For those of you who know me, you know that I'm very much a hosiery-wearing woman. The only time I'm not wearing hosiery is when I'm taking a bath or showering, though I've worn it in both situations before.
Last night, my husband and I had a romantic evening out. I dressed to impress: a short, flowing, spring-like tank dress, a pair of open-toe wedges, a cover shawl, and a pair of sheer suntan pantyhose, sans panties, of course.
Arriving home after work, an Uber was waiting. With no time to change, both my husband and I entered our ride.
At the restaurant, we were seated in a small booth at the back, which was quite romantic. It just so happened to be under a ceiling fan. It was chilly, and my husband could see my nipples poking through the material of my dress. Of all days, I probably should've worn a bra.
After several glasses of wine, I felt my body warm, and the chill faded. Dinner was delicious. We opted for an after-dinner cordial for dessert, then hand in hand, we exited the restaurant.
On the ride home, we kissed and touched each other like giddy, horny teenagers. Just making it into our house, he had my shawl off and the thin straps of my dress off my shoulders. It's no secret that when I drink, I get very loose and let my inhibitions down. Pulling out his vape, we each took several hits. Smoking grass puts me on my ass, lol.
Not even making it to our bedroom, we were going at it hot and heavy in our living room. My dress was on the floor, and I stood naked except for the sheer, silky suntan pantyhose I'd worn for the last few days. My husband is a huge fan of aged intimates; freshly worn doesn't excite or turn him on as much.
Pouring two large glasses of wine, he walked toward me, naked, his cock jutting from anticipation of what was to happen. Making a romantic toast, each of us took a large gulp, then we put our glasses down and embraced each other. I giggled as his cock poked at my nylon-encased thigh as we kissed. Our tongues explored each other's mouths, tasting one another. We hit the vape pen a few times, which I knew I'd later regret.
My husband pushed me back onto the couch, where I fell back, giggling. With my legs in the air, he grabbed my ankles, bringing my silky, sweaty feet to his face. Believe it or not, the smellier the scent, the better for him. His willing mouth kissed the soles, then engulfed my sexy, pedicured toes. For those who've never had their toes sucked, you have no idea what you're missing.
I may sound like a stuck-up bitch, but having my toes bathed by a willing mouth gets me so wet, I could enjoy it for hours on end. I'm sure he could smell my excitement, for next he spread my legs wide, one leg draped over the arm of the couch, the other bent and on the floor.
Between my legs, he knelt, lifting the one free leg over his shoulder as he buried his clean-shaven face between them. Another amazing feeling is having your pussy worshipped through a sheer nylon crotch. The sensation of wet, silky nylon rubbing on an engorged clit and a very wet, willing pussy is incredible.
After a few minutes, he brought me to a most satisfying orgasm. Standing up to pull down my pantyhose so he could finish in me, I told him he needed a condom, as I was between cycles.
Not happy, he muttered, "Forget it. Fucking with a condom is senseless. It's like using a dildo." "Don't be silly," I said. "So you don't want to fuck me unless it's without a condom?"
"Let me get this straight," I said, before taking another hit of the pen and a big gulp of wine to wash down the burn, then passing it to my husband.
"You think that a penis in a condom is like a dildo, so in essence, if a guy wanted to fuck me, as long as he wore a condom, it would be okay, because it's like a dildo?"
Exhaling while forming smoke rings, he coughed and laughed, handing me the pen again. After a long hit, I gulped more wine. "Well?" I asked.
"Yes," my husband said, not quite sure if it was the wine or the weed talking. He took a huge hit and leaned in to shotgun it into my sweet, wine-tasting mouth.
"We need another bottle of wine if we're going to debate this shit," I said.
As soon as I got up, I think the effects started to hit me. Feeling in a state of euphoria, I took another bottle from the wine rack. Looking for the corkscrew, I noticed the lights at our neighbor's house were on, and why I did what I did next still leaves me amazed to this day.
I sent a text to our neighbor's son, who was home from college and had been mowing our lawn, telling him if he was up, he could come over to get paid.
By the time I found the corkscrew and, admittedly, struggled to open the bottle of wine, I received a text that Luke would be over in ten minutes. I grabbed another wine glass and the bottle of wine and headed into the living room.
Placing the bottle of wine and the extra glass on the table, I went to the bathroom. I returned wearing a short, silky robe and a pair of my husband's sleep shorts.
Sitting down, I filled our glasses and asked for the pen. I took a very big hit and bent toward my husband, locked lips with him, and exhaled into his mouth while my hand found his hard cock.
We both coughed and giggled. There was a knock at the door. I handed my husband his sleep shorts and told him to answer it. As he put them on, he looked at the clock and saw it was after 10 p.m. "Who could it be at this hour?" he asked.
Just as he was opening the door, I said it was Lucas; he's coming to get paid. Then the door opened.
Before Lucas could say anything, I skipped over, telling him to come in and not be shy. "You're here just in time," I said, "to settle a debate we were having. Please come in and sit."
My husband stood at the door in his boxers, as if in slow motion, confused about what was happening, for Lucas was already inside while he hadn't even closed the front door.
