There is nothing more intensely erotic to me than to wear panty hose, and look in the mirror, and see my cock pressed against my body.
My fetish probably arose because of my older sister, when I used to go into the bathroom and play with myself, and pull her hose out of the hamper and wrap them around my cock as I jacked off.
But, I never started to wear panty hose and panties until I was married. I would take my wife's hose and wear them just about every chance I could find alone.
That is, until she caught me.
I was in the attic, where I had a small office. There was no one around, and my wife, Carol, had gone shopping. I pulled out my secret stash of panties, and put one on, along with a garter belt. I pranced around the room, looking at my hard cock pressing against the thin fabric of the panties. I was thrilled to see myself in the silky, thin material.
Then, the piece de resistance: I pulled off the panties and the garter belt, and put on a pair of really thin, ultra sheer, slightly white panty hose. I pulled them on, watching my dripping, hard cock being trapped by the sheer fabric.
All I would have had to have done would have been to have touched myself (WHAT verb conjugation is THAT?) and I would have come right then. But, to my anguish and surprise, the office door opened, and there stood Jane, my wife. Her mouth hung open, her face reddened, and her eyes were wider than any eyes I'd ever seen.
She walked into the room slowly, and sat at my desk, staring at the see-through bulge my hard cock made in the hose. She licked her lips, though from being turned on, or because her mouth was dry, I had no idea.
"Um," I said.
"Playing around, huh?" she asked with a small smile.
I nodded.
"How long you been into this kind of thing?"
I shrugged. "I don't know. It kind of thrills me." I was caught. There was no use lying about it, or even trying to make up some kind of story.
"It does look kind of strange, but kind of exciting, too. Do you like me to wear panty hose? Or, is this just something you like to do?"
"I love seeing you in panty hose," I said. "I wear them too, cause it turns me on. But, when you wear them, well, you know what it does to me."
She looked at the ceiling, as if trying to remember something. Then, she nodded. "Don't go away, I mean, er, don't change clothes or anything, OK?" She stood and left the room before I could nod.
I stood there and waited. I wondered if she was going to go put on some hose, or go get a shot gun and blow my shit away.
When she returned, she was dressed --- or rather, undressed --- in a bra and panty hose.
She walked over to me and got on her knees, and flicked at my dick with her tongue, through the material.
"That's exciting as hell," she murmured. "I like that."
She moved her tongue up and down the length of my cock, and then nestled my balls with her lips. She licked and sucked on them, till the fabric was totally wet with her saliva. Then, she lay back, resting on the carpeted floor. She spread her legs, and I could see her pussy was really wet, having soaked through the hose she was wearing.
I got between her legs, my cock stabbing at my belly through the sheer fabric. I licked her pussy through the hose. The taste was different, and she suddenly jerked, her legs tightening and loosening. She had cum, and I needed to cum, too. I moved my body up and rubbed my trapped cock along the length of her pussy, and she came again, just as my cum soaked the panty hose we were both wearing. I shot a big load, and the cum was literally dripping everywhere.
I pulled away and lay beside my wife.
"Well, that was one hell of a thrill," she whispered.
I felt that it had, indeed, changed our slightly stagnating sex life. From that day forward, we were like a young couple again, fucking every chance we could get.
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