KATE CH 9 CHOICES
The first weeks after getting back from Vegas were extremely busy. Roger had to get the nine machines sold or rented built and shipped. Desirae and Kate decided to have Roger and Kate's company handle the books for "Bronco Tables, Inc." Roger felt Desirae should be President of the new company. He felt an industry that was overwhelmingly men should have to deal with a woman for these machines. You need every edge you can get, and if some of them are more uncomfortable, the better for them. They decided Roger would be Vice-President, sales and marketing and Kate would be secretary and treasurer. They were now up and running.
Roger had to laugh to himself. He built that machine to try and keep Kate from the deep end of her fetishes, and it turns out to be something that could make them some money. Of course, he and Kate didn't need any more money, but it's still okay.
One night, as Roger and Kate were sitting in bed talking, Kate decided it was time to bring it up again. "Honey, we still need to talk about that machine."
"I know. Why don't we start with you trying to explain to me the thrill you get and what it takes to get it?"
Kate was very nervous. She hadn't expected him to start with a philosophical discussion, but she couldn't really fault him for wanting to get to the heart of the matter. "It might be hard to understand, but here goes. You remember the best orgasm you have ever had. I don't mean with me, or anything like that. Just remember you best memory." She stopped and waited.
"Ok, I've got it, and it was with you." Kate couldn't help herself, she blushed, and Roger smiled.
"Now, imagine if every orgasm was that great. I mean, every one. That is what they feel like either when I am being fucked by many nameless men or inside that machine. I didn't know the name until you told me, but that feeling of being used by people for their pleasure turns me on like nothing else. I have good orgasms when we make love, and it's not like I am unsatisfied with our sex life. It's nothing like that. I am coming to the realization that I am asking unreasonable things of you. My sex life more than ten years after our wedding is better than 95% of married couples. I have decided to stop with the machine, and I never have contemplated looking for random men to have sex with." Kate looked down at her hands.
Roger could tell she REALLY didn't want to do that, but she was thinking of him, and he loved her even more for it. But he wasn't going to let it end there. "What if I told you we may have other options." She looked at him with a dubious face.
"I have found nothing that compares to those things."
Roger smiled, "I used my time in Vegas at the fetish convention looking for alternatives that might give you the same buzz without the consequences. I found a couple and had them shipped here. I can show them to you if you want."
"Of course, I want you to show me what you have." For the first time in a while, Kate thought there might be a way out of this.
Roger went to a closet and brought out a couple of boxes. "The first one is a rubber sex doll costume. It fits over you with only your eyes, mouth, nose, breasts, pussy, and ass showing. It is stiff so you would be a doll, to be used by whomever is there with you." She had heard of these things, but she never thought about them for her. "The second is a head lock that goes in the bed. You are strapped into the bed face up. You won't be able to move, and I could lay on you and use you as I wish. You could be under the covers for as long as I wish." Kate's head was spinning. She might have options, after all.
"Get them out. Let's see them." Roger opened the suit and took it out of the box. He laid it on the bed. It was a latex costume that was light weight but durable. The head would fit tight over hers and the openings could be changed to fit the needs. Her breasts would be open, but the rest of her body would be encased in latex. Her back would be open so her skin could breathe, but the only other openings were her pussy and ass. She wanted to try that on right then. "Let's just put it on to see how it fits."
Roger smiled and helped her pull the skintight latex over her body. Being the first time, it took a while. She had to begin by putting her legs through the back and pulling everything up like stockings. She then put her arms through the back and into the arms of the suit. When she was completely encased in latex, Roger pulled the top over her head. The transformation was incredible. Laying on his bed was a sex doll with real breasts. He squeezed her breasts and patted her head.
Roger decided to enjoy the moment. She had to feel the real experience anyway. He stuck his finger into her mouth. She sucked on it eagerly. He stopped and went below to play with her pussy. He picked her latex legs up and did a little muff diving. Roger just lay in her wet pussy, with all her juices flowing, enjoying the sensation. After a while he got up and entered her. She was very wet, so he slipped in without any resistance. He was able to fuck her deep into her body. He fucked her until he exploded into her body. When he finally settled down, he lay on her, savoring the smell of latex. That was a new one for him. After a while, he got up and began taking the suit off her. He pulled the head over her head and pealed the arms up her arms until she was able to pull out. Lastly, he had to pull the entire suit down her legs to get her feet out of it. When she was free, she lay on the bed, panting. She was sweeting and gasping.
"That is a great experience. I might have a hydration problem if I stay in that too long."
"The good thing about that is you can eat and use the bathroom yourself, with a little help." They sat looking at each other, not knowing what to say. Roger finally broke the silence. "The other thing is in the bed, so we will have to try it tonight."
He showed her the contraption that would encase her head under the covers. She put it on to see how it fit. It was tight and it had a mouth ring that would keep her tongue from falling back down her throat. She realized she would not be able to move her head at all with this thing on. There were cuffs and locks on this thing. When she was in it, she would be spreadeagle on the bed on her back, and unable to move at all. The thought made her wet all over again. Bless Roger for trying to find some different ways they could work out her problems.
Later that evening, they both had a hot shower, and got ready for bed.