The Rubber Ball

I had this fantasy years ago about going to the rubber ball in London with my wife. I had never been to a fetish party before but my wife had been to the rubber ball with a previous boyfriend. She has never told me anything about the evening (which I would love to know about) but it has given me a rather good fantasy!

It all starts when Mrs O and myself are scheduled to meet in a nice London hotel to get ready and go to the venue from there. Mrs O gets there first and starts to get ready. She relaxes in a hot scented bath before getting out to get dressed. For the ball she has bought a fantastic, short rubber dress with very sheer seamed stockings and 4 inch patent heels. She is ready in no time and settles down with a glass of wine to wait for me. She is starting to feel a bit naughty and can't wait to get on the dance floor!

Her phone rings and its me. "I'm sorry" I say,"I am running really late and probably won't be in London before midnight" You can hear the disappointment in her voice. "Why don't you go along on your own" I say. "I will try and make it along if I can" She is reluctant but agrees to go and have a look.... "the only condition is that you keep me updated with mobile phone pics and texts" I say. She agrees. My plan is working, I never intended to go along to the ball, it was my way of seeing how far my wife would be willing to lose her inhibitions!

After she hangs up she has another glass of wine, steps over to the full length mirror, hitches up the hem of her dress to expose her stocking tops and takes a mobile phone pic. She sends it to me. When I receive it I she looks HOT, I also note that she is not wearing any panties.... I feel very turned on but also quite jealous! How will the evening turn out?

She puts on her long coat and leaves the room to go to reception and the taxi that will take her to the ball.

I do not hear anything from her for over an hour! I am going crazy wondering what is going on... then after a couple of hours have passed the first text comes through:

(Mrs O) Hi, where are you?

(Me) Still on the train, I really won't be making it to the ball, but will be at the hotel when you get back... how is it going?

(Mrs O) :(

(Mrs O) I am feeling REALLY horny, wish you were here...

(Me) You been dancing?

(Mrs O) Yes, been getting a lot of attention from a couple of guys

I feel excited and jealous part of me wants to ask her to leave and come back the the hotel but....

(Me) And?..... have they touched you? Have you touched them?

(Mrs O) Maybe..... would you like me too?

I really want her to come back now but after a lot of thought I reply:

(Me) Yes, I think so.... but you must send me some pics!

(Mrs O) Ok, xxx

I hear nothing for another 15 minutes. My mind is racing, my cock is aching and I just want to be there to watch. By this time I have made it to our hotel room and am settling into bed when my phone rings with the next txt.

(Mrs O) Are you ready for this? I have been a naughty girl! xx

(Me) Think so....

Mrs O then sends me through a series of pictures of her of her dancing with 2 very fit young men, their hands are all over her and I notice in the last picture that her skirt has been pushed up above her waist exposing her stockings and surely her pussy to all that care to look! One of the guys seems to have his hand firmly between her legs.... WOW!

(Me) Nice! I am so horny.... you look soooo sexy! Are you having fun?

( Mrs O) Yes, don't be mad but I went a little further than the last photos... I am so horny and they are paying me so much attention I just couldn't refuse...

GULP! I nervously reply:

(Me) How far? Show me!

3 More pics come through. I am startled. One shot shows my wife on her knees with her dress pulled down exposing her tits and her dress pulled up exposing her pussy. The next shots show her wanking both cocks and then wanking them close to her face...

(Me) WOW! Did you suck them? I won't be mad...

(Mrs O) Yes, they are both sooooo big and I feel so horny! Would you like me to go further?

(Me) How far would you like to go?

(Mrs O) I want them both to fuck me, I want their cum inside me..... Pleeeeease?

Before I can reply my phone dies on me! Bugger! I am now not sure how I would have replied or what will now happen! Will she stay and let them have her or will she come back to me at the hotel?

I lie in bed, 2 hours pass before I hear the key in the door. She's back. She takes off her coat. I can see dried stains on her rubber dress - spilled drink or cum? I then look down at her legs and notice the rivers of cum running down her thighs and onto her stocking tops! My cock stirs!

She smiles and walks over to me. I have my answer.