Spandex is for Training Husbands (Nov. 2000)
by Diana

My fiance and I took a one-week vacation in Florida.  After the first time we used the pool, I knew that a change had to be made.  Here he was in his baggy black trunks and I in my shiny bright red spandex tank suit.  Not only did his not fit mine in brightness and fashion but it detracted from his nice body.

While he was in town, I did a subtle alteration to the elastic on his trunks, which he would not detect - - by eye, that is.  That evening, we rowed out to the raft in the lake for the last of the sun and then for a swim.  He dived in and I heard, "Shit!  My trunks came off."  I told him I would come in to help find them.

I spotted them on the side of the raft where he could not see them and jumped in on top of them, catching them with my foot and dragging them under the water.  He looked, but without goggles, it was not to be seen.

"Maybe it went under the raft," I suggested, and as he dived, I brought his trunks to the surface, wrung them out. and tossed them into the boat.

"Well, NOW what are you going to do?  You can't climb out like that.

"I can go back with you in the boat and you bring me a towel."

"Oh, sure, with the lifeguards and their binoculars watching.  Do you want to spend the rest of our vacation in jail?"

Before he got a chance to answer, two couples arrived on the raft.  That pretty much shot his chances of leaving as he was.  I rowed back to the beach, tossing his trunks in the water from the side of the boat that he couldn't see.  After all, if they washed up on shore, that would only be natural.

I went back to the room, made a couple of phone calls, grabbed his tennis shorts, and rowed back to the raft.

"You know, this would never happen to mewith the tank suit I am wearing."  I paused and then repeated the statement.  He had to agree.

"And tomorrow we are going shopping for a new suit for you, one which won't come off.  Right?"  A pause, then a repeat, and finally he agreed.  I gave him the shorts and he put them on under the water and came into the boat.  By now, the two couples sensed what had happened and had a good laugh.

The next morning I told him to put on his tennis shorts, with no underwear, and a T-shirt.  We were going shopping!  We went to a dancewear store which I had called and I told the woman that he needed a new spandex leotard in extra-large.  She brought out a few samples and I saw the perfect one for him -- cap sleeves, black sides and a blue "V" which ended at the crotch.  I instructed him to put it on in the changing room and to come out so we could take a look.

It was gorgeous!  The thick material in the crotch hid his bump well so he needed nothing under it.  (It helped that he was normally quite UN-endowed, but when he needed to......)  We checked with the others in the store and they all agreed.  He was hesitant so I demonstrated to him how nice it was to be wearing something that close-fitting - - I lightly scratched the bottom of his balls.  He immediatel rose to attention and then had an orgasm, right there in the store!

"Well, since you have gotten a spot on them, we will have to take it!

After rinsing out the spot, I hung it up to dry on the balcony chair, and by the time we were ready for our pre-dinner dip in the pool, it was dry.  I did do one little bit of cosmetic work before he put it on; it was not high cut and his pubic hair did not peek around the material, but that was when he was not moving.  Just to make sure that it did not after exercising and the possible riding up of the suit, I did a little trimming on the edges of his bush.

He looked gorgeous in that leotard!  A true match for mine.  Sure, he got some smiles and stares but that was to be expected . . . and also part of my plan.

But as for now, Phase One was finished.

To be continued!

Diana