Second Chances

The club was closing soon, and while everyone else was funneling through the front doors into the cool, summer eve, you were being led into the men’s bathroom. The strange woman who was grinding her shapely body against you on the dance floor was now leading you to some privacy. You could feel her hand sliding around inside the black latex glove, but her grip on you arm was like iron.

Flashing strobes reflected off the black, rubber dress that covered her from mid-breast to mid-thigh. She seemed to be moving as fast as she could in heels, so her dirty blonde locks trailed behind like a sand colored cape in the wind. The door whipped open then shut with echoing cacophonies, and she locked the two of you in the bathroom. She released you for half a moment as she checked to make sure the stalls are empty. Convinced of your isolation, she impressively pivoted on the balls of her feet, and threw herself onto you. The cool latex made the hair on the back of your neck stand up as she wrapped her arms around you, pulling your mouth to hers. She was ravenous. Every motion was quick and savage, and not just her carnivorous lips. Her one hand held your neck while the other snaked under your belt. You only realized that she had undone the buckle when slick fingers wrapped around you, cradling your jewels.

You grunted in response, so she changed her approach. She pushed off of you, then seductively squatted until she was eye level with the bulge in your jeans. She jerked the pants down like peeling a banana. A similar display with your briefs, and a surprised look hit her European features. Her eyebrows shot up and her mouth formed a perfect O shape: your genitals were confined within black latex hot pants. She rubbed her gloves down your thighs, which made the material snap and crackle as the pieces stuck to each other persistently.

“We match!”

That was the first time you heard her accent, and it sounded Russian. She let slip an exuberant eep as your polished head twitched at the sound of her lustful voice. She admired how tight and thin the latex was; it revealed every vein in your throbbing organ.

“What are the chances I find a kink boy my first night in America? Let’s get you shiny.”

A conveniently small bottom of orange lubricant appeared from within her clasp. You were doing math in your head to calm down as her hands lathered your length with the slick substance.

“That should do. Watch this…”

She put her puckered lips to your tip and started gently sucking. First, she pulled the rubber condom into her mouth, but soon her lips began to part. She kept an airtight seal even as she engulfed your cock with her wet mouth and tight throat. She didn’t choke once, but you could hear her attempting to swallow through the shaft that gagged her. When she started to bob her head, the intense sensation made you jolt. You rested your hands gingerly on her head while you regained composure. There was a pop sound as she released you from her mouth.

“You can throat fuck me, if you like.”

She inhaled your penis again while you hesitated. Her misty eyes looked up to yours, and she nodded with as close to a grin as she could manage with her mouth full. Your cock shot down her throat as you thrusted into her. She clamped her eyes shut, but she didn’t resist at all. She moaned quietly, and it came out as a gargling chirp, muffled by your manhood.

You were getting close: between her eagerness to deepthroat you and the sensation of latex gliding down a hot hole, you were barely holding on. She could sense it too, so she grabbed your thighs and pulled, until her lips were sealed around the base of your shaft. She stayed there, sucking as hard as she could, until you began to shake. You were practically paralyzed as you stumbled into a climax. Every muscle in your groin contracted as shot after shot of cum filled the condom tip in the back of her throat.

You jerked violently as she slowly pulled herself off of you. Finally, she stopped fighting the sensation to gag, but even that was reserved. She stared at the flaccid appendage in front of her and flicked the rubber bulb filled with your seed.

“Are these pants expensive?”

Still dazed, you answered honestly.

“Not really… Why?”

She wrapped a hand around you again, but with much more care than before. Her tenderness was the only reason that you weren’t bucking against the wall in the afterglow. Tenderly, she took just the tip of the latex between her lip. Her jaw moved a little, then you felt the latex constrict around your head.

“Hey, did you just-“

She pulled away and showed you a mouth full of your seed, sucked out of a hole she had bitten in the rubber.

“Why… No… Well… That’s actually pretty hot. Like, really fucking hot.”

She smiled and swallowed, tracing it down her throat with a finger.

“Okay, that was worth losing the pants, but now we can’t go again…”

She chuckled a little.

“Only if you’re worried about getting my asshole pregnant.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“…Oh, no, I guess that’s not a problem,” you sputtered.

She grinned as she stood, and kissed you on the cheek. You pulled her back when she started turning away, and put your mouth to hers. She looked bemused when you broke the kiss.

“What do you Americans call that? A ‘snowman’?”

You scoffed.

“It’s ‘snowball’, and only if you hadn’t swallowed.”

She made a disgusted face, laughed, then shrugged and turned back around.

“Gross, but no matter. Just think about how you’re going to destroy this slut ass when you are hard again.”

She hiked up the dress and pressed your dick between her shapely rear and your stomach. She poured a little more lube over your exposed tip, and you started to really slide between her cheeks. The excess fluid pattered quietly on the tile floor, and now the whole bathroom smelled like an artificial orange grove. In a short moment of clarity, you wondered if the staff would come to clear the bathroom soon, but you didn’t care. You were already hard again, and she could feel it.

“I think you are ready for me…”

You weren’t sure what to prepare for, so she took you entirely by surprise. She raised herself on her tiptoes, so your hard cock pressed against her anus. She skillfully slid down your entire length, forcing it into her hot, tight hole.

“Oh… Fuck,” she muttered before biting her lips.

All you could manage was a gasp as her taut inside constricted your swollen organ. You each shared a long moment of adjusting to the new sensation. The brief reprieve flowed slowly but smoothly into carnal motions. She leaned back as the two of you pushed your bodies against and into each other in harmony. Her slick gloves pulled you to her with an unexpected passion. For a surprise bathroom hookup, she was being rather sensual. She guided your hand to her slit, while the other clasped her throat. You stroked her hidden lips before pressing two fingers between them. The crackling rubber and slapping of latex echoed so loudly in the spartan space that you both feared being caught. The adrenaline only enhanced the experience as your two bodies behaved as one with experienced ease. The doubly sweet aroma of faux orange and squeaky latex overwhelmed your noses. She tried her best to hide her screams from prying ears, but failed. You squeezed her hard under the dress, and whispered in her ear.

“I’ll have to take it out if you get us caught…”

She immediately forced her gloved palm over her plump lips to mute an ecstatic cry, but the rising climax broke your disposition to discretion. Her outbursts of pleasure punctuated your rapid, satisfying strokes, and soon you finished. You emptied a reinvigorated ejaculation into her shivering mass as she struggled to stand in the immediate aftermath.

The noise had brought somebody’s attention to the door, but the rickety lock protected your privacy for a moment, or at least until a bouncer found a key. You held her close as you both came down from your high. The sound of two chests, heaving and panting, was amplified ten-fold off the barren magenta walls. She started giggling as she pulled your softening cock from her rosy hole.

“Was good for you too, American?”

You wheezed in an attempt to answer yes, instead opting to nod emphatically. She smiled as you started to zip your pants up, before looking for something to clean yourself.

“Here.”

She squatted again and cleaned your wrapped tool in one bobbing suck. Your face turned to shock at her lack of hesitance considering the recent location of your manhood. She stood up and addressed you with a devilish grin.

“What? It was just cum, since you only fucked a sheath.”

Her accent had disappeared. You raised an eyebrow.

“Yep, a 100% silicon anal sheathe. Perfectly faked, just like this…”

She trailed off as her hands rose to her neck. She started prodding around behind her crystal encrusted choker, until she seemingly pulled her skin from behind the rigid necklace.

“It’s easy to hide the seam with this…”

The sentence died away as she continued working her hands into the slit in her neck. Her slick fingers glided around under her face, loosening the visage. She pulled one hand free, took a fistful of “her” hair, and tugged. It sounded just like she was stretching her latex dress. Her features elongated and slowly slid up her face, until it released its hold and jumped from her head with a snap.

Atop the body of the buxom Russian you had just filled was the face of your recently dumped ex-fiancé. Coming home from work one day, you had found this woman tied up to your bed and violated by the man you assumed was her gym instructor. Instead of the surprised look that she had back then, her face betrayed hints of shame and fear in the unforgiving fluorescent light. Loose locks of auburn hair framed her stoic face as she let you process the situation. Only one sentence came slowly to mind.

“Alice… What the fuck is this?…” You calmly breathed, while putting your pants back on. Outside, a set of keys jingled.

She paused.

“I hurt you, so now I’m trying to make it up to you.”

“If I still wanted you, I would’ve taken you back when you called crying. I’m so done with you… I don’t even want to know how you coordinated this spectacular fucking stunt.”

Your choice of words made her wince, but she retained her composure. She had cut you so deeply that you were willing to spew any coolheaded but vitriolic statement you could muster. You wanted to eviscerate her with a silver tongue and go about your night like it hadn’t happened. If you could spit acid or breathe fire only once in your life, this would be the moment. She broke the tense silence.

“I deserve that. I thought that if you had some fun… Or at least got the revenge sex out of the way… You might come back to me.”

You rolled your eyes impatiently and moved to the door.

“This isn’t revenge, Alice, it’s moving on.”

You undid the lock and swung the door open so quickly that the bartender jumped. You pushed by him before he could finish a word. Moving quickly but unshaken, you made it to the street before “Alice’s” hand grabbed your arm.

“Just hang on a second.”

“No, I’m not doing this.”

You were about to pull away through a crowd when she spoke again.

“How many strangers do you think you fucked in the last month?”

You stopped cold and slowly turned around to look into her tired eyes. You let her continue.

“If I was tonight’s warm slut, I could’ve been any of them… Or even all of them.”

You inhaled slowly and exhaled sharply.

“Is this how you spend your days now, stalking and raping your ex-fiancé?”

“You seemed perfectly willing.”

“You’re right about that, Alice,” you chuckled. “I was, and still am, perfectly willing to fuck anyone with a heartbeat who isn’t you. How many of the last nine strangers were you?”

Her shocked expression was illuminated by the street lights. Tears formed in her eyes as she recovered from her derailed train of thought.

“…Only six... I thought you only went out on weekends.”

She turned away as the realization crashed into her. When you fantasized about this moment, you thought you’d enjoy the recompense. Now, all you saw was the same pain she’d caused you, but on her face instead of in the mirror. Regardless of your remorse, you didn’t have any comforting words to offer. Dozens of drunken club goers walked around you with varying gaits. All of them were blissfully unaware of the drama playing out between you. After a minute, she wiped her eyes and turned back to you.

“That guy you saw was Kate in a suit.”

You scoffed to hide your surprise at the revelation. The pain of betrayal faded a little as you internalized the fact: your wife was fucking her roommate and friend that she’d experimented with in college. It was still cheating, but because of the double standard it felt slightly more tolerable. You still didn’t say anything.

“I should have just asked you,” she continued regretfully. “But if you’d said no, I would’ve done it regardless.”

At least she was being honest, you thought.

“I only recently realized how much those nights in our dorm room meant to me. It wasn’t just boredom and taboo; we really bonded. And we got very kinky, very quickly. Next thing we knew, there was rope and latex… By spring break, we were buying our first skinsuits. When she moved in five minutes from our building, I needed to see her.”

You tilted your head.

“So, this has been going on for a year?”

She bit her lip.

“Yes. I actually worked from home. When we left in the morning, I would just go to her place. I’d do my work at night or lying next to her in…” She stopped herself half a sentence too late.

You stared at the mask dangling from her hands. The evening would’ve been a lot simpler if you had just bought a drink for the other blonde at the bar.

“So now what?” She asked cautiously.

You shrugged and shook your head without looking up. You stared into the empty rubber mouth as you spoke.

“Nothing’s changed, right? You love her, and that’s that, we’re through.”

“I can love two people…”

That was the line that finally pissed you off.

“So I’m supposed to just share my marriage with another person? Every other night I’ll eat alone while the two of you play games? I’ll kiss you goodbye as I head to work, voluntarily oblivious to the fact that my wife is about to get plowed by her best friend in a muscle suit? Fuck it, how about we book her a room next to ours on the honeymoon after we un-cancel it. That way I can share that with her, too.”

You admired her strength as she silently listened to you vent.

“Is that what you want, Alice?”

She brushed a hair out of her eyes.

“No. She and I want the three of us to be together.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Alice. I caught you cheating and you try to bribe me back with a threesome? With your lover, no less?”

“Every fucking day she wishes that she had sat next to you in calculus! Not me, her!”

You nearly started in with another tirade, but decided to wait moment. She continued.

“When we started dating, she didn’t care too much. Missing out on a cute one-night stand didn’t bother her. But when you and I fell in love, Kate had to watch as I lived the life that she could’ve had if we’d swapped seats. If we’d walked into the room in opposite order on day one. She liked you. Now she loves you… We love you.”

You continued your silence as the night-life of a late-August Saturday continued without you. For ten full minutes you stared blankly at the mask, and she stared at you.

“She said she loves me?”

“She says ‘I love him’. Every day.”

Another long pause.

“If we tried… How would we even…”

“Slowly. Carefully. There are a lot of emotions at play here, and jumping into bed like some cheap porno is going to make things worse before we even tried fixing them.”

You ended another eternal silence with a slight nod. You saw Alice start wringing the mask a little as she noticed.

“Slowly?”

She nodded.

“Carefully?”

Another nod.

“I want you back in our bed,” You demanded. “But I imagine you that two have been sleeping together, and I don’t think ripping you apart will do us any good. I guess I’m glad we splurged on the king-size mattress.”

A tiny giggle escaped her lips.

“You, Kate, and I… We’ll treat it like we’re all dating. She can move her essentials into the guest room so that she can stay at night, and we’ll just get to know each other better… I think I can picture what you two are trying for.”

She struggled to keep the smile from engulfing her face.

You finally met her eyes.

“In all honesty, I didn’t love you this last month, but I think I could find that spark again.”

Tears trickled down her rosy cheeks.

“Alright, now what?”

She sniffled and wiped another tear. She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it. She needed some courage for this part.

“You know, that other blonde at the bar-“

“Oh no…” You could see where this was going.

“…Yeah. And I was only three of your six partners…”

You sighed, but a smirk pulled at the corners of your pursed lips. Alice spoke up.

“I have an idea.”

“We’re not having a threesome tonight. Period.”

“But did you know it was either of us in a suit? How about this: you go home, and hypothetically, an hour from right now, you hear a knock on the door. Two beautiful models think your condo is the address of the photographer they’re meeting.”

“I don’t know, Alice, We just-“

“We will not break character. From the moment we knock, until we leave tomorrow, we are to hapless, beautiful women looking for a warm bed, a safe fuck, and vice versa. If you try to get us to break character, we’ll take it as a safe word and leave. You don’t have to decide now. Just head home, and when you hear a knock, do whatever you’re comfortable with.”

She kissed you on the cheek.

“I still love you, and I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

She spread the neck of the mask. A few people stared as she put it over her head like a beanie before pulling it down. It slipped over her features effortlessly, until the rubbery Russian was standing before you again. When she spoke, it was like she’d never left.

“Oh, that was fun! Oops, almost forgot!”

She pulled you into a hug and kissed both of your cheeks. Instead of immediately pulling away, she put her lips to your ear and whispered in Alice’s voice.

“Thank you.”

She brushed her hand down your arm as she stepped back, then you watched her curves disappear into the thinning crowd.

The walk back to your place was uneventful, so you tuned out the world so you could think. When you came back to reality, you found yourself absent mindedly cleaning your apartment and organizing your things. You were still debating what to do when you heard a soft knocking. Your mind went blank and you suddenly felt hot. You started trying to think through the waves of emotions that killed your concentration. Could you trust her again? Was she telling the truth about Kate? You blinked and the thought occurred that it could’ve been three seconds or three minutes since you heard the knock. As you started for the door, a thought occurred.

You didn’t want them to leave.

That was the instinctive thought that popped into your mind, and in that instant, you knew that you wanted to go through with this. You briskly walked to your door, and turned the knob. As the oak swung open, two beautiful women stood before you in latex dresses. You inhaled and recognized your cue.

“Hi, can I help you two?”

They smiled nervously.

“Yes,” They replied in unison.

Keep it clean

“Oh, fuck.”

You couldn’t help whispering obscenities as the woman between your legs pet your throbbing erection.

“Oh shut up, I barely touched you.”

“I didn’t jerk off the whole week you were gone, just like you asked, so excuse me if I’m a little sensitive.”

Her doe-eyes flitted to the ceiling and back again as she continued to stroke your member. She puckered her lips and started to taunt you in a high-pitch voice.

“Fine, I’ll take it nice and slow, just don’t think about my perky nipples…”

“Ugh..”

“…Trapped under these massive silicone tits…”

“Oh come on!”

“They’re jammed in there so tight! Ohh, it’s so hot and I can feel them slipping against the suit since I’m so. Fucking. Sweaty.”

“Oh that’s it.”

She was laying on her back with her legs up and her slit right below your rod. You knew that this suit had a sheathe in each of her holes, and that she had lubricated it before she had started playing with you. With this in mind, you pulled your hips back. Your head dropped out of her hands and lined up directly with her pussy. With a hard thrust you forced your cock between her rubber lips and balls-deep into her silicone cunt.

“JESUS FUCKIN-MMPH!”

Forcing your hand over her mouth gave you some semblance of silence as you focused on the slick membrane that encased your engorged shaft. You bit your lower lip as your organs kneaded each other through the wet, hot rubber. You pulled out a little and felt the moaning in your palm faintly ease. When you jerked back inside, she yelped and her eyes bulged.

“My turn to torture you,” you hissed.

All she could do was stare and pathetically cry out into the fingers clamped over her mouth. You tensed every muscle you could feel as you delayed your own finish; long enough to thrust her to hers. Her eyes were clasped shut when she started to shriek from the mounting pleasure. Her tits bounced wildly: half from your hammering cock, and half from her orgasmic spasms. She pushed her hands against your chest and forced you to end the pounding that battered her womanhood from the other side of a rubber skinsuit. You barely held on long enough to shuffle over her. Still shaking, she beamed with joy as she her tongue passed her spit-shined lips, the perfect target for your pent-up seed. The juices of her fake pussy allowed your hand to effortlessly glide the length of your cock, and soon you shivered and exhaled with a groan. You spit cum onto her with each involuntary drive from deep in your groin. White semen flew from you, landing in her hair, across her forehead, down her cheeks, and into her caramel bust. She hummed softly as your legs gave out, and you fell onto the couch next to her. You lay there panting for an ecstatic eternity.

When you opened your eyes again, she was gingerly swirling your gift around her chest with her ladylike fingers. The red, rubber nails folded under the weight of her hand, and drew wet lines of cum across her chest like so many graceful paintbrushes. You threw your arm across her waist. Squeezing her through the bunched up latex dress, you filled the room with the sound of crackling rubber as you pulled her close. She was still playing with the sticky substance when she spoke.

“I expected a bit more…” She remarked half-sarcastically.

“Well… Maybe I only made it half the week before I jerked off… Into the anal sheathe… While watching the video you left me…”

“Tee-hee, I knew you couldn’t control yourself.”

“I was just curious what you put together-“

“Riiiight…” She mocked.

“-But once I saw our favorite porn-star, on your bed, in your favorite rubber outfit, fucking her molded asshole with the TV remote, I only had one real option. So I grabbed the lube and the toy and furiously rubbed one out.”

She giggled as you relayed your story.

“Well, this is still nice,” she assured you while wiping some sperm from her chin with a dainty fingertip, then licking it off seductively.

You noticed a crease in her cheek where you had muffled her. When you stood up, the aftermath of your play was more obvious. There were creases in the silicon on her face, torso and arms. Meanwhile, the seams on her shoulders had split, and her left eye was drooping, exposing your wife underneath. You couldn’t help laughing.

“Hahaha, I think the adhesive failed.”

She opened her phone camera, looked herself over, and cleaned the residual semen from herself. When she was done, she looked to you with crossed arms.

“I was hot when I got home, but I got right into this thing, and then you got right into me, so now I’m sweating so bad that the suit is sloughing off. Could you at least give me a hand?”

You bent over, gave her a kiss on the head, then plunged your hands under her plump breasts. The material squeaked as you unintentionally jiggled them against each other. Even in the slippery cleavage, you managed to find the break in her flesh, and as you pushed your fingers in, your wife’s pert tits slid between them. Every time you tried to get purchase, they slipped from your fingers, making the suit’s chest flop around as they dangled from her heaving chest. She really was slick with sweat, and steaming hot.

“Please get this thing off before we go again.”

The hint of urgency in your voice told you she was ready to go again. You spread your hands up her chest, and wrapped your fingers around the base of her neck. You lifted the mask with virtually no effort, crumpling and collapsing the visage of the adult actress as it rolled it up your wife’s face. You both loved the throaty sound of the thick, scrunched silicon, punctuated with a soft sucking noise.

Your wife was sitting in front of you, glistening with sweat. A wave of sable locks spilled onto her shoulders to perfectly frame her South Asian features. She had a look of mild disappointment on her face.

“The suit is supposed to keep me clean when I wear it...”

“Well, you’re either going get sweaty or coated in cum. Your call for round two.”

“True. Unless we fuck in the shower.”

“Works for me. You gonna take off the rest?”

“Nope, I’m putting the mask back on and washing everything at once, us included. I hope you can still help me out of this when I’m soapy and wet.”

“Shouldn’t be a problem.”

You helped her put her face back on, pinching and readjusting wherever it stuck to her. Her face still looked a little loose when you finished, so she walked into the bathroom and checked herself in the mirror. You remembered something as she poked at her mismatched cheeks.

“By the way… I don’t know what happened, but the TV remote smells like lube and the DVR still isn’t working right.”

She snickered quietly as she led you into the shower.

A Suitable Replacement

“Finn, please, stop this! Let me go!”

The distraught face of your wife almost convinced you to do it. She was pleading, bound in ropes and a latex outfit, and perched precariously on a stool in the center of your basement. You had come home from work just before Cat walked in. She ran upstairs to change and came down wearing fishnets, a latex top, and matching opera gloves. This surprise was the first thing that tipped you off that something wasn’t quite right with her. The two of you had been fighting non-stop for the last few days.

               “You’re not angry with me?” You had asked her cautiously while taking in her fetishistic form.

               “Water under the bridge…”

               Her response was punctuated with a cute smile. How had the argument about going through her phone become “water under the bridge” since last night? You had over heard her giggling while texting someone a few days ago. Then, you watched her nervously cancel a call while she was next to you on the couch. When the opportunity arose last night, you unlocked her phone. You were just about to open the messaging app when she walked back in. She screamed at you, and rightfully so, until you didn’t even have the confidence to confront her. After five years of happy marriage, you felt like it had come crumbling down in a matter of hours.

               The squirming form in front of you screeched again, bringing you back to the present.

               “Please… Finn. Let me out! Just pretend this never happened and we’ll go upstairs, we’ll watch a movie… Or just cuddle on the couch…”

               It was tempting, honestly. Whoever this was in front of you, they did a really decent job of playing Cat. She walked like her, talked like her, and looked exactly the same. Regardless, you answered curtly.

               “No,”

When she had brought you downstairs, you were cautiously optimistic that this had been a misunderstanding. Maybe she was just handling a personal matter. Still, the suddenly sweet attitude and her evasiveness were throwing you off. She went to your wall of sex toys and brought you rope to tie her up. You expertly bound her without a thought, because your mind was preoccupied by what was really going on. Then she slipped up.

               “Want to go get Chinese after this?”

               “Yeah, sure…” You were barely half listening.

               “How about you get teriyaki chicken, I’ll get shrimp lo-mein, and we’ll split half-and-half.”

               You kept tying, but you started staring daggers into the back of her head. You could point out the mistake, but a little voice told you not to.

               “That sounds great,” you mumbled distractedly. You were planning a follow-up to get to the heart of the situation as you knotted the rope around her ankles. You thought it up by the third loop around her shapely calf.

               “So, speaking of seafood, I was thinking that we should take a trip to New England this summer. Drive the coast, stop wherever we want. Between the beach, the people, and -most importantly- the food, I think we’d have a really nice time.”

               Normally you would be really animated with the prospect, so you hoped your nearly deadpan delivery wasn’t arousing suspicion.

               “Oh that’d be great! Where were you thinking?”

               “We should start in the south, maybe Maryland? Get some soft-shell crab-”

               “-And end with fresh lobster in Maine?! Oh, I love it!”

               That did it. Cat was deathly allergic to seafood. You still weren’t positive of what was going on, but you didn’t think that this was Cat talking to you. You decided to try another quick test while you finished binding this stranger in place.

               “I’ll bet there are some neat antiques in some of the thrift shops. All sorts of old navigational equipment and diving gear. I could finally start collecting stuff for that maritime themed study I want.”

               “Let’s do it! And let’s get one of those really weird paintings of ourselves on a dock, dressed like captains! Or a captain and your sexy first-mate!”

               You dropped your head in defeat as she beamed with glee, entirely unaware of the trap she had just sprung. Cat hated all of that. Every last detail of what you had just mentioned would’ve become their own prolonged argument about your “awful” sense of style. You stood up and moved in front of this woman, and her smiled died when she saw your face.

               “What’s wrong? Did I say something?”

There was more care in that sentence than you’d felt from Cat in the last nine months. The last time you could remember her acting this way was during your trip to her parents last month, but even then, it was only for appearances. The deathly silence that filled the house each night, tempered only by the late-night talk-show hosts babbling, had strangled your love. You sighed deeply before starting.

               “Who are you?” You asked, defeated.

               “What are y-“

“I said who the fuck are you?!”

               Had she not been tied to the stool, she probably would have fell backward at your outburst. Tears welled in her eyes, signaling that she had given up on the playing dumb routine. Before she could get a word in, you started explaining where she slipped.

               “Cat is deathly allergic to seafood. She hates New England because she had a bad vacation there once, and she utterly despises my interest in maritime history. None of your behavior since you got home-,” You corrected yourself, “-since you invaded my home… Has been consistent with the woman I share this house with. Now, you look like her, walk like her… You are Cat in everything except your…Her personality, if that leaves anything. So let’s not insult either of ourselves any further with this farce, and just put it all on the table.”

               Your mind caught up to the present. She finally stopped pleading as she realized how serious you were.

               “This should be a simple decision for you. You can tell me who you are, where Cat is, and why you look exactly like her, or I can call the police.”

               She still sat there, staring at you with your wife’s face, and a stranger’s eyes. This was the first time in over a year that you had seen real emotion in Cat’s face. It wasn’t anger that killed your marriage. It wasn’t screaming and fighting. It was when you both gave up. When you both stopped trying to fix things, however fruitless the attempts were, that was when it was over. Seeing emotion in her face, tortured and upset as it was, was filling an emptiness that you had been holding onto for too long. You were considering going about this “interrogation” a different way, but not before she at least admitted something… Anything.

               “Okay, I’m calling the police.”

               “And how would this look.”

               She hadn’t changed her expression or tone. She didn’t need to explain it, but she did anyway.

               “You have a woman tied up in fetish gear, in your basement, who is, by every conceivable superficial metric, your wife. The woman has her IDs, her clothes, her phone… She sounds like your wife and acts like her, and unless they knew Cat… Me… Intimately, they’d have no reason to believe otherwise. And here you are, trying to argue that this woman, who you restrained yourself, is in fact not your wife.”

               If there was one thing you knew, it’s when someone had you beat. Or at least, when lashing out would only tighten a noose that you might yet escape if you’re clever. You took a deep breath and approached this logically.

               “Well. “Cat”. What do you want?”

               “We’re going to do exactly what we were doing before I made that joke about ordering shrimp… You’re going to take advantage of me-,” She strained against the ropes for emphasis, “in this bound state, then we’re going to get Chinese, watch a movie, and go to sleep… In our bed.”

               You looked her up and down. If you followed through with her instructions, you could have as close to a normal, wonderful evening with your wife as you could remember. And if you didn’t, you’d likely be arrested, then placed in a mental health institution. You knew you were sane, but nobody else did. And in the scenario laid out, that’d be painfully clear. Besides, the alternate method that you were considering was to just let her play Cat, letting her slowly reveal her true identity over time.

               “Alright, fine.”

               In a moment her demeanor changed. She was sitting upright to improve her posture.

               “Good. Now, I don’t want to tell the torturer how to torture me, but you may want to get me a gag… You know how loud I get when you show me a good time.”

               She made a fake pouting face at you. Cat never screamed. She would make a few noises, but usually your sex was rather quiet. Even when you brought her into the ‘play-room’ she would take her punishment silently. After the first few months, she acted like this debauchery was a chore, even when she initiated it. You pulled a black ball gag off a peg and turned it over in your hand.

               “So you wouldn’t mind wearing this?”

               It had been in your wife’s mouth countless times before, but it sat there motionless through every kinky abuse. It was a useless dam for a flood of sound that never came.

               “No… Wait, have you been using it? Eww, does it have your gross germs all over it, ha-ha?”

               Her laughing was contagious. You’d forgotten the sound of Cat’s laughter, and at this point, this false approximation was close enough to make you a little happy. Actually, the more you listened, the closer it sounded to the real thing. You were so tired of coming home- no, this wasn’t a home- returning to the house, that you were more than willing to let yourself get lost in whatever was happening right now.

You approached her and held up the gag, and she snatched it from between your fingers with her teeth. She giggled at the inquisitive expression you gave her as you tightened the straps. With a slightly hesitant kiss on her head that made her mew, then a light slap on the cheek that made her gasp, you turned to your wall of toys and tools. You saw one that you wanted to try “again”. You turned around with a violet wand, and Cat purred. When you had first tried to use it on her, she said no, and that was that. This time she seemed a little more into it, so you brought it over. Her breasts were exposed and bound in front of her, so you turned the dial up a few notches, and after teasing her nipples with a little pinching, you moved the wand closer and…

        Nothing. No arcing, no noise, and Cat didn’t move. It took about five seconds for you to recognize that as real as this looked, this wasn’t Cat.

“Silicone skin?”

She gave you an ‘Oh, dammit’ smirk, even through the gag, so you went back to the plethora of options. In a moment you came back with nipple clamps, connected by a chain. Cat shrugged and let out an affirmative chirp. Even with the gag and the elephant in the room… Or rather, the stranger in the suit… This was some of the best communication you’d ever had during sex. You pinched her nipples and applied the clamps. When you let the chain hang freely, the nipples on the suit stretched, and the two of you snickered at the ridiculous scene. She shook a little, and the drooping “skin” swung back and forth, leaving the two of you hysterically laughing.

“This is too much fun,” you said once you caught your breath, and she muttered an “uh-huh” in response. You took the clamps off and finally decided to go all out. You turned around with two items: an inflatable dildo, and a cat-of-nine-tails that had a handle that doubled as another dildo. Cat bounced a little on her stool and let out a joyous squeal. You walked towards her and swung the leather strips over her breasts, but she barely reacted.

“I guess you’re a little insensitive in there. Well, I can always whip you harder.”

She nodded, so this time you gave your wrist a small flick at the end. You got louder noises from both her and the whip as it bit “flesh”.

“Harder?”

She nodded again. You really flicked your wrist, and there was a light slap sound, not a patter, as it made her breasts jiggle. She let out an eep, but you knew she could take a little more. A final crack of the whip, and you made sure that just the tips of the painful little appendages swatted her realistic skin. Cat let out a decent yelp, so you knew that that was the perfect strength. Now that you knew what to do, you stepped behind her.

Her arms were tied in a way that they covered the crack between her soft cheeks, so you helped her off the stool and leaned her forward. To your surprise, a large glass jewel stared you down.

“You naughty little slut, you’re already wearing your butt-plug.”

She giggled as you looked to the wall to see that Cat’s same plug was missing from the shelf. This particular toy had been part of a gift for some birthday or valentines long forgotten. How this woman had got it was an unnerving little question.

“Well, I guess that only leaves one spot for this.”

She let out a muffled “Uh-oh” as you brought the tip of the rubber cock to her mouth. With her leaning forward, there was enough spit dripping around the gag to thoroughly wet the toy. You pressed the molded head against her slit, and soon it gave. A few minutes of moaning and finessing, and the toy was buried deep inside the anonymous prisoner. This particular toy was remote controlled, so you stepped back and pressed a button, and watched as Cat squirmed and screamed as she was further filled by the expanding toy. You stopped, and released some air until she looked relieved, at which point the whip cracked across her exposed thighs. She winced and squeaked, just as you pressed the button again.

You continued the pattern of pleasure and pain until there was a decent puddle under her. You pressed the button a little extra this time, and she noticed, stamping her feet and rocking with frustration. You reached out, grabbed the plug’s base, and tugged, slowly but smoothly. You watched her arch backwards as the oversized head was pulled from her wet hole, releasing with a wet pop. She let out a long, low-pitched groan in relief. The hair draped over her eyes, so you couldn’t see her expression as you undid your pants. When they hit the floor, she looked up with an unmistakable smile and mascara running down her cheeks. She was at the perfect height on the stool, so you stepped forward and carefully slid right into her slick cunt.

You had a flashback to your first, rather enjoyable session in this room. You and Cat were still happy, and before you even got to tie her up, you two had started making out until she slipped you inside her, her ball gag hanging uselessly around her neck. She had just started using the pill again, so feeling her sex on your shaft was wonderful and memorable. You realized that the ‘Cat’ currently tied in your basement felt almost exactly the same. Your cock traced the same features and textures as your churned inside her. You had no idea how this woman did it, but you didn’t care. After a minute, you pulled her into your chest and reached behind to pop the plug out of her rear. In its place, you inserted the handle of the whip, and proceeded to penetrate both of her rubber holes with each thrust. A rising tension made your muscles taught as a climax rocked your body. Her bound form was left squirming and dripping as you finished inside her. You took her gag off once she calmed down a bit.

 “So now what? Round 2?” Regardless of how wonderful that was, you knew this was still her game.

“No, silly… We said food, then a movie, then bed. Is that still alright?”

“Yeah… That’s great,” Your agreement was genuine. You couldn’t remember the last time someone asked you for your opinion in this house. You untied her, and remembered to kiss her on the cheek before letting her go. She strutted over to the wardrobe in the corner and opened it. She flipped through the skimpy latex outfits quickly, like she knew them by heart and just needed the one she was thinking of. In a moment she found it and pulled out Cat’s black latex bathrobe. The fabric looked like a liquid void as she draped it over her shoulders.

“Ready?”

You nodded

……….

She was lying in your arms on the couch. You both started giggling again at the thought of the kid who delivered your food. You had dared Cat to answer the door in her rubber garb, and in an instant she was up and turning the doorknob. The college-age girl stared at Cat, then her shoes, as she simultaneously blushed, handed over the food, and recited the order and total. Maybe the large tip would help her get over it, but not until she recovered from Cat seductively rooting around her cleavage for cash.

You started a classic horror movie and set the remote down as opening credits flashed in the dark room. You rested your hand on the couch, but Cat took it and put it on her chest, holding it there with her gloved hands. You were in bliss. You were watching a movie, spooning the ideal version of your wife, and she was casually wearing fetish lingerie. This was the perfect Friday. As cheerleaders were systematically mutilated by a hacksaw wielding psycho on the screen, the two of you paid each other increasingly more attention than the film. By the time the final girl seemingly finished-off the big-bad, the two of you were enthusiastically grinding and groping. And by the time the post-credits cliché finished (revealing that the murderer wasn’t dead, and setting up the first of seven sequels), you two sprinted upstairs. She threw herself onto the bed and flipped onto her back just in time for you to carefully land between her legs. You exposed her breasts and motorboated them for a laugh. She wrapped her arms around your head and for a moment there wasn’t a trouble in the world. She guided you up to her lips and you passionately kissed. She held onto you and rolled, straddling you with her synthetically layered body.

“Perfect Friday, right?” She smiled.

“Perfect… Are we gonna do it again sometime?” You were transparently testing the waters.

“I’m your wife, of course we’re going to do this again, unless you’re seeing someone else?”

Her serious look made you nervous.

“Absolutely not, I’m a married man, after all.”

She smiled and lay down on your chest.

“Good. Because I’m here for you now.”

“Not that I mind, but why are you here? I mean, won’t the real Cat be coming home at some point?”

“No.”

Her answer made you shiver. What the hell had she done with your wife (besides become her)?

“Why… Why not?”

“She just won’t, can we drop it?”

“No, we can’t drop it. Where’s my real wife? Cat- Whatever your name is- Where? Tell me!”

She didn’t move, even as you raised your voice. Instead, her body heaved a little as she sobbed.

“She’s gone,” She managed to croak while she gripped you tighter. An icy sensation travelled up your back and into your chest.

“What do you mean gone? What did you do?” You tried to stay calm in an attempt to drag more from her quivering lips.

“I didn’t do anything. She’s just gone.”

“Why?!”

She propped herself up and screamed in your face:

“She left you!”

“What… What are you… What?” You couldn’t form a complete thought.

“She left. Last night. After the fight she stayed up on her phone all night, texting someone. This morning she faked leaving for work, waited until you left the house as usual, then came back. She packed and left with Eli.”

“Who’s Eli?”

“The man your wife has been texting.”

“How do you know all of this?”

“Because he’s my husband.”

This was a lot of information to take in, so you sat quietly until she stopped crying long enough to continue. You were absentmindedly petting her hair by the time she spoke again.

“About a month ago I realized he was cheating on me. I work for the FBI, cyber-crimes, so monitoring them was easy. I read texts, watched video feeds… I even staked out their hotel room. I watched how happy they made each other, and I didn’t want to lose Eli, so instead of trying to confront him, I decided that I’d get his attention. I thought that if I could get him to see me the way he sees Cat, I could win him back.”

You were starting to follow along.

“So you got this?” You gestured to her body, and she nodded.

“I added this bodysuit to a requisition form for an undercover investigation, smuggled it out, and started practicing. I was getting better every day. Her voice, her routine. Letting them continue was excruciating, but I needed more time, more info about Cat. But last night he left to make the final preparations for their trip, and this morning they ran away. I cried for hours… Until I got an idea. I had followed her here a few times. I even broke in a few times while you were both working over the last few weeks.”

“How did you get every detail so perfect? I mean, even your v-“, She interrupted you.

“We’re very good at what we do.”

Things were starting to make logical sense, but it was still nauseatingly weird. She continued.

“Every time I observed you two, I’d see you. I’d see you trying to salvage your failing relationship in some new way.”

You fought your tears even as hers were hitting your chest with a constant rhythm.

“I saw a handsome and kind man who didn’t deserve this, so when I saw the opportunity to save you from this pain, and alleviate my own, I took it. I wish it had worked. I wish you weren’t looking at me like a stranger. I just don’t want to be alone, and I don’t want you to be alone either. We at least deserve that, don’t we?”

She fell onto your chest, sobbing silently. Cat’s body no longer deceived you: this was not your wife. This was a stranger, so utterly insecure and committed to saving her marriage that she broke countless laws and sacrificed her identity in the attempt. Even after all that, when she failed, she pulled herself together and resourcefully did the best she could with the cards dealt. You were entirely aware of all of this, of the insanity this woman performed, and yet you put your arms around her. She finally let the sounds of anguish rise from her chest as you held her tight: tighter than you’d ever held the woman you married. An eternity passed as the two of you began your process of mourning, but by the time the sharp pain of betrayal had given way to a dull soreness, you had found words to express yourself.

“Thank you.”

She looked at you in shock. Of all the emotions for you to feel, the best she had hoped for was a pure, physical lust for your wife’s body, born of spite and pain. She hadn’t even entertained the thought that you’d be grateful.

“What? I’ve… I’ve broken into your home, spied on both of you. I’ve stolen from you, deceived you, forced you into sex and now told you that your wife has eloped with my husband after months of adultery. How can you be thankful for this?”

“Firstly,” You explained calmly. “You didn’t force me into anything I didn’t want. This night has been the nicest thing I’ve had in a long time”

Cat looked slightly less shocked and more saddened.

“And secondly, I’m grateful because now we can make our own happiness, if you’re willing.”

In half an instant, she grabbed your cheeks and kissed you. You both tasted the salt of sorrow between your lips. You had to pull away for a moment.

“I want to make this work, I do, but there’s two big things that we should get out of the way.”

Cat’s red, glassy eyes stared longingly into yours and her lip quivered with each choppy, apprehensive breath. She nodded.

“Okay,” she shakily whispered.

“First, do you want me to become Eli?”

She smiled immediately. You had no idea who this man was, but if this woman would be Cat for you, you felt obligated to return the favor.

“Ha! No… No. I’ll need some time to heal from how he hurt me and seeing him like nothing happened won’t fix that.”

You were secretly relieved; acting was never your strong suit.

“And besides, this last month… I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Your body, your face… Your beard. Some nights, I had this gut feeling that my plan would fail. I didn’t think I’d be able to keep my husband. So I would think of you. When he was away, late at night, I would get into bed, and I would imagine you. It was innocent at first. I’d imagine the two of us like we were tonight: watching movies and lying on the couch. Then the thoughts got more… Carnal. You were the thought that warmed me during the coldest, loneliest nights. I sprayed your cologne on one of your shirts and stole it one day when I broke in. I wanted to hold something that was yours when I thought of you. I could smell you as I imagined you filling me; loving me the way I needed as I made you feel like a man-ohh.”

She was rubbing herself against you. In a moment you had her on her back, lips locked. You separated for a short moment to whisper in her ear.

“The second thing… show me the real you…”

She froze for a moment, even as you continued suckling her neck. Slowly, she started to speak.

“Are you sure? Cat can stay. I can be Cat for the rest of our marriage, if you like. I’d have to leave on occasion to show people from my old life that I’m not dead, but that’s a short list of family members and a handful of friends-”

You cut her off.

“No, you have a life that you need to learn to live, without him. If you want me in it, I’d love to be there, but you need to heal on your own, too.”

She stared blankly at your chest.

“I’d rather be Cat.”

The silence broke a minute later when you came to a compromise.

“How about, you play Cat half the time you’re with me, and the rest, you’re yourself. That way I can still bring my “wife” to work events?”

“No. I want to be Cat. And you’re going to let me.”

“I can’t let you make yourself disappear. I can’t let today erase…Uh...”

“Amelia.”

What a beautiful name.

“…Amelia. She has to find her new life. Her happiness”

She thought it over.

“How about I play Cat, most of the time, but slowly you’ll get to meet your new wife, Amelia?”

The determination in her eyes told you that one, she was probably a great agent and two, that this was the best deal you were going to get tonight. Well, almost the best:

“Deal, on the condition that I see Amelia right now.”

“Deal, but you only get to see her when we’re in the dungeon.”

You nodded and the shadow of your wife took you by the hand and led you down two flights of steps and sat on the stool again.

“Would you like to start?” She offered.

“No, I want to watch this.”

“Actually, tie me up again.”

“Why?” You were hesitant.

“Let’s have some fun. Same way as before, if you can.”

Her taunt pushed you to action, and in a few moments, she was tied up, without the gag.

“So now wh-“

“No! Finn, stop! It’s me, I swear!”

Her cries made you jump. It took another plea to catch onto her game.

“I’m your wife! I’m Cat! Just please, let me go! You have to believe me…”

You let out the slightest of chuckles as you recognized your cue.

“I don’t know who the fuck you are, but I’m going to find out.”

“It’s me, I’m Cat, I swear! Just don’t do anything to me, don’t hurt me…”

“I’m not gonna hurt you, but I am gonna find out who’s under there.”

“No, please! I-“

Your hand caught the word as it tried to leave her mouth. You held her with one hand as the other started exploring… Testing the defenses of her stolen identity. She shrieked into your palm when you pinched her thigh, but a light slap of her exposed breasts and she quieted down with a pitiful moan. You cradled her neck in your hand, poking at her closed mouth with your thumbs.

“Oh, there it is… The crack in the facade. Cat’s perfect lips are looking a little loose.”

She tried to turn away, but you had a hold of her. You forced your fingers under the glossy “skin”, and found another pair of lips, as you expected. You pinched and tugged at the rubber.

“How much do these stretch? Do I even have to take the mask off you?”

Her silent struggling answered your question. You pulled the edge down, until Cat’s lips wrapped around under Amelia’s chin. The kinky introvert was shedding the safety of her skin. She protested still.

“Finn, just put it back, we can pretend that this never happened. Just let me be Cat.”

You ignored her again. Your finger glided beneath the face of your wife, and the clear impression of an index finger pulled her upper lip until it snagged on Amelia’s nose, revealing half the face of tonight’s intruder. Before she could get a word out, you forced your mouth to hers, but resisted in a continuance of her act. You were impressed by her devotion, but this deserved a true punishment. In a moment your hands were inside Cat’s gaping mouth and caressing Amelia’s face. The sounds and smells of distressed silicone accompanied the odd sight of Cat’s face crumpling and stretching back to reveal Amelia.

A mop of shoulder-length, dirty blonde hair appeared from Cat’s mouth. The rosy lips slid down the cute face of Amelia, her cheeks red and shiny from sweating in the suit. Her mascara streaking down her face. She was younger than you expected, still mid-twenties instead of Cat’s 29. She had a European look, maybe German. Her lips were a natural pink, and her makeup was lightly done. Her look and the expression on her face exuded a sense of confidence. She knew that she was beautiful, she didn’t need makeup to do more than highlight her eyes. The room was silent, save the heavy breathing as you stared at each other.

“Well. What do you think?” She finally asked

               Instead of answering you kissed her. Even tied up, she tried to force your bodies closer to each other. When you finally pulled back, she tried to return to the improv session.

               “Finn, just put my mask back on, then we ca-“

               “Hey, stop that. I’m all for roleplay, but I just want to… Take this in.”

               Her fake fear became a slightly embarrassed grin. Connecting a face with the woman that played your wife was a surreal occasion, but her care for you was apparent. The rest of her body was unfortunately Cat’s, but you decided to change that.

               “Come on, I want to see you… All of you.”

               “Well, try my waist.”

               You pulled her onto her feet, untied her arms, and got on your knees. Your hands felt around every inch of your wife’s hips and butt, but you didn’t care for Cat’s curves. Once you undid the clasps on her garter belt, you clawed at her flesh a bit, raking your nails down her midriff as she ran her gloved fingers through your hair. When your fingertips snagged on something, she pulled your head into the crease between her thighs. You could still smell hints of latex and silicon through the scent of Amelia. You pushed your fingers upward, but she grabbed your wrists.

               “Are you sure? I can still just put the mask back on.”

               Instead of answering, you pushed further. You stood up and watched Cat’s skin roll up like a t-shirt as you pulled it up to Amelia’s chest. The sounds of the thick, synthetic skin were heavier and deeper than the sharp crackling of latex clothes, and you loved it. Amelia looked at you as you started pulling the wrinkled rubber over her head. Once the inside-out skin of your wife was hanging from Amelia’s hands, you looked her over. A black corset and red latex catsuit wrapped around the fit form in front of you. The rubber hugged the muscles that her job required, but tonight they were going to be used to ride you. She covered her chest in a moment of modesty, but in another moment, she had her arms around you as you felt her body. Even through the catsuit, you could feel the shallow cuts of modest muscle as you squeezed and traced her unique curves for the first time. You weren’t satisfied. In seconds you were ripping the false skin of Cat off Amelia’s legs like leggings, to her protest.

               “Careful, Finn.”

               “No.”

               You left no room for argument as you yanked the last of Cat from your new partner. Amelia had to hold your shoulder to steady herself as you freed her from your wife. Cat’s heels clattered away and her hollow toes released their hold on Amelia’s with a quiet sucking sounds, revealing that her entire body was encased in latex, minus her head and hands. Finally, she stood before you in her full grandeur. Her hands were perched on her hips and her confident stance made your heart race.

               “Well, since you were so anxious to expose it, does my body meet your expectations?”

               “It’s like I’m dreaming. You’re beautiful, inside and out. You want me. And you’re wrapped in rubber.”

               With that, she was on you. She undid the zippers between each of your legs, and soon you felt your hard cock slip into her hot, slippery cunt. The latex suit stuck to your fingers but glided over her sweaty curves as you grabbed, squeezed, pinched and rubbed her every inch of her writhing form. Her buttocks battered and ground against your crotch as she engulfed and ejected your cock with an energy you’d never experienced before. The color in her cheeks matched the suit she wore as she propped herself over you.

               “Oh, fuck. Finn… Fuck me… Oh dammit… I love you.”

               You didn’t even have time to react to her last cry as your shivering forms shared an orgasm. Your body tensed in rhythmic pulses, ejaculating in waves as her shuddering form collapsed onto you. You spasmed on the floor as hot fluids formed a puddle between your legs. Even though you were hot sweaty messes, neither of you would be the first to let go of the other.

               “Oh, shit Finn. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that, I-“

               “I think I love you too.”

               Her fingers dug into your neck so deep they hurt a little as she tightened her grip, but you wanted it. You wanted to feel needed, and you returned the feeling.

…

Three weeks later you were walking in the door to your home. You’d just returned from an impressive company party, with Cat’s lovely form still hanging off your arm. You barely made it into your bed without stopping to fuck on one of the many suitable surfaces along the way. You dropped your pants just as her beautiful, nude form beat you onto your bed.

               “How did I do?”

               “You were Cat. I couldn’t even tell the difference. It was incredible to watch.”

               “Good, but now you have to see a little bit of me.”

               “And what bit is that?”

               She grinned knowingly and reached between her bare legs. With a light pull, her lower lips separated, and you could see where the red latex of Amelia’s condom-suit disappeared into her tight hole.

               “Oh, that bit. Well, let me just…”

You jumped onto her, and turned her laughing into a shrill moan as you consummated your marriage with your new wife with a deep, passionate thrust.