A bit of a twist to this one, it's very much along your theme though, in a roundabout way.
To set the scene, 30 yrs back or so, late 80's I lived with a girl where all was good, the thing being I like a lady dressed in nylons, ³unfortunately she wasn't happy with tights, thought stockings were tarty and even the compromise of hold ups or crotchless tights didn't do the trick.
Neighbours in an apartment only doors away moved in one day, quite an attractive and lively blonde with a very introvert partner, plus 3 young kids so she was busy. It only took a few weeks and my partner and Ilona (the blonde neighbour) got chatty.
A couple of years passed and the neighbours were amidst a rough patch, my relationship was 'fine' other than my ongoing frustration that my partner only wanted sex nude, I was so wanting her in nylons and heels when we shagged! Basically I wanted role-play, boss/secretary, etc etc. By now my good lady went along with it on and off and in parallel to this I was sometimes giving Ilona next door the odd lift to the hotel she worked in.
This all came about as I was sometimes working from home and my partner was busy with something and had asked if I might drop Ilona off instead of her.
To say I didn't notice my neighbours nyloned legs would be a lie, however in flat shoes it didn't quite have 'that special appeal' and after all, she was my partners best friend....I was very loyal back then, the thought never occurred to me...
The day came, my partner a nounced we were done and she left that day.. family turned up including a small removal van. It seemed I had missed all the signals and she had made up her mind and planned things weeks in advance.
Alone now in a spacious apartment Ilona would sometimes pop over with a plated up evening meal for me.
This is when it all came out. My (now ex partner) and Ilona would often meet up once the kids were at school and have a natter over a coffee. It turned out that Ilona was in the know about my nylon thing and not just that, she was aware that I was interested in anal and that my ex had absolutely had no inclination to even try this out.
The lifts to work and the nylons Ilona had taken to were a female plot by the girls to check out my integrity and would I try it on.
Seemingly though Ilona had taken a liking to nylons, but not just that but hold ups that led onto wearing no knickers to work. Her fella only ever did missionary with her, usually after a gallon of beer on a Friday night...
Their relationship was drifting apart again and she confided in the fact she had seen some very suspicious sex practices on his laptop involving minors and worse, as such she seemed more and more drawn to me...basically she saw a friend in me, someone she could talk to and far more, her teasing at work in hold ups and being commando often got her so fruity that she would rarther fuck me as I appreciated her in comparison to Marco, her partner.
Nevertheless, he tried to patch all up and sion there were to be wedding bells..!!!
I was gutted that she was going along with it. She said it was more for the kids and with her being a little older than him she seems panicky about being left on the shelf with 3 kids. As to me, she knew I was career driven and often away during the week....also, the kids loved Dad. Fair play.
Being invited to the wedding was even more of a bitter and embarrassing thing to contend with.
I went along, alone and booted and suited. Looking at her in her wedding dress, white nylons and heels I was in agony, lol. .
I had taken on Ilona's hubby in our company as a fitter back when my ex and Ilona had become friendly. We manufactured and installed bespoke conservatories and as a roofer he was a useful addition to our fitting teams.
As such, newly wed he was keen on any overtime and in the same week they married I received a text.
It was Ilona. Could I come over to the house they had now rented within the neighbourhood. As Marco (her hubby) was working till very late she needed help with some lamp shades etc etc. Well, having spare time to hand having way surpassed my monthly sales goals and just dossing about at home I drove over.
I was hardly up a ladder that I felt a hand go up my leg and fondle my cock. Ffs Ilon...anyhow, I crumbled !
Within a few minutes I had Ilona with her skirt rucked up and my beloved nyloned lags wedged apart... high heels thrown in to, these so making her legs look great whilst her arse was thrust outwards and upwards...
Things got messy over the months. Even the kids, still relatively young began to latch on and it's good that eventually we knocked all on the head, especially as Marco now knew what was going on....in a row she told him all in an attempt to hurt him after he had overstepped the line with some of his comments.
Looking back it was all somewhat crazy, not very rational and who was using who!
She remarried some years later ....all I know is that if her new husband likes lingerie with nylons and has any inclination to take her up the rear, well, he is gonna be well looked after by her.
This all happened in Germany, I dare say she may well be popular swinger within their network.
OP - I hope you see the parallel in your initial post. Or rather that I understood you correctly!
The dressed up Hotel girl was, as stated a planned honey trap and doesn't count, but in all the carry ons later,especially the wedding, well, I guess that's in line with your theme. |
