She had just started taking her shower so I knew I had at least fifteen minutes to get ready. I took my pants and shirt off. I went to the full-length mirror on the closed door and admired myself. I had a long sleeve black leotard on over black tights. Looking in the mirror just turned me on more than the feel of having them on. I still had plenty of time so I opened the top drawer of her dresser and picked a red thong leotard and red tights for her. Putting them on the bed, where she could see them when she came out of the bathroom, I waited behind the closet door.

She came out of the bathroom, skin glistening with water, and started drying herself. I could barely keep still. She turned and looked at the thong the bed. As she started walking to the bed I made my move. I came up behind her and grabbed the towel and gently wrapped it around her head so she couldn't see anything. I pushed her down on the bed, removed the towel and blindfolded her with a pair of pantyhose wrapped around her eyes. I didn't say anything to her because I was afraid she might recognize my voice. It was as she sensed what she was supposed to do and just lay there and not struggle. I started rubbing her butt and then kissed it, she didn't move.

I turned her over and started putting the tights on her. I finally managed to get them on her. Then I lay down on top of her and started kissing her breast and rubbing my legs against her legs. The feel of her tights rubbing against my tights was almost too much for me to control, but I did. I knew I was far from being through with her. I pulled the leotard on her and snapped the crotch closed and stood back to admire her. One more thing still had not tied her hands behind her back. After finishing that little chore I started licking her toes, planning to go all the way and unsnap the crotch of the leotard with my teeth. I couldn't believe it; everything was going as I had hoped it would. Right down to the back door being left unlocked, just as I had imagined. Just then the phone rang. I knew as soon as I answered, it would be the end, I would have to wake up from my favorite dream. I forced my eyes open and immediately became depressed, I never seemed to be able to sleep long enough to finish my dream. I picked up the receiver. It was my wife. She turned the lights out on my dream, wanting to know if I wanted to go to our friend's house Saturday afternoon. Terri was going to barbecue and thought we might like to come over. I told Sarah, my wife, sure. As I was talking about Terri I started to become excited again. The girl of my dreams. I said goodbye to my wife and hung up. I got out of bed and walked to the kitchen to get something to drink. As I passed the mirror on the dresser I caught a glimpse of myself. I did look good in tights and a leotard. I had the same black long sleeve leotard and black tights on now that I had on in my fantasy. I liked the way my butt looked when I was dressed like this.

Sarah would kill me if she ever saw me dressed like this. She just couldn't understand. She knew I was doing it but she never said anything. I still didn't understand what made me dress like this, either. I just knew it felt good and I looked good and besides I didn't think it was hurting anyone. I had even asked Sarah to wear tights around the house and when we had sex. She had done it for awhile but then she started thinking it was stupid and too much trouble. That had started my fetish back, full force.

We had known Terri since high school, which means we had been friends for close to twenty years. She had moved to the same town after her divorce. They usually got to see each other at least once a week. When Terri moved she had lived within a mile of them. She and Sarah had started to exercise at our house everyday. Seeing both of them dressed in their workout clothes made it difficult to be there with them. I had even tried to exercise with them a few times, but it was just to hard for me to handle. All I could think about was to get both of them in bed together. I worked at home so that just gave me more time for my mind to think about all this.

I had liked wearing tights and leotards since I was in the third grade. I can remember being attracted to girls that wore tights. I remember sneaking tights out of my sisters drawers all the time and sleep in them. I never thought of myself as en being weird. As far as I thought I wasn't hurting anyone so no big deal. As I grew older my fetish grew, also. I just didn't have enough time to do anything about it. However, that didn't stop my fantasies from becoming more vivid.

We went over to Terri's house Saturday afternoon. It was a cold day so I decided to wear a pair of tights under my jeans that day. I did that once in a while when I knew Sarah would be drinking and not paying much attention to what I was doing. When we walked in Terri's house the first thing I always noticed was what she was wearing. Today she was wearing, as luck would have it, a long football jersey over tights. I knew I wouldn't be able to keep my mind off her. Sometimes I thought that maybe Sarah had told her about my fetish and that she would dress like that just to get to me. Whatever the reason it worked.

I got stuck with having to barbecue. As cold as it was outside, I sure didn't want to have to do it, but at least the cold air kept my mind off anything else except staying warm. The girls were drinking heavy and fast. I really didn't mind though. When Sarah had been drinking a lot that usually meant I would have a good time that night when we got back home. Sometimes she didn't even mind dressing the way I wanted her to. The best thing was that Sarah hardly ever remembered what had happened the nights she had been drinking and made love, so I could take some chances on those nights.

I finished barbecuing and we sat down to eat. Sarah and Terri were getting close to being drunk, by now. We all ate like we hadn't eaten in for a few days so it didn't take long to finish. There weren't many dishes so they were ready to watch a movie on TV before long. It was getting colder in the house so Terri started a fire in the fireplace and brought some blankets out for her and Sarah from the closet. Sarah complained of her jeans being to tight so she took them off before she got underneath the blanket. To my surprise I saw that my wife had on a pair of tights on underneath her jeans. Boy, I thought, wouldn't it be nice to get under those blankets with the two of them.

When the movie started I went in Terri's bedroom to watch a game on TV. I could here them out in the living room laughing and still popping those tabs on the beer cans. About an hour after the movie started Sarah yelled at me to come talk to them for a minute. I walked out to the living room. They were both lying on the couch with their legs together for warmth. Terri told me that we were going to spend the night and for me not to argue. I didn't argue, I was disappointed because I had wanted to have sex. Nevertheless, you never know, I thought, anything could still happen. I took one more look at them and went back to the bedroom to watch the ball game.

I hadn't heard any noise coming from the living room for half an hour, so I decided to go see if they were sleeping yet. They were, both of them sleeping so close together, I just wanted to get right in the middle of them. I didn't, though. I just went back in the bedroom, took off my pants and found one of Sarah's leotards hanging in her closet, luckily it had a snap crotch so I didn't have to take it all the way off if I got lucky. Or had to use the bathroom. I turned out all the lights, before I put the leotard on, in case one of them walked in to use the bathroom they wouldn't be able to see me standing there dressed like I was. I walked in the living room, they were still sleeping, turned off the TV and gave my wife and Terri a kiss on their butts to make sure they were sleeping. They didn't stir when I kissed them so I figured they were out for awhile.

I went back to the bedroom and crawled in the bed and fell asleep. I woke up later and had to use the bathroom. I hadn't turned on any lights so I couldn't see when I came out of the bedroom. When I got close to the bed I thought I heard something in the living room and started walking to the bedroom door to close it in case they came to the bathroom. As I turned around to get back in bed, someone pushed me from behind. I couldn't get my balance and fell face first down on the bed. I laid there for a second trying to figure out if I had just tripped or if someone else was in there with me. I started to get up when somebody jumped on my back pinning my arms with their knees. Before I could do anything else my arms were being tied together. A rope was slipped over my head and quickly pulled down around my neck and tightened so it was difficult to breathe. Then one of them pulled a tight hood or mask over my head and down on my face. Now I couldn't see anything.

Whoever was on me shifted their weight just enough so I could roll over on my back. It was too dark in the room to see who was on top of me. I started to say something but couldn't because whoever was there put a piece of tape over my mouth. I felt them leaning over my head and was surprised to hear Terri's voice whisper in my ear "don't worry, it will be fun." "This is Terri's fantasy, not yours," Sarah said in a scary voice. She told me to just lay there and enjoy it. Terri's fetish, I didn't know Terri's mind even worked like that.

Sarah moved down to my feet and started kissing and sucking my toes. I didn't know how long I would be able to stand the pleasure I was feeling. She sensed that I was getting too excited and quit playing with my feet. She rolled me over on my stomach and let me calm down before she did anything else. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. To have someone touching me when I had my tights and leotards on and for them to be dressed the same. It was almost too good to be true. She started rubbing the back of my legs and worked her way up to my butt. When she got there she started kissing my butt the way I had kissed hers early. Then she reached her hand down between my legs and started rubbing my crotch. I thought I would lose it anytime, now.

She was getting excited, herself, by now. Terri rolled me over on my back again. She noticed I was breathing pretty hard, so she decided to go ahead and finish me off. She spread my legs and started rubbing and kissing my crotch through the leotard. I had rubbed myself before but it had never felt as good as it did now. Especially being tied up and not having any control of what was happening to me. I knew I couldn't hold it much longer so I arched my hips up so her face would be hard up against my crotch.

Terri knew I was going to have an orgasm so she started biting me gently through my outfit. That's all it took, I came all over myself inside my tights and leotard. As soon as Terri knew what was happening she started sucking through the fabric. It seemed that it lasted forever. I had never experienced anything that felt as good as what had just happened. I thought that Terri would remove the tape and untie my hands after that but she didn't. I tried to talk through the tape but she told me to relax and enjoy it she wasn't through, yet.

Terri and Sharon didn't give me time to enjoy my orgasm. They both helped me up on my feet and started walking. I couldn't tell which way we were going but I was getting excited, again. All of the sudden I was cold, shivering cold. We must be outside or in the garage. I could feel the rough concrete through my tights. I couldn't hear anything because of the hood, they had put on me, unless they would be right next to my ear. Finally they made me sit down. At least it was soft. I was still freezing. However, I could feel something warm coming from beneath me.

One of them put my ankles together and looped something around them and pulled it tightly. They laid me down on my stomach and both of them more or less picked me up and moved me forward. I heard them both straining to lift my deadweight body. I laughed quietly to myself. Big tough women. One of those big tough women pulled my ankles up almost enough to meet my hands that were tied behind my back. Then she tied something between my wrist and ankles whatever it was it wasn't stretching too much, I was tied tight.

Whatever I was laying on wasn't too sturdy or big. If I moved whatever I was on swayed and bounced. In addition, I had that feeling that there was nothing underneath me. I felt like I was up in the air or on something high. Everything was suddenly more quiet than before. I knew that Sharon and Terri had left me alone where ever I was. My penis was fully erect now or at least erect as it could become in the tights and leotards. Me being on my stomach didn't help. Every time I shifted my weight would push down on my crotch and bring me one step closer to orgasm.

What the hell. I couldn't wait any longer. I started squeezing my upper legs together masturbating without touching myself. I'd learned that trick a long time ago. It wasn't going to take long. I could already feel the sperm moving slowly up my shaft. The faster I rocked side to side the faster the sperm came. Finally I felt the first load of sperm come out of my penis and stick to the inside if my tights and leotards. THE harder I rocked the more intense my orgasm was. Then I was falling. I was still filling my crotch full of sperm as I fell and for a second it was the best orgasm I had. Until I hit the water.

Water! I had been on the diving board over the pool. As I hit the water my mind went blank except for my orgasm. I could feel the last drop of sperm shoot out of my penis. That was it I thought. Then I thought this was really it. I was sinking to the bottom of the pool. I was still tied up. They were going to let me die. Oddly enough I remembered reading that if you experience death or near death during orgasm it adds so much feeling and intensity to the orgasm. Whoever said that was right. Oddly enough I felt erotic with my wet tights and leotard and being tied up and not seeing anything.

Unfortunately that feeling didn't last long. Panic set in, very quickly. I was trying to hold my breath and fighting against my ropes. However, I was having no luck. I didn't know how close I was to the bottom. But if and when I hit bottom I would probably die. At least with the heater on the water wasn't cold. Strangely enough I was getting another hard on. I finally hit the bottom. I hit stomach first. When I had first hit the water I had lost all sensation of direction. All of this must not have taken too long I still had a little more breath left. I thought about just opening my mouth and getting it over with. Nevertheless, with the tape over my mouth and the tight hood over my mouth was almost waterproof. They had planned this well, I thought they had really wanted me to suffer. I was moving again. I couldn't figure out which way. I was numb all over, most of my senses had shut down and I was close to blacking out.

I felt someone slap my face and I sort of regained some of my senses. I was breathing again, through my nose but I couldn't get enough like that. No one was taking the tape of my mouth. They had pulled me out of the pool just in time. They knew what they were doing. I lay there for awhile, freezing again. I was on my back with my hands and ankles still tied together behind me. At least I was starting to breathe more normally. I was waiting for them to untie me and laugh and make fun of me but there was still only silence and stillness except for my labored breathing.

Before I could even think about my experience someone was helping me up. Actually they were picking me up. No walking that meant no untying me. They were stronger than they looked to be able to pick me up like they had. They struggled when they were putting me down this time. I could here them grunting. Then I was laying on my stomach with my legs still up in the air with nothing supporting them. Someone untied the rope between my hands and ankles and my feet dropped and landed on what felt like a step on a stepladder. I was more or less bent in half with my hands and feet still tied but not together.

Now what I thought. Freezing and still not breathing right I was laying somewhere with my but in the air. What ever my stomach was on was slanted downward not enough for all my blood to rush to my head just enough to be able to tell. I tried to wrap my toes around the step my feet were on. However, with wet tights on it's difficult to grip anything. I felt something behind me. Here we go I thought. The snaps on the crotch of my leotard were unsnapped. My tights were pulled down just enough for the cold wind to hit my butthole. I was to cold to think about getting an erection. In fact I thought I had drawn up inside myself. Nothing was happening. Maybe this was their plan to let me freeze to death. Not knowing exactly where I was I didn't want to move too much.

Someone was still behind me but not doing anything. Suddenly something happened. The worst pain I have ever experienced. Something was ripping through my butthole and going inside me. I could feel it all the way until it stopped. Even though it felt greasy it still hurt like hell. Whatever it was didn't move for what seemed like forever. My butthole and inside me finally relaxed enough that the pain was gone but I still felt full inside. Then I realized they must have stuck a dildo up my butthole. I had heard that it hurts like hell at first then gets better as your muscles relax. I must have relaxed, my penis was coming out again for another visit. Then it was moving in and out of my butthole. It hurt a little. Not much, though. The faster it went in and out of me it seemed to get bigger. I know I was getting bigger. I was breathing harder again the longer the dildo was moving in and out. I don't know which one of the girls was doing the dildo but she was breathing harder than I was. Maybe it was strapped to one of them and they were bringing themselves to an orgasm also. One hard thrust and it went in deep and then I felt it. Something wet was going inside me. With each thrust I could feel more liquid squirt out. I was about to shoot off too until whatever was in me pulled out. I still felt wet inside. It's funny how I could feel it slowly coming back out. Not much, in fact what I was feeling, was probably wiped off the dildo when it came out.

Someone was still breathing hard as they leaned over right next to me ear and told me, this is a present from your wife, the voice whispered in my ear. Now you know how it feels to be screwed. It was a man's voice. That had been a real dick going in and out of my butt. Real sperm I felt inside me. What really scared me was that I had liked it. My penis was still rock hard. Who was it, Not knowing bothered me the most. I felt a hand on my penis pulling it back between my legs and then someone was pulling my tights back up. Then my leotard was pulled back down and the crotch was snapped back tight. My penis was further down between my legs now and it was going to be more difficult trying not to shoot off. Moreover, the sperm on my butthole was getting on my dick and making it slippery.

My legs were bent up again and tied to my hands. Here we go again. What else do I get for her revenge on me? Another drowning or another fucking in the ass. Then I knew. Somebody gave me a push and I went sliding headfirst. I was on the slide next to the pool and I was going to hit the water, now. I hit headfirst and went straight to the bottom like a torpedo. I must have landed on the bottom right where the pool slants down to the deep end. When I touched bottom I immediately had an orgasm. I guess that thrill of death got me again. It was just as good as the last one. I think it lasted longer. While I was coming inside my tights I was slipping down the slanted bottom to the deep water. The more I struggled the faster I slid. I was through shooting off but at least the water was warming me up, again. Running out of breath laying on the pool's bottom I waited for anything or anyone. It finally came.

Someone was cutting the rope between my hands and ankles. No one was helping but my mind was still working enough to push myself up to the top with my legs. My head came out of the water and I took a deep breath through my nose. I though I might have moved over into the shallow end but I went straight back down to the bottom. With my ankles still tied and my hands still tied behind my back I couldn't tread water so I knew I was going to have to keep pushing off the bottom until I hit the shallow water. I could just barely get enough air through my nose to go back under and push back up again. I don't know how long I had been doing that but I finally hit the side of the pool. I missed the first couple of times but I managed to catch the lip of the concrete with my chin. There was about a one-inch lip about six feet down around the pool so I could almost rest my feet. I didn't know where I was in the pool so I tried to move myself around by pushing off with my feet and catching the lip with my chin further around the pool each time.

My wife was by my head and whispered to me that she knew I'd be all right so they were going to eat. I think I could hear the car start and drive off. I could feel I was alone now. My dick was still hard even though I was in this situation. The wet tights on the slippery liner of the pool made my feet lose their hold and I'd go back down to the bottom of the pool and have to start all over again. I was getting scared. They must have turned all the lights out inside and outside of the pool or someone would have seen them or me by now. I couldn't make any noise because of the tape.

My feet slipped again and I went under only this time I stayed under and pushed off the side under water. I came up quickly after I stopped moving forward. My feet finally hit bottom and my head was out of the water. Just barely but enough so I could breathe through my nose. I didn't know which way to go. The wrong way and I was back in deep water. I took a little hop and hit the slanted part of the bottom again and down I went. This time I followed the slant until it reached the flat part of the deep end and gave one more good push. My face came out of the water and I took air in through my nose and prepared to go back under but my feet hit the bottom at just about the same depth as before.

I found if I took little hops that I could feel along the bottom with my toes even through the tights. I took the smallest hops I could and finally felt my way to the more shallow water. I reached the part where I could rest on my knees and still breathe or stand up and be half out of the water. But then I'd freeze to death so I just knelt. I had to go under completely once in a while so my hood wouldn't freeze to my face.

While I had been in the deep end and would slip I would have an orgasm every once in a while. I didn't have much to shoot out but the feeling sure was good. Now I was about to have another one in the shallow end. I had been squeezing my legs together without noticing and now I was about to shoot off again. This one lasted longer and was good.

I didn't hear them come back but someone was lifting me up by my arms and pulling me out of the pool. Nobody untied me they just carried me inside the house and put me on the floor. I was on my back and they pulled my hood up just over my mouth. Pulling the tape off as fast as they could something else replaced the tape. I could tell from the size it was the same dick that had been up my butt. At least I was out of the water so I sucked me until he came in my mouth. I evened tried to swallow all of my sperm. Just as fast as he could he pulled out of my mouth and a new piece of tape went over my lips locking the taste of my sperm in my mouth. Then the hood was pulled back down. I must have fallen asleep. When I woke up I was in a bed and the hood was gone but the tape was still there and so was the rope around my feet and hands. I had another hard on. And it got stiffer when I opened my eyes and saw Terri and Sharon standing there in their tight little one-piece bathing suits. "We're almost through with you and don't ask anything about who else was here and we'll let you go before long. I nodded yes. Then I must have fallen asleep again or passed out. When I came to I was free but still had the tights and leotard on. The crotch was still wet and sticky. I must have had fun but I wish I could remember.