Betrayed by her Stockings
As he waited for the whore to come home, he reviewed their life together and the last month since he had discovered her adultery.
He had thought he had found a kindred spirit, one who loved the same things he did sports, travel, eating out, walking, theme parks and nature. They shared the same sense of humour and loved to surprise each other. What really made her so special was she wore stockings. He was amazed as she was the only one he had met in some time who still wore suspenders and stockings. She explained that she loved the freedom they gave. Soon she was using his desires to wrap him round her fingers.
She kept clear distinctions between work stockings, like the Charnos, M&S ones and the romantic, more sensual feelings ones like Falke, Le Bougeot and Levante. Not only that, the lingerie matched. Practical for work and more sensual or even downright naughty for pleasing them both.
Soon they were spending a lot of time together. When they moved beyond the kiss goodnight stage to the romantic, caressing one, he loved to tease her by slowly working his way up and down her thighs. He would lightly touch her silky knickers but no more. When she had enough, she would have him remove her knickers and eat her pussy. She was always very wet. He enjoyed the feel of her stockings around his head as he moved around her intimate spots, tasting her sweet pussy, nibbling the lips. She was very vocal and told him when to move to fingering her or even playing with her rosebud. When he fingered her arsehole, she seemed to come more violently but she never allowed anal sex. She could cum and cum again. All the time, he was being aroused by her as she ran her stockings over his back and waist as he kissed and fingered her pussy. When they fucked, her pussy was like a furnace and he melted quickly.
She distracted him whilst watching her favourite soaps by stroking his penis for what seemed like hours with her stockinged feet before sliding him up her nylon covered legs to her soaking wet pussy. Both would come very quickly. If the wrong time of the month, she developed a way of using the soles of her feet and toes to caress and clamp the penis head before rubbing it in small circles. The feel of this with the stockings made him cum and cum, often far too quickly.
He learned the complexities of seamed stockings and why they needed a six-strap suspender belt to ensure the seam never moved. He would kiss her up and down the seam. Just checking they were straight.
While they did have a lot of more conventional sexual encounters as well, they enjoyed play time focused on her nylons. She even had him dress in them occasionally and their lovemaking was intense. She seemed to really enjoy sharing the sensations together. She developed her own way of caressing him up and down his legs. She liked to play with his rosebud but never inserted anything into his bum. Sometimes he wished she had as she drove him wild. Within months they were living together and after eighteen months they got married.
It was fortunate that they didn't want children quickly as three years later, he was about to throw her out. The bastard she was fucking was receiving his balls being toasted by his wife.
About four months ago, he had thought something was amiss but assumed it was because he was working on a serious case which was taking a lot of time and effort to trace the culprit. It was the type of case which gnawed at him, a young girl being sexually assaulted and left for dead. Fortunately, she had been found in time but like all on the case, they wanted the perpetrator. He knew his mood meant he wasn't the best to be around, but she seemed to understand. After nine days they found the culprit and things appeared to be approaching normal.
Some parts of his shift cycle meant they didn't spend a lot of time together but on the other side, they were often available through the day for each other as she worked flexy time so could take afternoons off. Recently, she had started going in earlier and finishing around one.
After initially reconnecting, he felt a gap between them about ten weeks ago and that had only widened. He couldn't recall them actually making love since then. She did relieve him but he noticed he seemed to be relegated to the office stockings which were not as smooth to run your hands or more delicate parts over. When he asked, she just said she hadn't changed when she came home. He was sure he still saw the romantic ones among the laundry. He dismissed his little voice saying, "Who's she wearing those for?"
On looking back the only time they played in recent weeks was when he took her out, almost as if he was buying her services. The stockings felt rough and she seemed eager to get the dirty deed over and done with.
A month ago, on his second last night shift, he had managed a whole night of paperwork so came home on time and woken her with a cup of tea. She seemed surprised as she was normally away before he came home. They exchanged pleasantries but she didn't want to have any physical contact. She headed for her shower. He was putting stuff away and headed to the bathroom with fresh towels. The door was slightly ajar and he saw her in the mirror shaving her pussy. She would never do that for him. Alarm bells were now going off in his head.
He went to bed and pretended he was going to sleep as she came through. "What's your plans for today?" she asked.
"I'll probably spend some time on the golf range as the competition is a few weeks away. The lads are talking about playing tomorrow afternoon to get some more practice in."
She seemed very pleased when normally she would sulk at that. A quick peck on his cheek and she was gone.
After she left the house he got up. The first thing he did was check the laundry basket. He seldom washed anything so she may not have hidden any evidence. He smiled as police speak came to him. He was on the case. He found her sensual knickers from the previous two days still there. Both had clear spunk stains. Now he truly knew. He photographed them and took a swab for DNA should he need it later. He left the basket seemingly untouched.
His friends and colleagues would describe him as laid back almost horizontal in fact but none would want to be the one he was after. He was relentless and extremely diligent. Many defence counsels would see his name on the Police report and tell their clients to plead to get the lowest sentence. Now he had his own case. He was going to find who the bastard was and ruin him.
Like many crimes the first port of call was to follow the money. After examining their bank records and credit card bills, he spotted his first clues. She hadn't made any payments to their joint account in six months. They used that for servicing the credit cards and general household bills and for their holidays although there wasn't much left. She had wanted to keep her own account so she could surprise him she had said.
There were payments to a local hotel which he never used. He added that up and began a sheet of dates, costs and where. He wasn't going to be ending up paying for the whore and this bastard!
When he checked those against his shifts, they were all one day later than when he was on nightshift. How long did it take payments to be debited? It seems they kept a lower profile when he was working during the day when he could possibly spot them. Now he had to find out who?
He knew she left work around 1pm so he set off to follow her. He was sure she wouldn't be expecting him to do that so it should be easy. He had a fairly nondescript car which blended in well. He saw where she had parked, found a spot to watch discreetly and waited for her. Just after one, she came out looking very happy, got in and drove off. It was soon clear she was heading to that hotel.
He knew a vantage point so headed there hoping to get there before she arrived. He hoped the man would be in his car which would give him an opportunity to find his name. As she pulled in, he was in a spot allowing him to photograph her and the bastard whilst not being visible to her. Damn! She must be meeting him inside as there was no one else in the car park. He would give them their due, they were being careful. He had time, all the time he needed.
He recorded the time she arrived and later the time she left. Through his camera lens he could tell her clothing was slightly disarranged. He watched her leave and waited for the man. After twenty-five minutes a man came out and for some reason he took an immediate dislike to him. He was verbally abusing a female member of staff who had tried to get his attention. He couldn't hear what was said but the bastard's displeasure was clear.
He smiled when the hotel security came out. From his look, he knew he didn't take kindly to a man abusing a female so this could get interesting. The man continued his tirade but the security guy was taking quietly. He knew that was the time to watch out. If he had been trained properly he would know where every pain centre was and would be adept at holding them for just long enough to get control and for the person to realise the error of their ways. As the man's hand brandished towards the girl, the man stepped in and took what to a bystander would look was a light touch. The man instantly stopped and looked at the security man. He appeared to be in some pain. Not enough, he thought! The man must have decided this was a battle he was going to lose so seemed to apologise before leaving somewhat reluctantly.
From the staff's reaction, it appeared the man was well known but not liked. He hoped he could use that to his advantage.
The bastard got into his top of the range car and set off. He knew he had to be the person he was looking for because most hotel guests parked at the rear. The lunch crowd had gone and his was the only car which had been there when he arrived.
He was easy to follow and soon they were at a well to do part of town. Maintaining his distance, he saw him pull into a drive to a house which must have cost an arm and a leg. Noting the address, he carried on and returned home.
She seemed surprised he was home so early but he just said he felt his back so decided to rest rather than force some more balls. Normally she would have offered to massage his back but there was no such offer.
When he asked why she was freshly showered she said she was sweaty from work and wanted to clean off. Well, he knew what sweaty work she was referring to.
Later that night at work, he checked the voters roll for that address and found the names of the occupants. She was well known as her family owned quite a bit of the town and many of the businesses. It made him think she was the money and he was a parasite. Soon he would probably be a former parasite! As it could be traced back to him he couldn't research him on the firm's computer systems he would wait until tomorrow.
He watched her leave the house in the morning. He could see she was wearing sensual stockings so she planned their last rendezvous until his next set of nights. He would be waiting for her at her work again but for now he had some research to do. He also needed to see that security man but how to do that without tipping off the whore and the bastard?
On reaching his home, he found the laundry basket empty. All his shirts were washed and ironed, which he normally did himself. If he didn't already know, this would have seemed strange behaviour from her.
