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I love the feel of the stockings on my legs. The elegant theatre of rolling the nylon and placing over my toes and then slowly stretching and smoothing them up my legs. The detail of clipping over the suspenders and then slipping my feet into the high heels. I like to stand in front of the Crossdress pantyhose stories mirror and let my eyes slowly rise from the black patent heels over the slight wrinkle of nylon on my instep, up my legs to the band of the stocking tops.

I froze, Mary froze. I heard her car start as I was still fixed to the spot in the bedroom. Did she already suspect? Was that why she must have turned back from the trip to her sisters' only 15 minutes after leaving? So many thoughts whirled around my head. Mary used to wear stockings and heels all the time before we got married. Then she would wear them for special occasions and into the bedroom. But the last year Our sex life had gotten stale and neither of us was really trying.

But I loved the stockings and heels. So much, I had taken to wearing them myself, just to feel the delicious pleasure on my skin. I would parade around the bedroom and then relax on the bed and masturbate until I was ready to come. My mind would be filled with images of Mary and others. Mary, my beautiful and still sexy wife. She is 5'9" tall, only 1" shorter than me. When she wore heels, rarely, she became my 'better' - my wife that I treasured.

I would then stand in front of the mirror and spurt into my hands.

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And, don't judge me for this, I would then lick my fingers and palms clean of spunk. I felt dirty but satisfied. Mary kept her figure slim and dressed well. Her job at the property company bringing her into contact with a lot of men and she sometimes used her figure and beautiful eyes and mouth to good advantage. Her wardrobe for work was skirts that came to the knee, high heels and tight silk blouses.

Mary was earning well but the talk over the last year was of taking a career break to start a family. My job at the bank was going well also, but I wanted to wait about 5 more years until all of the loans and debts were cleared before we upgraded the Crossdress pantyhose stories and moved to a house capable of supporting a family on one income.

Nick, always the practical one. I know Mary was frustrated by my insistence on waiting to start a family. Julie, her sister, was 2 years younger and already had two lovely. But I knew Crossdress pantyhose stories toll it had taken on Julie and Mike's finances and also on Julie's figure. So here I was. Indulging my fetish because my wife had stopped doing so. And now I was going to pay the price. She didn't say more than cursory instructions and comments all through the weekend. On Monday we both left for work in the normal way. I texted to say how much I still loved her, but she didn't reply.

We both returned home, Mary slight earlier than me as normal. No change. The week dragged by and I decided that if we got to the weekend without a resolution, then I would instigate something - even if that something was an argument. But on Saturday morning Mary was up early and I just caught her long enough for her to tell me that she was spending the day with her sister. I moped around the house. I was so close to having a fetish session with the stockings and heels - but I daren't get caught again.

And I didn't know if her visit to Julie was genuine or was she waiting in the garage or someplace. Instead I took a long bath and a slow wank. I remembered one weekend from a few months before when I went as far as dressing in a pair of Mary's panties, bra stuffed with socks, stockings, suspender belt, heels and also one of her skirts and a blouse. The over-layer clothes were from the wash hamper, just in case. I spent two hours skipping around the house. Mary called about 6pm to say she was on her way back. It was the first 'proper' sentence she had said to me all week.

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When she arrived I thought I would push things forward and greeted her with a glass of wine. She smiled and that evening was lovely. We didn't talk about 'the incident' but things seemed to be getting back to normal. The following Thursday evening I heard some giggling from the study and realised Mary was chatting to her sister Julie on the phone.

When Mary came into the lounge it was as though the weight had been lifted from her. She was chatty and even flirty. We watched a little TV and then she stood, licked my ear, and said she was going for a bath. I turned Crossdress pantyhose stories saw the mischievous look on her face.

I gave her 10 minutes and then went to the bathroom with a glass of wine for her. She thanked me and pulled me to her for a slow, long kiss. We exchanged tongues and she licked my lips.

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She told me to give her about 30 minutes and then wait to be called. After 40 minutes of wondering, I heard "Nicky I started to run but slowed to a relaxed stroll up the stairs to our bedroom. Mary had the lights down low but her reclined form on the bed was all too easy to see.

She wore a babydoll nightie I had bought her a couple of years before. Sheer black, with a fur trim. It was all she wore on top. Mary wore a red waspie my gift that covered her slim waist and the suspenders were attached to red sheer, seamed stockings my gift and her feet were encased in red 5" patent heels my gift.

There was a fragrance of perfume in the room.

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Her fingers slid up her legs and she ran her slim middle finger under the band of her stocking. She then slid her hand to her pussy and I realised she had Crossdress pantyhose stories. She left a small patch above her lips but she saw my eyes and she raised one knee to make my view easier. The light glistened on her wet pussy lips as she stroked her lips and clit hood.

Her palm pushed back on my shoulder. I turned to look and on the dresser was a new pair of stockings, still in the pack, and a black suspender belt. My eyes darted back to hers, almost guiltily. Mary just slowly nodded and said "It's OK. We can try this and see where it goes". Again, I too eagerly skipped off the bed and darted for the stockings. Mary moved on the bed and sat on the end, reclining back a little.

I stood gazing at her legs for a while. She spoke "I suggest you put the suspender belt on first". I turned and took the lacy belt in my hand. I didn't recognise it - I knew all of the items in Mary's underwear drawers and cupboards - was it new?

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It had 6 straps and was very lacy, and also it was 'large'. I slipped the belt around my waist and clipped it together in the front and then slid it around the correct way. I unpacked the stockings and stretched them out. Barely Black, 15 denier, fully fashioned stockings with reinforced heel and a back seam. I rolled the left one and bent over Crossdress pantyhose stories then thought better and sat on the dressing chair.

I then bent and slipped the stocking over my foot, taking care to get the heel sat properly and then slowly started to roll it up my leg. I was in heaven. Mary parted her legs a little and rubbed her hand slowly on the top of her thighs, the nylon lightly 'cracking' as she did so. I now had the stocking up to my thigh and so I stood and started to clip the front when Mary said "no, no, not like that". She stood from the bed and motioned for me to turn a little.

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She took my left hand and guided it around so that my fingers could feel where the seam finished around the back. She then had me turn so that my back was to the mirror and then twist at the waist so that my right hand could grasp the back strap and meet my left hand. She knelt and said "this is the only way to keep the seam straight" and ran her fingers all the way up the back of my leg, sending sparks directly to my already throbbing cock. When the left stocking was in place she slowly slinked back to the bed, sat on the end but more forwards than before. I repeated the process and the right stocking was soon in place.

Yes, I had had plenty of practice, just not with seamed stockings. I now stood in front of her unsure as to what to do. Mary rose and walked in front of me and took my cock in her left hand and ran her right index finger around the slit. It was quickly slick with my juices and she brought her finger to her soft lips and flicked her tongue out and swirled around it. She jerked her head a little to the Crossdress pantyhose stories and down and I followed her gaze and saw a pair of heels had placed next to the mirror.

I needed to grasp the dressing chair to allow me to get the 4" heels on, but I managed it without a problem. As I turned, Mary was already reclining back on the bed. My shame and nervousness getting the better of me. She smiled and slid further up the bed so that she could sit-up more, the pillows supporting her. I started to rub my cock. My eyes roaming over her gorgeous form. She slipped her free hand down her belly and lightly rubbed her fingertips over her lips and clit. That encouraged me to stroke faster and it wasn't until my eyes closed and Mary realised I was getting too excited that she told me to stop.

I went to the dresser to grab a condom and I heard her 'tut'. I turned but she wasn't looking at me. Even though Mary was on the pill, we still used condoms - I felt it was my responsibility to do so. Mary told me lye beside her, on my back. I did so and she Crossdress pantyhose stories into a position kneeling next to me and then straddled my waist.

She smiled and then shifted her hips backwards until my cock pushed against her bum. Mary reached behind and took hold of my cock and directed into to her slit. She adjusted her weight and I slipped inside her with no trouble and Mary let out a low moan. Mary placed her palms on my chest and ground her hips into me. This meant my hand couldn't grasp her breasts so I held her thighs and laced my fingers through her suspender straps.

We fucked that way for about 3 minutes until I knew I was getting close. Mary could sense this too and she let go of my chest and flopped down, adjusting her position and bringing her mouth next to my ear. She never called me Nicky though.

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