Author's note: This chapter was inspired by the Literotica story 'My First and Only Affair', by bonnietaylor.
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Steve and Katie worked in the same office building, and they shared a car pool along with another guy Matt, and a young girl called Christie. Christie didn't have a car, and so the other three would take it in turns to drive. But this week, Matt was working in another town, and Christie was on vacation, so as Steve waited for Katie to pick him up on Monday morning, he knew that it would just be the two of them together that week.
On hearing the familiar 'honk' of Katie's car horn, Steve kissed his wife Jane goodbye and hurried out to the street. Katie greeted him with a cherry 'good morning' as he climbed in next to her. When the four of them travelled together, the two men would sit in the front and the women in the back, or vice versa depending on who was driving, as they found that this arrangement made conversation easier. So sitting in the front seat next to Katie was a new experience for Steve. Conversation was a little slow at first, but they soon found things to talk about.
As they chatted, Steve came to realise that there was a definite advantage to sitting in the front seat with Katie, because as she drove, her skirt worked its way slowly up her legs, until quite a lot of her shapely nylon-clad legs were on show. It was about then that Steve started to have a little difficulty in keeping up his end of the conversation, as he tried not to stare at Katie's legs as she drove. But she didn't seem to notice, and soon they arrived at work.
The day at work passed as normal for Steve, but as he waited for Katie next to her car after work, he remembered the morning's trip, and in particular the part about Katie's legs. "Sorry I'm a bit late," he heard Katie say from behind him. "No problem," said Steve, jolted back to reality.
On the trip home Steve found himself once again glancing at Katie's legs as she drove, but something was different. He was certain that she had been wearing pale-coloured nylons that morning, but now they were black. And as she drove, and her skirt slipped further and further up her leg, eventually Steve could see stocking tops, and even just a little bit of a black suspender. Without thinking too much, suddenly Steve said, "So, do you always wear stockings and suspenders to work?"
Katie looked embarrassed. She reached down and pulled down her dress. "Well, since you obviously noticed, no, I don't." she said, "I bought these today at lunchtime. It's a special treat for my husband Richard."
"Lucky Richard," murmured Steve.
Katie said nothing, but her mind was busy. She and Richard had been married for almost three years, and lately things were lagging a bit in the bedroom department. She had decided to try to spice up their sex life, and so she had bought a pair of black stockings, with a matching suspender belt, black panties, and a black lace bra, all of which she was wearing. She planned to attack her husband just as soon as she got home. But as she drove, she thought of what Steve had just said. She became aware of his furtive glances at her legs, and the idea that she was turning on another man, a man who was not her husband, made her get a little wet between her legs. And as her skirt crept up her legs again, this time she made no effort to pull it down. By the time that they reached Steve's house, he was able to see not only at her stocking tops, but a little tanned thigh as well.
The next morning Steve called for Katie. He was a little disappointed to see that she was wearing normal pantihose when she climbed into the front seat next to him. Before long he could no longer resist. "So, did the stockings work?" he asked casually.
"Oh yes," Katie said, smiling. "Twice. And again this morning."
"Boy, I wish that Jane would wear something like that, once in a while," said Steve.
"Doesn't she?" asked Katie, surprised.
"No," said Steve. "I've hinted and hinted, but no luck."
"Then why don't you buy her some nice underwear?" she asked.
"Me? I wouldn't know what to buy. Or what size," he said.
"The 'what' is easy," said Katie. "You just buy something that you would like to see her wear. And as for the size, Jane is about the same size as me. I could help you buy something, if you like."
"That'd be great!" enthused Steve.
"We could go out at lunchtime today" said Katie.
"Yes," said Steve. "Thanks very much."
And so at lunchtime, Katie took Steve to the store where she had made her purchases the previous day. They chose some black stockings, a suspender belt, and two pairs of lacy black panties. But when they came to choose a bra, Steve hesitated. "Jane's a bit -- um -- larger than you are in this area," he said. "I don't know what size she is." "Then we will buy her a camisole top," said Katie, and she chose one to match the other things. Steve paid for the items and they went back to the office, where Steve spent most of the afternoon imagining his wife wearing the sexy clothes that they had purchased.
The next morning Katie called for Steve, and as soon as he climbed into the car, she asked, "Well, how did it go?"
"Total disaster," said Steve glumly. "Jane refused point blank to wear any of them. She said that they would make her look like a tart."
"Oh, I'm so sorry," said Katie sympathetically.
"And she said that she would have to shave to wear them," added Steve. "I didn't think of that."
