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My family and I had just returned from a Caribbean Cruise. Including our family we had over 20 people in our party. Because I indulge my husbands hosiery fetish, I’m encased in sheer silky pantyhose like 24/7. Considering its August, my legs have no color which prevented me from not wearing pantyhose with any of my outfits. My husband was in his glory for I wore pantyhose daily as I dressed for dinner and our night attractions. Everyone in our group besides my husbands cousin Ken were there as couples. Ken’s a real nice guy, attractive in his own right, he has a big heart, but he suffers from his insecurities of jealousy. My husband and I often bring his name up after family functions while we fuck. Why? because his cousin has a little “thing” for me. It’s innocent and my husband knows it. He’s secure in our relationship and is confident in me. On holidays and family gatherings his cousin always finds an opportunity to make his way into the ladies circle, simple gossip and bullshit. At every function I feel him eyeing me, staring at my nylon encased legs, my sexy toes. At times his sly sexual innuendos cause a twinge between my legs. He once went as far as to ask me “how much?” as if I were a call girl, a prostitute, or a hooker. Jokingly. I replied “Too much, more then you could afford!” This questioning came at Thanksgiving. I was wearing an outfit with sheer black tights and thigh high leather boots, dressy casual not slutty for it was a family holiday event. Our first night out, I wore the same outfit I wore down. A simple knit dress, light sweater, sheer suntan pantyhose, and open toe strapy wedges. After dinner back at the room I begged my husband to accompany me to the casino. He argued he was exhausted, went to the safe, gave me some money and told me to have fun. Going by myself does nothing for me, I wanted to go with him. Fuck it! I just took the money from him, he gave me a good luck kiss and I left. While having a smoke, I scoped out a blackjack table to play at. About fifteen minutes in, Ken, my husbands cousin sat down beside me. As he pulled his chair in I swear I felt the back of his hand touch my sheer thigh. I dismissed it and wished him good luck. About my fourth bud light in, I stood up to go pee and I watched him look at my legs as I got up, and walked away. Upon my return the player to his right left which gave Ken the ability to sit sideways, allowing him to watch the table and have a great side view of me. Well about me? Hmmm. I’m forty-two years old, a wife and mother. I’m 5’7″, I have blonde hair with light brown streaks. I’m 135lbs, a 36b, for a mother of more then a handful of kids I look pretty damn good. My best features are my blue eyes, smile, tits, and very shapely legs. I get my share of looks and yes I hear the typical pick up lines. My husband would agree to all the above, but would add that he loves that “I never wear panties under my pantyhose, that I have a full retro hairy bush, that I’m a terrific cock sucker, and that I’m made deep,” deep as in able to take a porn star between my legs. It was getting late, so I figured just a few more hands. My dress rode up and the slit faced Ken as I sat. I felt his eyes focus on me rather then his cards. I decided to call it a night, I ordered one more beer and hoped that my husband was still up for I was feeling quite horny. I said good night to the Dealer and Ken. As I pushed my chair out and stood up, Ken said he was calling Acıbadem escort it quits, and that he was heading up too. We walked to the elevators, as we left the casino, there was very few people around, granted it was late. Ken held the elevator door open for me and pushed the floor we were staying on, he was just a few rooms down the hall from our room. When the elevator door closed it was only he and I, my buzz was kicking in and I would almost guarantee that he caught whiff of my now very wet pussy. If I wore panties they might have helped hide the sexual scent that escaped from between my pantyhose legs, too late. When we arrived at our floor he held the door open then followed me out, I’m sure he got one last look and took a deep breath. We said good night as my room was first. In my head I could only imagine what Ken was going to do now. The thoughts of him stripping off his clothes, grabbing some moisturizer and jerking off to me was both flattering and sexually stimulating. I removed my clothes and slipped into a nitie. (FYI) I sleep in my pantyhose. I like the silky feel on cool sheets under the blankets and I love the added attention my husband gives. It was almost four in the morning and it had been a very long day. I rolled over to kiss my husband. I kissed him passionately and as he awoke his hand went between my legs. “Fuck, your wet,” he said. “I know,” I answered. We continued to kiss and play with each other. “You smell fucking ripe,” my husband said. Getting offensive, I said “It’s been a long day, over 12 hours in these hose, it’s fucking Africa hot and I’ve been fucking craving a fuck all day, so yes I’m very wet and fucking ripe. If you don’t want any, forget it.” I said. As we kissed and cuddled my husband went down on me, tonguing me and licking my clit through my pantyhose yet again proving his love for my ripe taste. I bounced my hips, and fucked his face. As I was ready to cum, I grabbed hold of a pillow and bit down on a corner to muffle out my screams. If the cotton gusset wasn’t wet before? They were so wet now that they formed an instant camel toe against me. My husband came up with a winning grin, kissed me ever so sensually and we fell off to sleep. Almost twenty hours later, in the same pair of pantyhose, I slipped them off to shower and put on my bathing suit. I was surprised that the crotch held up and there were no runs, knock on wood! I brought them to my nose and inhaled. I must confess that the scent of my pussy that was captured in the teeny, tiny crotch panel was potent enough to cause any male to get an instant hard-on, fucking better then any little blue-pill. Today and tomorrow we’re at sea, that normally means a formal night and Captains Dinner. I went through my closet picking out my outfits. I waited for the right time to bring the Ken situation up to my husband and was it really a situation after all! All day by the pool family were around, when we went for lunch Ken was there, so I figured I’d bring it up at dinner. After I showered I put my clothes out and when I walked out into the bedroom, there with his bathing suit pulled down was my husband stroking his cock sniffing my pantyhose. I thought that would be the perfect time to mention to him that Ken was being sly last night and that he made a pass at my thigh. As I told my husband his breathing picked up and truly looked as he was enjoying stroking his cock Kaynarca escort bayan to my telling him of the situation. I said, “Better not get cum on them or I won’t wear them tonight.” my husband paused and handed them to me. By the time my husband came out of the shower I was already dressed. He whistled a “cat call” and it brought a quick shiver up my spine. “Who’s here, my husband asked?” “My Mother and Ken.” I said as I closed the pocket door behind me. When Ken saw me it was obvious that he approved, he witnessed first hand as I slipped my slippery silky foot into my nude open toe sling back heel. I rotated my position, standing on one leg leaning against the wall I ran my manicured fingers along the seam of the sheer toe to adjust before slipping that foot into the other shoe. As soon as I put my foot down he broke the silence by asking, “What time are our reservations?” My husband came out all dapper as usual, quite the level up from his cousin. Taking my hand he led me out saying, “We better go.” Guess I should tell you what I wore. It’s obvious I started off with the same silky sheer suntan pantyhose I wore yesterday, a white pair of high cut white dress shorts, a silky tunic, a sheer bra and the four inch open toe nude sling back heels. I seriously was looking hot! Actually fucking hot. At dinner, my husband rubbed my knee, sneaking the chance to go higher when the opportunity offered itself. The drinks flowed, the food was terrific and the dessert was almost as good as sex. Making our way to the casino after dinner was our goal. We stopped by the outdoor martini bar where I had a few to many and a smoke or two. The deep lounge chair made it difficult to sit ladylike and those lucky to be standing near caught glimpse of my nylon encased thighs. My husband finished his martini and excused himself to visit the rest room, “We better get going.” I said. As I tried to get out of the chair, my heels were slipping and the alcohol was hitting me. “A hand someone?” I asked. Ken offered out with both hands he grabbed my hands and lifted me up. “Thank you.” I said, reaching in and giving Ken a peck on his cheek, what a gentlemen. Grabbing a drink for the walk we headed to the casino. At this point my pussy was starving for some much needed cock and I really could have cared less about playing. Leaning into my husband I licked his earlobe, and hissed how much I needed his cock. We excused ourselves from the rest and headed off to our room. My husband watched as I slowly removed my tunic, unbutton my dress, undid my bra and sat at the edge of the bed to remove my heels. My husband grabbed me by my shoulders pulled me back kissed me, told me how beautiful I was and began to rub my crotch. Sitting up on the bed I slipped my index finger into each of my heels and slipped them off. My husband absolutely loves the scent of sweaty silky nylon feet, honestly the smellier the better for him. Taking my sweaty feet into each of his hands he ran his tongue under the crease of each foot, licked each toe then engulfed them into his warm wet willing mouth. Having my toes licked and sucked through sheer nylon fucking drives me crazy. I get so wet. I squirm, moan, and just want to be totally devoured. When my husband finally got his cock in me, I was in a state of sexual bliss. He’d removed my pantyhose and had them over his head as a mask. When he kissed me the cotton crotch Escort Aydınlı rubbed my upper lip and nose. Inhaling once again my own sexual scent it drove me to think about Ken, how I feel about him being alone, and sexually deprived I’m sure.It was then I gently removed the pantyhose from my husbands head and kissed his open mouth. His face smelled of my pussy. My husband said that, “He was so lucky to have a wife as hot as me, one that wore pantyhose just for him.” After a long passionate kiss, he asked “Any new Ken developments?” After we both enjoyed a laugh, I said that he had helped me out of the deep chair at the martini bar and I kissed him on his cheek. “I bet he was glad I was wearing a skirt.” I said. “He got an eyeful.” “Wear a sexy one tomorrow night, after all it’s the Captains Dinner” my husband said. In my alcohol state, I agreed and played off my husbands thoughts. As my husband was inside of me, he expressed again how lucky he was and that he felt sad for Ken, who only has his hand. “Fuck, he can’t even snag a pair of panties from anyone to sniff,” he said. “I have a idea.” he said. It wasn’t until the very next night that he divulged his plan to me. It was yet another day at sea. I took advantage of a massage, getting my hair done, a manicure and a pedicure. When I arrived back at the room, my husband was already dressed, he looked astounding in his tuxedo, fucking hot. With no time to shower I began pulling clothes out to dress. As I was slipping into the same pair of pantyhose I worn for the past few days when hubby stopped me and gave me another pair. “Are you excited about tonight?” he asked. “You trust me, right?” “With my life,” I said. Once I slipped into the new pair of pantyhose, my husband said the magic wand was plugged in and in the top drawer. “You have a few minutes,” he said as he sat down to watch. “Get them all wet,” he said, “Ken will be getting them tonight.” “What?” I said. “Trust me,” he said. As awkward as I felt, the mental picture of Ken with my pantyhose had me creaming wet. Lost in thought I failed to notice that as I thought deeper, my fingers pushed deeper and I was so wet, I was almost embarrassed for even my husband to have this pair for his pleasure. They were frothy, creamy and wet with my juices, fuck. Just the thought had my juices flowing harder. “Hurry up,” hubby said, waking me from my sexual trance. “And you were against the idea of him getting a pair.” On the way to dinner, my short cocktail dress, long legs, fuck me heels grabbed attention, my husband and I even noticed the Captain taking in the surroundings. As I sauntered through the lobby to the dining room I was much the object of desire, a sexual desire. Feeling such added wetness between my legs, I became flush and felt my breasts swell. Not sure if it was being the sexual object envy of those eye fucking me or the thought that the pantyhose I was wearing will somehow end up with Ken. After dinner we decided to visit our ritual martini bar. My husband excused himself to visit the men’s room. I plopped deep into the lounge chair. I know for sure that Ken caught a glimpse of my dark bush through the sheer nylon as my dress rode up. His position was premeditated as per last nights event. “I’ll have a sex on the beach please.” I said. Ken said, “What’s that? You want to have sex on a beach?” We laughed it off. Besides knowing he caught a glimpse of my nylon encased bush, he’s now making references to me having sex on a beach, his sexual tension is building. The cool ocean air felt refreshing, the martini’s were flowing nicely, and the subdued music made for the perfect relaxing backdrop. I must have had five Martini’s and I was starting to get to that stage where if I didn’t stop, I’d pass out.
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