The Co-worker and My Pantyhose Wife

The Co-worker and My Pantyhose Wife

The root of this story is my stocking, nylons and pantyhose — SNAP – fetish. It is wrapped in a fantasy genre and includes bisexual themes, shape shifting and gender reversal. This story includes cuckolding.

As we lay in our king size bed, my wife purred into my ear, “Mitch, I have to tell you about an amazing experience I had in San Fran tonight.” When she said the word amazing, her entire body shuddered and my heart skipped a beat.

We just had one sided sex. I was in bed when she got home and she went directly into the bathroom. When she came out, she was wearing only black pantyhose. As I got up to greet her, I saw that her hose was torn at the crotch and I could see her neatly trimmed blond bush.

I was about to ask her when she pushed me onto the bed and worked her body up mine until she was straddling my face.

“Lick and suck,” she commanded.

Her gorgeous pussy was swollen and sopping wet. It smelled of her sweet essence and something else. Something foreign. But I complied and with my hands on her pantyhosed legs I licked and sucked and feared.

She sat on my face until she collapsed from a gushing orgasm that went down my throat. While nearly drowning me with her pussy juices she jacked me off until I shot my load all over my stomach. She scooped up my jizz and moved to push her fingers into my mouth. I gagged and spat and looked up at her, surprised.

“Doesn’t that taste amazing,” she said smiling. It was then that I remembered the look on her face when she walked in the house. It was the look of having been totally and completely fucked into weeping, quivering submission.

I feel like an invisible man. Invisible to every human being on the planet but my beautiful wife. At least that is the way I have viewed myself since the day we collided in the corridor of a small town airport in a forgotten part of the world. Somehow, it was love at first sight for both of us not just me.

It is here that I will confess that it was not her outward beauty that initially attracted me. She is stunning and even now I fail to understand how she could be attracted to a skinny, geeky, pale-skinned, four-eyed guy like me. Don’t get me wrong. I do have some good physical and mental qualities.

I will not bore you with the boy meets girl saga rom-com baloney. Like I said, it was an airport where we met. I was scanning around looking for female flight attendants wearing stockings. A group of them passed me as I was picking up my bag. I turned to look and when I turned back, I collided with my now wife.

She was wearing a white blouse, short black skirt, dark tan stockings and bright red high heel pumps. My heart fluttered and somehow… The rest is history. Until now that is.

Susan travels a lot for work. She is a big shot in a multi-national corporation based in Dallas, Texas. Always dressed to kill at work, when she enters the conference room every head turns her way. Susan is the only female in that room with the exception of the CEO’s admin who is a beautiful, petite grandma type. The rest of the room is largely comprised of ex-pro jocks who went from the locker room to the old boys club. Susan outperforms every one of them every day. She is loathed by everyone except the CEO who loves her because of the money she makes for his company.

I am in the very broad field of computer consulting and work mostly out of an office on the third floor of our coastal home. We live in the Northeast.

After brushing my teeth, I got back in bed where Susan lay on her back. I saw that her torn black pantyhose were still on and my cock twitched. I wanted to be furious with her because I knew she cheated on me.

“Are you going to tell me,” I asked not wanting to hear.

I got into bed and Susan looked at me in the dim light. I could see that she was contemplating something and I felt her leg brush against mine. She closed her eyes for a beat and touched my limp cock.

“What happened in Chicago,” I said.

She said, “Mitch, do you ever wear stockings, nylons or pantyhose?”

I felt a flutter in my chest and wondered how she could know. She saw the look on my face and knew the answer. Fear replaced the flutter.

“Uh, well,” I sputtered. “Like when I dressed up as a nun at a costume party.”

“Mmm hmm,” Susan said grinning.

“Don’t change the subject,” I said defensively. “Tell me what happened.”

Susan lifted her black pantyhosed legs into the air and the spread them. I watched her feet with her red painted toenails move around. The air felt thin and I reached out to stroke the silky nylon.

“What happened,” I urged. But my resolve was bleeding away into lust.

“Take off my pantyhose,” she said.

Feeling cheated, I sat up and slowly worked her wrecked pantyhose off her smooth legs. She took them from me in a ball and sniffed them. Her eyes closed and her body shuddered. Her naked, toned body still glistened with sweat.

“Do you want to wear them,” Susan blurted holding them out to me.

Shakily, I said, “no, of course not.”

Susan giggled wolfishly and said, “that’s not what your cock is saying.”

I did feel the blood rush to my cock. It’s average sized with a nice head. “I…” It was standing erect.

“Gimme your legs,” Susan said and before I could object, she was sliding the pantyhose up my left leg. “Oh yeah! You like that, Mitch! Gimme your other foot.”

She slid the black pantyhose up my other leg and without thinking I lifted my ass so she could complete the job. My heart felt like I was running stairs and my cock was Viagra hard.

“Oh god,” I stammered. “What’s gotten into you?”

Susan ran her hands up and down my pantyhose clad legs and purred. “I just want you to feel what I felt earlier tonight,” Susan said running her fingers up my legs to my crotch.

As if someone else was in control of my body, my pantyhosed legs parted and Susan’s hands found my cock and then lower. She gently rubbed my clean shaven balls and then tickled the lower area and her fingers brushed across my hole. Heat coursed up my body and my toes tingled and suddenly the feel of the nylon was electric on my legs.

“Oh shit,” I gasped. My eyes closed and my body shuddered. I felt like I was going to cum.

“Ooooh yes,” Susan cooed and she pushed my left leg back. “Do you really want to know what happened?”

“Mmmmm,” I moaned and felt her tickle my hole and then a little more and then a finger was inside me. I gasped and opened my eyes. She held my pantyhosed ankle with one hand as she was working another finger inside me.

The Co-worker and My Pantyhose Wife

“He likes it. He really likes it,” Susan purred as if talking to someone else. “You like that.”

“Ohhhhh.”

My mind was filled with ecstasy and blazing hot orgasm. My cock was screaming at me like it was spewing cum all over the place, but it wasn’t. The pulsing and pumping of cum revved in my mind and I thought I would pass out.

She let go of my ankle and I heard the nightstand drawer open. My eyes were locked on my pantyhosed feet and I didn’t see what she had until it was in her mouth. What I saw shocked me and drove me wild with lust. Susan had a dark flesh colored dido and she was pumping it in and out of her mouth while finger fucking my ass!

It was all too much and again I blurted, “Susan! What’s gotten into you??”

Susan looked at me and grinned around the shaft of the rubber cock. A bit of drool dripped down and clung to her chin like an icicle. Her dirty blond hair was frazzled and her eyes portrayed something deeper and more visceral than pure lust.

She pulled the cock from her mouth with a slurp and said, “don’t you like this?”

My legs were still up in the air encased in her black pantyhose. I pictured my wife between my legs with a cock where her pussy should be. I pictured getting fucked. I pictured loving it.

“Yes,” I stammered.

“And you want to know what happened in Chicago, right?”

I wasn’t so sure now, but I said, “yes.”

With that, Susan lowered the saliva-slicked dildo and pushed into me. I felt the head pop in and I cried out, “ouch!”

“Just relax,” Susan cooed. She leaned down and kissed me deeply. Her tongue felt aggressive and went into my throat and all I could do was suck on her. I felt the dildo go farther in and the pain increased, but at the same time something stirred inside me.

“Oh my god,” I moaned around Susan’s tongue. I felt her thrusting in and out of my mouth like she was tongue fucking me.

Susan pulled her tongue from my mouth and then she pulled the dildo out of me.

I looked up at her and saw her questioning look. At that moment, I knew that our sexual relationship and most likely our entire relationship was changed forevermore. Susan knew it before I did. She smiled devilishly and then her smile morphed into a loving smile right up to her eyes.

Laying there on my back with torn black pantyhose on my legs and an empty feeling ass, I said, “what… happened… in… Chicago?”

Susan stroked my chest and circled her nails around my hard nipples. She said, “you know that I was a virgin when we met right? Well sort of… you know… I had never been with a man before…”

“Uh huh,” I said fear rising. Susan always told me that she was a lesbian before we met.

“You know that I’ve never cheated on you and that your cock is the only cock I’ve ever had inside me, right,” Susan said in a rush.

“I didn’t know you keep a dildo in your nightstand,” I said feel a little heat in my neck.

Susan grimaced and said, “I’ve never used it.” She saw my puzzled expression and continued, “I don’t know why I bought it, but I did about a week ago. I never had any desire to use it and thought I would throw it out, but…” She trailed off.

“What,” I asked remembering the look of the dildo. Very realistic with veins and balls and a big mushroom head. I started thinking that I wanted it back inside me and I rubbed my pantyhosed legs together.

Susan glanced at my legs and said, “yours is no longer the only cock that’s ever been inside me.”

From everything that happened to that point I knew that was coming, but I still was surprised to hear it. I felt tears leak from my eyes and run down my cheeks. I wanted to be furious and indignant, but all I could feel was a shuddering sadness.

“I’m a cuckold now,” I said defeated. “A sissy, pantyhose wearing cuckold.” The pantyhose felt tight and comforting.

Susan reached down and stroked my legs and looked into my eyes. I expected to see pitying disgusted, but I saw love. She said, “this feels nice.”

“Who is he,” I asked with a hitch in my throat. “One of the boys from the club?”

“A new guy,” Susan said. “He’s only been around for about a week. Some big producer from our biggest rival. He’s not part of the club and will most like never be part of it.” She pulled herself closer to me so I could feel her tits against my side.

“Wow. The new guy,” I said more bitterly than I intended.

“I’ll tell you everything. Only if you promise to stay silent until I’m done,” Susan said.

I thought about it and felt that to be a tall order. Silence filled our bedroom and Susan ran her hand up and down my pantyhose clad leg. The anger, resentment and jealousy reduced from a boil to a simmer. Did I really want to know what happened? I felt empty inside, both mentally and physically. My thoughts turned away from Susan and went to my legs and my hole. My wife had just put pantyhose on me and fucked me with a dildo. And I loved it.

“One question,” I said.

Susan nodded.

“Do you love me less than before,” I asked. Even as the words came out, I knew it sounded pathetic.

Susan answered quickly, “no! I love you more because I finally feel like we can truly sexually express ourselves with each other like never before. Do you love me less?”

I hesitated and looked into Susan’s glistening eyes. “No. I love you more now than yesterday.”

Susan blinked away some tears and said, “okay. Are you ready?”

I nodded and Susan began to talk.

From Susan’s POV while I stay completely silent…

“Like I said before I met him about a week ago. He was recruited by our CEO when they met a golf outing… Something that has earned the new guy scorn from the boy’s clubs. You see, they weren’t there to distract the boss.

He was put in charge of Florida and Georgia — two very lucrative states — and Gary was shuffled around and given Tennessee. You can be sure that Gary is not pleased and he has his boys rallying around him. So, a wall has been built in front of the new guy.

The new guy’s name is Lucas Griffin. He says he’s from New Jersey, but nobody is really from there. Anyway, We met briefly to discuss some high altitude points about his territory. When he shook my hand it was like an electric shock shot through my entire body. I had to ask him to sit. We were in my office in Dallas. I got to my seat just in time to keep from falling. I thought it was too much coffee going to my head.

We sat and I saw his eyes go to my legs. I was wearing a black skirt with nude stockings. Pantyhose actually. Nice ones… Calzedonia … They make my legs feel so great. Anyway, my shirt rode up and exposed most of my thigh. He stared openly and I saw something flash across his eyes and heat filled my pussy and I almost moaned out loud.

I squirmed and recrossed my legs which only made it worse. My pussy tingled and I felt like I was cumming. I could feel my juices soaking my pantyhose. You know that I don’t wear panties with hose. And the whole time this new guy was just staring at me with a slight grin. A knowing grin.

When I finally got him out of my office, I closed and locked the door. My pantyhose was soaked and my juices were running down my legs. I fingered myself and my mind raced around with him on top of me. In me. It didn’t take long for me to cum.

He’s taller than you, maybe 6 feet with a not-over-the-top athletes build. Definitely fit though. He has dark skin, like our walnut furniture — bad analogy, I know – and his hair is short and black. He has a smooth shaven face with a complexion fit for a male runway model. But, make no mistake — he is no metro sexual. When he shook my hand it was like his hand engulfed mine as if it was a baseball glove. His hands weren’t soft but they weren’t rough either.

Anyway… I didn’t see him again until tonight. It was torture. I mean I was that hot and bothered, honey. I went back to my hotel room that night and played with myself like never before. Weirdly, I left my pantyhose on with my heels and I lay on the bed finger fucking my sopping wet pussy until I came. It was like an explosion with him in my head directing my fingers and whispering in my ear.

‘Get yourself good and ready,’ he whispered and I could feel his hot breath. It startled me and I opened my eyes expecting to see him, but I was alone. With my eyes wide open he continued to talk in my head.

‘Get that pussy ready because I got something like you never had before. It’s going to go places and do things to you that will make you beg for more and then beg for me to stop. I’m going to push so far into to your body and mind that all you can do is hold on and cum and cum and cum again. Like you’re doing now.’

And juices exploded from my pussy and drenched my pantyhose and the bed sheets. I lay there panting with two fingers inside my pussy and then I realized something else… I had reached under and had two fingers from my other hand in my ass. I never did that before.

I left the fingers in my ass and licked my pussy juice soaked fingers clean. I could hear my moaning and slurping like I was listening from across the hotel room.

Anyway… Fast forward to tonight when I saw him in Chicago. As first, I was annoyed because he wasn’t supposed to be there. I was in the hotel lounge sitting at the end of the bar sipping on a martini. You could say I was medicating after a slightly off putting meeting with one of my best clients. I had just taken a nice long drink when I felt his presence beside me. I looked up to see his brilliant white teeth behind a sly grin.

‘Mind if I join you,’ Lucas said as he took the bar seat next to me.

I felt heat rush to my neck and noticed that my skirt had ridden up and was showing most of my black pantyhose legs. Somehow that turned me on and I wanted him to say something about it. I wanted him to acknowledge my sexy legs.

Lucas did one better. He brushed his hand across my thigh and leaned in to whisper in my ear. ‘You’re getting hotter by the second,’ he said and I almost fell off my chair.

Before meeting Lucas, I’ve never even thought about sleeping with another man. But, that touch through my pantyhose ignited something inside me. It traveled from my thigh to my toes and up to my neck and down to my pussy where juices began to flow.

Without a word from Lucas, the bartender brought him a drink. It looked like bourbon. Lucas raised his glass, looked me in the eye and drank it down with one swallow.

My bar seat was beginning to feel hot and trying to regain some dignity I said, ‘you’re a ways from Florida. Don’t you have a territory to run?’

‘Had to meet with someone up here,’ Lucas said putting down his glass. He turned in his seat so that he was facing me and his knees were spread. One was pressed against my black pantyhose and the other behind me.

I felt like a magnet dragged my eyes down to his crotch. I didn’t want to look. I really didn’t. But there it was… A bulge in his pants that went down the inside of his thigh halfway to his knee. I felt paralyzed… And I felt my pantyhose clinging to my legs and tight against my pussy.

Lucas said, ‘I can leave if you want, but I don’t think you want that.’ I watched his eyes move to my legs. He licked his lips. ‘Maybe you want to talk for a bit?’

‘Talk,’ I heard myself say. ‘Yeah. Talk.’ I took a long swallow from my martini. The cool liquid warmed my throat and spread fire in my belly. So, we made about five minutes worth of small talk where I learned exactly nothing about him and he learned way too much about me. Well, maybe I learned a few things.

I cleared my tab and stood. As I did so, I watched him looking at my black pantyhosed legs and I felt a rush of lust. I was determined to get away from him and go to my room until I had to leave for my flight. I was ready to walk away when I felt his hand on my left thigh. It felt hot and electric.

‘Excuse me,’ I said feeling heat travel up my thigh.

Lucas stood and towered over me, even though I was wearing four inch black pumps. ‘I’ll be coming up with you,’ he said.

I shook my head and started to speak when he pressed two fingers to my lips.

‘That wet spot on the bar stool,’ he said nodding to my seat. ‘That speaks for itself. I’m going to come up there and satisfy you like you never been satisfied before. I’m going to do things to you…’

I turned and headed for the elevator hoping he wouldn’t follow me, but praying he would. He followed me right into the elevator.

‘Forty-eight,’ I said. ‘But you need room key.’

‘No worries,’ Lucas said grinning and the doors closed and I felt the elevator car lurch up.

He moved close to me and pressed in while lifting my chin. His lips met mine and shivers ran down my spine. My pantyhose rubbed against him and I could feel his growing erection press against my stomach. Then his tongue was inside my mouth and all I could do was hang on. My mind told me to stop, but my body wouldn’t cooperate. My body was responding to him and his tongue and that thing pressing against my stomach. I could feel my hot pussy juice soaking my pantyhose. It felt so bad and so hot and so good.

His hands moved down my body and pulled me tighter to him. Then I felt his hand on my leg and he pulled my leg up and I saw our reflection on the polished steel of the elevator car. He had my leg so far up that my skirt was pulled back and I could see the darker part of my pantyhose. It was so hot that I actually moaned at the sight.