I looked at what Yelena was holding up and immediately said, "No."

"Not even if it makes your husbandwife fall to their knees and lap you up like you are ice cream?" the younger of the Black Widows teased.

"Loki won't be doing much lapping if I wear that. Besides, I don't know if he's into latex."

The piece Yelena was holding up wasn't much to look at without the shine stuff that people put on latex clothing to give it that glossy look, but I could already tell it wasn't me. It was a one-piece bodysuit with no sleeves, a hole cut into the chest to show off a woman's rack, and there was a zipper at the crotch. It would be the only way to have any fun in it otherwise, since it would be hard as hell to get out of the outfit once you put it on. I didn't want to wear it. I wasn't lying when I said I wasn't sure if Loki had a thing for latex, and it looked hot and uncomfortable.

It was also tight and would reveal everything. Even though I had regained some of my muscle and curves over the time since I broke Silence and recovered from nearly dying to maintain that shield that kept the Beyonder from destroying this universe, I wasn't completely comfortable highlighting what I had. Why, oh why, did I let Yelena talk me into these things? And why did she get such a perverse pleasure out of dragging me into these specialty shops?

"I think they will be after seeing you in this. Loki likes you in everything you wear. Kinky marriage should have kinky clothes to go with it."

Yelena knew Loki and I were kinky because she caught me one day squirming when I was getting used to the newest size buttplug Loki was having me wear at the time. She badgered and badgered until I confessed why I was looking so uncomfortable, and the rest was history. The woman was a bit too invested in our sex life for my comfort.

"I would need a can opener just to get out of it."

"There's a zipper. Besides, your wifehusband will help you."

I stared at Yelena.

"Come on, you can afford it, and the matching boots and gloves as well."

The gloves were opera length black gloves also in latex. The boots were also latex and came to about mid-thigh.

"You will see. They will be reduced to putty when they see you in this."

I sighed. Yelena had been right about the clothing she picked out for me before, which included my wedding dress, but this...

I hesitated as she dangled the outfit in front of me.

"Fine. I just hope the return policy here is generous."

Yelena squealed and jumped. "We go to your place, and I help you into this. Even if Loki is not into latex now, they will be! You see!"

What the hell had I been thinking, letting Yelena talk me into this? I stared at myself in the mirror. Yelena had helped pull the outfit on me, zipped me up, and then helped me apply the latex shiny lotion to the bodysuit, gloves, and boots before leaving and making me promise I wouldn't take it off until Loki saw me in it. But the more I looked at myself, the more likely it became I would break that promise.

The latex hugged every curve, what curves there existed anyway, and contrasted with my pale skin, only emphasizing the fact that I didn't spend nearly as much time out in the sun as I should. Of course, I was an angel and therefore my skin would always heal any damage the sun did to it, which included tanning, but still. My skin couldn't breathe in it, and it was nearly as uncomfortable as wearing a corset.

I looked ridiculous. I was right, this wasn't me.

I was trying to figure out how I could use my telekinesis to help me out of the thing without ruining it to the point where the store wouldn't take it back when I looked in the mirror and froze.

Loki was behind me, standing in the doorway. He was staring and not saying a word.

I suddenly felt very, very shy and awkward. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. I wasn't really getting anything through our bond but static. "Um, how was your afternoon?"

He still didn't say anything, just kept staring.

I fidgeted. "Yelena talked me into it," I blurted. "You know how she likes to treat me as her own personal Barbie doll."

Nothing.

I sighed, deflated. "You hate it. I thought you might. Just give me a few minutes to get out of this and--"

One moment he was at the doorway. The next he had me pinned against the wall, one hand around my throat, the other holding one of my gloved wrists against the wall. His thigh was between my legs, and he was kissing the life out of me.

He broke the kiss long enough to growl, "The only way you are getting out of that is if I peel it off you, understood?" He didn't wait for my answer before going back to kissing me.

His hands began moving, running over my skin and then over the latex, moaning in sensory pleasure when he felt the shiny, smooth material on his own skin. My hands roamed as well, smoothing down his back, tangling in his hair, then finally moving to start working on his shirt buttons. It wasn't easy with him crushing me against the wall like he was, but I managed to get enough buttons undone to slide my hand under his shirt and touch his chest with my hand wrapped in the cool latex glove.

He backed away enough to pull his shirt off, not bothering to unbutton it, which meant he almost ripped the garment and sent some buttons flying. Loki's eyes looked at me up and down again before he pressed me against the wall once more to kiss me hungrily. His thigh was between my legs again and I could feel how hard he was on my thigh through his pants, pants that I reached for. I fumbled with his belt and zipper, reaching in to pull him out.

He gasped as I wrapped my gloved hand around his shaft and pumped my arm. He pulled away from me enough so that he could look down and watch as my latex covered hand worked him. I smoothed my thumb over the opening and squeezed harder. He groaned and rocked his hips in time with my rubbing.

One of his hands grabbed my hair close to my skull, his eyes riveted on the sight of my hand jerking him off. It was serving to arouse him even more, and it wasn't long before his cum spurted out all over the latex, white streaks against the shiny black.

He leaned his forehead against mine, catching his breath. We spent a few minutes like that, holding one another, him spent from the handjob, and me still aching for him. I couldn't help but rub my zippered crotch on his thigh, which I was still straddling, needing some friction to provide some relief.

He opened his eyes, grabbed my wrists, spun me around, and shoved me onto our bed. He forced my wrists above my head, and I heard a click. Then he stood back up and I craned my neck to see what he did.

Loki had cuffed me to the headboard. I didn't think he was a fan of cuffs, but here we were. And of course, he had magically reinforced them so that even my strength couldn't break them.

I looked back at...her. Loki had switched things up on me...and now it was my turn to stare.

She had conjured a latex outfit of her own, a latex catsuit that hugged her ample curves. Her entire body from the neck down was clad in shiny dark green latex, except for the holes that had been cut out to display her breasts, and another hole that displayed her vulva.

"I decided you cannot be the only one clad in this delightful material, Pet."

My eyes raked her from head to toe. I might have drooled a little.

She came to the bed and smacked my thighs, which I had been squeezing together, apart. "None of that, Pet." Then her fingers went to the zipper keeping my crotch hidden, making quick work of it, exposing myself to her gaze.

I trembled, barely able to contain myself, licking my lips. Loki of course noticed. "Hungry, Pet? Perhaps I should feed you?"

If that meant what I thought it did, then by all means I wanted to be fed.

Her latex clad hands stroked my latex covered body, cupping my breasts, and then she bent down and kissed me. "I am hungry as well," she whispered. Then she turned and climbed onto the bed near the headboard. I shivered with excitement as she straddled my head, her knees on other side of my head, and her lower lips in perfect position for my mouth.

I went to work immediately, moaning at her taste while running my tongue up her slit. I felt her upper body lean forward and then felt her mouth assault my own labia and clit, her fingers keeping the zippered crotch of the bodysuit opened to allow her further access. I moaned and sucked her lips into my mouth, my tongue dipping inside her.

It became a competition after that, the two of us working to see who could make whom come first. Loki had a lot of experience on me, so it was really no contest, and it wasn't long before I moaned loudly into her crotch. She used her seidr to keep my thighs apart so that I wouldn't crush her head between them.

She made me come two more times before she finally cried out, her cum coating my lips and chin. Loki was not only very skilled, but she was very good at holding out when she wanted to, so it was a given that I would lose the contest. I continued to eat her out, and her mouth kept moving on me. I didn't know how long we continued, but at last Loki rolled off me. Both of us were wrung out and spent.

She roused enough to get up and uncuff me, rubbing my wrists to ensure the circulation would return to my hands before laying down and gathering me in her arms.

"It is not every day that I discover I have a new fetish," she chuckled into my hair, and I sighed, accepting that Yelena was right once again.