It sits on my desk, next to my workstation, in my cubical. And as it does a couple of times a day, my telephone rang again about the middle of the afternoon. I turned and looked at the red light on it blink off and on for several seconds before answering it.

"Hello, Allen speeking."

"Hi honey. It's just me." My wife spoke softly as if someone walking down the isle behind me could hear her voice on the other end of the phone.

But so nobody around me could hear what I was saying I spoke softly back to her. "Hi. What's up."

"I just called to remind you that it's gym night and afterwrds I have something special planned for late tonight."

Her `I have something special planned' or `I have a supprise...' nights never fail to get me aroused for the rest of the day. She pulls these sexual roleplaying games on occassion, and they are a special treat.

"I'll be home at the usual time, about 5:20."

"Ok. I'll have your gym bag and clothes ready. Chow."

"Ok, bye."

I always find it hard to focus on work as my mind wonders to all the possibilities Sandy could have in store for us. I nearly always happily play along with whatever she wants us to do. It adds real spice to our sex life. I'll bet she's anxious to try out our new jucuzzi which was just installed last week along with a backyard full of rambling multilevel wooden decking and thick landscaping. I admit that at her insistence we saved for almost a year to be able to afford it. Then we had someone draw the landscape plans and install it all for us.

At five to five I left work and hurried home.

I opened the front door and not seeing Sandy I called out. "I'm home."

Her voice came back from the kitchen. "Hi honey. Your clothes are laying on the bed. Go ahead and change, I'll be up in a minute."

Which is what we usually do. Change into our gym clothes, lift weights and/or do aerobics, come home and shower, then have a bit to eat. Unless, of course we're going out afterward. "Ok." And I went up stairs to our bedroom.

Normally my workout wear is a pair of sweats, or in summer, lycra shorts with thong underwear and some old tank top. Instead of my spandex shorts there were, what looked like, a pair of lycra tights and no underwear and a black fishnet crop top. I held them up for closer inspection. The tights were a shiny lycra with no front center seam over the crouch and it had feet. In our roleplaying I've woren whatever Sandy has asked me to. Once or twice we went out into our backyard late at night, but not out in public. But the gym isn't really like being out in the public. Lots of straight muscular guys wear tights in the gym and nobody thinks anything of it. Ok. I can do this. I stripped and pulled the shiny lycra tights on working them up my legs and over my hips. A fine seam ran up the inside of my legs and met under my crouch and began a third seam that ran up the back and split my tight cheeks. My manhood cupped tightly but softly in the smooth fabric. Against my hairless body, the lycra had an electric like feeling or sensation. I might have to do this more often. Then I pulled the fishnet crop top on. Like the tights, it hid little of my body but in it's own airy way. Finally some ankle socks and gym shoes. I stood in front of the mirror to check myself out.

About that time Sandy entered the room.

"Mmmmmmmmm, very nice." She said from behind me.

I turned and opened my mouth to comment but my mouth never got past open. She did a three sixty for me.

"Oooooh... I like it!"

"I thought you might."

Sandy is about three inches shorter than my 5'10" and nicely built, for being almost forty, in a way that only lifting weights can shape a person. Her long curly brown hair was coiled like a snake in a bun behind her head. Normally she wears tight bike shorts and a leotard to the gym, or maybe black tights and a sports bra. Normally. Today was very different. Her grey tights were more sheer than not and she wore a red cotton/lycra thong leotard that let her round ass partly show thru. The thong part was pulled tightly between her cheeks. She carried her sneakers and socks in one hand and instead wore a pair of classic black high heels.

She held them up. "I'll change shoes at the gym. I know how much you really love to see me in outfits like this and I want to keep you hard while we excercise." I suddenly felt my shaft respond easily under my slipperly lycra tights to the site of her and what she was wearing and I glanced in the mirror and looked in horror as every inch of my rigid penis was becomming outlined in intimate detail under my tights and wondered if I should really go out like this.

"Now I see why. Ummmmm, do you think I should really go out like this?"

"Why not." Sandy responded. "I am."

We headed for the gym.

Sandy and I entered the aerobics room and she changed shoes. My rod was still firm and I felt as though everyone was looking at me and my erection under my tights. But I noticed the men in the class and a few women look at Sandy, while several other women tried to hide their glances in my direction.

After the aerobics class we took our sweaty bodies up stairs to the weights area and lifted for another hour. Sandy said she didn't want us too tired so we didn't lift very hard but we still got a good pump going. But being in public, even if it was only at the gym with other people wearing wonderfully rude gym clothes, certainly didn't stop her from helping to keep me erect by cupping me and casually letting her hand brush against me whenever she thought she could get away with it. We finally finished and she put her high heels back on and we headed home to shower. I watched as she walked slowly from the weights area. Her hips swaying. My rod not needing any help right now to stay hard under my shiny tights.

Once home Sandy said. "I'll shower first and get dressed. Your costume will be on the bed when you get out of the shower."

Sandy peeled off her gym clothes while she talked then stepped in the shower.

"But how will I know what to do after I put my costume on?" I called over the noise of the shower.

"Don't worry, you'll know."

I removed my clothes and waited my turn in the shower.

I stepped in the shower and lathered up. My hand soaping my firm shaft. I was so horny from Sandy's touches and what she wore to the gym I just had to have a little release and my hand began to gently stroke my member to maximum rigidness before forming a circle around and moving quickly along my erection. My knees bent slightly as I felt my hips fill with pleassure and several loads emptied themselves on the shower wall. A few last strokes and then I finished showering. I got out and dried off. Sandy was no where in site, but my costume and a note lay on the bed.

"A catburgular is known to be in the area. Begin your search outside."

I then held up pieces of my costume. Black boots, sheer black tights with the front seam carefully split open, a black lycra leotard with a turtleneck and longsleeves, black lycra gloves, long black batman style cape and, of course, a rubber Batman hood probably purchased from the dance and costume shop in the mall. I'd bet that my wife was wearing some kind of catwoman costume and I pictured her in a tight black costume like what was in the batman movie. Now that I think back, she's been watching the second Batman a lot lately. I dressed quickly. The cape was also made of thin lycra and it hung well and moved easily as I headed outside and into the backyard. My manhood was cupped even better, as everything hung from the hole in the tights, by the tight lycra leotard. I couldn't help but get an erection as my entire body was caressed by the skin tight lycra.

We were smart and landscaped in such a way as to give us almost total privacy as we moved around in our lush backyard. I noticed the jucuzzi pump was running but the tiny hidden garden lights were off. Then a picture of the bathroom calender flashed in my mind. The tiny round image of the moon on this day was circled and underneath it said, new moon. I looked up in the clear night sky. Of course, I'm an idiot, a new moon. No moon light. The opposite of a full moon. Did I mention we're a planet of idiots? As long as all the lights were off and their was no moon light it would be almost impossible for anyone to see Sandy and I having fun in our own backyard.

I was suddenly brought back to reality as I noticed a black figure move silently from our neighbors yard and into our yard. I moved closer staying behind large plants and trees until I wasn't more than about ten feet away. My erection became even harder as I saw what my wife was wearing as she slowly opened a back window. A very sheer glossy black catsuit and black patent stiletto heeled shoes with a wide ankle strap and black lycra gloves. A long curving tail hung from the top of her cheeks which seemed to flick on it's own, and a black lycra hood which had small cat ears on it.

Once the window was completely open she climbed quietly thru and disappeared in the darkness of the house.

I wasn't sure what to do next. Follow her into the house and confront her there? Or wait for her to exit the house and catch her out here red handed. I decided to follow her into the house and confront her there leaving an exit of some kind into the backyard and hopefully catch her here since her note said to start outside.

I stepped thru the window and stood for a silent minute listening for sounds. Several tiny pale green nightlights had been left on throughtout the house so we wouldn't kill ourselves while we roleplayed. I crept out of this room and into a short hallway and stopped again listening. A faint sound came from the next room. I stepped just inside the doorway and raised my cape dramatically like a bat.

Sandy whipped around and long sharp fingernails on the ends of her gloves swiped at the air between us. She hissed loudly. A small black bag in the other hand.

"Stay back Bats."

"You're coming with me to jail Catwoman."

I saw her glance quickly towards the open window between us that also lead into our backyard.

"Sorry Bats, I have other plans."

And with that she tossed her bag of loot at me and dove out the open window doing a tuck and roll on a thick gym mat laying on the deck just outside. I tossed the bag aside and dove after her also doing a quick tuck and roll. I came to a standing position and looked around the yard and listened for any sound. Nothing but the sound of a warm wind blowing my cape and rustling the leaves in the trees overhead. I moved slowly out into the backyard circling the outside of our rambling patio until I spotted her hiding behind a bush. Silently I moved behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. She whipped around swinging her arm to strike but I blocked it and knocked her back to the ground. Her legs spread wide and I could see a long slit in her crouch revealing Sandy's shaved pussy and pale skin.

"How could you do that? Strike a helpless woman."

Also having seen the movie several times and I moved forward with my arm outstretched to help her up. "I'm sorry, I..."

She kicked me back and I landed flat on my back. Sandy was instantly on top of me. Her hands pinning my arms to the ground.

In her most sultry voice. "Distracted Batman? Hmmmmmmmmmmm? Do you like what you see?"

Sandy bent slowly forward while she savored her partial victory over me and ever so lightly her lips and tongue played with mine. I felt my body relaxing and my mind focusing only on what she was doing. Her head would jerk back out of kissing range when I tried to get too aggressive. I could feel my loins responding. My shaft filling with blood and becoming long and fat and rigid as it slides under the tight lycra.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm, I think I feel your interest growing."

Sandy inched her hips lower down my body and moved her knees wider apart until her wet pussy lips just kissed my long rod. I felt her warm wetness press lightly against my fat lycra buldge and I half closed my eyes in response as my breathing became heavier. Those luscious hips of hers moved slowly over me and as her clit touched every inch of my swollen rod. I felt her heat and wetness drip on me.

It was becomming difficult to focus on anything else and I'm glad I released some sexual pressure in the shower or I would surely have cum by now.

Without my realizing that she had done it, Sandy had reached back and pulled the crouch of my lycra leotard to one side. The air, although warm, felt cool on my wet naked cock. Her hot wet pussy was back down on my shaft sliding and pressing slowly along my penis.

"Catwoman, I..."

"Ohhh don't worry Batman, I think you'll have a purrrrrrfectly enjoyable time while being under my, control." She purred with a sly smile.

Coming only partly to my senses I realized my arms weren't being held down and I felt her hand raise my penis and place my large round head just inside her clit and return to rest on my body where both hands were kneeding my chest. Her thumb and middle fingers lightly pinching my nipples thru the silky fabric and an erotic tingle mixed with the electric feeling of the skin tight lycra to produce an intense sensation which spread quickly over my skin.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhh..." I began to squirm lightly.

I also noticed Sandy's eyes half closed with the sensation of being in control and of her raising erotic pleasure. I let my hands caress up her sheer nylon covered thighs to her hips, as her back arched slightly, and pull her hips down.

Sandy gasped loud and long as my cock inpaled her cunt. It was so wet her juices were running down my penis.

"Bastard!" She growled. "You're under my control!"

Then it was my turn to gasp as she pinched nipples hard. My back arched under her hips and my hands slid down her sides to the ground.

"Much better."

Sandy arched her back as she began pumping my long fat shaft. I felt my head hit the end of her love tunnel each time she slid down on me and impaled herself.

She would tighten her pussy muscles and slowly pull her hips off my cock until just my head was still inside then jerk her hips back and gasp lightly. Again and again she repeatedly jerked her hot cunt back on my cock and after an unknown amount of time her head began to sag and she began to squirm with increasing energy as her orgasm neared.

I begged between panting breathes. "Please, catwoman, let me cum."

And between breathes she replied. "Soon, enough, Batman."

"I'm so close. Don't know how long, I can keep from cumming..."

She pumped my cock several more times and began buckling and squirming as her orgasm began.

"Cum! Nooow!"

It didn't take much. I relaxed and let myself cum. My hands wildly caressing her sides not even able to hold on to her as she grunted and bucked on my cock. Then Sandy simpley dropped on my erection a couple of times even as my loins exploded and I emptied myself. Our juices mixed and came squirting out of her clit soaking the crouch of my nylon tights and leotard.

My eyes were closed as I felt Sandy stop. I lay panting on the grass feeling very tired and spent but when I opened my eyes Sandy was gone. I stood. My cock now soft and limp hanging between my thighs and I pulled the wet lycra back in place over my manhood.

I circled the yard but heard and saw nothing. I decided to creep back into the house when I saw a light go on in our second floor bedroom. Definately my cue to go back inside. But as I passed the jucuzzi Sandy's head popped up from the warm swirling waters. Her costume lay in a small pile on a nearby bench.

She looked up at me and smiled and said in a sultry voice. "Catwoman's not going anywhere. I sure you'll have other chances to catch her. But for now, why don't you join me and relax?" How could I resist. I sat and removed my costume setting it next to hers.

"By the way, how did you get the bedroom light to turn on?" She simply pointed to a small remote control laying on her costume. I eased myself into the jucuzzi and sat there and let the warm swirling waters relax me. Sandy moved over to me and strattled my hips and we kissed and let the steam rise around us...

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