Thanks to Lustyleader for her editing of the story, she was a great help. This account is fictional and the persons in the pictures did not participate in the events below.
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"We're going to Antigua" my husband, John, told me a few weeks ago. It was time for vacation and some time away from the kids and his stressful job. My husband is a business executive, well known in the community, so I really can't discuss our private matters with my friends, as a little gossip of our amorous encounters could be ruinous to his career. I am Victoria. I love Literotica, which allows me to write anonymously, relating how exciting he has made my life.
John is an adventuresome lover, and our vacations are filled with unexpected surprises. We travel once or twice a year, acting out our sexual fantasies during these travels. I am 42 years old with a very fit body. John refers to me as "my MILF" whenever we are alone. When we go on vacation, he takes me to the finest restaurants, and we stay in the most luxurious accommodations. In return, he insists that I always wear dresses or skirts, and while pantyhose are acceptable (He and I like the European pantyhose, such as Levante, that have a glossy finish), he strongly prefers stockings, worn with seductive heels for dinner and evening entertainment. He insists on approval of any shoes I purchase, vetoing my more sensible choices of footwear. I willingly accommodate his proclivity for stockings, frequently wearing Berkshire stockings which adhere more smoothly to my legs during the day. For special occasions, a vintage pair of reinforced toe and heel stockings (his favorites have a reinforced sole and seams ) are de rigueur, possessing a gossamer sheerness that always leads to intense lovemaking. He unabashedly admits to a nylon fetish, worshiping my encased taut and tanned legs starting at my red toenails, ending at the top of the welt, licking the smooth nylon like a pet lapdog relishing his favorite treat.
As we were preparing to leave to the airport, he gave me a new pair of panties to wear for the flight to Antigua. Not unexpected, as John always plans an erotic adventure on vacation trips. I went to the bathroom and replaced my panties with the new pair. They had some stretch, were slightly smaller than my usual size but they felt comfortable once I put them on. Over the top, I put on his favorite pair of taupe pantyhose and a mid- height pair of heels with a peep toe. He would like me to wear stockings as he loves to see me in public rearranging my skirt to hide the tops of stockings. But, I reminded him that it could be very embarrassing going through a metal detector at our local airport with metal garters holding the stockings. I wore a knit blue skirt that came to above my knees, and a white blouse with a wide lapel that fastens with a button between my cleavage, a prim and proper wife.
We found our seats in the first class cabin and I sunk into the large seat by the window preparing to get comfortable for the flight. The attendant brought us each a glass of fine champagne to drink while the other passengers took their seats. John must have ordered it as he knows that champagne has an immediate effect, tempering my inhibitions, initiating my transition to becoming a concubine, yearning for his debauchery. We fastened our seat belts, and soon the plane was en route to our vacation in Antigua.
Once we were aloft, the seatbelt sign was turned off after reaching the cruising altitude. John presented me with a small box wrapped red wrapping paper with a gold bow. He whispered in my ear "take this back to the restroom, and put this little item between your legs. I am sure you can figure it out ". I excused myself, and entered the first class toilet. Inside the box was a plastic tubular shaped device and both ends were rounded.
( See http://www.drugstore.com/intimina-kiri-personal-massager-cerise/qxp366913?catid=181993 ). I suspect this was a vibrator as it was bright pink in color but there was no on-off switch. I put the vibrator in place in a small pocket in the panties which held it between my labia. It was not uncomfortable, barely noticeable. I pulled up my pantyhose over the panties and vibrator, securing it firmly in place. When I returned to my seat, John gave me a smile, sensuously touched my nylon clad thigh, caressing it briefly under my skirt before shutting his eyes to sleep.
I was reading a romantic novel that I brought with me for the flight.. After approximately one hour, I heard over the speaker
"the Captain has turned on the fasten seatbelt sign, please fasten the seatbelt securely as we are approaching some turbulence"