Maid Of Honor

"Mom, shoo! We can handle things. That's why they invented maids of honor."

"He's your ex."

"And I'm gay. Who says I can't have a maid of honor who's a man?"

"Because, technically-"

"Mother, please go pester someone else."

The door closed. Footsteps retreated down the hall.

"You know, this is a bit weird."

"Babe, you don't know weird."

Dan gave her a quizzical look.

Marsha bent and pulled a box from under the bed, flipped off the lid. Pulled out a pair of white panties.

"I couldn't trust a mere friend with this."

"Rubber?"

"Latex."

She slid her hands under her robe, squirmed a bit, tugged a bit. She pulled the bra from the box, turned, shrugged out of her robe and into the bra.

"Snap me. It's kind of tricky."

"You know, we had our kinky games, but this?"

"Not kink, fetish."

"And the difference would be?"

"Here." She took his hand, put it on her ass. "How does that feel? Nice?"

"Mm."

He stroked her ass, squeezed her cheeks. She slapped his hand away.

"Yeah, I can tell."

Marsha retrieved a rubber legging, handed it to him.

"Which feels nicer?"

"You're kidding, right?"

"That's the point. If you get off on a person wearing an object, a shoe, say, that's kink. If you get off on the shoe itself, that's fetish. Andrea has a rubber fetish. Don't get me wrong. We have a normal sex life. It's just one of her quirks. It'll turn her on knowing I'm wearing rubber under my gown."

"Like it turned me on when you wore the corset and garter belt at our wedding."

Marsha felt a wave of warmth wash over her. She stepped into his arms, kissed him.

"I love you. I always will."

"Me, too. And I'm happy for you. I really am."

"I know."

Marsha sat on the edge of the bed, pulled on the rubber leggings, stood, wrapped the garter belt around her waist, fastened the clips. There was a pair of white gloves and she wriggled her fingers into them, smoothed them up over her elbows. She stood and pulled the white, rubber slip over her head. Dan helped her tug it down.

He held the gown over her head, it drifted down in a cloud of white lace. He buttoned the back.

Marsha sat at the table, did her makeup.

He looked into the box.

"What's this other stuff?"

"That's for later. I told you you didn't know weird."

She turned back to the mirror.

"I'm glad Andrea's a lipstick lesbian. I like pretty things."

"What is she wearing?"

"Suit jacket and blouse to match you guys. And a long, floor-length skirt."

He helped her into her shoes. She wormed her hands into a pair of lace gloves.

"Well?"

"Beautiful. I'm Jealous."

She gave him a peck on the cheek, grabbed a tissue and rubbed the pink off.

The wedding went as these things do. There was a small crowd in the back yard. The couple stood under a flower-draped trellis, said their vows.

Later there was food and music. Later still the crowd drifted away.

Andrea was in a huddle with the caterer and the band. Marsha took Dan's hand.

"Come on."

Back in her room she handed him a camera.

"Forgot to do this earlier, so we'll just do it while I undress instead."

They got Marsha undressed. Dan took pictures.

"Okay," Marsha said, once again naked beneath her robe. "Here's where it gets weird."

"Rubber underwear wasn't weird?"

Marsha smiled and shook her head. She pulled more rubber objects from the box.

"It's a surprise for Andrea."

First there was the black, latex catsuit. Marsha turned around, shrugged out of the robe, stepped into the catsuit, and tugged.

"I could use a little help here."

Dan bent to the task and a couple of minutes later Marsha was encased, waist to toes in shiny, black rubber. She wriggled her hands into the arms of the thing.

"Okay, before with go on, that other thing is a latex sack. You're going to put me in it and fasten the belts. There are five of them, long and short. You'll figure it out. The sack has some holes in it at one end. That's the head end, Okay?"

Dan wasn't a hundred percent sure of how this was going to work, but he said, "Yeah. Holes and straps."

"Okay. The hood has holes for my nostrils. Make sure they're in place. Andrea is into rubber not necrophilia. And once I'm in you're going to have to do a bit of yanking and smoothing in order to get the zip to zip. Oh! And take pictures."

Dan pulled the hood over Marsha's head, aligned the holes, yanked, smoothed and zipped and took pictures.

He laid the sack on the bed, found the holes, pushed Marsha down onto the bed, and pulled her into the sack. He zipped it. It was snug, but not as snug as the catsuit.

Last came the straps. There were five of them. Two longish, two middling and one short. Two for her chest, one for her waist, one for her knees, and the last for her ankles. At least that's what he figured and, as it turns out, he figured correctly.

When he finished his ex-wife was encased in two layers of black latex and bound chest to ankles in black, leather straps. He tugged a bit here, pulled a bit there. Marsha made mmfing noises. He hoped they were happy noises.

"You okay?"

Marsha mmfed and nodded.

He patted her shoulder.

"Have fun."

Downstairs, Andrea was pacing, sipping a glass of wine.

"God! Are you guys done yet?"

"Yeah. She wanted everything to be, er, perfect."

Andrea pulled him in for a hug.

"Thanks, Dan. It was perfect, just perfect."

"My pleasure." He gestured toward the stairs. "She's waiting for you."

Andrea gave him a wink and a leer, headed up the stairs.

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