My wife is certainly inventive; it is part of her nature and she has exploited that nature in her career in biogenetic engineering. I only learned how inventive she could be one long weekend getaway to our summer home.
It was a long week for me working as a "hired gun" attorney. You know, I am the guy that you dispise when I get my corporate clients off the hook after you know that they robbed the widdow blind and threw her and her hungry children out on the street. I am a hard charging, type-A personality who lives his life in charge of his destiny and that of many who may not even know who I am. I work hard and definitely play hard.
The weekend arrived after a typical week of making my clients happy and booking more billable hours that physically possible. I was energized after those the long hours. I certainly hadn't spent many of those hours at home in any activity other than sleeping or eating - if you catch my drift. I was looking forward to some quality time with my wife.
When arrived home after the commute from the office, I found a dark home and a note on the kitchen island. In my wife's beautiful script, she asked me to grab my overnight bag and to pack lightly selecting those casual clothing items that I "was not afraid to be soiled."
I wondered what my wife had in mind while I grabbed toiletries, a couple of non-descript t-shirts, my body hugging swim suit and a few casual pants that had clearly seen better days. After packing the bag, I continued reading the note which asked me to join her at our summer home in cottage country. I certainly would have a few hours behind the wheel to ponder what she had in mind for this weekend. Luckily it will be a short drive from our home to the summer place but I will be in suspense the entire trip.
While I have been the hard-charging attorney, my wife's creativity was put to work for a pharmaceutical company where she leads the research on how to quickly biogentically-engineer treatments to specific patients. Her research was developing a technique to match up the patient's genetic characteristics to the genetic targeting of the drug so that, for example, cancer drugs could distinguish between the patient's cells ("good") and cancer cells ("bad"). The genetically-targeted drug could selectively kill the cancer while leaving the healthy cells behind. It was cutting-edge research that may someday win her world-wide renown - maybe balance out the apparent bad karma I was racking up.
I still didn't have any idea what my wife had in mind when I pulled up the driveway of the driveway of the summer house. The house looked dark when I pulled up but I did see my wife's electric car pluged into the charger in the carport, so I knew that she was there but where?
My suspicions increased when I walked into the house and found another of my wife's notes. She wrote:
I know you well. You didn't change into comfortable clothes. You drove the trip here in your nicely tailored suit wondering why I wanted you in casual clothes. I strongly suggest that you change before you embark on the next step of this adventure. Once you have changed, it will be time for you to come and find me. Once you do find me, I know you will get a big surprise.
I knew exactly what I really wanted in the way of a surprise - I wanted to put my now hard cock in each and every warm, wet place on my wife's body - repeatedly - until she had received as much as she had given to me. So I wasted no time in droppng my overnighter in our bedroom and stripping out of my suit. I quickly picked out slacks and a t-shirt - going commando - before racing off to try to find my wife.
My mind was racing faster than my body but not as fast as my libido. Where could she be? The property was not that big but it was remote. Our neighbors were grazing pastures for cattle or tree farms for future paper towels and toilet tissue. So if she didn't make any sound, I would be challenged finding her between the trees and the stream running through the property. I figured that she did want to be found so maybe if I called out for her, she would reveal the direction I should head to find her.
"Laura! Oh, Laura! Where is the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth?" I called out into the now twilight sky.
"That is for me to know and you to find out," came her reply from the direction of the stream.
I thought I knew for sure where she was and I wasn't going to waste any time in capturing my surprise. Running off in the direction of the stream I went as fast as I could run. As I was approaching the ridge of the bank that leads to the stream, I saw Laura blow me a kiss and disappear over the ridge. I ran like I was trying to make the Olympic team and had a full head of steam approaching the ridge.
My wife certainly had a surprise for me. I crested the ridge running full speed and found out, much to my amazement, that somehow the gentle far slope that used to ease down to the stream had been excavated into a steep drop off. I was now airborn waving my arms frantically in an vain attempt to prepare for the eventual landing.
The flight from the ridge top was equally surprising as I saw my dear Laura on the far side of the stream dressed in very little. Her beautifully round breasts were barely covered by a very slim bikini top and her lovely ass drawfed the bottoms. She was smiling in complete awareness of what was about to transpire. My eyes were fixed on the sexual goddess across the stream when my feet landed on the ground and found terra firma not to be so firm.
I suddenly realized her surprise. The ground under my feet opened up and seemed to swallow my legs up to the knee. The consistency of the mud seemed unusally sticky. With the forward motion of my lower body halted, inertia took over and I extended my arms bracing for a fall to the ground. My hands and arms found the soil to be of the same consistency as that now engulfing my calves. My arms sunk in up to my elbows and I found myself in the classic doggie-style pose.
A broad smile was on Laura's face as she watched me land in the gooey mud. She started to chuckle as a struggled to try to remove myself. "You will only wear yourself out, George. That is no ordinary mud. It is a by-product of my research. We have developed a way to make a biological adhesive that is genetically keyed. Once the adhesive finds its genetic target, in this case, you, it locks on until it is chemically released. So you are stuck in that adhesive mud until I want to let you out," as she now was laughing out loud.
While she continued to laugh, I realized that I was totally at her mercy. It is now a cliché that dominant business men want to be switch roles and be dominated in the bedroom and my wife had a unique way to bring this about. My libido was raging and I would have been stroking my cock excpet that my hands were firmly cemented into the ground.
Laura walked away and briefly disappeared from my sight. I wondered about what her first move on me would be. She didn't leave me wondering long as she returned with a large set of scissors, a container of sexual lubricant and an enema bag that appeared huge even with my eyes wide open.
She wasted no time in using the scissors to cut my pants and shirt off my trapped body. "Be carefull there sweetie or you be having me sing soprano for the balance of my lfe!" I warned her as she was revealing my rock hard cock.
"Oh I see that you like being totally under my control," Laura cooed. "I hope you are as excited about what is going to follow."
With my body totally exposed with the exception of the legs of my pants that were trapped under the special mud, Laura had total access. I watched as she applied copious quantities of lubricant to the emena nozzle. Limited in movment by being trapped, I couldn't see but definitely felf her fingers as lubricant was applied to my asshole. It was cool feeling and paved the way as Laura inserted one and then a second finger. Another surprise in my life as I realized how much I enjoyed anal play - my cock seemed harder than ever before.
"We are just getting started," Laura advised me as she withdrew her fingers and slowly replaced them with the colder plastic nozzle of the enema kit. The thought struck me that it was much like a small dildo as she worked it into my butt. "Now the fun begins," she said as she simultaneously released the valve and the watery mixture ran into my colon.
She reached down with her lubricated hand and gave my cock a couple of long, slow strokes which served to heighten the experience of being filled with my enema fluid. "By the way, the fluid entering you is also a product of my laboratory. It is genetically keyed to clean you out completely but also to make your anus and colon extremely pliable so that it will accommodate almost any size thing or body part inserted into it," she said with a chuckle.
I felt so full to the point of cramping. "Please, I need to go. Take it out," I pleaded.
"Just a few moments more for it to take full effect, but let me help you," Laura said while returning her hand to my hard cock running her hand up and down its full length. Her attention of my cock only served to heighten the sensations.
Laura stopped the massage and returned to my sight as I watched her go back to a stash of items on the shore of the stream. She returned with what looked like a five gallon bucket. I wondered what was next and why she wasn't allowing me to expel the gallons of fluid in my intestinal tract.
I didn't have to wait long. She kneeled in front of me and my eyes were drawn up to her beautiful boobs. She released them from the little material that was holding them back and proceeded to rub them into my face. It only served to take my mind off what she was planning to do next.
While I was fully distracted by her breasts, Laura reached into the bucket and grabbed a heaping handful of what appeared to be the same mud that I was struck in. She dropped that pile of mud on the top of my head and started rubbing it down my face, carefully avoiding my eyes but creating what was quickly turning into a solid helmet... and then a hood. With her clean hand she quickly pinched my nose forcing me to open my mouth to continue breathing. In a few moments she had completely coated my head and my neck with the quickly hardening special mud. My head was stuck in a position looking up with my mouth wide open. I no longer could turn to see anywhere other than the direction I was facing.
Laura left my now limited field of vision to the right as it appeared she was circling around to my behind. In a few moments, I felt her start to apply the special mud to the cheeks of my ass while pulling the skin so that my asshole would be fully exposed. She worked around my waist quickly making a belt-like assembly that hardened so that my ass cheeks were stretched open to whatever Laura had in mind.
