The isolated detached house wasn't visible from the main highway. The property was tucked away on the north side of Barnet - one of the most prosperous districts in North London. Terry steered his Jaguar through a pair of high gates, which opened as he approached, then up to his old friend's impressive house.

After parking his car and ringing the bell at the side of a huge oak front door, a smartly dressed butler opened it and ushered him inside. Terry stood in the impressive, marble tiled entrance hall while the butler hung his coat in a closet to the side. A figure emerged from a doorway midway down the hall. It was Carl, looking remarkably chipper.

"Ah, Terry, there you are. I thought you'd got lost," joked his old friend, Carl Perkins, as he approached him. "Having trouble finding the house?" They shook hands and patted each other's arms.

"No, the sat nav found you. It was the traffic that delayed me."

"Come on, let me show you the lounge." The two men moved through into the sumptuously furnished sitting room, which amazed Terry from the moment he entered. "Take a seat," Carl said, pointing at a long leather sofa, while he seated himself opposite Terry, in a matching easy chair.

"This is very impressive, Carl," observed Terry, drinking in the lush Art Deco design of the room as he lowered himself onto the leather sofa. "Is this your design or have you inherited it from the previous occupants?" Terry stroked the smooth surface of the sofa and was surprised to find that it was rubber and not leather! "Oh," he gasped. It felt as though he was sitting in a heavy haze, for a heady aroma was rising from the latex and infiltrated his senses.

"No, I've had the decorators in and they've just finished," his host replied, then noticed Terry's curiosity. "Yes, its latex rubber. Amazing, don't you think?"

Terry glanced around the room and noticed more items that could also be made from rubber. "Carl, I like what you've done."

"I told you on the phone to expect some surprises Terry," his old friend exclaimed, with a roguish look on his face.

Terry had known Carl since they were at university together. Both men were from privileged backgrounds, were the same age, and shared the same tastes in women and hellraising. The two men had so much in common that their strong friendship had lasted till the present day. However, Terry was witnessing a new Carl. He looked fitter and his new house was a step up in class.

Carl's father was German, while his mother American. He had inherited a strong Germanic appearance, with thick blond hair, an angular face and full, wide lips. He was a large brute of a man, with a barrel chest and solid square shoulders. He wasn't as tall as Terry, but he more than made up for his lack of height with a solid physique.

Terry had gone on to make his fortune in retail, with a string of lingerie shops, while Carl had made his fortune in shipping. The two men had met at their club a week earlier and the topic of their young wives had cropped up. One double scotch led to another and Terry soon found himself telling Carl about some of the problems he was having with his wife Jenny.

Jenny was only 25, twenty years his junior, and after 2 years of marriage he hadn't been able to break her frigid character down, leaving the marriage decidedly on the rocks. Quite frankly, Terry was bored with vanilla sex and his wife's coy behaviour. He was on the point of kicking her out when he met Carl and disclosed the details of his disappointing marriage.

Carl had immediately shown an interest in Terry's souring relationship with Jenny and her flawed character. The German told him that he knew a private clinic that could solve his marital difficulties, providing he had an open mind on the subject of Holistic therapy.

Because of the sensitive nature of their treatment, Carl explained, the doctors had formed a secretive club that could only be accessed after a strict vetting process. At first, Terry had laughed at the idea, but when he saw that his old friend was serious, he agreed to be considered for a membership to the mystery club.

After only 3 days, Carl had phoned him and asked him to drop by and take a look at his new house. He also promised to give Terry more details about the private club; and provide a demonstration of its benefits. Terry wondered what on earth his friend meant by such a statement, so immediately accepted the invitation.

His friend picked up a silver bell from his side table and shook it. It produced a loud musical ringing that was quite pleasant on the ear. How very decadent, Terry thought, glancing toward the door to see who would respond.

There was a brief pause before the butler appeared and walked over to Carl.

"Colin, tell Marlene my guest is here and to prepare herself for a demonstration in latex."

Terry's eyes widened at the idea of witnessing his friend's wife being dressed provocatively in latex. What on earth was he going to get her to do? he wondered. The butler, wearing a dark green jacket, hurried away to deliver the instructions.

"I had a very similar problem to yours, Terry," Carl admitted. "You've met my wife Marlene a couple of times. Were you aware that I was having problems?"

"No, not really. Looks can be deceiving."

"Not in Marlene's case. She's like your Jenny. Her appetite for sex faded soon after the honeymoon."

"We're both been unlucky. For such a sexy young woman, Jenny has disappointed me on many fronts."

"Well, my Marlene is a very different girl after a couple of week's treatment at the clinic. It was purely voluntary on her part. Marlene knew I was frustrated and wanted to mend our marriage as much as I did. Terry, just sit quietly and enjoy the show, but be prepared for a shock!"

Terry, hearing some movement behind him, turned and did indeed get a massive shock. Marlene, wearing one of the kinkiest outfits he had ever seen on a woman, had just entered the room.

"Oh?" He couldn't help gasping with shock.

Carl's pretty young wife was dressed from head to foot in shiny black latex. A long rubber corset, with quarter cups, tightly encased her torso and had been drawn in at the waist to produce the perfect hourglass figure. The boned garment had an lower section of soft filmy latex that snuggly gripped her hips, then flared out like a short skater's skirt.

The outfit was amazing, but Terry's eyes were drawn to the occasional glimpse of Marlene's cute, denuded vulva and her peeping dimple with its dipping cleft. In fact, as she neared and because of his low seat, he soon had a static view of her plump labia lips which disappeared enticingly under and into her secretive heart shaped thigh tunnel.

The corset had narrow quarter cups, which lifted the young woman's generous tits, giving them an aggressive, thrusting appearance. Marlene's huge strawberry areolas and cherry-pip nipples stood out proudly. From the look of her swollen nubs, Terry guessed that they had recently come in for a lot of attention.

The skirt swished around her shapely butt cheeks, for the filmy material seemed to have a mind of its own as she sashayed her way around the furniture. A high posture collar with 'D' rings was secured round her neck and looked extremely uncomfortable, as did the ring gag and head harness that she was wearing. The girl's long black hair flowed through the thick rubber straps and fell around her shoulders.