New Purchase

[Deleted User 5375]

Dylan was sitting on the sofa when he heard the letterbox. He casually got up and went to check, leaving Zoe watching TV. As he approached the door his heart started to pound as he saw the black plastic wrapped parcel on the doormat, a lot smaller than he expected. It was addressed to him and he quickly picked it up.
"What is it dear?", his wife called.
"Oh just some circulars, I'll be with you in a minute I just need the loo", Dylan replied as he started up the stairs.
As he ascended he opened the end of the package and slipped his hand inside. A cellophane wrapper covered his new purchase which felt disappointingly hard.
In the toilet he quickly took the item out and noticed it was folded very neatly, and as he started to unravel it he noticed the PVC-U-LIKE label in the collar. He was becoming hard at the thought of one day wearing this item, and the smell of the new plastic was almost overwhelming. The material squeaked and crunched as he undid it, until before him was a brand new glass clear plastic suit. He went to put it away, but was so excited he couldn't bear to do it.
"What would the material feel like against his naked skin?", he wondered, something he had dreamt of for years but never had the guts to try. Yes he had worn plastic Macs, but never been completely encased. Zoe knew nothing of his desires, he loved her very much and hated the idea that she might not want to be with him if she knew his love for plastic and rainwear.
"Time to watch the end of the film", he thought, but found himself undressing almost involuntarily, until he stood naked in front of the bathroom full-length mirror on the back of the door. He unzipped the suit, even that sound was sexy as hell. He toppled on one foot as he slipped the other leg into the garment. The feeling of the cool vinyl was electrifying, he loved the feel as it slid over his bare skin. In that instant he knew that very soon he would be completely covered, "but then what?", he thought, "how short a time will I be able to wear it before having to redress and go downstairs so that my wife doesn't suspect something is up?" But there was nothing he could so, the suit had control of him, "put me on, zip me up, you know you want to", it seemed to say with every crackle of the new fabric as the remaining creases disappeared on his warm body. He felt the plastic on his penis for the first time as he slipped his second leg in, and the way the material pulled tight around his buttocks was exquisite. Soon he was wrestling his first arm in, then the second and the zip was on its way up. The suit was slightly tight, just as he had hoped, but still lose enough that his movements made him able to feel the material against his skin. He stood in front of the mirror. For 34 years he had dreamed of this moment. For all that time he had kept this private desire at bay but now here he was, naked and encased In his very own clear plastic suit. He adored the eleacticated cuffs and legs and loved the way his erect manhood looked inside it, trapped and unable to escape. He was a bit concerned that there was no way to make himself come without unzipping the suit, which he really didn't want to do, or come in it but he didn't want to mess up the new material just yet. He started to worry that he had been gone quite a long time and his wife might start to get suspicious, or the film might have ended by now. He stood with his arms folded and ran his hands over the shiny material, he looked at himself in the mirror and moved to get a good plasticky feel in as many places as he could. He especially liked the way the plastic was tight in places. The new smell was lovely. He unzipped the suit, then slowly zipped it back up.
"I have to stop and go down now", he thought, and was just about to get undressed when the door opened.
"How did he forget to lock it?", he panicked, but of course he was only intending to take a quick peak before going back down, so didn't need to lock the door.
He stood totally frozen. Zoe saw his erection, she stood silent staring. His cock began to droop. He felt hugely ashamed and wondered if it was worth even bothering to try to save their relationship, or just pack now?
Finally she spoke, "I see it's like that is it? You had better come downstairs and we can talk this out", her voice was hard.
He started to unzip the suit.
"No, keep it on, if you want to dress like that you can bloody well stay like it when we talk. Maybe you will reconsider wanting to do it?"
She disappeared downstairs.
Dylan gathered his clothes and popped them in the bedroom, then shuffled downstairs, still clad in his new plastic suit. it was bad enough that she caught him like this, but humiliating to be asked to stay like it as she broke up with him.
He walked slowly into the living room. She wasn't' there. He sat on the sofa, air in the suit puffed up out of the collar. He stood up to adjust himself and realised the release of air now made the suit cling to him. Any other time he would have enjoyed that feeling, but now he simply sat down again, legs closed and hands on his knees.
His wife walked in. She was naked except her fluffy bunny slippers and a long pink plastic Mac, buttoned up.
Her husband stared with his mouth open.
"Get one thing straight now, I don't enjoy this. I find the material a bit creepy, and the whole scene is very disturbing but I understand that you want me to do this and treat you like a baby and I will give it a go if it will save our relationship".
Dylan was confused for a moment, then he said, "er, no, I don't want you to treat me like a baby, what would make you say that?"
"Well you are wearing a transparent rubber baby grow aren't you?", she replied.
"Well no, it's not meant to be baby clothes, it's just a suit, and it's made of plastic, not latex rubber, a bit like your raincoat", he was starting to feel relieved that they were talking and he wasn't being thrown out, but he was a bit confused still.
"Oh!", Zoe said, "if you don't want to be a grown-up baby then why are you dressed like that?"
He thought for a moment. "What would be the right thing to say now? Should he make up a story or be truthful?", he spoke, "I, er, like the look, the feel, the smell, I, er, sorry", mumbling, "but why did you think...?"
"Do you remember David Stone?", she cut-in, not waiting for him to answer, "well it turns out he wanted me to dress him in baby clothes with a nappy and plastic pants"
"David!", Dylan exclaimed, "the rugby player built like a tank? Wasn't he the bloke you dated at Uni?"
"Yes", she replied a little indignantly, "he was a great guy, we got on great, but he got a job in Croatia and I didn't want to move there."
"Maybe he found an Eastern European Mummy to tuck him in at night?", Dylan said with a bit of a smirk.
"Said the man sitting naked in a vinyl suit!", Zoe sounded a bit cross.
"Er sorry, I just didn't think someone so, er, tall, would be into that sort of thing"
"So if you don't want to wear a diaper, what do you want?", she said slightly tersely.
"To make love like this, wearing plastic, you know, both of us, oh, by the way where did you get that Mac? I am certain I would have remembered seeing it before?"
"Never mind that now", she replied.
"Seriously, why do you have it if you don't like it?", he pressed her.
"It was a reminder of David ok, are you happy now?", she crossed her arms, "it was his favourite, to see me in it, with an apron and rubber gloves".
"Have you worn it after he left?", Dylan was feeling more settled now he knew that his wife had a past that involved his fetish in some way, even she didn't share it.
"No, that wouldn't be right would it. I just kept it packed away as a memory", she reminisced, "this is the first time since
losing him".
"Losing him", her husband quizzed, "I thought you broke up with him?"
"I did, but it wasn't easy, I wanted to be with him be he didn't want to be with me enough not to go".
"So it wasn't the whole adult baby thing that drove you apart?", his voice seemed sympathetic.
Dylan watched the plastic material of her raincoat crease around her hands that were gripping her arms quite tightly, "surely she must feel the material on her bare skin", he thought.
"No, I didn't share his desire but I respected his needs and we had a lot of fun together, he wasn't always a baby, often we had normal sex, which was wonderful", she was rocking in her seat slightly, the Mac moved provocatively.
"We have lots of wonderful normal sex don't we", his comment was a statement but he was hoping for her to answer it in the affirmative.
She paused, he felt she was considerimg her response a bit too long, "of course darling", she finally answered.
Zoe moved over to her husband and knelt down putting her hands on his knees. He watched her large breasts bobbing behind the plastic Mac, her nipples rubbed provocatively on the shiny material and Dylan found his cock was starting to wake up again. She kissed him, "ok let's see what happens", she said.

[Rives]

A great story well told. Maybe Zoe will morph into strict Mummy after all and before he knows it, Dylan will be marched to the shops for a traditional pakamac of his own?

Can't wait for the next episode

[mason]

This is a much better than average story.

I'm so sick of all this gay porn rubbish loooooooong on sex and tragically short on plot.