So, welcome to the first of some accounts from my sordid past. Some are totally true. Some have been slightly embellished and some pure fantasy. I will leave you to decide!
My name is James. My wife, and heroin of some of these tales is Annette. My good friend Stuart makes up the three. Although, as you will read, those involved in the fun are not always the same three! Names have been changed to protect the not-so innocent.
I have been a bad boy! I have not always been faithful, and it is fair to say I do regret that now. But at the time I was having way too much fun to care! You know what they say about men having their brain in their dicks!!
The first experience where I shared Annette was totally unplanned. The thought had not even crossed my mind. Which is why I guess it remains burned in my memory, and wank-bank many years later.
I had my own flat. It was a one bedroomed first floor flat from a house conversion. It was basic but it was mine. Well, 5% was mine. The other 95% belonged to Barclays.
It was a proper 'man pad' with a large leather sofa and wide armchair. There was only enough room for just the two. The rest of the room was taken with a dining table and big TV in one corner.
Although it was mine. Stuart, my best mate had found himself homeless, after a bust up with his girlfriend. So we shared the single bedroom.
And no, not like that. We were good friends, but not that good! Both of us were definitely only interested in the opposite sex!
Sex being the operative word! We worked together and both had reputations for being womanizers.
Anyway, enough of the boring stuff. Down to why you are reading this. The sex!
I had been seeing Annette for about 6 months. She was a schoolteacher and quite prim and proper. But had a gorgeous face, pert little tits and legs to die for!
Oh, by the way, I am definitely a 'leg man'. And, in particular, legs encased in nylon! Stockings, hold-ups, tights. I'm not fussy. Just nylon! And I just adore nylon-clad feet! I have a real fetish for all the above.
She had her own place, and we had the usual dating relationship. I would normally visit her at her place due to my lodger. She had nothing against Stuart but obviously did not want to stay at mine in my single bed, 2 feet away from Stuart in his!
Stuart and I worked shift work, and not always the same. On this particular Friday he was supposed to be working nights, but his shift got cancelled.
I was not supposed to be seeing Annette so the two of us decided to have a night in and watch a film. Stuart sat in the armchair; I laid out on my sofa opposite. My usual place.
About 8 there was a knock at the door. I was not expecting anyone so went downstairs to see who could be knocking.
To my pleasant surprise there stood Annette. "I know you were having an evening in, but I thought I would come and keep you company".
I was pleased to see her, but surprised. I invited her in and she squeezed past me in my tiny hall and gave me a peck on the lips as she past. She was clearly in the mood for more than tv.
Being the gentleman I am, I let her walk up the stairs in front of me. And am I glad I am such a gentleman!
As she walked up in front of me, I was rewarded with the sight of her wearing a short black 'skater' style mini skirt. And with every step, the back flipped out revealing her sexy black sheer nylon stocking tops. The really sheer ones with no lycra. They feel so smooth and hard, but when she bends her knees, the wrinkles just demand stroking!!
To finish the view, she wore 5 inch stiletto black patent court shoes that turned her slender ankle in a way any man would fall at her feet and worship the ground she walked on.
And for a man with a foot fetish?? Well, I will leave you to imagine how I felt! But if you can't work it out, my cock reached the top of the stairs 5 seconds before me!
She had her black leather bomber jacket on, so I did not know what delights awaited me on her top half. But suffice to say, I had forgotten all about Stuart sat in the lounge.
I should have thought to warn Annette before she walked in, but I didn't. I honestly do not know if I just did not think of it, or I got a kick out of thinking about Stuart seeing my girlfriend dressed for sex. In hindsight, knowing myself as I do now, I am sure I got as big a buzz thinking about him seeing her dressed as she was as I had seeing her myself.
As she walked up the stairs, she was talking to me. Something about hoping I did not mind her turning up un-announced and knowing Stuart was at work we could enjoy an evening at mine for a change. To be honest, I was not listening. I was too busy enjoying the view of her stocking-clad legs and the flash of her bare bum as the skirt floated in and out.
Was she 'commando' or was it a thong? Personally, I did not mind. As long as I found out some time tonight.
As she got to the top of the stairs, I saw her turn the corner towards the lounge and as she disappeared out of sight for a second I just saw her shrug the jacket off her shoulders as she entered the lounge. I was still oblivious to what adorned her top half.
All I heard was an exclaimed "oh, what are you doing here? You were supposed to be on nights!" Annette did not sound happy.
And when I entered the lounge, I understood why. She was wearing a sheer white blouse that was so see-through her hard nipples were totally visible in their balcony bra beneath the see-thru blouse!
Her arms automatically came up to her chest. In a vein effort to hide her delights beneath.
"Nice to see you too!" Stuart said with a broad smile right across his face. He was making no effort to look at her face. He seemed to be getting pleasure watching her squirm in embarrassment as he blatantly admired her pert, succulent tits.
I asked what she wanted to drink to diffuse the situation and walked into the kitchen. Annette followed quickly behind asking what Stuart was doing there. She was clearly concerned how he had seen her, and how much of her he had seen.
She said she should leave, and I pointed out it was a bit late for that. He would never un-see what he had seen. I told her I really did not want her to leave. I went over to her and embraced her saying how she looked so good I just had to enjoy her more. And she had clearly gone to so much effort it would be a shame to waste it now.
Annette shrugged and kind of melted in my arms. She was clearly warming to the idea.
I suggested I pore her a glass of red wine. That way she would not be able to drive home and would have to stay the night. It was clear that had been her intention coming round here in the first place.
I poured her a large glass and led her, tentatively, back into the lounge. Stuart played the gentleman and kept his eyes on the tv as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
Annette and I made ourselves comfortable on the sofa and got engrossed in the film without talking. I put my arm around her shoulder, and she snuggled into my chest, her arms fixed across her chest saving her dignity as much as she could in that outfit! Stuart somehow disappeared back into his armchair, but I could see his attention was more on Annette's legs than it was on the action on the tv.
