Our red vinyl macs (not explicit)
Posted: July 4th, 2025, 10:35 am
'Why have you got so many?' Peggy had discovered my large rainmac stash, I'd hidden in the spare room wardrobe. I could only look down, grossly embarressed. 'Well?' Both hands on hips, 'you obviously had them hidden, is this a bit of a fetish thing?' I was surprised she used that terminology. I nodded. She giggled, 'why didnt you tell me?'
'Its not the sort of thing you shout from the roof tops is it!'
'S'pose not. But why macs, and they're all shiny and hooded. Do you wear them?'
I was now glowing beetroot, I wanted the floor to swallow me, I couldnt reply.
'I think you would like me to wear one wouldn't you. How about this lovely bright red one, you seem to like red, what do you think?' She went to remove it from its hanger. I grabbed her wrist.
'No, please don't, you wouldn't understand' I was still blushing profusely, 'its something Ive been stuck with all my life, its so embarrassing.' I sat down on the bed. She followed.
'C'mon, tell me, I want to know, we shouldn't have secrets. After three months, we should share everything.' She lifted the glistening mac off its hanger, she shook it a bit, it made that lovely shlocky noise that a quality vinyl made. She poured herself into it. How could I stop her doing the one thing I always dreamed of!
'Its a bit big for me, but I love how it feels,' she hugged herself then pulled its ample hood up. Oh my god, she looked adorable. 'Well, how do I look? Do you still fancy me in your shiny red mac?' I looked up, tears in my eyes. I still couldn't speak.
'Come here you big soppy' the cuddle was sincere, the big squeeze followed by such a passionate kiss, relaxed me. The handfuls of vinyl were a serious turn on. I couldn't say so. 'Look at me,' her finger lifted my chin up. Eye contact. A tear ran down my cheek. Her finger wiped it away. She licked it. 'I love you. If this is what you want, what you need, so long as you love me back, whats the problem?' I shrugged, I still felt stupid, I couldn't believe what she had just said.
'I....I....love you too. I was scared it would push you away. Its not exactly normal is it?'
'Look. Normal is what makes two people happy isn't it?'
'Guess so.'
'Lets go down stairs and have some wine, we need to talk this through young man. While you are at it, you can put this mac on, have you bought one in my size yet? Bet you have.' She folded the hood down, gave me another huge hug, disrobed, 'now put it on, NOW, and wheres mine!'
She was of course right. A month into our relationship, I had bought her an identical matching red mac in her size. She put it on without a word.
'Come on. Your turn. Put it on. Lets get pissed!'
Two hours and two bottles later, my secrets were out. She sat there listening intensely, sipping her wine, occasionally interupting. She declared how fascinating my revelations were. She constantly touched or squeezed my arm. It was wonderful. For the first time I told my story. She constantly gently rubbed the vinyl. I prayed she enjoyed its touch. I off loaded truthfully for the first time ever. It was such a relief, but! I waited for the inevitable rebuff. It never came. 'We all have our little secrets, little foibles, it really doesn't matter'. She sighed, then giggled. 'Actually, I have a little secret too'. I looked up, still feeling vunerable. 'I've never given it much thought really, up until now.' It was her turn to look a little nervous.
'Go on,' I encouraged, vinyl creaking loudly as I leant forwards, 'it cant be anymore ridiculous than this', I grabbed and waved my bright red shiny arm. Her eyes held mine, 'maybe......., right from a young kid, I liked to tie myself up'. I noted a definite flush in her cheeks. 'Dont know why. I just liked the feeling. Even occasionally now, I go to bed and tie my ankles and wrists. Ive become quite an expert at self bondage.' Her laugh was false. 'Weird, isn't it!'
I thought carefully for a second, 'not at all, I guess its like a comfort rug thing. Mines wrapping myself up, yours is securing yourself. Perhaps they are related.' I knew they were. A large leather case in the bottom of my wardrobe backed that up! I'd been tying, chaining and locking myself up in my macs for years. I leaned over and topped up her wine. We had had quite a bit. It was also getting very late. She also leaned forward, creaking delightfully, 'I love you. I love you so much.' Her eyes filled with tears. 'Hey, thats enough of that. I love you even more now the truth is out.' She wiped away a tear. 'Sorry, too much wine. Can I stay tonight?' We finished our glasses and with a lot of toshing, made our way upstairs. She giggled, 'I love the noise they make' and disappeared into the bathroom, 'see you in a sec,' and closed the door. I sat on the bed trying to work it all out. I was still a bit confused. Not wanting to push the issue I decided to disrobe but left my mac lying across the bed. Stripping down to my boxers I waited for Peggy to re-appear. In she came, now naked but bashfully covering her modesty up with her mac. 'Dont look' she coyly smirked. I smiled and removed myself to the bathroom, I have to say, a little disappointed she was not wearing her mac anymore. But hey, what do you really expect? We had only slept together a few times. Its still early days. I did the necessities and clicked off the light. The bedroom was now in semi darkness, only a small bedside light glowed. I could just see her pretty, smiling face just above the duvet. 'Get those awful shreddies off, and get in here...... Now!' Wow. Loved it. I lifted the duvet, 'turn the light out, I'm shy,'. I did. What a greeting. Just a hint of fresh perfume, the creak of vinyl, her vinyl covered arms flung around my neck. We coiled up together in a most passionate embrace, lasting minutes, gently tumbling around kissing and cuddling. She suddenly stopped. 'Here, put your coat on too, I know you want to'. She pulled it out from under the covers and helped me in. She whispered, 'I want you to tie me up in my shiny red mac, pleeeeeese!' I gasped. 'Later, darling, later.' Two now warm pvc on naked bodies entwined in pvc passion. I was in seventh heaven. I do not need to describe further details. I will leave the reader to use his/her own imagination!
'Its not the sort of thing you shout from the roof tops is it!'
'S'pose not. But why macs, and they're all shiny and hooded. Do you wear them?'
I was now glowing beetroot, I wanted the floor to swallow me, I couldnt reply.
'I think you would like me to wear one wouldn't you. How about this lovely bright red one, you seem to like red, what do you think?' She went to remove it from its hanger. I grabbed her wrist.
'No, please don't, you wouldn't understand' I was still blushing profusely, 'its something Ive been stuck with all my life, its so embarrassing.' I sat down on the bed. She followed.
'C'mon, tell me, I want to know, we shouldn't have secrets. After three months, we should share everything.' She lifted the glistening mac off its hanger, she shook it a bit, it made that lovely shlocky noise that a quality vinyl made. She poured herself into it. How could I stop her doing the one thing I always dreamed of!
'Its a bit big for me, but I love how it feels,' she hugged herself then pulled its ample hood up. Oh my god, she looked adorable. 'Well, how do I look? Do you still fancy me in your shiny red mac?' I looked up, tears in my eyes. I still couldn't speak.
'Come here you big soppy' the cuddle was sincere, the big squeeze followed by such a passionate kiss, relaxed me. The handfuls of vinyl were a serious turn on. I couldn't say so. 'Look at me,' her finger lifted my chin up. Eye contact. A tear ran down my cheek. Her finger wiped it away. She licked it. 'I love you. If this is what you want, what you need, so long as you love me back, whats the problem?' I shrugged, I still felt stupid, I couldn't believe what she had just said.
'I....I....love you too. I was scared it would push you away. Its not exactly normal is it?'
'Look. Normal is what makes two people happy isn't it?'
'Guess so.'
'Lets go down stairs and have some wine, we need to talk this through young man. While you are at it, you can put this mac on, have you bought one in my size yet? Bet you have.' She folded the hood down, gave me another huge hug, disrobed, 'now put it on, NOW, and wheres mine!'
She was of course right. A month into our relationship, I had bought her an identical matching red mac in her size. She put it on without a word.
'Come on. Your turn. Put it on. Lets get pissed!'
Two hours and two bottles later, my secrets were out. She sat there listening intensely, sipping her wine, occasionally interupting. She declared how fascinating my revelations were. She constantly touched or squeezed my arm. It was wonderful. For the first time I told my story. She constantly gently rubbed the vinyl. I prayed she enjoyed its touch. I off loaded truthfully for the first time ever. It was such a relief, but! I waited for the inevitable rebuff. It never came. 'We all have our little secrets, little foibles, it really doesn't matter'. She sighed, then giggled. 'Actually, I have a little secret too'. I looked up, still feeling vunerable. 'I've never given it much thought really, up until now.' It was her turn to look a little nervous.
'Go on,' I encouraged, vinyl creaking loudly as I leant forwards, 'it cant be anymore ridiculous than this', I grabbed and waved my bright red shiny arm. Her eyes held mine, 'maybe......., right from a young kid, I liked to tie myself up'. I noted a definite flush in her cheeks. 'Dont know why. I just liked the feeling. Even occasionally now, I go to bed and tie my ankles and wrists. Ive become quite an expert at self bondage.' Her laugh was false. 'Weird, isn't it!'
I thought carefully for a second, 'not at all, I guess its like a comfort rug thing. Mines wrapping myself up, yours is securing yourself. Perhaps they are related.' I knew they were. A large leather case in the bottom of my wardrobe backed that up! I'd been tying, chaining and locking myself up in my macs for years. I leaned over and topped up her wine. We had had quite a bit. It was also getting very late. She also leaned forward, creaking delightfully, 'I love you. I love you so much.' Her eyes filled with tears. 'Hey, thats enough of that. I love you even more now the truth is out.' She wiped away a tear. 'Sorry, too much wine. Can I stay tonight?' We finished our glasses and with a lot of toshing, made our way upstairs. She giggled, 'I love the noise they make' and disappeared into the bathroom, 'see you in a sec,' and closed the door. I sat on the bed trying to work it all out. I was still a bit confused. Not wanting to push the issue I decided to disrobe but left my mac lying across the bed. Stripping down to my boxers I waited for Peggy to re-appear. In she came, now naked but bashfully covering her modesty up with her mac. 'Dont look' she coyly smirked. I smiled and removed myself to the bathroom, I have to say, a little disappointed she was not wearing her mac anymore. But hey, what do you really expect? We had only slept together a few times. Its still early days. I did the necessities and clicked off the light. The bedroom was now in semi darkness, only a small bedside light glowed. I could just see her pretty, smiling face just above the duvet. 'Get those awful shreddies off, and get in here...... Now!' Wow. Loved it. I lifted the duvet, 'turn the light out, I'm shy,'. I did. What a greeting. Just a hint of fresh perfume, the creak of vinyl, her vinyl covered arms flung around my neck. We coiled up together in a most passionate embrace, lasting minutes, gently tumbling around kissing and cuddling. She suddenly stopped. 'Here, put your coat on too, I know you want to'. She pulled it out from under the covers and helped me in. She whispered, 'I want you to tie me up in my shiny red mac, pleeeeeese!' I gasped. 'Later, darling, later.' Two now warm pvc on naked bodies entwined in pvc passion. I was in seventh heaven. I do not need to describe further details. I will leave the reader to use his/her own imagination!
