I love my wife. She is by far out of my league. We have sex. Although not nearly as often as I really want or need. But I live life fairly satisfied, because she unknowingly fulfills my deepest fetishes, which are exceptionally strong... maybe stronger than my need to have actual sex with her. So it works!
My fetishes are secrets that no one really knows about, will never know, and most wouldn't really understand...
She is a tall, very thin, and professional woman. She works-out daily. She has streaking blonde hair. She is a size 2, with amazing C cup implants and very large full nipples. She has an amazing ass and a gorgeous, longer than average, and full pussy that extends from her asshole to high on her pelvis. She is well folded, with nothing hanging... folds that hold nothing but her incredible pussy scent.
She always wets easily, and sometimes exudes a nice creamy mung when really excited. She has long legs, very high arches, and the sexiest size 7 feet. She is perfect in every way. She loves to dress professionally for work, often in heels and nylons, or tights in cooler weather, or goes barefoot in sexy high wedges in the summer with dresses and skirts most days.
She rarely goes without polish on her toes, and always wears toe rings. She has a few tattoos, and a pierced tongue.
Our morning routine normally involves me watching her secretively and very carefully. I love to see what panties she decides to put on. What nylons she will slide on, and what heels she chooses to wear. I normally bulge with excitement watching her put it all together.
A quick kiss goodbye, we part ways, and off to work we go. I often think about what she has put on that morning, throughout the day. I don't really know if every guy pre-cums as much as I do, but I often have wet underwear at the office, in a meeting, or at a work event, thinking about her and what she put on that particular morning.
As we get home together in the evenings, my true fetish feelings emerge. I always anticipate her heading upstairs to change into her workout clothes for her daily home-gym routine.
As she comes downstairs to head down into the basement workout room, I take note of the leggings she chose to put on, and how her VS sports bra cradles her tits and oversized nipples. I focus on her pure white, no show puma socks, as she slips on her latest pair of cute Nikes.
She always gives me a quick kiss, and heads down into the basement... Now my daily enjoyment can begin.
I head quickly upstairs, and make my way into her walk-in closet. Sometimes things are tossed about. Sometimes she piles her clothing into one of her laundry baskets. I scan the closet for my first opportunity... her nylons.
I know that that the sooner I find them, the sooner I can get the full scent of her feet and perfume to my nose. The sooner I can find them, the sooner I will still be able to sense some wetness in the toe-part, and be able to feel that on my lips. I love if she has worn black or tan nylons, the most.
Tights in the winter and sheer nylons for the summer are ok, but if she wore any kind of reinforced toe nylons... I melt.
I take my discovery off the floor or out of her dirty laundry basket and begin to take deep, long sniffs and try to take in as much of her foot smell as possible. I explore the dampness of her nylons with my mouth, and take little tastes with my tongue.
Her foot smell is intoxicating and completely amazing. By this time I'm pretty huge and I enjoy that restriction. If they are pantyhose instead of thigh highs, I'll then begin to search for the crotch, and start to take deep sniffs of that.
She always exudes a nice sweet smell into the crotch of her pantyhose throughout her workday... a nice pussy smell, mixed with a light hint of her perfume.
Now I'm forced to take myself out of my pants. I'm streaming with clear pre-cum. I normally take my fingers and get some to taste... I love the sweetness of myself. I roll-up the nylon up like a condom and plunge my dick into the toe.
