Realising Our Fantasies Together

I was stood, looking at myself in the mirror. Maria, my wife, had gone to pick up some groceries and I was left to my own devices, and I had decided to open the package that had come the day before. Two pairs of pantyhose, in different styles and colors, one a velvety purple with intricate web patterns, the other a dark black sheen with stripes running down it. I had always found pantyhose and stocking a huge turn on, and for a good while that was my go-to when ever I was watching porn. I even bought pairs for Maria over the years, and she gratefully wore them, but these were just for me.

My own shameful little secret. I had always wondered what they felt like enveloping my legs, but I had never acted on it, but I decided to try once. I shaved my legs and my groin the previous night, telling Maria I was just getting into good grooming, but what I really wanted to see was how feminine my legs looked in them. It didn’t take long for me to strip down to nothing and place my foot in one of the legs, slowly drawing it up so it was taut over my calf, the web pattern stretching over it. I placed my other leg in doing the same, and slowly started drawing them up over my knees and my thighs, and placing the top of them firmly around my waist above the groin.

Ever since my toes felt the caress of nylon I was sporting the hardest erection I had in months, and I caught a glance of myself in the full length mirror My dick was pointing straight at it, my balls pulled up taut against the shaft, which was springing up and down in excitement, pre-cum leaking from the slit onto the timber floor below, causing little circles which looked like craters on th surface. I couldn’t help but be hypnotized by the sight of my legs in the pantyhose. My legs didn’t look particularly great, but they didn’t look bad either, but it was just the fact it was my legs in pantyhose that had me captivated. I bent down, and started to caress the inside of my thighs, feeling the soft nylon on my legs, my forearm rubbing up against my turgid head, still leaking, the thin dribbles running down my arm, onto my hand and then on to the purple, and all I could do was rub it into the nylon, making the inside of my thighs tingle even more.

I decided to go even further. I had recently discovered the joys of shemale porn, which had fueled my interest in wearing pantyhose, and the sight of their socks cocks sitting on their balls as they were fucked from underneath was all I could get off to the last two months. I had bought the pantyhose wanting to know what they felt like to wear, and they felt wonderful, but I was beginning to wonder in my mind what it was like to be a trans-girl being fucked by a big cock. I turned around to look at my tight ass sitting above the webs of the legs and below the tightness of the garter, exposing it’s whiteness for all to see. It’s tightness was great, and it looked in the pantyhose like an ass I would have loved to fuck. I opened the cheeks with my hands to reveal the tight hole inside, and I bent over double, my hands on my ankles and my head looking through my legs to look at my unguarded asshole. I had also shaved that area and it turned me on how fuckable I looked in that position. I brought one hand up fro my ankle and through the legs, and I started prodding at my asshole, which was tight and wouldn’t give to my probing finger. My pre-cum was leaking even harder, and I decided to take some on the tip of my finger and rub it against my opening. It was bliss, every nerve tingling as I slowly worked the tip of my finger in circles around it, and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning lowly in pleasure. After a minute of doing this, I re-applied more of the fluids to my finger, and after applying them to my ass I started to push with earnest, and after a few pushed the tip shot in. I was shocked by the slight pain and discomfort, but was delirious with the thought I was fingering myself. My eyes were closed the whole time, but I opened them to watch as my finger worked it’s way in and out as the pain and discomfort subsided, and as the pleasure increased my knees started to tremble, and I struggled to hold myself up as I heard the door open and a voice boom through the house.

“Hey honey, I’m back. We’re having chicken and pasta for dinner tonight.”

I started panicking, and pulled my finger which was halfway in out suddenly, causing a load moan to escape from my lips.

“Honey, are you alright?”

I tried to regain my composure quickly as I threw on my underwear and pants over the pantyhose as I threw the other pair and the packaging quikly behind the bed. “Yeah, I’m fine, just stubbed my toe is all. I’ll be down in a minute to help.”

“Okay!” She replied in her ever cheerful voice. I dodged a bullet with that one. I threw on a shirt and a pair of socks to hide the webbed patterns over my feet, and started to rub at the little pre-cum craters with my sole to clean them up, causing little wet streaks on the timber. I looked at myself in the mirror, looking somewhat stricken, and grabbed it by both sides and sighed, waiting for my breathing and heartrate to adjust to normal, before running downstairs.

Marie was standing at the counter unpacking the groceries, the summer shorts she was wearing hugging her ass as I could see her slender tanned legs under them. She was wearing a blouse without a bra, her small tits not showing through too obviously as she looked at me with dark amber eyes, the sunlight shimmering on her raven black hair tied back into a loose ponytail, a strand having fallen loose and hanging right next to her left eye. I was a really lucky man. By any standard she was a beautiful woman, but she was close to my idea of the perfect woman, even her small tits which hung tight against her. A cute button nose, sensuous lips, a great body, and maybe 5 feet and a few inches, but it was those amber eyes which held me in thrall. I had met her soon after graduating college as I started working as a community rep with an up and comer, and I had somehow managed to keep her interested for eight years. The sex was fantastic, and she was willing to do pretty much anything, and there were nights, even eight years later, where we fucked sometimes five times a night. So I really didn’t know why I was doing my own thing with the pantyhose by myself.