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.