Nikita's husband has his way

"You need to wear this!"

I like to be in control. So when Nikita passed me a blindfold, I was a little apprehensive. But the plastic sliding across my balls and bumhole made me more than willing. Her husband was out. And Nikita had wrote what her fingers and mouth could do. Now, I wanted her kinky texts in flesh.
I was wearing my red Polka dots PVC panties and my cock tightened the plastic as she helped me with the blindfold. All I could think about was her puffy, wet promised pussy. I wanted to taste her so bad the musk was palpable from my fantasies. I had it all. The long planned weekend in Denmark and Nikita in PVC. She creaked as the plastic, not yet supple with body heat, stretched over her gorgeous body. The black zip-fronted crop top could barely contain her tits. Her hot pants moulded to form her camel toe. Her arse and pussy shone in that kinky plastic. I was guided to lay down on their marital bed. The sheets smelled floral and fresh from just being washed. I lay back, blind-folded in anticipation, on their plumped up pillows.
My keen senses were already working over-time.in fact, they were heightened from my enforced blindness; we rely too much on our eyes. My chest thumped as my blood raced. The bed creaked as she noise of plastic pulled over her busy figure. She rolled her fingertips over my pierced nipples. She nipped and flicked those swollen buds like a musical instrument. Then she rubbed my stomach as I stroked her silky thigh. I wanted her tits more than life. She traced her fingernails towards my stretched PVC bulge. I feared I'd explode as my nostrils flared; my nose sucking up those sweet smells of perfume and warming plastic.
'Oh! How I dreamed of Nikita. Nikita! Plastic Goddess.' My cock was wet against my kinky knickers. It slid against the buttery smooth material, shiny with wet expectations. I could feel her hands tremble as she caressed that smoothest of bulges. Then my brow furrowed as she rocked back in laughter. I pulled my blindfold off.
It was fucking Hunter! I thought he was going to deck me. I reached for my jeans but he was already all over my cock. "No! No - you dirty cunt. These panties are clean on." Nikita forced her weight on my chest as her husband's hand reached inside my spotted red knickers. "Stop! Stop it, you dirty bastard. Oh fuck!" I know why he was called Hunter. He was all guns blazing and going for the kill. My angst turned to pleasure as he cupped my swollen balls.
I was on the edge of orgasm as Nikita sat on my chest; her arse tight in her noisy hot pants. She was clearly enjoying my submission as Hunter wanked me sharp. She squealed with delight as I erupted into his mouth. My sticky jism dribbling from his lips.
Then she lay back as I caught my breath. Her shoulders against me, she pulled her PVC aside so that we were both offered to him. Her crop top unzipped and slapped against my sides. Hunter pulled his hard cock from his red satin knickers. He rubbed his manhood against her plastic clothed pubis. Then he entered her until her love juices lubricated my arsehole. I played with her gorgeous tits and focused on her pert nipples. Her PVC squirmed on my chest. Who came first? I don't recall. But the smells of sex pierced my nostrils. There was pussy juice and spunk raining on sweaty plastics and sweat sodden, smooth satin.
My first weekend in Denmark would not be my last. The couple had a whole range of kinky dress-up to explore. I felt satiated and promised to return again soon.


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