I was sitting in my dimly lit cubical working at my computer. The glow of dancing colors shifting as I work. The phone rings.

"Hello?" I said in a neutral tone."

"Hi lover..." Came the sensious voice from the other end of the line.

My voice suddenly becomes soft and low as I talk to my wife, even as my office mates walk back and forth behind me and the cubicals around me are also occupied with listening ears.

"Hi."

"Listen, I know you can't talk much at work, and certainly not like I want to talk right now, but ummmmmm, don't work late tonight. I have a supprise..."

"I'll be home at he usual time." A supprise, I thought to myself.

"Wonderful. I look forward to you cumming... home." She teased.

"It's too bad I cant't take off early."

"Now we wouldn't want you to cum, early, now would we."

I smiled to myself. "Nooo..."

"Chow lover."

"Bye."

I love it when my wife does that. Calls me at work and says "I have a supprise...". She could have all kinds of things in store for us. We love costumes and roleplaying and she comes up with all kinds of `situations' for us to act out. Usually we don't need to leave house, sometimes we go into the backyard or out to dinner or a bar somewhere. I never know what will happen until I get home. Her `supprise' phone calls always produce a buldge in my pants that last the rest of the day and it becomes diffucult to focus on work wondering about what she has in store.

One time, and I know she got the idea from reading some erotic story on the net, she managed to contact a lycra fetish group and organized a small party in a hotel room. It was for my birthday and their were maybe twenty people, all in skin tight lycra catsuits from head to foot. Only the eyes of each person were visable. Everybody was touchy-feely all night. I don't think anyone got out of that hotel room without a stain in the crouch. Some much larger than others. It was great fun because we didn't know anyone in the room and at first we felt a little nervous but once we warmed up we became very uninhibited. And we certainly weren't, and would never be, unfaithful to each other by making love to someone else. Since then, we've struck up a friendship with one of the couples from that group.

But I digress.

Five minutes before five I left the office and hurried home in anticipation of the evenings supprise events.

Upon opening my front door the point of a sword met me in the chest. Actually a semi-realistic plastic sword with about a three foot blade.

"You break into my house and you are not even dressed to defend yourself!? Hurry and change or I will have to kill you where you stand!" The plastic blade playfully smacked my rear as I hurried past her and down the hallway to the bedroom.

I found my costume laying neatly on the bed and quickly stripped my clothes off. Sandy insists that I keep all my bodily hair removed at all times, and I must admit it is far more stimulating and arrousing to have two smooth hairless bodies rubbing together, than a woman and a gorilla.

First, I put on the sheer blue lycra tights. They have a glossy sheen that plays along my muscular legs in the light. I wasn't really sure about wearing sheer tights. She's had me wear regular heavy tights and she's worn just pantyhose a couple of times, we also went to the fetish party in lycra catsuits, but sheer tights? Looking ahead at the evenings activities I knew I would love every minute and stopped thinking about it. Next, a pair of simple black leather boots with the top turned down below the knee. A matching blue velvet shirt, she had a neighbor sew together for me, that I've worn on a couple of other occassions. Fitted long sleeves and body with a manderin style collar and a button down front with large gold buttons. The bottom hem ending just below my waist with a short slit up each side. I looked more like a ballet dancer from some stage performance. The whole costume showed off my better than average physique quite well. I picked up and examined the plastic sword from the bed.

Sandy's angry voice came down the hallway. "I grow impatient with your foolishness!" She now stood just outside the bedroom door. "Fight me or die like a dog..." And she lunged at me with her sword.

I stepped back and easily blocked her thrust. Something I would enjoy doing later, thrusting... She started backing back down the hallway, as our plastic swords clashed, and backed into our large dining room. Almost nothing was in that room since we never actually use it for dining. It was basically just open space lit only by four TV trays in the corners with candles greating a romantic glow to do battle in.

"You wouldn't escape the sharp point of my sword." I replied, still not sure what roles we were playing.

Now I could get a really good look at her costume, and it wasn't too different from mine. Sandy's just three inches shorter than myself and fairly well built with long curly brown hair that falls about her shoulders and back. But right now she towered over me in stiletto heeled black leather thigh boots over black seamless pantyhose with the cotton crouch carefully cut out. A small barely visable tattoo of a superman emblum sat where her pubic hairs should have been. The tattoo artist really loved applying it. A large black leather belt with silver studs lining the edges surrounded her slender waist. Sandy's shirt was of a silvery grey silk with full puffy sleeves and long tight cuffs, the bottom tucked into the belt. The front was unbuttoned to her waist and her full round breasts continually teased me as they never quite reveled themselves fully. A Robin style eye mask like the one worn in the Batman movies covered her deep set eyes.

I was constantly distracted my her luscious costumed body, even as I also noticed her glancing down at my long rigid buldge under my sheer tights.

Our plastic swords playfully tapped together as we battled around the room.

"You don't stand a chance against me woman."

"You'll never take me alive."

"I'll certainly give it my best stab. The king wants the pleasure of seeing you hang for your crimes."

And she renewed her attack pressing me back several steps.

"Hah! Is that the best you can do bitch!"

It was my turn to press the attack and she began loosing ground. Finally Sandy's back was almost against the wall. My sword flashed and her's slipped from her hand and went flying thru the air to land on the floor. Everything went quiet as she flattened her shapely body against the wall breathing heavely. The point of my sword touched her throat. Her chest raising and falling with each breath.

I moved in close. Her breath felt warm and moist on my cheeks. Our faces mere inches apart. I let my sword and my eyes work their way down her chest and pull her unbuttoned shirt to one side reveling one round orb. The nipple red and hard. I felt her hand touch the side of my hip and begin caressing my muscular lycra covered thigh. My loins responded to her touch and my rigid cock pressed harder against the sheer silky fabric of my tights. Her long red fingernails dug into my cheek and she pulled me closer. My lycra covered shaft now rubbed against her panthose covered hips and she used them to her advantage. The sensations began to make me loose control and the focus of my battle. That of bringing her back to the king for execution. All I could do was think of her increadible body. Her intoxicating scent added to my lose of focus. One of her shapely legs lifted and hooked around one of mine and rubbed slowly up and down against the side of my leg. My eyes half shut with the extacy of her touches.

All the while Sandy worked one arm behind her back and carefully removed a rubber dagger from under her wide belt even as she continued to work her magic on my loins. Luckily I felt her move and caught the knife just before she could slip it between my ribs. I pinned her arm against the wall and she became momentarily angry. Squirming and struggling to get away, but I held her tightly.

"We wouldn't want anyone to get hurt now would we." And I removed the dagger from her fingers and cassually tossed it over my shoulder, never taking my eyes from hers.

"Go ahead! Use your sword on me, you pig." She said softly but defiently. "I will never let you take me back. I would die first." She said softer yet.

"Have it your way. I'll just have to drive the point of my sword deep into your soft pink flesh."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, yes... Run me thru with your sword... I want to feel it penitrate my fresh."

I gently grabbed her by the shirt collar and pulled her to the floor, never letting my sword move from between her bare breasts. Sandy's hair spread like a brown halo around her head and her arms stretched sensuously over her head in a sexy pose. I tossed the sword to one side. My face now just above hers as one of my legs kneeled between her thighs. I moved it up to her nylon covered pussy and she masterbated her wet cunt against my thigh. Her tongue flicked across my lips and I sucked it in. We kissed passionately. Our hands explored each others nylon and lycra covered hips and legs. One hand cupped and fondled my balls thru the nylon of my tights even as her other hand pulled the waist band of my tights down, then she began lovingly stroking my cock.

In a sensious and soft but defiant vioce. "Do it you bastard! Run me thru! I want to feel the point of your sword deep in my flesh."

"Oh no. I want to make you suffer for your crimes before I take you back to the king."

"Nooo, please, don't..." Sandy squirmed lightly and arched her back under me as I kissed down her neck and chest. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, ooooooooooooooooohhhhh... yyyeeeessssssss..."

I grabbed her shirt and ripped it wide open, then centered my lips on one large red nipple and sucked as hard as I could and was rewarded with a sharp inhale of air from between her red lips. I moved to the other nipple and again Sandy inhaled sharply as the intense pleasure mixed with mild pain raced thru her large breasts. I ran my wet tongue around each nipple between hard sucks. Her wet pussy still fucked my thigh smearing her juices on the sheer lycra as her thighs clamped down on either side.

I could almost feel her pleasure increasing. My hands cupped her breasts and roughly fondling them, pinching her hard tits. Sandy's squirming was beginning to become more frantic. My hot cock was ready on a seconds notice to run her thru. My hands undid the buckles on her leather belt and it fell open. Then I pulled her shirt from her shoulders to halfway down her arms pinning them at her sides. Her hands just able to reach my cheeks and claw her long fingernails along my tight muscular ass shreading my tights.

"I've decided not to let the king have you after all."

"I beg you to do what I've wanted all along! Run me thru with your sword!"

"Have it your way..."

With that I moved my other leg between her thighs and reached down and placed my round head just inside her wet pussy lips and moved it teasingly up and down.

"Don't play with me you bastard! Just do it! End this game and run me thru!"

I brought my hand back to her side for support and again sucked hard on her erect red tits. Then jerked my hips forward impailing Sandy on my sword and burying it deep in her soft pink pussy. Our hips bumped together as I drove my cock into her.

"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

"Hmmmmmmm, still alive..."

I slowly pull my long fat penis out savioring the feel of her hot wet sheath around my cock until just the head was hidden in her clit. Then another powerful jerk of my hips and I again bury my cock in her cunt. Her juices squirting out around the sides as my shaft impales her, coating my sac with her warm pussy juice.

Sandy begins to squirm more violently as I continue to slam my rod deep into her hot tight cunt. My balls slapping against her nylon cheeks sending shivers thru my spine. The tops of my lycra covered thighs rubbed against the backs of her nylon covered thighs and ass increasing the erotic sensation with each thrust of my powerful hips. Her pussy was so hot and tight around my fat cock that my balls began to tighten and I felt my own orgasm begin to build. I tried not to cum for as long as possible but it was unbelievably difficult. Then Sandy began to shake violently as her climax began and she tightened her cunt muscles around my massive penis. I managed to keep my cock buried in her most sensitive spot until she was almost finished with her orgasm before driving my rod into her one last time. Shooting huge spirts of cum against the end of her tunnel. I finished just seconds after she did. She lay still under me panting heavely.

We kissed passionately for a long time before pulling apart.

"Since I didn't kill you, I guess I'll just have to take you to the king for executiion..."

Sandy stretched luxuriously under me. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, yes, I wonder what wonderful types of torture devices he'll have."

"I guess well just have to find out, wouldn't we."

We both giggled a little before she managed to roll us over so she was on top and we continuing our kissing...

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