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.