FREE SEX LETTER

	SEEING HER IN STOCKINGS TURNS ON HER HUSBAND LIKE NOTHING ELSE One night, my husband, Mark, and I went to an adult bookstore to pick up a few magazines. Just looking at them was a turn-on for us both, and I learned that he has a real thing for pantyhose, which I've never worn. When we looked at pictures of girls in stockings I saw Mark's eyes get bigger, and he admitted that the thought of licking my pussy through nylon hose excited him. I could also see the appeal, so I decided to make it happen. I went shopping the next day and bought the sheerest black pantyhose I could find. The next morning, I put them on under a skirt without panties, marveling at how silky they felt as I peeled them up my legs. My lack of panties meant that I felt the nylon against my flesh all day, and that got me really wet, as did knowing that my juices were soaking right through the flimsy material. I got so aroused knowing that the sheer fabric would be redolent with my musky scent, and I wondered what Mark would think when he got between my thighs. Would he be as turned on as I was? The answer was "yes." His eyes grew wide when he saw my nylon-encased legs, and he just stared as I walked into the living room, sat down opposite him and crossed them so my skirt rode up. "Come over here," I said. "On your knees." When Mark had complied, I slowly uncrossed my legs and opened them wide. He moaned as I pressed my nylon-encased toes to his nose, then grabbed my foot. He began licking my toes, his stubble prickling my sensitive flesh and rasping against the delicate mesh of my stocking. Then, breathing in deeply through his nose, he brushed his lips across my toes before taking them in his mouth and sucking. "Your feet are so beautiful," he told me when he finally stopped. "Worship them," I commanded. "Show me how beautiful you think they are by licking every inch." When I pushed my other foot into his face he switched to that one, licking and sucking until the nylon was slick and shiny. It felt tickly, almost unbearable, as he French-kissed my foot, forcing his tongue between my toes. Then he licked along my arch and laid kisses on my soles. It turned me on to see him there on his knees-I felt like a goddess before him as he lavished his affection upon me. He caressed and massaged my feet as he kissed his way up my calves, and I raised my legs so he could get closer to my pussy. Next, he licked the backs of my knees through the stockings, working his mouth up my thighs until he found the point where my juices had penetrated furthest. "I can taste you, Tina," he moaned. "Take out your cock," I commanded, and he did. It was already hard, harder than I'd seen it in years, and I hadn't even touched it yet. I put my damp, nylon-covered toes on Mark's shaft and he groaned loudly. "Why have you stopped licking my pantyhose?" I asked, increasing the pressure of my foot on his cock. He returned to lapping my juices from my thighs but by that point, I was starting to get impatient. Grabbing the back of his head, I planted his mouth firmly on my cunt. Mark began sucking on the nylon that stood between my pussy and his probing tongue. "You like that, don't you?" I said. Mark's response was muffled. "Do you want to fuck me now?" "Oh, yes, please," he moaned, trying to stand up, but I stopped him and said, "Not so fast. Get undressed and lie down. You haven't finished eating me." I positioned myself over my husband's face and soon felt his tongue poking through the pantyhose in a desperate effort to reach my cunt. He sucked me through the nylon, and I sighed when he caught my clit between his teeth. Encasing Mark's bulging cock between my stockinged arches, I started giving him a foot job. I pumped his shaft up and down with the insides of my feet and pressed against his balls with my toes. I had never done that before, and the sight of his cock between my feet was so sexy, as were the noises he was making. He was going crazy-the fine mesh of the pantyhose must have felt like nothing he'd ever experienced before. Working my feet over his shaft, I curled my toes and flexed my arches to press at his flesh. His dick looked so good against the black nylon, and soon his balls tightened as he shot a huge load all over my brand-new pantyhose. Mark wasn't the only one getting excited. All that licking had made me hotter than hell, and seeing him get off drove me over the edge. I came then, too, drenching my pantyhose with more of my fragrant juice. I was stunned at how turned on we both were; it was crazy how sexual those sheer black pantyhose had made me feel. And our evening was far from over. Mark was hard again almost immediately. Climbing on top of me, he pulled my pantyhose down to my knees, thrust his cock into my cunt and began pumping. Being fucked like that by my husband felt so good that I moaned in disappointment when he suddenly pulled out. However, all he did was switch positions. He put my legs up over his shoulders so that he could feel my nylon-clad legs against his skin, and I squeezed my inner muscles to grip him even harder. I don't know when I started to come, but I just couldn't stop. I bucked up to meet Mark's thrusts and it was as if we were moving as one. He massaged my stockinged calf with one hand and cupped my fleshy asscheek with the other, squeezing hard. Then, using some of the moisture from my cunt as lubrication, he wormed his finger into my asshole, soon slipping it in up to his knuckle. I yelled for him to fuck me harder, so he pulled out, flipped me over and told me to get on my knees. I did and pushed my ass toward him, desperate to get his thick cock back inside me. "Fuck me," I begged, and Mark slid his prick back into my cunt. He began slamming into me, gripping my hips and squeezing hard. As he moved in and out of my clutching hole, I pushed back at him so that he could thrust in as deep as was physically possible. It felt so good as my husband impaled me with his dick, his hands grasping at my hips as I clawed helplessly at the floor. When he pulled out I knew that he was trying to make it last as long as possible, so I pushed him onto his back and sat on his face. He licked my pussy until I came, and then I leaned over, took his cock between my lips and sucked off my salty juices. I deep-throated Mark for a while, then it was time to be fucked again. Turning around to face him, I held his dick steady and lowered myself onto him until my ass was resting on his balls. His cock felt swollen and huge inside me, and I could feel it jerking before I'd even started to move. Stripping off my blouse, I unhooked my bra and Mark rose to bury his face in my breasts, sucking and licking at them. As I began moving up and down, I savored the attention he was giving my tits. Then I gasped when he took a nipple between his teeth and rolled it around with his tongue. I hugged him closer to my chest as he nipped and nibbled, unable to do anything but moan and keep rocking on his dick. Then the gentle fucking wasn't enough; I needed to be fucked senseless again. I began riding him as hard as I could, slapping my cunt against his pelvic bone and digging my fingers into his pecs. "You need it hard, don't you?" he asked, and then lifted me off him before I had a chance to agree. He pulled one stocking leg off my foot and then spread my legs as wide as possible before sinking his dick back into my sopping hole. "Yes!" I cried so loudly that it was almost a scream. I had never felt so completely full, so animal-like in my needs and desires. Mark fucked me relentlessly, hard and fast, and I never wanted it to stop. "I can't hold back much longer," he warned, and I squeezed him tight with my pussy muscles to give him the go-ahead. A second later, I felt Mark's cock swell inside the tight confines of my cunt. Then he gripped me even harder and gave an almighty yell as he shot his load deep inside me. I collapsed onto the floor as his hot cream filled my body, those seductive black pantyhose now ripped and ruined but still attached to one of my feet. Then I sucked the traces of our sex off his softening cock until he was completely clean. "You should dress like that more often," Mark said, sighing deep as he stroked my mussed hair. "I intend to," I told him as I peeled off the damp pantyhose. The next morning, I put them in Mark's pocket so that he would find them while he was at work and be reminded of what a kinky night we'd had together. When he called me at lunchtime, I got him off again by describing what had happened in graphic detail. Now that I know what really turns on my husband, I have a drawer full of pantyhose in every color, texture and denier. Whenever I wear a pair to work, I can barely get anything done because I'm too busy imagining what Mark is going to do to me when I get home. Now, indulging his sexy fantasies-and mine-has become my new favorite hobby. --Ms. Tina G., Madison, Wisconsin - JOIN NOW FOR MORE LETTERS LIKE THIS! -

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