“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.
