The Letter - Part 2 - Sex Stories

The Letter - Part 2

... one of the stockings and fingered the thin material. It was new and unused, all the stockings were. The tights weren’t. The crotch was stained and had obviously seen some action. I held them to the light, examining them. They weren’t mine. That worried me. Rob obviously liked my used underwear but whose were these? “Oh my God…” Panic swept through me. Did these belong to a mistress? Was he confessing to an affair? No, Robert wouldn’t cheat. I chastised my own silliness; it had to be something else. Holding the tights to my nose I sniffed the crotch. A musky male odour assaulted my nostrils. Wait a minute…extra-large tights that smelled of Robert... “Holy Shit - they’re his!” I burst out laughing as I pictured Robert, my beefy six-foot-two husband, jacking off whilst wearing sweaty nylon tights. The image was ridiculous. Oh fuck, poor Rob! How the hell was I going to be able to participate in his nylon fetish fantasies without getting the giggles? Calming down, I re-examined the stockings. Unused. Why? Rob’s letter had asked me to let my imagination fly so what were these - props? Should I wear them, they’d look good on me? No…they were restraints. An excited shiver ran down my spine; he wanted me to tie him to the bed with them, didn’t he? Why else would there be four? I suddenly realised my cunt was pulsating, aroused by the thought of incapacitating Rob then doing as I pleased with him. Oh, a spasm - I must like that idea a lot. I’d tied Rob to the bed before but always ...

... loosely and never using stockings. Not this time. Dearest Robert was in for the surprise of his life; he was about to be thoroughly dominated. Scuffling in the doorway interrupted my thoughts. I turned to find Rob leaning on the doorframe, watching me pensively. “Well? Are you repulsed?” His blue eyes locked with mine and I was about to reassure him when a devilish idea stopped me. Rising to my feet, the nylons in my hands, I glared at him without speaking. Poor Rob’s face blanched. “I’ll take that as…” “Strip!” I ordered, interrupting him. I did my best to sound stern but I wasn’t very convincing and the corners of Rob’s mouth turned upwards. “No!” I barked. “I didn’t say stand there and smirk, I said strip - NOW!” With an excited twinkle in his eye my gorgeous, handsome, husband pulled off his tie and began undoing buttons. As his shirt came off my eyes wandered over his torso drinking in the smooth flesh and prominent muscles. Eyes travelling downwards, I admired the front of his trousers which bulged with the tell-tale signs of an advanced erection. “Jess, I…” “Quiet!” I screeched getting into the part. Rob pursed his lips and continued to peel off his clothing in silence. He unzipped his trousers releasing that swollen cock. Lovely. “Come here,” I said in softer tones. Rob sat down expectantly. Taking his cock in my hands I began stroking, running both hands slowly along the firm shaft and teasing the swollen head. Time for action . Getting back into character I thrust the ...