It was late on a Saturday afternoon and I was in the basement straightening and organizing my work bench, killing time before getting ready to go out to an early holiday party with my wife. Being that I was directly under the bathroom, I could hear every sound coming from there. Most notably, I could hear the sound of the hair trimmer running followed by water running in the shower. I should have known she was up to something...something naughty.
I didn't think too much of it at the time. I finished doing what I was doing, and when I heard the shower stop, I went upstairs to get myself ready. When I got out of the shower, my wife was going crazy looking through her dresser drawers for a pair of black tights to wear with her outfit. Unable to find a pair, she settled on a pair of black pantyhose instead.
As we headed off to the party, I told her how nice she looked as I playfully caressed her nylon covered leg. She knows how much it drives me crazy when she wears them. I could feel the blood start to rush to my cock as my hand stroked here silky leg. I struggled to keep it under control.
We arrived at the party early so we headed off the to the bar for a drink. As we chatted with the bartender, she kept swiveling in her seat, making sure those legs came in contact with my hand, just barely brushing against it. I flashed her a quick look. She smiled and placed her hand on mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. I was going crazy...and she knew it!
We were just about to head to the dining hall when she said "I really like these pantyhose, they are so smooth and shiny."
I didn't know how to respond. I somehow managed to get a "me too" to come out of my mouth.
"Good," she said as she leaned in closer to whisper in my ear. "I think they are going to be ripped off me later!" I just about choked on my drink!
We finished our drinks and headed off to the dining area. I somehow managed to make it through dinner, although she did not make it easy. As we ate, she kept letting those legs brush up against me. I'd like to say it was an accident, but she knew exactly what she was doing to me!
We finished our dinner and went back down to the bar for one more drink. We chatted with friends as we finished our drinks and decided to head off to our favorite pub to wish the owners a Merry Christmas knowing we wouldn't see them before the holiday.
My wife ordered another drink at the pub and by the time she was finished, I could tell she was definitely feeling...tipsy.
It took some doing, but eventually I convinced her it was time to go. As we drove through town, she grabbed my hand and guided it up under her skirt. "You are going to rip these open and fuck me," she demanded as she rubbed my hand against her. She pussy was sopping wet, she was soaked clear through her panties and pantyhose!
I drove home as quickly...and safely, as possible. I don't think I even had the car stopped before she was out of it, though the garage and up the stairs. I could hear her in the bathroom fumbling with something. I wondered what she was up to, but went about removing my shoes and jacket. As I was hanging my jacket up, I saw her go streaking by me heading for the bedroom. I quickly followed.
By the time I got there, she was already in bed and under the blankets. I pulled them back to find her in just those black pantyhose! She grabbed me and pulled me to her breast, forcing me suck on those erect, and overly sensitive, nipples (as if I was going to stop her). She was going crazy, squirming all over, aching to be fucked!
I started to slip my hand inside her pantyhose, but she stopped me. "I told you to rip them off me!" She scolded. "I ruined my favorite pair of panties so you could rip these off, now fucking do it! Rip them open and fuck me!"
So that's what she was doing in the bathroom! She had confessed that she had taken a pair of scissors and cut her panties to take them off so she didn't have to remove her pantyhose first!
