My Wife’s Stockings: An Erotic Tale of Sex and Seduction
It all started with my wife’s stockings. She had bought a new pair of black stockings to wear out to dinner one night, and when I saw her wearing them, I knew I had to have her. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, and I wanted to admire her long legs and tight curves as they were framed by the stockings.
My wife noticed my gaze and smiled. She knew what I was thinking, and she seemed to be enjoying the attention I was giving to her. We had been married for about two years at this point, so there was a certain level of familiarity between us, but I was still excited by her. I wanted her in a way I hadn’t wanted her before.
That night, we went out to dinner and I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. I wanted to feel the fabric of her stockings against my fingertips, and I wanted to explore her body in the way I had before. We both knew that things had shifted between us, and we wanted to take advantage of it.
When we got home that night, we went straight to the bedroom. I undressed her slowly, savoring every moment as I peeled away the fabric of her stockings. I kissed her all over, running my hands up and down her body as I explored her curves and contours. My hands moved from her legs to her hips to her breasts, and I felt her shiver with pleasure.
I pushed her back onto the bed and made sure she was comfortable. I wanted her to enjoy this as much as I was, and I wanted to make sure she was ready for whatever I had in store for her. She smiled up at me and grabbed my hand, pulling me down on top of her and wrapping her legs around me.
I kissed her deeply, exploring her mouth with my tongue as I moved my hands over her body. I felt her stocking-clad legs against my skin, and it sent a thrill through me. I wanted to do more, and I wanted to make sure she was as aroused as I was.
I started to move down her body, kissing and licking as I went. I wanted to taste her and explore her, and I was determined to make her cry out in pleasure. I moved down between her legs and licked her through her stockings. The sensation was incredible, and I felt her body quiver in response. I knew I had her now, and I wanted to take her to the edge and beyond.
I moved my hands up her legs and began to slowly and teasingly remove her stockings. I kissed and licked her skin as I revealed more and more of her body. When I was done, I moved back up and kissed her deeply, exploring her body with my hands. She was soft and willing, and I was more aroused than ever.
I moved on top of her and entered her slowly, feeling her warmth and wetness as I moved inside her. I could feel her body tremble with pleasure as I thrust deeper, and I could tell she was close to the edge. I wanted to take her over the top, so I moved faster and harder, pushing her to the brink of pleasure.
Finally, she cried out in ecstasy as her body was wracked with pleasure. I followed suit shortly after, and we lay in each other’s arms afterwards, exhausted and fulfilled.
My wife’s stockings will always be a reminder of that night, when we both realized that the love between us was still strong. We have gone on to have many more nights like that, but none will ever be quite as special as that night.
