Stockings. The root of this story is my stocking, nylons and pantyhose -- SNAP - fetish. It is wrapped in a fantasy genre and includes bisexual themes, shape shifting and gender reversal. This story includes cuckolding.
As we lay in our king size bed, my wife purred into my ear, "Mitch, I have to tell you about an amazing experience I had in San Fran tonight." When she said the word amazing, her entire body shuddered and my heart skipped a beat.
We just had one sided sex. I was in bed when she got home and she went directly into the bathroom. When she came out, she was wearing only black pantyhose. As I got up to greet her, I saw that her hose was torn at the crotch and I could see her neatly trimmed blond bush.
I was about to ask her when she pushed me onto the bed and worked her body up mine until she was straddling my face.
"Lick and suck," she commanded.
Her gorgeous pussy was swollen and sopping wet. It smelled of her sweet essence and something else. Something foreign. But I complied and with my hands on her pantyhosed legs I licked and sucked and feared.
She sat on my face until she collapsed from a gushing orgasm that went down my throat. While nearly drowning me with her pussy juices she jacked me off until I shot my load all over my stomach. She scooped up my jizz and moved to push her fingers into my mouth. I gagged and spat and looked up at her, surprised.
"Doesn't that taste amazing," she said smiling. It was then that I remembered the look on her face when she walked in the house. It was the look of having been totally and completely fucked into weeping, quivering submission.
I feel like an invisible man. Invisible to every human being on the planet but my beautiful wife. At least that is the way I have viewed myself since the day we collided in the corridor of a small town airport in a forgotten part of the world. Somehow, it was love at first sight for both of us not just me.
It is here that I will confess that it was not her outward beauty that initially attracted me. She is stunning and even now I fail to understand how she could be attracted to a skinny, geeky, pale-skinned, four-eyed guy like me. Don't get me wrong. I do have some good physical and mental qualities.
I will not bore you with the boy meets girl saga rom-com baloney. Like I said, it was an airport where we met. I was scanning around looking for female flight attendants wearing stockings. A group of them passed me as I was picking up my bag. I turned to look and when I turned back, I collided with my now wife.
She was wearing a white blouse, short black skirt, dark tan stockings and bright red high heel pumps. My heart fluttered and somehow... The rest is history. Until now that is.
Susan travels a lot for work. She is a big shot in a multi-national corporation based in Dallas, Texas. Always dressed to kill at work, when she enters the conference room every head turns her way. Susan is the only female in that room with the exception of the CEO's admin who is a beautiful, petite grandma type. The rest of the room is largely comprised of ex-pro jocks who went from the locker room to the old boys club. Susan outperforms every one of them every day. She is loathed by everyone except the CEO who loves her because of the money she makes for his company.
I am in the very broad field of computer consulting and work mostly out of an office on the third floor of our coastal home. We live in the Northeast.
After brushing my teeth, I got back in bed where Susan lay on her back. I saw that her torn black pantyhose were still on and my cock twitched. I wanted to be furious with her because I knew she cheated on me.
"Are you going to tell me," I asked not wanting to hear.
I got into bed and Susan looked at me in the dim light. I could see that she was contemplating something and I felt her leg brush against mine. She closed her eyes for a beat and touched my limp cock.
"What happened in Chicago," I said.
She said, "Mitch, do you ever wear stockings, nylons or pantyhose?"
I felt a flutter in my chest and wondered how she could know. She saw the look on my face and knew the answer. Fear replaced the flutter.
"Uh, well," I sputtered. "Like when I dressed up as a nun at a costume party."
"Mmm hmm," Susan said grinning.
"Don't change the subject," I said defensively. "Tell me what happened."
Susan lifted her black pantyhosed legs into the air and the spread them. I watched her feet with her red painted toenails move around. The air felt thin and I reached out to stroke the silky nylon.
"What happened," I urged. But my resolve was bleeding away into lust.
"Take off my pantyhose," she said.
Feeling cheated, I sat up and slowly worked her wrecked pantyhose off her smooth legs. She took them from me in a ball and sniffed them. Her eyes closed and her body shuddered. Her naked, toned body still glistened with sweat.
"Do you want to wear them," Susan blurted holding them out to me.
Shakily, I said, "no, of course not."
Susan giggled wolfishly and said, "that's not what your cock is saying."
I did feel the blood rush to my cock. It's average sized with a nice head. "I..." It was standing erect.
"Gimme your legs," Susan said and before I could object, she was sliding the pantyhose up my left leg. "Oh yeah! You like that, Mitch! Gimme your other foot."
She slid the black pantyhose up my other leg and without thinking I lifted my ass so she could complete the job. My heart felt like I was running stairs and my cock was Viagra hard.
"Oh god," I stammered. "What's gotten into you?"
Susan ran her hands up and down my pantyhose clad legs and purred. "I just want you to feel what I felt earlier tonight," Susan said running her fingers up my legs to my crotch.
As if someone else was in control of my body, my pantyhosed legs parted and Susan's hands found my cock and then lower. She gently rubbed my clean shaven balls and then tickled the lower area and her fingers brushed across my hole. Heat coursed up my body and my toes tingled and suddenly the feel of the nylon was electric on my legs.
"Oh shit," I gasped. My eyes closed and my body shuddered. I felt like I was going to cum.
