Nylon Secrets

Kayla was doing the laundry when she found them.

Buried at the bottom of her husband’s hamper, a pair of her pantyhose. “How odd,” she thought, placing them on the sink so she could hand-wash them. “I don’t think I put my stockings in there.” She shrugged and went back to sorting through the laundry. That’s what marriage was all about - all your stuff getting in with theirs.

The next week, she found another pair.

When Bob got home that night, Kayla was sitting in the living room, wearing the tight red dress she usually only wore to parties, a pair of hose, and high red heels. When Bob walked inside, she flipped on the lamp beside her chair. “Welcome home,” she said.

Bob did a double-take. “Oops. Are we supposed to be going out?”

Kayla shook her head. “No. I just thought I’d dress up for you.” Bob looked her up and down appreciatively, and Kayla smiled. Usually when she wore this dress he groped her all evening and in the car on the way home, and they’d end up fucking in the front hall the minute they got home.

“Well you look great,” he said, and walked over to kiss her.

“Not so fast,” Kayla said as he leaned over. Bob stood back up, surprised. She pulled the pair of pantyhose she had found in his hamper out. Bob swallowed and backed away. “What are these?”

“Pantyhose, I guess,” Bob said, smiling guiltily.

“Exactly,” Kayla said. “And why were they in your laundry?”

“My laundry?” Bob stammered, still backing away. “Don’t be silly.”

Kayla stood and walked towards him, her heels sinking into the carpet, cleavage bouncing. “Tell me why you have these.” She dangled the nylons in the air. “Tell me that you like to rub these on your cock. Tell me you like to jerk off with them.”

“Yeah,” he said finally.

“Good,” Kayla purred. “Then perhaps you’d like to wear them.”

“Wear them?” Bob asked. Kayla nodded. She unbuttoned his shirt and then knelt in front of him and took off his pants. Bob couldn’t move.

“Go ahead,” she said, handing the pantyhose to him. “Do it,” she ordered when he didn’t move.

Bob moved awkwardly towards the couch and perched on the arm. Kayla crossed her arms, forcing her tits up higher under her dress. He was still too nervous to be hard, but when he slipped his foot into the pantyhose and felt the fabric against his skin, his cock started to twitch.

“One leg at a time,” Kayla advised him. Bob fumbled into the pantyhose until he was able to pull them up to his waist. He adjusted his cock so it lay flat against his stomach, where it started to harden.

“Very nice,” Kayla purred. She walked over to him and trailed her fingernails over the ridge of his cock under the pantyhose. His erection stretched the nylon tight. “Now let’s see you walk.” Her face told him that she wasn’t kidding, so Bob walked. Every step he took made the fabric rub against his legs and his dick with a delicious friction. He knew if he kept moving like that he would blow his load.

But Kayla stopped him. She bent over and slipped out of her own stockings, and held them to his face so he could smell the traces of her hot cunt on the fabric. She kissed her way down his body, licking his cock through the nylon, rubbing his ass through the fabric, and then she sat on the floor and spread her legs. “I’d like you to eat me now.”

Bob lay down on the floor on his stomach. His prick was painfully hard, but it felt so good pressed against the pantyhose like that. Kayla pulled down her dress so that she could play with her nipples and spread her pussy for his tongue. As Bob moved forward and began to lick her clit, his cock rubbed against the floor through the nylon. Bob groaned and Kayla smiled. “Eat,” she ordered.

Every time he moved his head up and down Kayla’s slit, his cock rubbed against the pantyhose and throbbed. He started grinding his hips as he licked her clit, finger-fucking her as the stockings rubbed over his sensitive prick. Kayla was pinching her nipples and moaning as he ate her out. “That’s so good,” she told him. “I bet you’re so fucking hot in those stockings, I bet you’re just dying to come,” she teased.

Bob licked harder, fucked her with his fingers faster, until Kayla was keening like a siren. The pantyhose rubbed over his dick as he moved faster, and then Kayla grabbed his head and pulled his mouth to her cunt. The final motion of his dick against the floor was too much, and Bob moaned as he shot hot arrows of cum against the binding nylons.

“Did that feel good?” Kayla asked him, still pulling at her nipples as Bob rolled over onto his back, his face shining with the juices from her cunt.

“I’ll never keep a secret from you again,” Bob swore.

“I don’t know,” Kayla said. “It was kind of fun finding out about it.”