Secret Escape

John is 50, married, a secret latex crossdresser, not a transvestite or sissy or submissive, he just enjoys the sensory delights of latex rubber. His favourite outfits are rubber nurse outfit, rubber maid outfit and very thin transparent sheath briefs.

Louise is John's wife, 47 fit and highly sexed. Also loves wearing rubber but not just in the bedroom. She suspects Johns fetish but this is not confirmed. She is excited to soon share with him and is planning something like a coming of age or an outing for pleasure experience.

Karen is Louise 's best friend, very bisexual very slutty, always horny and along with Louise has suspicions about what John does when Louise is at work.

Jade is Louise 's colleague, Jade is a 32 year old thai ladyboy who has joined Louise and Karen organising charity events, fetish strip shows etc.She is very outgoing and very experienced.

Marcus is a stripper/ security for the events very mild mannered company, he is also very well hung 14 inches and thick absolutely unbelievable and although he couldn't quite reach full erection it was still like a floppy forearm. I already know that my wife and Karen have used it but it's all cool.

Max is the other stripper / security and is also equipped with 12 inches and the same laid back attitude to sex but just a laid back guy.

Lena is Marcus wife, a stunning gym instructor who loves the more adventurous sessions but doesn't play much.

The story.

The girls get ready in rubber nurse outfits for the charity function. John cooks them food before they go out but he is struggling with a hard on having to serve 3 latex nurses. I'm sure they noticed.

But they didn't know that as soon as they'd gone I'd be dressed the same with a raging latex clad cock.

I was secretly planning to out myself tonight with a single photo when they've had time for some prosecco.

" Bye girls have a nice time, and remember " I whispered to Louise, " what happens at the club stays at the club" smiling.

" I'll send some pics and tell you about it babe, I know it turns you on" she said looking at me square in the eyes she smiled and called me a " latex wanker" then turned and left

Was that a mic drop?

So I got dressed in my favourite rubber outfit, black basque, black stockings, red gloves and transparent sheath panties. Turned on my laptop, lubed up and began to search for some latex nurse porn.

The first text from the girls was a photo of the 3 if them posing in the club. To be honest that was really good wanking material. I resisted the temptation to send the full frontal of me just yet even though Louise was trying her best.

Just before they went I took a full length of me in normal clothes in the bathroom to throw her off the scent.

As the girls were eating they were chatting and giggling, obviously at my little faux pax erection. But also casually mention the fact that there is a tranny fetish show at the event tonight. She makes a louder than normal comment "usually very attractive dressed in all manner of tight rubber".

I know my cock twinged cos I felt it, and I'm sure the comment was aimed at me.

Do they know? I'll have to wait to find out as they were ready to leave.

" Remember Louise the more pics you send the better the event and the more I like it, you know what I'm like," I smile and grin knowingly at her.

" It must be boring just pleasing yourself with photos then waiting for me to tell you to get you off " she sighed.

" Don't worry about me sweety you're fucking ticking all my boxes with your friends " I laughed. " And remember what happens at the club stays at the club 😘😜😜🍆

As the door clicked shut behind them, the house fell into that familiar quiet hum--the kind that amplifies every rustle of fabric, every heartbeat. I stood there for a moment, replaying Louise 's parting shot in my head: "latex wanker." It hung in the air like a challenge, or maybe a invitation.

My cock twitched again, already half-hard from serving those three goddesses in their gleaming rubber nurse outfits. Louise in her crisp white latex dress, the material hugging her fit body like a second skin, the skirt short enough to tease glimpses of thigh. Karen beside her, her outfit a bit more slutty--red accents, deeper cleavage, her bisexual energy practically radiating off her. And Jade, the Thai ladyboy newcomer, her curves accentuated by the shiny uniform, her outgoing vibe making her seem like she'd own the night.

I shook it off and headed upstairs, my mind racing.

Time to indulge. I stripped down methodically, savoring the anticipation. First, the black basque, cinching my waist just enough to feel that delicious constraint. Then the black stockings, rolling them up my legs, the latex whispering against my skin. Red gloves next, sliding over my hands like liquid fire. Finally, the transparent sheath panties--thin, almost invisible, but oh-so-tight around my growing erection. I admired myself in the full-length mirror: not a sissy, not submissive, just me, reveling in the sensory overload. The cool, smooth grip of the rubber against my cock was heaven. I grabbed the lube, slicked up, and fired up the laptop.

Porn search: "latex nurse threesome." Thumbnails flooded the screen--women in shiny uniforms, bent over patients, gloves exploring. I stroked slowly, building the edge, imagining Louise, Karen, and Jade in those roles. My phone buzzed--the first text from Louise. A photo: the three of them posing in the club, arms around each other, latex gleaming under the lights. Louise in the center, smirking at the camera like she knew exactly what I'd be doing with this. Karen blowing a kiss, Jade winking. Fuck, it was perfect. My hand moved faster, but I held back. Not yet. I wanted to time this right.

Another buzz. Text from Louise :

"Event's heating up. Tranny fetish show starting soon. Some of these outfits... you'd lose it. 😈"

Attached was a sneaky shot of the stage setup--mannequins in tight rubber catsuits, hoods, the works. My heart pounded. Did she know? That comment earlier about "attractive in tight rubber," loud enough for me to hear. And now this? I snapped a quick pic of myself in normal clothes from earlier, bathroom mirror, looking casual. Sent it back: "Looks fun. Send more. Staying in tonight." Throw her off.

But the temptation gnawed at me. I posed in front of the mirror again, full frontal: basque, stockings, gloves, my cock straining against the transparent sheath, shiny with lube. One tap, and I could send it. Out myself. The prosecco would be flowing by now--they'd be tipsy, giggling. Maybe Louise would show the others. The thought made me throb.

Phone buzzed again. Group chat this time, from Karen:

"John, you should've come. These strippers are packing. Marcus and Max on stage soon. Louise says hi... or should I say, bye to your boring night? 😉" Photo: the club interior, dim lights, crowd milling.

In the background, Marcus and Max chatting with Lena, Marcus's wife looking stunning in her gym-honed body, probably in something tight but not rubber. I knew Louise and Karen had history with Marcus's legendary 14 inches.

All cool though no jealousy here. It turned me on knowing Louise got what she needed. Max's 12 inches, laid-back vibe... yeah, the night was escalating.

I couldn't resist replying: "Pics or it didn't happen. What happens at the club..." Louise shot back almost instantly:

"Oh, it will. Just got prosecco. Thinking of you wanking to this."

Then a voice note: her voice low, teasing.

"Latex wanker. Bet you're hard right now." Mic drop, indeed.

That did it. I edged closer, stroking to the rhythm of the porn vid playing--nurses dominating a patient in rubber.

Imagined Louise whispering that to me in person, her hand in rubber gloves replacing mine. Another photo dinged in: the girls toasting, Jade's arm around Louise 's waist, Karen leaning in close. Bisexual sparks flying, no doubt. The tranny show must've started--next pic was a stage performer in a rubber maid outfit, similar to one of my favorites. Coincidence? Or Louise testing the waters?

My plan crystallized. I'd wait for the peak--when the strippers were out, the energy high. Send the photo then. "Here's what I'm doing while you're out." Let the chips fall. Louise had been planning something, she said. Suspicions with Karen, now Jade in the mix. Maybe tonight was the night we shared it all.

Buzz. Louise :

"Marcus just stripped. Holy fuck. Wish you were here to see... or join? Karen says she'd share. 😜" Attached: a blurred shot of Marcus mid-performance, his massive cock outlined in whatever he was wearing. My mind spun--me in my outfit, them in theirs, boundaries blurring.

I lubed up more, stroked harder. The reveal was coming. Tonight, everything changes.

The prosecco was clearly hitting its stride. Another buzz from the group chat--three quick photos in succession.

First: Louise and Karen flanking Marcus on stage, mid-performance. He was down to a tight black thong that did nothing to hide the obscene bulge, the outline of that 14-inch monster straining the fabric like it was about to surrender. Louise 's gloved hand rested casually on his hip, Karen's fingers brushing the waistband. Both women grinning like cats with cream. Caption from Louise : "Security's making sure we behave. Failing spectacularly. 🍆🔥"

Second: Jade, solo shot, posing with Max. The Thai ladyboy's latex nurse dress hiked just high enough to show the smooth curve of her thigh and the glint of something metallic--maybe a garter, maybe more. Max behind her, arms around her waist, his own impressive length pressed against her ass through his stripper gear. Jade's caption (she'd been added to the chat): "Max says hi to the house husband. Told him you're probably stroking to this right now. 😏"

Third: A wider shot of the tranny fetish segment in full swing. Three performers on stage--two in glossy black rubber catsuits with exaggerated hourglass corsetry, one in a red latex maid outfit almost identical to the one hanging in my wardrobe. The maid was bent forward, skirt flipped up, showing off sheer rubber panties stretched tight over a very visible erection. The crowd was cheering. Louise 's text underneath: