There has always been one thing that has turned me on more than anything else, and that's a woman in stockings and high heels. I don't mean pantyhose. I mean real stockings attached to a garter belt, or stay-up thigh highs. And I don't mean clunky high heels or so-called "stripper shoes" with the platform soles. I mean old school, stiletto pumps or sexy sandals. So you can imagine how lucky I felt to meet, and later marry a woman who not only wore them on a regular basic, but actually enjoyed wearing stockings and heels.
Chris has great legs and likes showing them off. She wears skirts to work most days, and always wears high heels. She once told me she likes knowing I'll be thinking about her legs in heels through the day. And she is not shy about letting me know she likes to tease guys, maybe even let them see a bit more leg than would be considered "proper". I should tell you she is five foot six, long dark hair and did I mention she had not only great legs, but an outstanding body to match. It is easy for her to get a man's attention.
I worked overnights for many years at a Denver radio station. That means I had to be at work at 11pm, and worked until 6am. I'd get home just in time to see her leave for work. I'd be to keyed up to sleep, so it would be hours before I would hit the bed. I'd get up in time for dinner with her, then take a nap just before I left for work. The arrangement meant we really saw very little of each other during the week, but we made up for it on the weekends. And sometimes, Chris found special ways to make a routine night explosive.
It was not uncommon for Chris to wake me prior to the alarm at least one night a week so we could enjoy each other. Many nights she would come to our bed in nothing but her stockings and heels, and wake me ever so slowly, and delightfully. She'd run her stocking covered legs across mine and gently tease my cock. As I would start to stir, she'd whisper in my ear about how she let some guy at lunch see her stocking tops, or the mail boy see almost all the way to her pussy. She knew how aroused that got me, and she enjoyed playing with my dick as she recounted the days events. Some days she would slowly jerk me off, teasing me and making me beg for it. Other nights her stories were broken up in parts as she sucked on my cock. Sometimes she climbed on top of me, settled on my pole and teased me with her pussy. One thing was always consistent. It was her ability to tell me something that happened that day. And Chris did it in a way that kept me teased, aroused and begging to cum. She later admitted that she loved making me beg for the release.
So I wasn't surprised one night when I felt her stocking leg rub my thigh, and felt her warm hands massaging my dick and balls as I woke up. I was still very groggy, but not to tired to get hard fast when she told me about stopping for a new pair of shoes and how the salesman got to see up her skirt. As I got more and more excited, she told me to keep my eyes closed because she had a surprise for me. I said I would, and the next thing I felt was her using another pair of stockings to tie my hands to the bed. Then she reached over to the nightstand and got the blindfold I used when I slept during the day.
It wasn't the first time she tied me to the bed to tease me, and I liked it a lot. But I sensed something different that night, and I was proven right just a few minutes later. Chris went back to playing with my dick and gently licking my balls and generally teasing me with no mercy.
I begged to come, but she reminded me I still had an hour before I had to leave for work, and she had plans for me. As I lay on my back, I felt her straddle my right leg. I felt her stockings on either side of me. And then I felt the shock of a lifetime. I felt someone else climb on the bed. And I was sure I felt another set of legs, also encased in stockings, straddle my left leg. I was barely over the shock when I felt another pair of hands playing with my dick.
