One Autumn day, just after lunch, one of Tamara’s husband’s friends turned up at the front door with four other men.  They pushed their way into her home, carefully stripped her naked and forced her to put on a full enclosure rubber outfit and high heeled boots.  The black hood they pulled over her head had no eyeholes.  The gloves came up to her elbows and the ‘socks’ to her calves.  They couldn’t be removed once she had the thick red catsuit and black rubber riding boots on.  Her wrists were handcuffed behind her back and the collar they locked around her neck had a dog lead attached to it.  They lead Tamara out of the house and into the street before taking her into the local park.  As she walked she was suddenly embarrassingly aware that all three of her fuck holes were clearly visible through openings in the outfit.  Taken to a fallen tree, her wrists were unlocked and she was roped, thoroughly and very tightly, across the tree.

For a while she was left alone, blind, exposed and unable to move.  Then a thick hard cock was pushed roughly between her lips and down her throat.  After three or four minutes it was withdrawn and another long hard cock replaced it.  The first was now rammed into her cunt and thrust in deep and rough.  Another of the ‘friends’ now took over her mouth while number one moved on to ram his cock deep in her arse. The five men took turns, using her holes freely for about twenty minutes until one came in her mouth.  Suddenly she heard three more of their friends turn up, each one taking over as each previous male exhausted his cum-load into her.  One man came in her arse just as another came in her cunt.  At first she tried hard to resist them but soon gave up; she let her muscles relax and settled back, she might as well make it easy on herself rather than fight.  More men arrived keeping the hard action hot and rough, always a hard   each of her holes.  Quickly she lost track of what each cock man was doing, some pulling out early to lift the rubber so they could cum on her skin, mixing it with the sweat under the warm rubber.  Some cum was shot up her nose making breathing near impossible while another long cock was pushing deep into her throat.  Tamara soon lost track of the number of cocks she’d had; was it twenty? twenty-five?  Perhaps even fifty before at last they stopped, untied her and released her from the ropes that had bitten into her flesh.  She didn’t know why she been attacked like this, but one thing was clear to her; with all three holes filled to overflowing with hot cum she’d discovered the real meaning of the term “cum-dump”.   She’d just become one herself!

After what seemed an eternity but was really about two hours, now untied and standing, if rather shakily, the handcuffs were put back on and she was lead back home, guided only by the dog leash.  Only one of them took her, still leashed and blind, up to her front door.  She was still sweating freely inside her cum and sweat streaked outfit with even her boots squelching noisily. Wondering why nobody came to save her, or at least ask what was going on, she suddenly laughed.  “Well it’s one experience I’ll never have had with Henry,” she mused, “walking in a tight rubber suit and boots totally exposed and on public display”.  And with, she remembered and squirmed, her cunt and arse on display.  Were there people standing around watching her even now, enjoying her embarrassment instead of rescuing her? But then again, why hadn’t she shouted for help?  Even through her cum choked mouth they would have surely heard her.  At last she was lead up to her front door, when it opened the leash was handed to someone inside.  He (or she?) lead her upstairs to her bathroom, unlocked and removed the collar and cuffs, and leaving her to unzip the hood he quickly left the house before she could recognize him.  Slowly Tamara removed the hood and looked at her disheveled hair and face in the mirror.  She looked exacted like she felt – a cum covered over used slut.  Then she sat down, pulled off the boots and slithered out of the cum and sweat filled rubber cocoon. She got up and staggered into the shower to clean herself up and try to feel human again.  Being the good woman and mother she was, she showered thoroughly, dried off, did her hair and dressed normally.  The boots and the rubber gear she dropped into the laundry basket; only another woman would ever look in there.  She was soon ready to welcome the kids home and begin preparing the evening meal for hubby’s return.  As early as she could she invented an excuse to go to bed, and fell into a deep, exhausted sleep. 

In the morning she got her husband off to work and the kids to school, then went to the bathroom and opened the laundry basket.  Only ordinary washing greeted her.  Then she spotted the card.  “All is clean and dry and packed away ready for next time”, was carefully written inside, “Wishing you a Happy 25th Wedding Anniversary, Darling.  I hope you enjoyed your present”.  Returning to the bedroom Tamara quickly found the collar and cuffs in her bedside table.  Knowing perfectly well where males hide things she went out to the garage and soon found the full rubber outfit and boots.  So it hadn’t been just a bad dream.  God, they’d used her hard though, no wonder all her under-used cunt muscles and jaw ached so much.  But had it been so dreadful?  Wasn’t it just what Tamara had desired, longed for, dreamed of, all these years – two hours of really hard, rough sex, an erotic fantasy come true!  But how had Henry found out about her secret desires?  He wasn’t exactly imaginative in that area, and she’d only told one other person, and that was her best girl-friend.  Then a terrible thought shattered her happiness - Her Husband Henry was fucking her best friend.   No wonder that slut was looking very smug and self-satisfied lately!

Copyright Sinclair.