It Suits Mandy and It Suits Me by RG Bargy (WebArchive)

You cannot easily force someone to wear rubber. It takes some care, even skill to put on, to roll it over the skin, smooth out the wrinkles. This is especially true of a full body suit.

It had taken time for us to save up for the suit; time and patience. We are not wealthy. We had made do with a few items we had picked up: a skirt, a top even a helmet, but Mandy did not like that. The helmet enclosed her face completely and she felt claustrophobic inside. I did not like it really either because it hid her face from me. I love my wife, but I also love the smell of rubber.

The suit was bright blue. It was clean, it was fresh and it fitted her perfectly. We had sent off with her exact measurements. It had cost more than the cost of our honeymoon. It enclosed her right up to her face with an opening at the back to allow her hair to flow freely.

I watched her undress. She was still a little self conscious, even now. Why? I don't know, but her breathing rate increased. I hoped she would not sweat because that would make getting into the suit almost impossible. She was very careful, using plenty of lubricant and rolling it carefully up, over each leg and past her hips. I had to help her get her left arm in. I zipped up the back. She pulled the hood over her head and I eased out her hair. Even though she was fully covered I could see every perfect curve and line of her body. I am very lucky. My wife has a lovely figure...