In-Law Getaway: Our Latex Adventure

I woke up to the soft rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. As my eyes adjusted to the morning light, they instinctively drew to my husband, Tim. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I observed his serene expression, and a surge of love washed over me.

After years of hiding my sexual relationship with my parents from him, I finally told Tim about us a couple of days ago. While I worried that his finding out would mean losing him forever, it has actually brought us closer together. Tim accepted things better than I ever could have imagined. Hell, he even welcomed the idea of joining the three of us.

Seeing him with Mom and having him watch me fuck Dad was more of a turn-on than I ever could have imagined. I have never felt closer to Tim than I had at this moment.

Yet, while Tim joining me in bed with my parents was unbelievable, it was also a lot to process.

Since Tim was still sleeping, I decided to seize the opportunity to go for a run. It was a beautiful summer morning in Connecticut, and the idea of feeling the cool breeze on my face and the freedom of the open road excited me. Running was always where I did my best thinking, and after the events of the past few days, there was a lot to ponder.

Carefully, I slipped out of bed, mindful not to disturb Tim from his slumber. The wooden floor beneath my feet felt cool against my skin as I slinked out of the room. The familiar creak of the floorboards threatened to betray my stealthy departure, but I managed to make my way to the spare room where I had stored my running gear.

I rummaged through my bag and picked out a black sports bra and a pair of sleek, form-fitting red running shorts. As I pulled them on, the fabric felt snug yet comfortable. I marveled at how the sports bra hugged my tits, making them look larger than they actually were. The shorts clung to my legs and hips, highlighting the toned thighs and ass I had gained through countless miles on the road.

Before leaving the room, I decided to add a touch of lip gloss to my lips. The subtle shine enhanced their natural color and made me feel more confident. I then gathered my long blonde hair, securing it in a ponytail that bounced playfully as I moved.

With one final glance at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride. The dedication and hard work I had poured into my running routine had transformed my body. My gaze swept over my toned arms and defined abs, admiring my progress. I smiled at the reflection staring back at me, ready to take on the world.

Stepping out onto the front porch, I was greeted by the cool morning air. The brisk breeze felt wonderful on my skin, beckoning me to start my run. With each step, the world around me faded into the background, and it was just me, the steady beat of my heart, and the pavement beneath my feet.

As the heat and humidity rose, so did my overwhelming libido. Running often left me sexually excited, and the increased miles caused the heat in my pussy to grow. While I always expected to get a little horny on my runs, how my body reacted this morning was more than I could have anticipated.

My nipples hardened under my sports bra, and my pussy grew increasingly wetter with every step.

Memories of the previous night’s activities flooded my mind the longer I ran. Images of Mom fucking Tim while Dad ravaged my cunt, made my heart beat even faster than it already was.

As I pushed myself further, running harder and longer, beads of sweat formed on my brow and trickled down my face. My sports bra and shorts clung to my sweaty body, rubbing against my most sensitive parts. My tight running shorts rode up my labia, slightly rubbing my clit with every bounce. My face felt flush, and my body screamed for sexual release.

Eventually, my route led me back home, and I slowed to a stop, my chest heaving as I caught my breath. A sense of accomplishment washed over me as I stood there, sweaty and breathless.

My sweat-soaked clothes clung to my body, sticky and slightly uncomfortable. I couldn’t wait to shed the layers and feel the coolness of the air against my damp skin. Standing in the bathroom, I slowly peeled off the wet fabric, reveling in the sensation of being nude.

Naked, I stood there for a moment, the droplets of sweat continuing to trickle down my body. I marveled at how horny my run left me.

Stepping under the warm water, I closed my eyes and let out a contented sigh. It felt heavenly as the cascading water enveloped my tired body. The tension of the run gradually melted away, leaving me in a state of pure bliss. The rush of adrenaline was replaced by a gentle calmness.

As the water coursed down, I tilted my head back, allowing the water to pour over my chest, following the gentle curve of my breasts. The sensation was both invigorating and sensual.

I stood under the rushing water and let my hands roam freely across my skin, exploring the outline of my body. My fingers traced the lines of my toned abdomen, relishing in the firmness beneath my touch. Moving upward, my palms glided over my chest, grazing my hard, erasure-sized nipples. My nipples grew taut in the cool water, begging me to play with them.

I momentarily pulled and twisted my nipples, causing a slight moan to escape my mouth. My body screamed for relief, but I held off playing with myself.

I grabbed the soap and quickly scrubbed myself clean. I knew the longer I stayed in the shower, the less willpower I would have, and I wanted to wait to cum with someone else.

Eventually, with a sigh of contentment, I reluctantly stepped out of the shower. My skin was still damp as I wrapped myself in a soft towel.

After my refreshing shower, I bounded into the kitchen. To my delight, I found Mom already there, perusing the pantry for something to eat for breakfast. An impish grin played on my lips as I approached her, my eyes sparkling with excitement.

Leaning in close, I whispered into her ear, “I have an idea, something daring and unforgettable.”

She turned to me, her eyes widening with anticipation. “Tell me more,” she whispered back, her voice filled with curiosity.

Just then, Tim and Matt sauntered into the kitchen, their eyes catching the flicker of intrigue that danced between Mom and me.

Tim raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk adorning his face. “What’s brewing, ladies?” he inquired.

Suppressing a laugh, I leaned back against the counter, feeling a surge of excitement rushing through me. “Oh, it’s nothing,” I teased.

Mom mirrored my coy expression. “Just a little surprise we’re planning for you guys,” she added.

The two men exchanged puzzled glances, their curiosity now piqued. “A surprise? What kind of surprise?” Dad asked, unable to contain his excitement.

A naughty smile played on my lips as I toyed with their anticipation. “Well,” I began, drawing out the suspense, “let’s just say we’re going shopping.”

Their eyebrows shot up in surprise, their confusion evident. Tim scratched his head, a bemused expression forming. “Shopping? But what are you shopping for?”

Mom and I exchanged knowing glances, our smiles widening. With a flourish of excitement,” I guess you will just have to wait and find out.”

Their eyes widened in disbelief. Frustration and curiosity filled the air as they struggled to figure out our plan.

Mom and I left the house, our hearts fluttering with excitement.

“So, where are we going?” Mom asked as we got into the car.

“There was a store I saw as Tim and I drove into town. It sells latex clothes,” I informed her.

“Latex?” Mom whispered under her breath, trying to process this exciting development.

We arrived at the store, its entrance adorned with a mesmerizing display of glossy latex outfits. The vibrant colors and sleek designs beckoned us inside, promising a thrilling adventure.

Arriving at the store, we were instantly overwhelmed by what lay before us. Rows upon rows of latex garments adorned the shelves. Latex corsets, dresses, and catsuits beckoned us, promising an experience neither of us could have imagined.

Before we could fully absorb the scene, a striking young woman with dark purple hair approached us. Her name tag read “Sage,” and her piercing eyes seemed to see right through us. With a warm smile, she asked, “Can I help you, ladies, with anything?”

I couldn’t help but blurt out, “Yes, please! We’re complete newcomers to the world of latex. We want to surprise our husbands, but we don’t have the slightest clue about how to wear or choose the right latex outfit.”

“Then you have come to the right place,” Sage smiled back at me and Mom.

Sage swiftly gathered an armful of different outfits and led us to a private fitting area. As she explained the process of putting on latex, my excitement mounted. She spoke of lubing up the skin, the sensual sensation of the latex adhering to every contour, and the meticulous task of polishing the clothes once they were on.

I took a deep breath, grabbed the first outfit, a breathtakingly vibrant red latex dress, and entered the fitting room. Mom followed suit, choosing a sultry black latex dress.

As I slipped into the dress, it hugged my body, accentuating my figure in a way I had never experienced before. I twirled around, feeling a new wave of confidence coursing through me.

“Wow, Hannah, you look stunning!” Mom exclaimed, her eyes wide with awe.

Grinning, I responded, “And you look absolutely fabulous! That latex dress suits you perfectly.”

Sage, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction, “Here, try this,” she said, approaching us with another set of outfits.

This time, she handed me a latex corset that seemed to shimmer. The intricate lacing on the front promised a tantalizing display of skin, while the boning provided a sculpted hourglass shape.

With Sage’s guidance, I carefully laced up the corset, feeling its gentle pressure and support. Standing before the mirror, I couldn’t help but admire the transformation it had wrought. The corset cinched my waist, enhancing my bust and giving me an hourglass figure.