Nylon Discord Leads To Harmony Ch 01

(A fantasy story based around my fetish for pantyhose, tights, and all things sheer. There are many true elements to the story at the start but the fantasy really takes over from the section marked 'The Inheritance' onwards. I hope you enjoy it.)

MY FETISH

Over the years there have been lots of online hangout places for the nylon "enthusiast". I should know because I have been a member of most of them. Most of those forums or chatrooms have had a post or thread asking where everyone was from. As you can imagine, most of the members responding have been men, hoping above all hope, to meet a fellow nylon fetishist living near them and willing to meet up.

I have had online relationships with lots of men. They usually fizzled out after an initial flurry of swapping pictures and videos, followed by lots of chat about potentially meeting yet nothing ever happening. This was usually because we were thousands of miles away from each other and, at the time, I had no interest in meeting another man and playing with him. Very occasionally I might be lucky enough to have a brief chat or two with a female nylon fetishist but honestly, they were few and far between.

All of this was happening behind my wife's back. She knew I had a thing for tights as she had discovered my stash accidentally one day. She had gone to my travel bag to look for something and found four pairs of tights, a p-spot stimulator, a cock-ring, and some lube. She totally freaked out!

"Are you gay?"

I had to confess to something, partly at least.

"No. I like to put them on when I wank. I love the feeling of them on my cock and balls."

I partly pushed the blame onto her. I had once travelled to Norway on a business trip in winter and she had suggested I take a pair of her tights with me and wear them should it get uncomfortably cold outside. Little did she know that I was already wearing tights whenever I went away but it was the perfect excuse to throw back at her.

"So you're saying it's my fault?" she countered.

Since that "discovery", she had let me wear nylon briefs with a cock sheath when we had sex, and she has worn crotchless tights and bodystockings for me. I wouldn't say she wore them under sufferance, but I also wouldn't have necessarily said that she was all that into it either. Our sex life had improved (it couldn't have been much worse) but was still very sporadic and vanilla.

What was definitely off the table was me wearing ladies tights for sex - no chance! She baulked at the idea, saying that she thought I would look less masculine for her and that I might start to turn gay. She told me that she knew of builders who had started wearing tights in the winter to keep warm who had eventually "turned gay" - I thought this was bollocks and said so, but to no avail.

I continued to wear tights when I went on my business trips and on the few occasions I had the house to myself. I still played on webcams and I was still a member of various online groups.

DISCORD

This story starts when I discovered Discord. Having joined various Discord groups for various hobbies, including my nylon habit, I decided to start up my own group for tights wearers here in the UK. Members had to be resident in the United Kingdom and I vetted them all. Of course, much like myself, they all used online pseudonyms but the rules were that if I found out that they were not living on these shores that they would be banned.

I added various chatrooms and threads to the group as the membership numbers increased. For a long time the members were mainly male, with lots of crossdressers, and then an occasional female would appear. Chat grew lively, there was a lot of picture swapping and posting and the amount of videos grew and grew. Not just those from porn sites but also personal videos.

I had made a number of them from over the years, all of them with me wearing tights, wanking, and cumming. My cumshots are always big - never less than 8 strong ropes of cum and often very explosive indeed. I was once told that I cum like a teenager and I took that as a compliment. I kept the videos of myself off the Discord group as I wanted to just be the administrator - I didn't want anyone to accuse me of starting the group just so I could show off. I had posted them on other porn sites however and had a lot of nice comments and compliments.

Over time, the sight of men wearing pantyhose started to turn me on and I started to want to experiment with men, but only when they were wearing tights. I had an encounter with a couple and sucked my first cock and enjoyed it. Another meeting with a couple from the north of England ended with her giving me a hand job whilst playing with my prostate. Maybe my wife was right - I had very much enjoyed these encounters and I wanted more!

THE INHERITANCE

My parents died in a car crash. We were not on good terms at all when they died so imagine my shock when I was left a six-figure sum in their will. I had fully expected them to have had me written out of their will - maybe they had just forgotten to before their unexpected demise? Either way, it was a nice little windfall nonetheless.

The money was carefully squirrelled away and I got on with life. The Discord group had grown and there was a lot of admin involved as well as keeping up to date with various chats with member friends I had made. We had over 60 members and it was a very happy place to hang out for all of these nylon fetishists. I continued to make videos and post them elsewhere on the internet as well as webcamming from time to time.

One day I got a Direct Message from a member on the Discord page asking for a new chatroom to be added entitled 'Meetings' in an attempt to get the members chatting about how someone us could meet up as a group one day. I thought it a very good idea and it got me thinking - I wonder if it might be possible to hire somewhere and have a day where we could all meet up, wear tights, stockings, bodystockings, and all things nylon, privately and away from prying eyes?

The chatroom seemed to be a popular addition and as I suspected, quite a few members had had the same idea as me but had taken it on a few steps and fantasised about us all meeting, wearing, and fucking each other. This was definitely something that got my imagination fired up and just the mental imagery of seeing dozens of nylon-clad people fucking in the same room had me hard in an instant.

After many weeks of thinking about this, I decided that I should seize the day and make it happen. My financial windfall could really help make it happen and so I let the group know that I was seriously considering arranging a day of naughty nylon fun and asked how many members would be up for it.

As you can imagine, quite a few said that they would not even consider it - many were loyally married and wouldn't entertain the thought, some just too shy, others happy staying anonymous and enjoying the group as it was. That was all fine by me and I never pushed anyone into changing their mind.

There were many though who were definitely up for meeting and playing and they all pushed to know when and where. I let them know that I would start investigating potential locations and dates and suggested that we do it on a Friday in about six months time. This gave people chance to get time off from work, arrange the diaries, and for some including myself, find a suitable reason to spend the day away from home.

THE LOCATION

With many members from all over the UK, I decided somewhere in the Midlands would suit us best. Selfishly, that suited me as I was living there at the time, so I started visiting various places that were for hire. I must have visited dozens of places - they varied from small village halls to event rooms over a pub. None of them were suitable. I needed ample parking, close to public transport and as my fertile mind got to work, I realised we needed somewhere with many rooms and somewhere secluded.

Then one day whilst browsing through listings on AirBnB, I found what seemed to be the ideal place. A lovely Victorian detached house in Staffordshire was being let - it was on the outskirts of a town, about fifteen minutes walk from a station, in about two acres of gardens, with quite a lot of spaces for cars and set back from the road. Eight bedrooms, three reception rooms and a very large conservatory at the back which was not overlooked at all.

After going and viewing the place, I knew it would be perfect. I booked it for a week in the summer and set about deciding how we should divide the house up for the perfect party.

I knew I wanted two rooms to use as changing rooms so I decided to use the two drawing rooms on either side of the hall just inside the front door. The kitchen was huge, so that would be great to lay on food and drinks for everyone, as well as being an ideal place to maybe take a break. Smokers could go outside from the kitchen and not be seen, so that was ideal.

The third drawing room downstairs would be "the male gay and bi-room" - a room where anything goes for gentlemen of any persuasion. The bedrooms upstairs could be used for those who wanted to go off in smaller groups and play. There were plenty of bathrooms and toilets and I would provide lots of towels, toiletries, condoms, lube - basically everything one could need for a day of nylon-covered debauchery.

The conservatory would be the main attraction - a huge space which we would use as the orgy space for those brave enough to participate. I would have the whole week to set all of this up before we had the day itself.

I let the Discord members know the date and waited for responses. So many people messaged thanking me for setting it up but politely declining and I started to think that I was going be having a party for one. Then gradually, one by one, I started receiving positive answers, all of them from male members of the group. I hoped that this wasn't going to be a cock-fest but if it was, then I would have to stick to my promise.

Then I got two ladies committing on the same day and a week later, one of the couples who were members also committed to coming along. By the time the event was a fortnight away, I had 4 ladies, the couple, two T-girls and 16 guys, including myself. I thought we were rather light on ladies so I reached out to a couple of escorts I had "met" over the years and offered to pay them for the full day. They were only too happy to accept and now I thought the numbers were acceptable.

What finally helped the numbers was that a few days before, I had another member ask to come. Her online name was Carol and she had been a member for just a few months. She never posted an images of herself and just seemed to want to chat with the male members about how they had gotten into this fetish, what was it about tights especially that turned them on, and what impact it had had on their own sex lives and sexual thoughts. She was good for conversation and I had often had very late night conversations with her when I was alone. She asked if she could bring a girlfriend along with her for support and I had agreed. So long as they were both willing to dress accordingly, then they could just sit and watch if they liked - there was no pressure put on anyone at all.

THE WEEK BUILDING UP TO THE DAY ITSELF AND A CHANCE ENCOUNTER

Purely by chance, I had a week of work away from home in Manchester and so after work had finished, I would hop in the car and go to the house in Staffordshire and start arranging things ahead of the event. I would often be there until the early hours and one night stayed over and got up very early the next day to get back to the day job.

There was lots to be done. I had to make sure that everything was clean, lay out the extra towels I had bought, move beds and furniture into the best positions for the party, including setting up and building a huge play bed in the conservatory which I had bought from Ikea. Then there was the boxes of toiletries and condoms - I was hoping that all this effort was going to pay off as I was knackered every night when I was finished!

I had ordered dozens of pairs of tights online from one particular online retailer as well as crotchless tights, bodystockings, hold-ups, sex toys and lube. I had arranged for them to be delivered on Thursday afternoon, having secured a half day from work. I was in the middle of laying out the condoms when the doorbell went. I made my way to the door and answered it:

"Hello - delivery for a Mr. Jones." chirped this female voice from behind the big box she was struggling with.

"Yes, that's me," I answered, "just put it down there, love."

As the box was lowered, I was pleased to encounter a very striking lady. She was maybe in her late thirties, short blonde bob haircut, tall and thin with quite large breasts and pretty, dark brown eyes. She was smiling sweetly at me.

"Oh I am so glad you are in - dunno what you've ordered but there's four more boxes in the van!"

"Oh, it's supplies for a little "do" I am hosting tomorrow night," I replied, trying to play it down.

"Oooh, lucky you! Well, take that one in and I will go and get the next box." she said.

I bent down and picked up the box - it must have been the one with the sex toys in as it was pretty heavy, so I took it through to the conservatory. As I made my way back to the front door, the pretty delivery driver was halfway down the hall.

"Here, let me take that," I said, not really wanting her to go too far into the house.

"Ok, love. Whatever you say." she responded.

Again I made my way back into the conservatory and found a place to put the box down. I must have dithered rather as I turned round and she was stood there in the entrance to the conservatory with another box.

"Oooh, what a lovely room!" she exclaimed, her eyes darting around the room in obvious wonder. Then her gaze stopped on the big Ikea bed I had built in the middle of the room. There seemed to be a glint in her eye.

"Oh, what do we have here then? Is it one of "them" parties?" she quizzed.

"I don't know what you mean." I answered, being somewhat coy.

"Yes you do." she said, "A big bed, condoms, lube..." she said, pointing at the incriminating evidence.

"OK," I answered, "it seems I have been rumbled. The party is for a group of friends of mine who all have a nylon fetish. There'll be over twenty of us here tomorrow, hence all the supplies you have just delivered."

"So what's in these boxes then?" she asked, as we made our way together back to the van for the last two boxes.

"Sex toys, more lube, but mainly lots of tights, stockings and bodystockings."

"Bodystockings?" she replied, "I have always wanted to try one of them but have never had the guts. I don't think I'd look any good in one."

I tried my luck....

"Well, tell me. How many deliveries do you have left to do? If you want to try one, come back later when you are finished, we shall find one in your size, you can try it on and if you like it, I will let you keep it."

She put down her box, went to the cab of the van, I assumed to check what was left on her delivery schedule, and came back.

"I will be back in about an hour. If you are OK with me trying one?"

"Absolutely! And I mean what I say, if you like it, you can keep it."

She helped me into the house with the final boxes, took a final look around, asked me to sign for the delivery, then stopped and looked me directly in the eyes.

"I shall return." she said with a twinkle in her eyes, "Find me my bodystocking so that I can try it on and I shall be asking for your opinion on how I look in it!"

"Great - see you later." I said, "I will be here opening boxes and trying to find one in your size."

She saw herself out and I made a start. In the fourth box, I found the bodystockings. I had bought the sheer type, in black, white, and pink. I picked out a black one for her and then carried on looking - I had an idea and it was naughty!

Almost exactly an hour later, the doorbell rang again. My heart skipped a little as I was nervous about what I had planned and hopeful that it might work.

"Hello Mr.Jones," she said, walking past me into the hallway, "did you find me a bodystocking?"

"Call me Dave." I answered, "Yes, I've found one that I think will fit you perfectly. I don't know your name."

"Oh, I'm Sue."

"Come this way, Sue. I have left it in there." I said, pointing to the room I had assigned as the female changing room, "Meet me in the conservatory when you are ready and I will give you my honest opinion. Do you still want me to do that?"

"Oh yes, I really do. Look, I'll be honest with you - my husband died of Covid and I have not been feeling good about myself ever since and seeing as how you are organising some sort of sex party here, I figured that you've seen plenty of naked women and would be able to give me an honest answer?"

"Sue, I am so sorry to hear that about your fella. It must have been terrible?" I said, honestly shocked by her story.

"He got it early on. He smoked way too much and didn't stand a chance."

"Look, take it anyway. You don't have to try it on first if you don't want to. I don't want to you to do anything that your husband would have disapproved of."

"Oh, don't worry about that, Dave." she laughed, "we had an open relationship for 15 years. I just haven't done any of that since he died...lost a bit of body confidence, you know? He would be telling me to get back on the horse if he were here."

I looked into her eyes and I saw a mixture of melancholy for those lost days with her husband and a hint of excitement about showing herself off to me.

"Go on then," I said, "get that bodystocking on and let's have a look at you. See you in the conservatory in a few minutes."

I turned around and headed off to the conservatory. I went in, closed the door, and stripped off my clothes. In the hour beforehand, I had found a male bodystocking and had been wearing it under my clothes when I answered the door to her. It was sheer black nylon, covering my body from my toes to my neck, including my arms and a sheath for my cock. I folded my clothes, hid them behind a sofa and went and sat in the furthest corner away from the door in the shadows.

The door opened and Sue entered the room. She looked absolutely stunning - she had long, shapely legs, curvy hips, a little belly (which I really didn't mind at all) below two incredible breasts, now restrained behind the sheer black fabric. Her right hand was covering her genitals, perhaps in a show of modesty. It made her look innocent yet fucking hot!

"Wow!", I exclaimed, "You look fucking amazing in that!"

"Where are you?" she responded, "It's dark in here, I can't see you."

I stood and walked towards her. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened.

"I thought if you were trying one on, then I would as well." I said.

"So I see! I had no idea they made them for men."

"They do. Anyway, how do you feel? You look absolutely stunning in it!"

"I feel great. Really sexy and I love the way the nylon hugs your skin all over your body. I can see why you have this thing for nylon now. No need to ask you how you feel, is there?" she said, looking at my cock which had now filled out the sheath and was gently rising to attention.

Her left hand strayed across her belly, stroking the fabric of her bodystocking and went up to her breasts, teasing her right nipple. If I wasn't mistaken, her middle finger of her right hand was now definitely gently pressing down on her mound. She noticed me watching her.

"Sorry for the state of my pussy - I have let it go rather over the last couple of years."

She had what can only be described as a full bush. Being a child of the seventies, I had absolutely no problem with it whatsoever!

"Stop apologising. I like a full bush just as much as a shaven pussy, Sue."