One night we met in an Italian Restaurant. She was wearing a long red satin skirt. Before we had started ordering she said, "Guess what I'm wearing?"
She was wearing smooth black hold-ups, which ran all the way up her long curvy legs. She was wearing pink, heeled shoes. I had to think about this all through dinner and when we got home I had started to take my cock out before we got through the door. She was slipping her knickers down as we got to the hall. We didn't make the bedroom, I fucked her on the stairs. Her red satin skirt pulled up over her bare ass. She stuck her cheeks out and I took her from behind stroking her nylon covered legs up and down as her filled her up. My balls had produced so much spunk over dinner that when I pulled out, my cum was oozing out of a perfect cream pie collecting in a pool on our carpet.
My wife started to wear hold-ups more often. She would always wear them when went out so that I had to spend the entire evening thinking about them before sex.
I remember a really good fuck in Paris. The hotel had a long mirror, which we put in front of us so that as I screwed her from behind, she could watch my cock sliding in and out. She said she loved seeing my balls slapping against her.
Once in Berlin, she wore a skirt that was too short for her hold-ups. She said that she couldn't go out dressed like that. As soon as she sat down anywhere, people would see the tops of her nylons. They would see the soft white skin of her thighs. She decided to change, but before she did she let me fuck her standing up, again from behind. Her heels made her the perfect height for me to fuck her up against the wardrobe. My hands played with her ass. Her long legs quivered and shook as I kept on banging my gorgeous wife.
She still wasn't keen on the idea of proper stockings with a garter belt. However she did bring, other ideas to the bedroom that I hadn't considered. One day we were out shopping and she started to buy long socks. She bought a maroon pair that stopped below the knee. She wore these out one night, and I had to spend all night looking at her bare knees poking out underneath her skirt. When I got her home I fucked her on the bed and she bought her legs up high and hooked them over my shoulders, so that I could get good and deep.
She also bought, these woollen stockings that stopped above her knees, they had white bows and looked like the sort of thing a whore would wear in an old western. I wasn't sure when she put them on. She walked into the kitchen wearing them and nothing else bar her black patent leather shoes and a pearl necklace. She put her hands on the kitchen worktop and jiggled her ass cheeks. These filthy woollen stockings sent me over the edge. I got my cock out and gave her a quick fuck, pulling out at the end and letting my cum fill up her ass crack.
My wife loved where this was going, and adored seeing how it made me feel. She also found that wearing the hold-ups made her feel sexy. She loved it when a cool breeze fluttered up her skirt and brushed her bare skin. She would love to go out sometimes wearing hold-ups and no knickers, that way at work she could slip into the girls' room and stroke her pussy for a few precious minutes.
Eventually she could not resist and bought the full get up, expensive stockings with a seam up the back, lilac and black panties with a matching belt and suspenders. She wore it all, with her black heels and her pearl necklace. The seams were something I hadn't considered, so sexy with that line running up the backs of her thigh. Also where as the elastic tops of the hold ups would pinch into the flesh of her legs a little, now the suspender belts held them gently in place allowing the curve to flow perfectly from her legs round to her beautiful round arse.
She knew it was too much for me, so she got on her knees, slipped her tits out and wanked me off, so that I came over her left breast. Then she put her tits back into her beautiful bra without cleaning the cum off.
She let me spend the next few hours taking photos of her. She would spread her legs wide and pull open her pussy lips. She would get on all fours and slip her knickers down. I took pictures of her cunt and asshole, perfectly framed by the stocking tops and the suspender belt. As I took the photos I rubbed my erect cock against the fabric, running it against the seam. When I fucked her again, this time long and hard and she begged me not to waste any more cum. She wanted it all inside her dripping cunt. She was on her back, her strong stocking clad legs wrapped tight around me. She dug her heels in as I let my load flood into her. She lay there in a heap, dressed like a sexy whore with my cum in her pussy and my dried cum on her tit. She started to scoop some of my jizz out of her slit and tasted it. Her eyes closed in ecstasy.
That night I had a dream. My wife and me were out at a club. She had on a sexy one-piece black dress, underneath she had on the same stockings, bra and panties set. The skirt had a slit and when she danced and curved her body the slit revealed the tops of her stockings. The men in the club noticed and started to gather round her. She danced sexily, and ground her ass against their crotches. She moved to a stool, and made the men form a queue. She asked each of them to wank themselves off and when they were ready that each one of them should come over her stockings. She pulled up her dress high, and crossed her legs. She ran her hands up and down her legs and played with her stocking tops. The first man, came up and shot his load over my wife's knees. The second aimed higher across her thighs. The third went too high and got some cum on my Wife's dress and panties. She reminded them that she just wanted the cum on her long stockings and shoes. There were twenty men in the queue now, and they all took their turn. They all wanted to shoot their jizz over my beautiful wife and her sexy legs.
