Your thong or mine

Your thong or mine Your thong or mine

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

There's a hunger inside me, a passion I don't understand, but I need to satisfy it. I'm like a starved beast that's been caged for years and finally I'm about to reveal all. My wife, my sweet, shy, unsuspecting Tina is about to see my secret fetish

Summary

There's a hunger inside me, a passion I don't understand, but I need to satisfy it. I'm like a starved beast that's been caged for years and finally I'm about to reveal all. My wife, my sweet, shy, unsuspecting Tina is about to see my secret fetish

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Submitted: December 25, 2015

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I sighed deeply as I stared down at my bed. My secret lay out on the sheets. She said she was up for adding some spice to our activities, but now I'm having second thoughts. I actually feel sick but that's just nerves. 

I picked up the black stocking and ran my fingers along the sheer material. I can feel it consuming me again, that feeling of inexplicable excitement and thoughts of the night ahead already has the blood pumping south. 

I've always been into this and still to this day can't fully understand why. It could stem back to my childhood. My parents split when I was a kid and my mother lost it a little bit. She struggled to cope bless her and often forgot certain items such as underwear when packing my bag for my weekend visits to my father. So out of embarrassment and to protect her from another ear bashing from my Dad, I used to steal my step sisters knickers and make do. Never did I think that I'd actually enjoy wearing them. 

It wasn't until I was a teenager and got caught trying on my girlfriend's panties that I felt ashamed. She made me feel like a freak and for years I've hidden it. It's my burden and mine alone. My wife of ten years has no idea of my secret fetish. 

Obviously the excitement and the urges never go away. So thanks to the internet I did my research and it turns out that it's pretty common and I'm not secretly in the closet as I'd feared. I just simply love womens underwear. It doesn't limit to just wearing it, I love to study the women around me and guess what they're hiding under those jeans or skirts. The office is the best as it's an abundance of stockings and classy lingerie that makes my cock stiffen at just the image in my brain. 

However nothing, nothing compares to the first time I ever fucked in it. I'm sad to admit that my shame was overpowered by the need to fulfil this hunger inside of me for more, to experience more and I slipped recently. I called up one of those agencies that I'd only ever read about and never dreamed of using and met Holly. She's a beauty as expected and game for whatever my bank balance requested, but i'd pay the national debt to feel as free as I do with her. It's a feeling Like no other, one that would make me a millionaire if I could bottle it and ship it out to the world. 

Anyway the feeling of not being judged was blissful to me. Holly was almost as excited as me as we explored my fascination together. It was mind blowing and after three sessions, I knew I wanted to expand this. I wanted to share it with the woman I love, my darling Tina. So after a talk we both agreed that our sex life needed relighting with that spark. I'm sure she was thinking sex toys, which now I'm thinking was probably a good starting point, but I'm too desperate to reveal this part of me. All in the hope that she will accept it and maybe embrace it. 

I have kept it simple today. I looked in the mirror feeling nothing but excited and it showed. My erection is already forming through the French knickers. The soft lace a little wet from the splotches of precum oozing out. I've got a good body. I can admit that as I work hard for it. I can't help but chuckle at my reflection though as the top half is just a toned guy with a tattoo sleeve that extends all the way to my chest. I love my ink. It's probably my only normal addiction. But then the bottom half is what makes the excitement pulse through me. The black stockings with lace at the top, the suspenders that compliment my slender legs. Just thinking about what I'm gonna do to Tina in this has me almost shaking with exhilaration. Fuck the possibilities of this are killing me! 

"What the.....holy shit!" Tina burst in and looks the picture of shock before she creased up laughing. I knew she would. Obviously this looks like a joke. Especially since she has just walked in wearing a treat of her own. My wife wrapped in a leather corset with matching thong. She looks delicious and it takes everything for me not to jump her right there. But I have to figure this out first. She has to understand me. 

"You look fucking stunning Tina, really fucking hot babe!" I complimented her as I eyed those beautiful tits being pushed up to high heaven. All her blonde locks piled on top of her head and I was desperate to pull them but I resisted as she stood in stunned silence. I continued to reel her in. "Tina I know this looks funny, but I really enjoy this and I mean REALLY enjoy it. I like wearing this stuff for me and I'd love to wear it for you. I wanna fuck you so bad it hurts believe me! Can we just try?" 

She said nothing. Stood with those blue eyes just taking it all in. I started to feel the same shame building within me. The fear of her spurning me evident in my brain as the nausea intensifies in my gut. 

I was open mouthed when she smirked. Oh thank the fucking Lord! I let out a huge sigh of relief as she approached and kissed me lightly, grazing her lips with mine before smiling that heart stopping smile. "Don't be so scared babe. Just feel how it makes me feel to see you like this..." She almost whispered as she guided my hand between her legs. The leather feels smooth and I cheekily slipped a digit inside her thong. I let my finger graze her twitching clit and can't believe the wetness waiting for me. I was open mouthed. My turn to be shocked. She likes it, really fucking likes it. My quiet wife, my shy Tina. 

She pulled out my finger and pushed it up to my mouth. Good grief she's never tasted so good. As though her acceptance of me has sweetened up the pot. She walked around me then. Taking her hand and stroking my burning skin and sending shivers down my spine. No one affects me like her. I could have thousands of Holly's but there's only one Tina. 

She stopped in front of me again and smirked with a mischievous glint in her eye that I've never seen before. She then kneeled down coming face to face with my lace covered inches. I watched with baited breath as my dick throbbed. She stared up at me, those eyes shimmering like precious sapphires and started to lick the wet lace. Never taking her eyes from mine in a lock of heated adoration, she licked the lace over and over again making me pant with every feel of her tongue. I could fucking erupt right there. 

"You've never tasted like this before..." She purred unknowingly mirroring my thoughts from earlier. She ran her hands up the sheer of my legs and tweaked the suspenders with her fingers before pulling on them gently. She undid them and kissed the skin beneath making me come Up with goosebumps all over. She rolled down one stocking and looks almost as excited as I feel as she slipped off her leather treat for me. I was too mesmerised to object as I would have loved to unwrap that gift, but I was more interested in What she had planned. 

Watching her naked body had me slobbering. It was like seeing her for the first time all over again. Those beautiful breasts, full and supple. Those heavenly curves, legs that go on for miles and lastly that sweet pussy just begging to be filled. But nothing, nothing could prepare me for what was next. 

She took the stocking and started to push it underneath her tits. Pushing them up as before and then moving it so the sheer material rubbed her hard nipples. I bit my lip as she did hers. Clearly this was doing things to both of us. My cock ached for her as she slipped the stocking between her legs and rubbed. Seeing the mess of nectar on the tops of her thighs as well as on the material almost made me cream right there. She stuck two covered fingers inside her and the material glimmered with her juices. She caressed her boobs with her other free hand making me reach out for her with my own. My wife, my shy Tina. 

She swiped my hand away and smiled again. That devilish grin that I never imagined she could possess. She walked over looking like a cat ready to pounce and pushed the honey covered part of the stocking into my mouth and tied the ends together. I'm gagged and my senses are on overload as is my brain. I can taste her and smell that sweetness that I love and it sends pulses down to my aching cock. I'm gonna fuck this woman raw that's for sure! 

She was on her knees again and in one swift movement she ripped away the lace between my legs. Oh shit! The desire was pumping through me and I'm shaking. So fucking ready for more! She grabbed her thong and held it by my ankles. I couldn't stop the beaming grin beneath my gag as I stepped inside and she pulled it up over the last remaining stocking. What a woman! 

It was tight but fuck it felt good! She slipped out my cock and started to suck the tip clean. All the while stroking me and using the leather to do it. It was magnificent. She flicked her tongue over my snake's eye as it oozed more cream and really picked up the pace of her wank. She then proceeded to guzzle every inch and began the blissful torture with her mouth. I couldn't help but thrust and soon found myself grabbing her hair as I'd pictured earlier. Holding big clumps in both hands, I rammed myself into her mouth and pulled her again and again. My eyes were rolling as I moaned against the gag. Her own moans sending ripples through my cock making my balls tingle. 

I looked down and she's fingering herself as I assault her mouth. My mind was blown and very soon my dick will do the same. But I wanted her, wanted to hear her scream my name as I fucked her in the underwear. It was my ultimate dream. 

I released her before flipping her over and pushing her up against our wardrobes. All of which have mirrored doors. I sucked on her neck as my hand swiped up all of that precious honey between her soaked thighs. I pushed three fingers into her gasping mouth and she sucked hungrily making me groan with desire. I couldn't take anymore then and pushed myself inside her as she crouched against me. I filled her as I pummelled away. The friction from the thong and her tight cunt are milking my cock in a ferocious assault. I cupped both her glorious tits in my hands and took her hard up against the mirror wanting to fill every inch of her. To push those walls and feel the stretch of her and she fucking loves it. The screaming of my name is like sweet music as is the sight of her strumming that clit savagely. Frogging as though she hates it and her moans make me melt. 

I was consumed by the sight of us. The room was lost and we were surrounded by just sweltering lava. That heat that I've been missing for years. She's never looked so breath taking as her body shudders with mine in a dance of heated lust. She tightened around my dick in an overpowering hold and I blew just as she did. A cocktail of cream and honey, a sweetness that knows no limits and I stayed pinned to her until I was flaccid again. 

"You've got no idea what this meant to me Tina..." I gushed unable to help myself as the massive relief started to set in. That was the best ever and she only confirms it herself as she beamed breathlessly against me. My secret devil. My wife, my Tina. 


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