1. The demonstration

 

The large detached house was one of many situated on its own small mini-estate, in a private gated community. The property was tucked away on the north side of Barnet – one of the smartest districts in North London. Terry steered his Jaguar through high gates and up to the house, where he pulled up in a gravel parking area, just beyond the front door.

A smartly dressed butler answered the door and held it open to allow him entry into an impressive, marble tiled entrance hall.

“Ah Terry, there you are. I thought you weren’t going to show,” joked his old friend, Carl Perkins, as he emerged from one of the reception rooms. “You remembered your way?”

“Yes, no problem. Traffic was light, thank god!”

Terry strode up to Carl and shook him by the hand, while the elderly butler helped him off with his coat. The two men moved through into the sumptuously furnished sitting room, which looked very different from his last visit.

“Take a seat,” Carl said, pointing at a long leather sofa, while he seated himself opposite Terry, in a matching easy chair.

“This is very impressive, Carl,” observed Terry, drinking in the lush Art Deco design of the room. “When did you have the decorators in?”

Terry placed a hand on the seat as he sat down and was surprised to discover that the surface was rubber, not leather! The heady aroma instantly filtered up and assaulted his senses.

“Oh, they’ve just finished,” his host replied and then noticing his curiosity. “Yes its rubber. Amazing, don’t you think?”

Terry glanced around the room and noticed several other items that could also be made from rubber, which instantly piqued his interest.

“I told you on the phone to expect some surprises Terry,” his old friend exclaimed, with a roguish look on his face.

Terry had known Carl since they were at university together. Both men were from privileged backgrounds, were the same age, and shared the same tastes in women and hell-raising. The two men had so much in common that their strong friendship had lasted till the present day.

Carl’s father was German, while his mother American. He had inherited a strong Germanic appearance, with thick blond hair, an angular face and full, wide lips. However, Terry suspected that his grey eyes and modest nose, which gave him a harder edge, were from his mother’s side.

He was a large brute of a man, with a barrel chest and solid square shoulders. He wasn’t as tall as Terry, but he more than made up for his lack of height with a solid physique.

Terry had gone on to make his fortune in retail, with a string of lingerie shops, while Carl had made his fortune in shipping. The two men had met for drinks a week earlier and the topic of young wives had cropped up. One double scotch led to another and Terry soon found himself telling Carl about some of the problems he was having with his wife Jenny.

She was only 25, twenty years his junior, and after 2 years of marriage he hadn’t been able to break her frigid character down, leaving the marriage decidedly on the rocks.

Carl had immediately shown an interest in Terry’s souring relationship with Jenny and her flawed character. The German told him that he knew a private clinic that could solve his marital difficulties, providing he took an open mind on the subject of Holistic therapy.

Because of the sensitive nature of their treatment, Carl explained, the doctors had formed a secretive club that could only be accessed after a strict vetting process. Terry had laughed, but when he saw that his old friend was serious, he agreed to be considered for a membership to the mystery club.

After only 3 days, Carl had phoned him and set up the meeting he was now attending, in the hope of finding out more details. His friend picked up a silver bell from his side table and shook it. It produced a loud musical ringing that was quite pleasant on the ear. How very decadent, he thought, glancing around to see who would respond.

There was a brief pause before the butler appeared and walked over to Carl.

“Colin, tell Marlene our guest is here and to prepare herself for a triple penetration.”

Terry’s eyes widened at the idea of witnessing his friend’s wife being penetrated while he was present. What on earth was he going to get her to do? he wondered. The butler, wearing a dark green jacket, hurried away to deliver the instructions.

“I had a very similar problem to yours, Terry,” Carl admitted. “You’ve met my wife Marlene a couple of times, so you probably knew I was having problems.”

“No, not really. Looks can be deceiving.”

“Not in Marlene’s case. She’s like your Jenny. Her appetite for sex faded fast after the honeymoon.”

“We’re both very unlucky.”

 “Well, she’s a very different girl after a couple of day’s treatment at the clinic, where I’m suggesting you take Jenny. Be prepared for a shock!”

Terry, hearing movement behind him, turned and did indeed get a massive shock. Marlene, wearing one of the kinkiest outfits he had ever seen had just entered the room. The young woman was dressed from head to foot in shiny black latex. A long rubber corset tightly encased her torso and had been drawn in at the waist to produce the perfect hourglass figure.

The boned garment had an additional section of soft filmy latex that snuggly gripped her hips, but flared out like a short skater skirt. However, it wasn’t long enough to hide Marlene’s cute denuded vulva. Her peeping dimple with its dipping cleft, disappeared enticingly under and into her secretive heart shaped thigh tunnel.

The corset had narrow half cups, which lifted the girl’s generous ‘C’ cups, giving them an aggressive, thrusting appearance. Marlene’s huge strawberry areolas and cherry-pip nipples stood out proudly. From the look of her swollen nubs, Terry guessed that they had recently come in for a lot of attention.

The skirt hardly covered her shapely butt cheeks, especially as the filmy material seemed to have a mind of its own as she sashayed her way around the furniture. A high posture collar with ‘D’ rings was secured around her neck and looked extremely uncomfortable, as did the ring gag she was wearing. The girl’s long black hair flowed through the thick rubber straps and fell around her shoulders.

Marlene’s legs were encased in black latex stockings They had decorative red rings around their tops, where they gripped her upper thighs, leaving just 6 inches of soft, naked thigh on show. To complete the outfit she was wearing black latex gloves and ankle boots, with four inch stiletto heels.

Carl’s young wife was caught in two minds when she stopped midway between her husband and Terry, feet slightly parted, upper thighs barely touching. Her eyes darted from one to the other as though she was trying to make her mind up, or was waiting for one of them to give her an instruction?

Her right hand left her hip and wandered across to the swell of her vulva, whereupon she felt for her cleft with a single latex clad digit. Terry glanced at his friend only to see a large grin on his face, as though he was enjoying his wife’s discomfort; but he remained silent as though he was expecting a performance from the pretty young woman.

The moment Marlene widened her stance her labia opened to reveal a spectacular line of meaty inners. She then reached down, obstructing Terry’s view for a moment, and gripped her clitoral ridge and hood with her latex clad fingers. He had to adjust his clothing when she began furiously stretching and rubbing her glistening cunt, while becoming more and more excited.

Terry didn’t know where to look. After all, the girl was Carl’s wife! He had shared whores with the guy on a couple of occasions, but sitting with him while his wife masturbated herself was an entirely different matter! The moment she started to moan loudly his friend called a halt to her activities.

“Marlene, stop masturbating and come and take care of your master’s needs. Our guest will take care of yours.” He spoke in a brusque manner and she immediately abandoned her desperate mission to satisfy herself.

Terry drew his breath in when Marlene turned to face Carl, shuffled her boots a couple of feet apart and bent forward at the waist. She then reached out and opened his fly, obviously intending to hoist his cock out into the open.

Terry turned his attention to the amazing visage of her naked posterior stretched wide open in all its glory. The twin globes of her ample peach were crisscrossed with both fresh and old stripes and welts, denoting that she had received many sessions of chastisement.

“Take a good gander Terry,” urged his friend.

Terry was indeed taking a good look. His eyes had moved from his wife’s bruised flesh to her deep, delicate pearly-white butt valley, her anal star and smooth distended labium folds, which were thrusting back between her upper thighs, due to her bent stance.

Two features of her thick maroon labia stood out. Firstly, her meaty ridge and secondly the stub end of a black dildo was just visible in the fleshy portal a couple of inches below her anus.

Marlene had finally extricated Terry’s cock from his pants, enabling it to stand like a rocket ship ready to launch. His young wife gripped it with both hands, but there was still six inches of his monster shaft straining above her latex covered fingers. She seemed to be waiting for an order to lower her ringed mouth onto his cock, but remained perfectly still, in what looked like a rehearsed stance.

“Terry, what can I offer you, cunt? Anal? Or would you like to use her mouth?” He laughed merrily, genuinely offering Terry the choice.

The friends had shared many girls together in their university days, where there was a never-ending supply of willing threesome participants. However, his friend was offering his wife’s body to him, which he found difficult to get his head around.

He remembered Marlene as she was when he and Jenny had met the couple on several occasions for meals and other social occasions. She had always struck him as being demure and cultured, so it was quite a shock to see her acting like a street hooker.

“Um, Carl, I’m not sure if…” He stammered.

The very sight of her lewd posture had given him the mother of all boners and it was a shame to waste the opportunity being offered to him.

“Go on, Terry. Pull the dildo out and stick it in her ass for safe keeping!” His friend urged and then added. “She much prefers the real thing in her quim!”

Terry climbed to his feet and gingerly placed his left hand on her warm orb. She had a lovely ass – firm and rounded – which made it impossible to refuse his friend’s offer. So, carefully working his fingers in between Marlene’s slippery inner lips, he tried to grasp the phallus. It took him several attempts, before finally getting a grip and pulling it free from her gushing orifice.

The dildo was shaped, so that its bulbous head was larger in diameter than its base, making it uncomfortable to insert and extract, but easier to retain in the vagina. Terry held it up to show his friend, who nodded enthusiastically.

“Go on, don’t be shy, she’ll love it,” he urged.

His wife was also nodding. Nodding up and down on Carl’s cock, and from the depths of her lunges, he thought she was taking the full ten inches into her throat. Turning his attention back to her anus, Terry offered up the slimy silicone cock to her anal whorl and was surprised when it easily slipped through the tight muscles of the rim. He left about half of an inch protruding and then released his own eager weapon.

Piercing her sizzling cunt was the easiest entrance he had ever made and as he gripped her hips and picked up speed, he was certain that she was whimpering with unbridled pleasure.

Terry felt the young woman judder through several orgasms and whenever her head had lifted far enough to gasp some air, she moaned expansively. The situation brought back memories of their university days, when the two men had experienced many similar situations.

Having pumped his seed deep into her cervix, Terry withdrew and made to return to his seat.

“Hold on pal, she’ll clean you up,” exclaimed his friend, who was just putting his own tackle away.

Marlene, turned quickly and dropped to her knees, surprising Terry. He looked up at his friend, who was smiling and nodding at him. Then his friend’s young wife began lolly-popping him vigorously, while gripping his balls and cock with her latex gloved hands.

Slowly, as her hands and mouth got to work, his cock returned to its original granite-like stature. Marlene was on a mission, for when she had pushed the ring of her gag up and down his shaft a few times, allowing him to feel the grip of her throat, she pushed him back onto the sofa.

As he fell backward, he used his hands to cushion his fall, so was unable to stop Marlene from jumping onto his lap. In a trice, the young woman had pushed her knees forward, besides his hips, grabbed his cock again and lifted her butt, so that she could steer her sodden quim onto his flagpole-like cock.

Terry quickly recovered his equilibrium and relaxed into the soft latex covered cushioning. Marlene grabbed his shoulders and began riding him for all she was worth; and looked to be thoroughly enjoying the experience. It gave Terry the chance to enjoy watching her tits bounce and the girl concentrating on getting the maximum amount of pleasure out of the fuck.

Once he had ejaculated for a second time and lost his rigidity, she dismounted and stood up between the two men.

“Marlene, go and clean yourself and fetch us the tray of drinks I prepared earlier,” he instructed the rubber clad young woman.

She dutifully hurried away into the hall having remained silent, apart from a few moans, during the entire performance.

“So Terry, what do you think?” he asked with raised eyebrows.

“Pretty fucking amazing!” Terry gasped. “I can’t believe she’s the same girl!”

“I know. Two days at the Rubber Clinic and this is the result. As you say, pretty fucking amazing!” observed his host. “I dropped her off at the clinic and picked her up two days later. Provided I keep up the medication, I have the perfect little sex doll, whose sole desire, to put it crudely, is to ride as much cock as she can get.”

He took a card out of his pocket and handed it to Terry.

“She likes a good thrashing too!” he added as an afterthought.

Terry examined the card and read the legend.

FIT 2 BURST

Clark & John Hamm.

Holistic treatments and Fitness solutions.

“No mention of rubber here,” Terry observed.

“No of course not,” replied his friend. “It’s a private club for members who have put their partners through the treatment. Clark Hamm will explain everything. On the back of the card is your appointment. I highly recommended you, so the brothers will welcome you with open arms.”

Terry flipped the card over, noticing the appointment was set for two days’ time. He immediately began to work out in his mind his explanation to Jenny for their visit to the brother’s fitness centre.

If it was possible to change Carl’s timid and introverted young wife into a rampant sex slut using their Holistic treatment, then he thought, it should be just as easy to transform his own wife, Jenny.