A few months ago, Anette and I decided to journey into the hotwifing scene. Anette is my girlfriend of about 3 years now and we have both been madly in love since we started dating. Our sex life is great and I have to add that she does things for me that no girl has ever done for me before.
I have two fetishes: nylons and hotwifing. Anette knows about both however, it took quite awhile for me to open up about my fantasies of her with other men. Even after discussing this with her, I made it very apparent that I was not ready or giving her the Ok to sleep with other men. She understood this and I could tell that she was equally nervous about indulging in this particular fetish.
Once I told her about my nylon fetish, she started working hosiery into her daily attire nearly everyday. I couldn't ask for more. She still does this even now, years later. She loves having the ability to tease me whenever she pleases. At home or in public, it does not matter to her. She finds her own pleasure in adjusting her stockings out in public in front of me or dangling her heels from her silken toes while just sitting on the couch. Often times, this leads to me fucking her ruthlessly and it is not uncommon for us to fuck in public. She gets a kick out of it. Of course, I do too.
Needless to say, she gets off on getting me off.
On the other hand, my hotwife fetish was not so exploited by Anette. This is mainly because she didn't know how to use it on me and also because she was worried that I might get upset or jealous. Up until our first time, she didn't really know how to play with this fetish other than simple dirty talk while we had sex. This worked well on me the first few times but it quickly wore off since it left me wanting more. We never pushed the envelope passed this point though. This was the wall that we had come to sexually since neither of us was willing to actually "try it". Truth be told, it was really depending on me to have the guts to initiate it. I knew that all I had to do was set it up and she would go along.
This was not an easy decision. It took much deliberation but in the end, it was one chance encounter that lead us to making the leap. I can go into more detail about how this all came about but our story really takes off on our "first time".
After we both decided that we would go through with this, we decided to figure a game plan. I decided that we should chat with some people on some forums that have done this before and then look for a date. Since she was too nervous to talk to total strangers online, I explained that I would do the talking on the sites and fill her in on the details as we went along.
It was only a couple days later that I had plenty of feedback from different couples who had experience. I would read off stories to her about other couples first encounters. I could tell that things were heating up because Anette would get turned on every time I would read a new story. Each day, she was finding more ways to bring the subject up in conversation. I felt that we were both ready since neither of us felt we were walking on eggshells when discussing the subject. Our next step was to find her a date.
Petitions from different men online came in by the dozens. The difficult part was finding the right one, someone that both of us would've felt safe with. So, I took baby steps to make sure we didn't get in too deep.
I explained to Anette that we would seek a man that would be fine with just a footjob or maybe just cumming on her legs. This way, her date wouldn't expect anything more. This was my biggest concern because I wasn't entirely sure that I wanted to share Anette with another man in the traditional "hotwife" sense. I was fine with sharing her legs and feet because I wanted to watch her seduce a man with the same nylon fetish but I was not sure I would ever be OK with seeing her have full on sex with another man. She was on board with this because she was having the same anxiety issues about boundaries as well.
She stressed to me that she would count on me to speak up if anything went too far. I knew that this was solely on me because Anette is not the type of person to make decisions on her own. I did not believe that she would have the guts to call it off or stop her date from doing anything in a worst case scenario. This is just how she is. With Anette, my pleasure comes before her comfort.
After several days of searching through different men, I finally found one that we both felt safe with.
His name was Matt and we decided on him because he had a genuine love for hosiery. I had sent him a few quick pictures of Anette's legs in a pair of her flirty polka-dot pantyhose. His first response was "I would give anything to cum on those legs!". Other men's responses were along the lines of fucking her ass or ripping her hose off so I felt that Matt and I were on the same wavelength. After I had explained what I would like to see her do with him, he was ecstatic and willfully agreed.
By the look of his profile picture, Anette and I both agreed that he was a handsome guy but in my mind, I knew I was still much more handsome than him. This isn't because I am a narcissistic person, I'm not. I just picked a guy I knew that she didn't find
too
attractive. I did this deliberately because I still had a deep seated insecurity that she might leave me eventually for one of these guys. Matt was the perfect date because he basically liked what I liked and I wasn't very worried about him.
After a few emails between Matt and I, we had arranged the time and place. Anette was well aware of our arrangement and expressed her excitement. She wouldn't stop talking about it. Her first date was about to happen.
We scheduled to meet Matt at a nearby restaurant for a few drinks to lighten the mood then, we would go to a hotel room that I agreed to pay for. Once at the hotel, Anette's hosed legs and feet would belong to Matt.
The night of the date, Anette picked out her outfit. Matt's only request was that she wear any sort of sheer hosiery. Little did he know that Anette's options for hosiery consisted of around 30 different pairs. She would often go shopping for new ones too so this number increased regularly. In the end, the pair she picked out were a pair of black, sheer-to-toe, back-seamed pantyhose. A classic. I advised her to wear a pair of pantyhose instead of stockings so that there were be no wrong signals being sent. Once she put them on, she looked like a dream.
Anette is quite short. She is the definition of petite. She often gets mistaken for a teenager due to her size but also because she looks so young. She has a very clear complexion and soft, milky skin. She has big green eyes behind her hipster glasses and a cute smile just below. She has dark brown hair that looks almost dark red in the right light. That night, she had her hair in shoulder length curls that bounced while she was getting ready. While she is petite, she also has a toned body. Her breasts are very perky with an average amount of cleavage. Her ass is the perfect amount of round and tight. Her legs are my favorite assets though because even at just over 5' tall, she still manages to have legs up to her neck. Her thighs and calves are toned. Her ankles are tiny enough for me to grab both with one hand. Her feet are very small and slender. Anette's body is perfect.
It sounds far fetched that I would be able to land a girl like her but what makes it possible for me to be with her is the fact that she was a late bloomer. She didn't fully come into this body until just before she met me so she never really learned how attractive she had become. On top of that, she has never really had a lot of self esteem. In fact, she sort of dresses like a rocker chick that is trying to hide herself underneath her edgy style. The irony is that Anette is very pretty and doesn't need to hide under some fake veneer.
I like her punky/prissy style though. It works on her because she takes the best of both styles and matches them perfectly. Quirky nylons and stilettos, a match made in heaven.
The entire outfit she picked out that night consisted of her chosen back-seam pantyhose underneath her short, flirty black dress paired with her classy but sexy black, platform pumps. Watching her get ready was almost unreal. I couldn't believe that we had actually arrived at this point. I was bouncing back and forth between being hypnotized by her silky calves and daydreaming about how the rest of the night would turn out. I couldn't stay focused. I was terrified and excited.
Once she was done getting ready, we headed out to meet Matt at the agreed restaurant. When we arrived, I immediately noticed Matt sitting in the back. He didn't look exactly like his picture but it was enough to recognize him right away. Plus, he stuck out like a sore thumb waiting awkwardly in the corner of the restaurant.
He noticed us immediately when we walked in. With the way Anette was dressed, it would've been hard not too. In fact, she turned many heads as soon as we stepped in. A petite girl in a short dress with seductive stockings; no man stood a chance.
Anette was nervous though. I knew she could feel all the eyes on her, soaking her in from head to toe. I pointed to the back corner where Matt was and we made our way to him. I could tell that she was desperate just to get out of sight from all the eyes that were violating her.
Her heels didn't help though. The floor was ceramic tile so, with her every step, her heels made a distinct cracking sound that turned even more heads. Other men that had their backs to the door nearly broke their necks to see the petite woman who had on the high heels. I was holding Anette's hand, leading her around the tables. I could feel her grip getting tighter the closer we got to his table.
"Matt?" I asked.
We were at his table. I was positive this was our guy but I asked anyway just to be sure.
"Yea! Hi!" He answered.
I shook his hand and we exchanged greetings.
"Anette, right?" He asked as he shook her hand.
"Yup! Nice to meet you!" She replied.
She struggled to make eye contact with him and kept looking down at her shoes. The large smile on her face was one of nervousness and excitement.
