The Letter - Part 3 - Sex Stories

The Letter - Part 3

... Of course I was nervous. I was aroused beyond belief. Once in our bedroom I began to loosening the tie I was still wearing. Taking it off I started to undo my shirt buttons. “No, keep it on. I want to fuck a man, well, on the top half at least,” she grinned. “Here.” She tossed a soft package at me. Stockings; extra-large hold-ups in my favourite silky, black mesh. I gazed at her in wonderment. “Go on, put them on,” she nodded, “unless you’d prefer not to?” Not wear them? Was she mad? Jess had never bought nylons for me before. “Thanks Jess,” I uttered, quite taken aback. “You’ll keep yours on too, won’t you?” I asked as Jess began removing her clothing. “Oh yes, but only them.” “Oh Jess.” My heart pounded as I watched my luscious wife remove her blouse, undoing it slowly and slipping it off. Her skirt and thong came next, joining the blouse on the floor. She removed her bra last, rubbing her breasts where the underwires had dug in. Her nipples stood proud and inviting. “Let me suck you,” I begged longing to taste her salty skin. “Wait,” she urged, “I want to insert my cock first.” Now that was a surreal sentence, one I wouldn’t forget in a while! Lying back on the pillows I carefully slid my new stockings over my muscular legs. The elasticated tops gripped my thighs, the wide, lacy tops feeling divine against my skin. I ran my fingers lightly over my nylon clad legs before cautiously allowed myself a few hard strokes of my now dangerously swollen penis. Jess watched me with ...

... an approving look. “Cock time,” she smiled, her eyes alight. Retrieving her new toy from her bedside cabinet, she waved it at me before carefully inserting the shorter, bulbous end into her vagina. She was still wet so it slid in easily. Jess giggled as she shuffled across the bed towards me. The purple cock stuck out from her groin, gripped in place by pelvic muscles I knew to be strong. “Takes a bit of practice to keep it in!” she tittered. It looked tricky, but Jess was managing beautifully. “Now you may suck my nipples,” she breathed as she hovered over me, her rubber cock brushing against my own hardened manhood. How bizarre. I sucked at my wife’s nipples, as I had done a thousand times before but never had it felt like that. Her cock grazed against mine and as it did so Jess groaned. “It keeps pressing my g-spot,” she murmured as she relished the sensations within her body and the swirling rasps of my tongue on her sensitive nipples. “I need to fuck you,” she groaned. “I’m desperate to.” I hesitated. I stroked her rubber cock and jiggled it a bit, making her moan with renewed longing. The rubber was warm to the touch and had far more flexibility than I’d expected, but it was still a solid piece of rubber, both long and fat. I had my doubts about taking that inside me. I’d never been penetrated with anything nearly so large. “I’ll be gentle,” Jess assured me, her emerald green eyes reading my expression. “Lube?” I enquired nervously. “Of course. Now turn over and relax. ...