After our escapade on holiday, our sex life went through the roof. One evening my wife Claire decided to tell me a fantasy of hers. Lying in bed with her hand lazily stroking my cock she told me her latest turn on.
I'm away on business leaving Claire pottering around the house. Standing in our bedroom she looked out of the window to see two young men across the street working in one of the front gardens opposite. As it was a hot day they were both stripped to the waist. The sight of their muscular, lean bodies started to make her feel horny. Slipping a hand under her skirt she rubbed her clit through her knickers, imagining what they would do to her. At that point Claire made an impulsive decision. She had to have them. Removing her knickers, she hitched up her skirt until it was several inches above her knees, slipped her bra off so that she wore nothing more than a white blouse stretched over her breasts and slipped into a pair of high heeled sandals.
She wandered across the street and asked them if they wouldn't mind helping her move a large piece of garden furniture. The two men looked her over, not quite believing what they were looking at and were happy to oblige. They walked back with her to the back garden where she directed them to move the table. While they were moving the table she sat with her legs crossed, giving them a fantastic view of her sexy legs. When they had finished, she thanked them and said it was nice to have some help from two hunky men. As she said this she uncrossed her legs giving them an unobstructed view of her trimmed pussy. Both men stared blatantly between her legs, unable to believe their luck. Claire asked them if they wanted to come over for a drink when they got off work. They said they'd love to.
"Seven o'clock then, I'll be waiting," she replied and tottered into the house on her heels.
Claire emerged from the bathroom and downed her third gin and tonic. She was buzzing from the alcohol and the thought of what was going to happen. She slipped on her sexiest knickers, a black pair with a mesh front that clearly showed her pussy lips. She decided on a black suspender belt and stockings, she had never met a man who could resist these. She clipped the suspender belt around her waist and smoothed the stockings up her legs. She had chosen a shiny black pair with a seam. Her black lacy bra allowed her nipples to poke through the thin fabric. She chose a stretch top that showed off her tits perfectly. Her black leather skirt covered the tops of her stockings. She sat down on the bed to put her shoes on and noticed that the skirt rode up to reveal the suspender straps, stocking tops and a band of exposed thigh. "Oh well," she thought, "too late now." She slipped her feet into a pair of black stilettos and stood up to admire herself in the mirror. Her outfit had one simple message: Fuck me. She applied a hot pink lipstick. The doorbell rang. "Right on time", she murmured and sauntered downstairs.
Claire led Brian and John into the sitting room, knowing full well their eyes were glued to her tight behind and her legs encased in black nylon. She invited them to sit down while she fetched drinks. When she returned she sat on the sofa opposite them and crossed her legs. Both men just stared at her stocking top that had come into view.
Claire made idle chit chat for a while, despite both men finding it difficult to concentrate on what she was saying. When she crossed the room to put some music on she bent over, allowing her skirt to ride up so that they got a clear view of the seams on her stockings running right up to her irresistible arse and suspender straps, both men were seriously getting hard in their trousers. She looked over her shoulder and smirked. She was enjoying this and her pussy was getting wetter by the second. Time to speed things up she thought.
"So boys," she said settling back on the sofa and letting her skirt ride up, "I think you keep stealing glances at my legs."
"Can you blame us?" answered Brian, "it's not everyday you get to see a sexy woman in stockings."
Claire slowly opened her legs until the skimpy black knickers came into view.
"Do you think they suit me?" she asked stroking her painted nails up and down her nyloned thighs. "Silly question I suppose, judging by the bulges in your trousers," she giggled. "This is all very naughty of me," she continued, "my husband would kill me, but as he isn't here, no harm done. I often wear stockings when he's away on business. It makes my pussy so wet knowing men are lusting after me in my tarty gear. It usually guarantees me a good fucking."
On the word fucking, Claire spread her legs as far as they would go and ran a hand over the wet patch on her knickers.
"So boys," she asked, "what do you fancy doing? I mean I've gone to all this trouble tarting myself up for you, the least you can do is get your cocks out."
Within seconds both men had their cocks in their fists, stroking their poles at the sight of this married woman in her sexy underwear.
"Hmmm, they look hard. What are you going to do with those?" Claire teased, "stick them in my mouth perhaps, or fuck my married pussy. She pulled her knickers to one side and slipped a finger between her lips. I'll bet your girlfriends don't dress up for you like this, so come on boys, fuck me like a slut."
