathroom off the utility room - I had really better get going."
As she worked her latex clad body into her coat and buttoned up the front Elizabeth said,
