Stockings

The instructions were clear. The stockings needed to be sheer, black and to the waist. I was to wear them under my jeans upon arrival. I sent a text to the husband. ‘I’m here’. As I waited for a reply, I nervously unzipped my jeans, took my shoes and underwear off and tore open the packet of stockings. I studied the thin material carefully and began negotiating my entrance, slipping my feet in, and rolling the shiny material up my legs and over my thighs. ’67 Arnold St’ the husband replied.

Awkwardly, I pulled the tights up over my waist and high up towards my belly button. The sensation of the garment on my skin gave me an incredibly warm and tingly feeling all over. I suddenly felt very vulnerable and feminine. I felt the stockings hug the cheeks of my bottom. The sound of my hands and fingers rubbing and caressing the material over my skin filled me with excitement and anticipation. I slipped my jeans and shoes back on and drove to the address.

I gave myself one last check and adjustment. My penis felt so large and constricted within the material that I felt like I was going to tear or rip the stockings. I walked to the front door. My stomach flipped with butterflies as I approached and, I heard footsteps inside.

The sound of high heels clipping wooden floorboards, echoing through high ceilings. I paused for a moment on the front step before knocking and opening the door. The first image I saw was that of a woman sitting opposite me in a black lace lingerie body suit. She had long thick, wavy red hair and bright red lipstick. She was pretty and aged somewhere in her early fifties. She had large breasts popping out of the black lace, embroidered cups of the body suit. She held a huge black, bell ended vibrator over her vagina and gently rubbed it over the thin black lace material. She wore black suspender stockings and black high heels.

I stepped into a large open living space and in the centre of the room stood a good looking, fit, slightly feminine man in his late forties with greying hair. He wore some kind of naughty maid’s outfit. The black and white top was transparent though and I could see a black lace bra underneath. He wore a pair of black silk panties, a pair of black suspender stockings, like the pair his wife wore and black high heels. He held a digital camera in his hand. I said hello to them both and they said hello back before the man instructed me to undress in the corner. He then reminded me that he would be taking photos and video and checked that I was still ok with being filmed. I nodded nervously as I undressed.

The husband and wife watched excitedly as I unzipped my jeans and slipped them off. I felt incredibly exposed and before I turned around to present myself to the couple, I quickly adjusted the elastic around my waist, pulling the stockings higher and adjusting my penis to be as centre to the seem as I could. My penis was already firming slightly, and it felt so large and full in the sheer transparent material. It hung firmly to the left side of my leg along the inner side of my thigh. As I turned around the couple both looked at me in hungry, desperate lust. The wife continued holding the pulsing vibrator to her vagina as she bit her lower lip. The husband directed me over to him, and as I walked I felt the material rub between my thighs. He looked me up and down with complete satisfaction and placed his left hand over my stomach just along the seam of the elastic.

‘Beautiful’ he said enthusiastically.

He looked over to his wife and smiled, giving her an almost evil little laugh before slowly running his hands and fingers over my chest and stomach where they found their way down over my thighs and bottom. He cupped my right cheek firmly in his hand bringing me in closely towards him. My hands stayed freely at my side as the husband explored my body. Eventually the palm of his hand swept gently over the stockings where my now stiffening penis was causing the material to stretch in defiance. The husband slowly began to roll down the elastic of the stockings and he carefully and gently pulled the elastic outwards to allow my penis to pop out into the living room with a firm buoyancy. Again, the husband looked towards his wife, who smiled devilishly in approval. He then spun me around taking a more detailed look at my bottom, giving my right cheek a tap and light spanking. The slightest breath escaped my mouth as I felt the crack across my skin. I felt incredibly feminine and girly and vulnerable in the presence of the man and his wife.

I was spun back around, and the husband began touching himself. Holding his penis under his silk panties whilst his other hand gripped the shaft of my thickening cock. He gave it several long firm pumps. He studied my body and penis intently before bending over and taking me inside his mouth. He circled the head of my penis before negotiating the shaft. After a few back-and-forth motions, he attempted to take my full length inside his greedy mouth. He failed and made a second attempt before gagging and drawing back. Holding my hips, he beckoned me towards him, sitting on the chair in the middle of the room. With intense concentration he began sucking and licking and fondling my penis, gripping my balls. The stockings had been pulled down slightly and now cut into my flesh about halfway down my thighs.

Suddenly the wife stood up from the couch and joined us. She too knelt before me and took my penis in her grip and began sucking. The attractive middle-aged couple sucked and cupped and stroked me like experts. I was given the impression that pleasuring men was a regular pastime for both and as a team they took control over me. I felt my legs getting weak and wobbly as the life was sucked out of me. Both mouths eagerly ventured up and down my shaft and over the head and tip of my penis before returning to the base of my cock and sucking my balls. The wife’s breasts sat buoyantly and jiggled slightly with each movement. They were much bigger than I had first noticed, and her skin was incredibly pale and white with little to know blemishes what so ever.

The man stood up before retrieving his camera. He fiddled with a few buttons, checking the angles and composition before slowly wandering around the room taking pictures of his wife sucking their new toy. As he worked, my hands found their way down to his wife’s shoulders before gently holding a handful of her breast underneath her lingerie. Her breasts felt incredibly soft, and her nipple was extremely erect. The husband sat quietly on the couch snapping away on his camera. His wife looked up at me with lustful, greedy, green sinister eyes. ‘Do you want to fuck her?’ The husband suddenly asked. ‘Sure’ I said nervously.

The wife stood up. Next to me she was almost six foot in her high heels. She was a red-haired beauty, curvy and round. She gently scraped her nails down my chest before turning away from me. She unclipped a button at the front of her lingerie set where the crutch came away. She bent over on the chair and pulled the thin material out of the crack in between her cheeks and let it hang to the side. She ran her fingers down over the lips of her pussy and then presented her bottom to me. I looked over towards the husband who gave an approving nod and began filming as I stepped towards his wife’s large round, pale white, fleshy backside. I gripped the shaft of my penis and presented it in between her thighs. She rolled her hips from side to side, eagerly awaiting me. I held the head of my cock firmly against her wet, warm lips and then entered her. I slid myself in slowly and deeply and as my length was realised, I felt the air escape her mouth in complete delightful satisfaction and acceptance. She steadied herself as I began slowly manoeuvring back and forth. Her vagina was incredibly wet, and my penis slid in and out with ease. I put my hands on her hips and brought her bottom back and forth towards me repeatedly. I pulled her cheeks apart to see her tight little ass hole constricting with each plunge. I noticed her breathing change. It was heavy and small moans had begun to escape her body as the husband sat transfixed, stroking his penis out the side of his silk panties. I noticed precum stains on the silk and a glistening moist goo on his circumcised mushroom shaped head. His penis was small, only five or six inches with little to no girth.

His wife began to look back at me over her shoulder and I gripped a fistful of her red hair with my right hand as my left hand dug deep into the flesh of her hip and left ass cheek. I quickened my pace and noticed the slapping sound as my body pounded into her ass and thighs. I looked down and watched as her flesh wobbled and jiggled and compressed with each devastating blow. I could see the slight hints of dimples and cellulite compress on her ass and thighs as I penetrated her with all my power and complete force. She buckled underneath me as I felt her pussy clench and convulse around my now throbbing penis. With one last rapid and intense strike I exploded inside, filling her with more cum than could be contained. My legs buckled and I found myself resting, hunched over her back as she too flopped over the chair in complete acceptance of her pleasure. The husband looked on in complete satisfaction. Satisfied in the result and in his own pleasure.

I slowly and delicately pulled myself back, taking a few steps towards the couch where the husband stood. He signaled for me to come towards him before he began licking and cleaning the cum and juice from my still throbbing penis. Once he was satisfied, he signaled for me to pull my stockings back up and showed me to the door. I pulled my jeans on hastily, thanked them both and briskly walked back down the path to the car with my penis still half erect. About a week later I received an email with some very naughty photos and videos. I look good in stockings.