"She she held out a pair of pale yellow thong knickers and matchingbalconette bra."You are wearing your full adhesive forms today, aren't you?" she as...ed."Yes," I said, "but they will show over the top of that bra." Don't worry, it won't matter!"As soon as I touched the underwear I found it was made of very shinypale yellow latex!"She's been in the "His" wardrobe!" I gasped.Cindy gave me a quizzical look."The "His" wardrobe! It's where she puts all my latex clothes," Iexplained."All," exclaimed. "I want you to stroke Stephen's cock. Touch it like you touch mine."Angela did as she was told, and ran her hands up and down Stephen's shaft as he reached around his wife and played with my wife's boobs. I could feel her knuckles on my cock as she stroked him. Angela pulled away from Emily and whispered into her ear."Touch my husband's cock while I play with Stephen..."Now Stephen and I were each caressing the other man's wife, while they stroked our dicks under the hot water. Then they. Aimee grabbed the money, then started back towards the pizza guy. As she got there, she held out the money for the guy, saying, Here you go, and as she did so, the towel slipped away, leaving my wife standing naked in front of this guy who was at least 12 years younger than she was. I heard her squeal, as if it had been an accident, and she bent down to get the towel, lifting it up to cover her body. I couldnt make out the guys face, but I could tell he was stunned and was staring at her. Im. Demure and little more than pleasant, she seldom attracted a second glance. She was dusky, not very tall, with silky, dark hair cut short and bound in a high pony tail by an ordinary rubber band. She was dressed sedately in a shalvar-kurta ensemble, with a light chiffon dupatta spread over her torso and knotted behind her back. She wore no makeup or jewellery, except a thin black thread with an amulet around her neck. She sprawled beneath him, panting and sweating from her sexual exertions,.