I first met Dianne in the toilets of the golf club that my husband Danny was a member of, in the Summer of 1984 when I was 26 and her about 30.
Danny and I would have been married for nearly four years at this time; but because of our career progressions hadn't got around to starting a family.
Her husband Brad was the Alpha Male in the club; tall, ruggedly handsome and styled himself on Magnum PI, even down to the bushy moustache. As well as regularly winning the competitions he was a very successful businessman too.
We'd not long moved to town following my husband, Dan's promotion with the company he worked for; and already it was fair to say he had a 'man crush' on Brad; who didn't seem to know he existed.
It had been nearly six months since we'd moved to this area, but for business reasons Danny had a been a member at the golf club for two years; very slowly moving up the ranks both sportingly and metaphorically, as with all of these things the social structure was based around cliques.
How I 'met' Dianne was quite funny, with hindsight. We had gone along to a Charity Evening one Saturday and had been having a good time with friends and eventually I needed the toilet. While I was washing my hands I felt a suspender come loose. As the wash area was otherwise empty, I hiked my dress up to adjust it, just as Dianne came in.
"Oh!" she gasped then grinned. I was too far into readjusting the button I had to 'tough it out' and just smiled.
"Snap!" Dianne laughed as she raised the front of her dress to show that she too was wearing stockings and suspenders; "me too. They're a bugger aren't they?"
I nodded and agreed as the button finally slotted into the hole on the suspender.
"Is that a six strap?" The woman asked.
"Yes." I replied slightly embarrassed, "they're generally more secure."
"I will have to try them in that case." She smiled again. "I'm Dianne by the way."
"Samantha... Sam?" I held my hand out to shake hers.
We then chatted for a couple of minutes, explaining who our husbands were and where I bought our stockings; which sounds quite an odd way to make a friend.
Back in the ballroom I stood chatting to my female friends while our husbands chatted about important golf things; but my eyes alighted on Dianne as she swanned back into the room like a film star; when she saw me she gave a little wave and a smile, which I returned but with a flutter in my tummy when Laura was impressed that I actually knew Dianne.
I glanced across again and saw her whispering in her husbands' ear who suddenly smiled; then the pair looked in my direction as Dianne pointed me out and waved again.
His face lit up when he saw me and raised his glass as if in toast.
The butterflies in my stomach were now in overdrive.
That was it for that night, although I did feel like a giddy schoolgirl whenever my eyes met with either Dianne or Brad's.
Although stockings weren't really 'in fashion' at that time; I'd worn them ever since I was about 18 and a Bryan Ferry fan; where my friends and I dressed up as sophisticatedly and femininely as our budgets would allow; plus the effect stockings had on young Lotharios was worth the effort.
Danny made a big play for me when a friend of his had seen I was wearing stockings one night when my skirt rose up my thigh as I sat in a city centre pub; as history tells me he had a budding nylon fetish when I met him.
We hit it off straight away; mostly because of the way we both dressed and the music we liked.... and the sex was amazing too.
Eighteen months later we got married and our sex life soon moved up a couple of notches; now that we had our own flat. Looking back now, while frequent and very orgasmic, it was a different time and was actually quite vanilla by modern standards.... or what we were to encounter with our new friends.
A couple of things I realised quite quickly was how much Danny didn't just 'like' me wearing stockings and sexy lingerie; we almost never had sex without me wearing something nylon; and he really, really liked me 'taking the lead' during sex and foreplay, which was never really a problem as I was perpetually horny, especially as we were trying to 'make a baby'... I soon learned how to turn him on with words and actions; bossing him about I guess.
His job took him away on occasion, sometimes around the country to other factories and occasionally into Europe. On these trips he sometimes brought back porno videos, which I enjoyed watching with him; and that led to my love of sucking his cock and him licking my pussy; which we both adored, especially a 69 as foreplay; also after seeing one video I quickly learned how to wank his cock using my feet.
When he was on these trips I'd regularly use the magazines for my own masturbatory needs; especially the letters and stories in Fiesta and Knave magazines.
During our second year of marriage it was obvious we were having problems on the pregnancy front, so sort out medical help and it turned out that my darling husband had a very low sperm count; which was a surprise as there was always a lot.... but not everything in the liquid was active; it turned out.
In those days help on the NHS was nearly none existent and 'going private' was prohibitive financially; so we just put it to the back of our minds and got on with life.
Our sex life sort of waned because of this over the next year or so; certainly not to the point it became a problem, but it quickly went from nearly every night, to a couple of nights a week then sometimes once a week and another big change was now Danny couldn't get me pregnant he gradually began wanking on my nylons or tits instead of inside me.
Don't get me wrong; I loved this on occasion but not all of the time.... sometimes a girl loves to feel the intimacy of her lover cumming inside her.
This was where we were in our marriage, the night when I met Dianne in the ladies' toilets.
At the end of the night Dianne went out of her way to say 'Goodnight' and invite me out for a coffee or a drink the following week; so phone numbers were exchanged.
Drunk; Danny was stunned to see me with Dianne and all of the way home in the taxi kept stroking my legs as I kept whispering in his ear about my encounter in the toilets, going into intimate detail about her stocking suspenders and knickers and how she reacted to seeing mine.
Arriving home we were barely in the living room when he pushed me down on the sofa, lifted my dress up revealing my underwear; rubbed his face all over my knickers and stockings; occasionally stopping to kiss my legs and mound; then pulled my knickers to one side and buried his face in my hairy pussy; licking, sucking and fingering like never before, making me cum twice, then standing over me, wanking onto my legs and knickers, before collapsing down next to me.
