Black rainmacs. (Non explicit)

[pvcbliss]

One of the best on here. I never fail to enjoy rereading it. It always gets the thought buds rattling about the aftermath! Especially with two beautiful macs to be wrapped up in. What a lucky man!

[Klepperman]

Imagine the journey home. Wrapped in a rubber lined raincoat, gently glooping and caressing you all over, while the shiny black vinyl creaks with every step, every movement. The irate wife now seething and wanting to wreak revenge. You get home. Shoved indoors. 'You just cant help yourself can you. Well, those two macks cost a lot. You will have to pay me back. Get upstairs. Get fully undressed and rewrap yourself in that mackintosh'. She handed me a bag with the other. 'Then put this one on back to front. Punishment time.' I had to admit to be totally excited by my threatened ordeal! I did as ordered and sat on the edge of the bed apprehensively. Both hoods down. The second one sitting under my chin, giving off its beautiful rubbery perfume. She entered, still seathing. 'How dare you humiliate me like that and why are your hoods not up? Put them on NOW!' I of course did. The first was tied off, gently hugging my cheeks, the second she pulled on, tying it off sufficiently to remain up but enough to let just enough air in around its reversed edges. The rubber lined hood sucked deliciously to my face. Wonderful. Moreso when my wife handcuffed my hands behind my back and pushed me over onto the bed. My naked body was now being caressed by the rubber lining. The hoods crinkled in and out with each breath. I was helpless. My hands could only grab handfuls of the soft shiny vinyl. I was now getting so turned on. 'As you have been so naughty, you can stay like that until bedtime. Depending how I feel, I may release you. Actually, no I wont. You can stay like that til the morning. Then I will consider your future.' She tutted. 'You want to wear pvc and rubber. From now on you will have to pay for that pleasure. Good night slave. Shout if you need me'. The door clicked shut.....

[JoPVC]

'Changin ooms'. The neon sign flickered. Half an arrow pointed to where my wife currently was. So far about half an hour has been spent while she fannies about, taking things off, putting things on. I knew it would be a mistake going clothes shopping, but she insisted. 'You WILL enjoy it' she declared. I glanced around again the dimly lit storage area. Several racks of poorly hung clothes, a stack of boxes, some old plastic bags mixed in with a higgalty piggalty pile of tangled hangers. Not noticed before, in the corner, a taller rail, partially covered by several discarded coats, with a tell tale glimpse of shiny. Is it? Im not sure, I thought. A quick look around, I was alone, bar the misses, behind curtain numbered one. I wandered over. Its amazing. Us macintosh fans have an amazing instinct for them. Just a hem, or the edge of a hood, if it shimmers we know exactly what it is. I glanced around again, all clear. Gently moving the casually discarded coats to one side and there they hung. Two stunning shiny black full length raincoats. Again glancing quickly around, I pulled one out, still on its hanger. It absolutely glistened in the dim excuse for lighting. It felt heavy. Lifting the hanger off the rail, it almost reached the floor. Proper full length. The sweet odour of rubber exited me more. I swirled it around. The outside was a very smooth, soft to the touch vinyl. It had a large attached hood with thick draw pulls with adjusters. The front was furnished with a heavy duty zipper currently zipped to the neck but it appeared to go higher. Unzipping it slightly the smell of rubber erupted, fully lined throughout in shiny black, including the voluminous hood. It was begging to be put on. I looked around again. The wife still hidden away. I checked the collar for a size label. Nothing. Just the hanging loop. The compulsion was overwhelming. I HAD to put it on. The changing booths were empty bar one. Perfect. I called to the wife 'going to find the loo', got the ok, scooped up both macks and tiptoed into the end booth numbered six. My hands were slightly shaking, being late spring, I only had a sweater on, so quickly pulled it off. Running my arm into the first sleeve was almost orgasmic. The cold smooth touch of rubber was sensational. I pulled it on quickly. The vinyl creaked, the rubber glooped. It was the most remarkable noise. The mac fitted perfectly. Reaching down to my ankles. I zipped it up. Fixed the wide belt, then shrouding myself in the huge hood, tying it off slightly. The mirror told the whole story. It looked wonderful, I felt wonderful. I pulled the zipper up higher, over my chin, up over my mouth and nose, pulling the delicious rubber around my face, absolute heaven. I picked up the second mac, it was the same size, wicked, I pulled the shiny black hood over my face, cuddling the mac, breathing in the heady aroma, wishing I could own both of them
'What on earth do you think you are doing?' I pulled the second hood quickly off.
The sales assistant stood there, arms crossed.
'Well'
I was speechless. Caught. Fully enwrapped in two ladies shiny macs in a ladies changing room.
I just stood there, mouth, although now fully rubber hood covered, wide open.
I pulled the hood zip down, undid the drawpulls, dropped the hood, still unable to speak,
'what the, whats going on, what are you...' the wife.
'Is he with you?'
'Hmmmm, guess so. I dont believe this stupid man sometimes. What have you found this time? Ohhhh. Looks like we have just bought two macs. Does that solve the problem?'
'Yes madam. I think it does. This isn't the first time I've come across this. Men and macs! May I make a suggestion?'
My wife looked at me with that 'wait til I get you home' look, 'of couse',
'he seems so keen to wear them, hood up as well, I think he should wear at least one to go home in'
'Yes. I think you are right. Thankyou'.
'Card or cash? Im sure we can complete your transactions most satisfactorily in here'.

Any feedback gratefully received. Including critism!!!

It must be nice to get caught in such a situation! I don't know what my reaction would be?
I think that would surely excite me!
But that won't happen to me. I have shiny black outfits, including a very long raincoat that I only wear when I'm alone or with my wife.
I would like it if she caught me in a situation of "undressing / dressing" when I put on my beautiful shiny black pvc outfits!

[JoPVC]

'Changin ooms'. The neon sign flickered. Half an arrow pointed to where my wife currently was. So far about half an hour has been spent while she fannies about, taking things off, putting things on. I knew it would be a mistake going clothes shopping, but she insisted. 'You WILL enjoy it' she declared. I glanced around again the dimly lit storage area. Several racks of poorly hung clothes, a stack of boxes, some old plastic bags mixed in with a higgalty piggalty pile of tangled hangers. Not noticed before, in the corner, a taller rail, partially covered by several discarded coats, with a tell tale glimpse of shiny. Is it? Im not sure, I thought. A quick look around, I was alone, bar the misses, behind curtain numbered one. I wandered over. Its amazing. Us macintosh fans have an amazing instinct for them. Just a hem, or the edge of a hood, if it shimmers we know exactly what it is. I glanced around again, all clear. Gently moving the casually discarded coats to one side and there they hung. Two stunning shiny black full length raincoats. Again glancing quickly around, I pulled one out, still on its hanger. It absolutely glistened in the dim excuse for lighting. It felt heavy. Lifting the hanger off the rail, it almost reached the floor. Proper full length. The sweet odour of rubber exited me more. I swirled it around. The outside was a very smooth, soft to the touch vinyl. It had a large attached hood with thick draw pulls with adjusters. The front was furnished with a heavy duty zipper currently zipped to the neck but it appeared to go higher. Unzipping it slightly the smell of rubber erupted, fully lined throughout in shiny black, including the voluminous hood. It was begging to be put on. I looked around again. The wife still hidden away. I checked the collar for a size label. Nothing. Just the hanging loop. The compulsion was overwhelming. I HAD to put it on. The changing booths were empty bar one. Perfect. I called to the wife 'going to find the loo', got the ok, scooped up both macks and tiptoed into the end booth numbered six. My hands were slightly shaking, being late spring, I only had a sweater on, so quickly pulled it off. Running my arm into the first sleeve was almost orgasmic. The cold smooth touch of rubber was sensational. I pulled it on quickly. The vinyl creaked, the rubber glooped. It was the most remarkable noise. The mac fitted perfectly. Reaching down to my ankles. I zipped it up. Fixed the wide belt, then shrouding myself in the huge hood, tying it off slightly. The mirror told the whole story. It looked wonderful, I felt wonderful. I pulled the zipper up higher, over my chin, up over my mouth and nose, pulling the delicious rubber around my face, absolute heaven. I picked up the second mac, it was the same size, wicked, I pulled the shiny black hood over my face, cuddling the mac, breathing in the heady aroma, wishing I could own both of them
'What on earth do you think you are doing?' I pulled the second hood quickly off.
The sales assistant stood there, arms crossed.
'Well'
I was speechless. Caught. Fully enwrapped in two ladies shiny macs in a ladies changing room.
I just stood there, mouth, although now fully rubber hood covered, wide open.
I pulled the hood zip down, undid the drawpulls, dropped the hood, still unable to speak,
'what the, whats going on, what are you...' the wife.
'Is he with you?'
'Hmmmm, guess so. I dont believe this stupid man sometimes. What have you found this time? Ohhhh. Looks like we have just bought two macs. Does that solve the problem?'
'Yes madam. I think it does. This isn't the first time I've come across this. Men and macs! May I make a suggestion?'
My wife looked at me with that 'wait til I get you home' look, 'of couse',
'he seems so keen to wear them, hood up as well, I think he should wear at least one to go home in'
'Yes. I think you are right. Thankyou'.
'Card or cash? Im sure we can complete your transactions most satisfactorily in here'.

Any feedback gratefully received. Including critism!!!

It must be nice to get caught in such a situation! I don't know what my reaction would be?
I think that would surely excite me!
But that won't happen to me. I have shiny black outfits, including a very long raincoat that I only wear when I'm alone or with my wife.
I would like it if she caught me in a situation of "undressing / dressing" when I put on my beautiful shiny black pvc outfits!

That said, I like, when she doesn't expect it, to introduce me to her in "evening wear". She loves, but nothing more than that! It makes me happier than it does her! Does anyone have any advice for me?
I would love it to have as much effect on him as it did on me!
I have tried, I am trying, and I will try.

[Highshine5]

Lovely to read this again. I must have re read it over a dozen times. Its got to be one of the best on here.

[Highshine5]

Imagine the journey home. Wrapped in a rubber lined raincoat, gently glooping and caressing you all over, while the shiny black vinyl creaks with every step, every movement. The irate wife now seething and wanting to wreak revenge. You get home. Shoved indoors. 'You just cant help yourself can you. Well, those two macks cost a lot. You will have to pay me back. Get upstairs. Get fully undressed and rewrap yourself in that mackintosh'. She handed me a bag with the other. 'Then put this one on back to front. Punishment time.' I had to admit to be totally excited by my threatened ordeal! I did as ordered and sat on the edge of the bed apprehensively. Both hoods down. The second one sitting under my chin, giving off its beautiful rubbery perfume. She entered, still seathing. 'How dare you humiliate me like that and why are your hoods not up? Put them on NOW!' I of course did. The first was tied off, gently hugging my cheeks, the second she pulled on, tying it off sufficiently to remain up but enough to let just enough air in around its reversed edges. The rubber lined hood sucked deliciously to my face. Wonderful. Moreso when my wife handcuffed my hands behind my back and pushed me over onto the bed. My naked body was now being caressed by the rubber lining. The hoods crinkled in and out with each breath. I was helpless. My hands could only grab handfuls of the soft shiny vinyl. I was now getting so turned on. 'As you have been so naughty, you can stay like that until bedtime. Depending how I feel, I may release you. Actually, no I wont. You can stay like that til the morning. Then I will consider your future.' She tutted. 'You want to wear pvc and rubber. From now on you will have to pay for that pleasure. Good night slave. Shout if you need me'. The door clicked shut.....

Great imagination! Now that a situation many of us would give our eye teeth for!

[Highshine5]

I am amazed at the number of hits this story has had and it appears to go up rapidly daily. I have to admit that I have to read it probably a least once if not twice monthly. It just ticks all those macintosh fantasy boxes. I must add that Kleppermans sequal does add to the fantasy! I totally good read this time of night!

[Blackvinyl]

I think its because it just ticks so many boxes on the shiny mac fetish fantasy world. I think its a fantasy, many, many of us just lust for! I certainly do!

[Raincoated]

Best situation fiction on here. I continually have to read it!!!!!!