another one from hubby

another one from hubbyChapter 1, How it All BeganI love my wife, Bethany, so much. She is a plain looking woman and some would say she isn’t very attractive, but she is very, very sexy. She is quite tall, has short black hair and blue eyes, and she has the sexiest bottom I have ever seen.I love her style as she always wears skirts or dresses, and never wears pants, and she always wears sexy shoes. She also always wears nylons; mostly tights, but sometimes she will wear stockings just for me. She’s a real woman.I love her as much today after six years of marriage as I did when I first laid eyes on her gorgeous arse. I would do anything for her, and I really don’t mind that she is the boss in our relationship as the sex is phenomenal.My fetish, or kink, or addiction, are nylons. I love to see Bethany’s long shapely legs in her tights or stockings, but when I see her lovely bottom in her tan tights stretched over white knickers, with the tights’ seam bisecting her arse, I get so excited I almost lose it every time.My favourite lovemaking is when she leaves her underwear on when we have sex. It’s great making love with her when we are naked, but there’s just something so thrilling when she keeps her stockings and suspenders on. I get to feel the sheer nylon rubbing against my naked skin and the excitement just builds and builds until I empty myself, drained and satisfied. To me, the most amazing thing is that Bethany seems to enjoy it as much as I do, if not even more so. She seems to revel in the fact that I get so turned on by her, and can’t get enough of her sexy body in her sexy stockings.I remember the first time I asked her to leave her underwear on when we had sex. We had been married several years and had been out for a meal to celebrate my Birthday, and when we got home Bethany wanted to make love. I got straight into bed, but Bethany did a slow sexy striptease down to her underwear.She was wearing a black satin and lace cami-suspender with four suspenders straps which held up black stockings, with a pair of matching black satin panties. Bethany was going to take these off, but I plucked up the courage to ask her to keep them on. I don’t know if it was because it was my Birthday or if it was the drink that was talking, but slightly embarrassed I asked anyway.She smiled at me and asked “Really?” I blushed and nodded and she got into bed with her black satin lingerie on, and quite simply up to that day I had the best fuck of my life.When I entered her I had pulled the satin panties aside, but when we were screwing something happened to them and they ended up rubbing against my balls, it was almost like I was wearing them as well. With the satin rubbing against my balls, her nylon stockings rubbing against my legs and body, and the feel of her satin cami-suspender, I wanted the wonderful feelings to last forever.I think Bethany noticed how much I enjoyed the feeling of her lingerie, and she stored that knowledge away for use at a later date. Over the next year Bethany would occasionally keep her underwear on when we had sex. Sometimes the underwear was white, sometimes it was black. The colour of her stockings would change with either black, white grey or tan sheer nylon. But whatever colour, and whatever nylons, the sex was always fantastic. Then it was my Birthday once again and Bethany sent me a suggestive text telling me that she had abandoned her plans for a meal out, and that she had something very special in store for me. She told me though that she had no stockings to wear as she had laddered them all, and that if I wanted a special Birthday present I needed to buy a pair of stockings in my favourite colour.I had bought stockings and tights before for Bethany but I hated doing so. I always felt like the checkout assistants were secretly laughing at me as if I was buying them for myself. But as I was addicted to nylon it was a small price to pay to see my beautiful wife looking so sexy.So, after work anadolu yakası escort I stopped at the local shops in order to buy Bethany her stockings, eager to get home to see what she had planned for my special day. I chose a pair of plain sheer tan stockings that were a colour called “honey”. By the time I got to the counter to pay for them I was concentrating so much on the swelling hardness in my pants that I didn’t even notice the knowing smirk the checkout girl was giving me.When I arrived home Bethany was nowhere to be seen, but almost immediately I received a text telling me to go to the bathroom and follow the instructions she had left for me in a note I would find in the bathroom cabinet.This was a new turn of events so I hurried upstairs feeling rather excited and eager to comply with my wife’s instructions. I found the note in the cabinet which was underneath a large tube of cream, but I couldn’t believe what Bethany was asking me to do.In the note Bethany told me to take the large tube and apply the cream all over my body, and then to leave it for about six minutes. Then I was to take a shower in order to remove all the hair from my body. Once I had showered I was to take a razor and remove any leftover hair I could find, and then I was instructed to have a shave. When this was done, and I had dried myself off, I was to bring Bethany her stockings as she was waiting for me in our bedroom.I wasn’t sure about this but I thought, “What the hell, Bethany is the boss, and if this is what she wants this is what I’ll have to do for her.” Quickly I applied the cream and then showered and shaved and removed any excess hair that remained.After drying myself off I was getting more and more excited so I hurriedly joined Bethany in the bedroom. When I opened the bedroom door she was standing by the bed hands on her hips and her legs open. She smiled at me and said, “You look sexy darling. I had a shave too.”That’s when I noticed she had shaved all her pubic hair off, and that’s when she noticed I was harder than I had ever been before.Bethany said, “Happy Birthday, darling.”She walked over to me, put her arms around my neck and gave me a passionate French kiss. The feeling of our hairless bodies rubbing against each other was almost orgasmic, and a small amount of pre-cum leaked from my hardness onto her tummy.“Slow down, darling. I’m not going to let you cum for several hours.”“Oh, Bethany, I love you.”“I love you too. Have you got my stockings?”“Yes, they’re here.” I stammered as I held out the packet of stockings, transfixed by her curvaceous smooth body.She didn’t immediately take the stockings but said, “Would you help me put them on?”I just nodded and couldn’t keep the stupid grin off my face. “It will be my pleasure Bethany.”“Mistress.” She replied, “You must call me Mistress from now on, understood?”“Yes Mistress.”“And you are now my nylons slave.”“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.”“Enough talking nylons slave, you can thank me properly later.” Bethany had a wicked smile when she said this, and I knew she had something extra special planned for me.Pointing at the bed she said “You can start with the suspender belt.”Bethany had already decided upon the lingerie she was going to wear, and I picked up the plain white six strap suspender belt from the bed. Walking behind her I fastened the belt around her waist. I couldn’t stop my hardness from brushing against her and the intense feeling was driving me insane. I had to make love to her soon or I was going to have a major accident, I was so turned on.Then, as Bethany raised one foot and then the other, I took the stockings from the packet and proceeded to roll them slowly up her legs so they didn’t ladder. Being very careful and taking my time, I attached each one carefully to the suspender straps, and then I ran my hands up her smooth hairless legs to make sure there weren’t any wrinkles in the tan ataşehir escort stockings.The sensation of sheer nylon on her skin was indescribable, and I spent what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a couple of minutes running my hands up and down her nylon sheathed legs. I was in nylon heaven and I knew from this moment on I would always be her obedient and willing nylons slave. It was my destiny.Suddenly I realised Bethany was talking to me, “Enjoying yourself, darling?”“Yes Mistress, I’m sorry Mistress, It’s just that…” but before I could finish the sentence she moved away from my roving hands and got onto the bed. She lay with her head on the pillows and opened her legs, saying.“You’ve had your fun, now it’s my turn. Eat me.”I didn’t need a second invitation and almost jumped onto the bed between her legs while I got to work worshipping her pussy. I licked her, I sucked her, I wanked her. I ran her clitty between my lips and sucked her until she had several minor orgasms. Then I kept on licking and sucking and kissing her until she covered my face in her love juice, and she pulled me into her arms in overwhelming shuddering ecstasy.“Fucking hell, slave. You’ve earned yourself a bonus reward, but first I want some more.” Bethany gasped as she pushed my head back down her body to eat her soaking pussy once again.I couldn’t believe this, Bethany had always been great in bed, but this was something else entirely. I didn’t think I could get any more turned on, or get any harder, I was wrong.I began kissing and sucking on her clitty again, but this time I started running my hands over her stockings. By the way she was bucking and trembling it was obvious Bethany was thoroughly enjoying my hands on her nylons as I gave her a tongue fuck. Then her body convulsed in an overwhelming climax and she once again pulled me into her arms as she held onto me for dear life as several small orgasms rippled through her body.“Oh my God, I think you’ve earned an extra special bonus reward. I’m going to keep you as my full-time nylons slave.”“Thank you Mistress, I want this more than anything” I replied.“You’ve been an exceptional slave so it’s reward time for the Birthday boy. Lie on the bed.” Bethany ordered.I did as I was told and lay there expectantly as she took several pairs of tights from her tights drawer. She proceeded to tie my hands together and then stretching them over my hand she tied them to the bed frame. Then she used two pairs of tights to tie my spread-eagled legs to the bed. Bethany then took another pair of tights, made a small lasso in one of the legs and tied it tightly around my sack, then pulling the tights taught she tied my balls to the bed.Finally, she took a pair of nude tights that she had been wearing earlier in the day, and pulled them over my head. I have no idea how I managed not to cum there and then. I really didn’t know I had that amount of self-control. It felt like the slightest touch would send me completely over the edge.Bethany then lay between my outstretched legs, being careful not to pull on the tights that secured my balls, and began to run her honey coloured stocking feet up and down my hairless legs. She was being extremely cautious not to touch my rampant erection which was bobbing and flailing about trying to get any type of purchase, any slight touch in order to gain the release I now so desperately needed.But Bethany was an expert flirt and after years of marriage she knew how to keep me on the edge for hours.The feeling of her nylons was wonderful. I closed my eyes and gave in totally to the intense sensations coursing through my body. I was purring with delight.After quite some time Bethany said, “That’s enough foreplay nylons slave, now it’s time we got serious.” And with that she got up and pulled ever so slightly on the tights around my balls. The sensation caused another small amount of pre-cum to leak out.She then stood up and ümraniye escort unfastened one of the stockings and pulled it down her leg and took it off. Bethany then held the stocking over my erection and ever so lightly she began to brush it against my aching tool. I was trying to raise my hips off the bed in an attempt to get that elusive purchase that would allow me to finally cum, but the pain in my sack from the tights prevented me from being able to achieve this.Bethany kept this up for at least an hour. Because of the frustration I began to lose it. I was pleading and begging for her to allow my release, but she just ignored me, concentrating on the job at hand, brushing the nylon against me, over, and over, and over. I was almost crying and started promising her I would do anything for her if she would only finish me off.Suddenly Bethany stopped and said. “I can’t take much more of this.” She then stood up again and removed her other stocking which she rolled up into a ball. She lifted the tights covering my head, told me to open my mouth, and stuffed the rolled up stocking into my mouth. Pulling the tights back over my head, she tied the two legs around my head so I couldn’t remove the nylon gag.That’s better, isn’t it nylons slave?”All I could do was nod, yes.Bethany put her hand into the stocking she had been teasing me with and pulled it up her arm. Then she began to rub the nylons all over my arms and body, occasionally touching my erection ‘by accident’, and quite deliberately running her hand over my smooth, hairless balls and giving them a gentle squeeze.She seemed to delight in this latest provocation as Bethany kept this latest caressing up until I was crying in soul crushing disappointment as she refused to make me orgasm. She could see the frustration was building to an intolerable level but this just amused her.Eventually she stopped and I thought, “This is it, she’s going to make me cum now.” But I was wrong. Bethany was having too much fun.She bent down and put the head of my tool into her mouth for just a second or two. She had a tiny orgasm and came on my leg. She took the stocking from her hand and placed it over my bulging erection.I couldn’t believe the feeling of the smooth nylon on my exposed head. It was so sensitive I knew that she’d make me release my load at any moment, no matter how hard she tried not to. It was inevitable.I was wrong again. Bethany had turned into an expert mastabatrix and kept slowly rubbing and caressing me until I was about to empty all my frustrations into her nylon stocking, then she would stop, keeping me on the edge until the near orgasm subsided. After this she began the slow, maddening wank again, only stopping when she sensed my approaching climax, again and again, and again. After several hours of this exquisite torment Bethany told me, “You’ve been very patient, and I’ve been such a terrible tease, would you like to cum darling?”I nodded enthusiastically, and tried to say, “Yes please Mistress, pretty please Mistress.” But all Bethany heard was me mumbling into the nylon gag.“Very well, but I’m not sure you deserve it, I think you need to do something special for me, don’t you?”I nodded even more enthusiastically than before. “That’s settled then. If you do something special for me, I’ll consider making you cum.”I nodded for a third time. Thank the gods this was going to be over soon.Bethany got off the bed and began to untie me. She released the gag and took the tights off my head, untied my arms and legs and freed my balls from the bed.“Stand in the corner, and no playing with yourself.” Bethany ordered.I did as I was told and bowed my head as well, staring at the floor.She was going through her lingerie and tights draw looking for something.“Look at me.” She ordered again.I raised my head and looked at her. I couldn’t believe what she was holding. It felt as if my erection suddenly grew even harder, if that was possible.Bethany held up her black satin and lace cami-suspender with matching panties, and a pair of sheer black stockings and said, “Now nylons slave put these on, after all, you’ve practically worn them before haven’t you, Sophie?”All I could do was nod and say, “Yes Mistress.”And that’s how my life as Bethany’s sissy nylons slave began.