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.