I am a little older and have been married to my wife for 23 years. The first 14 years I have concealed my little preference. I have a nylon fetish and have always suppressed it. I did not cheat on my wife and did not live out my secret fetish with her. She knew nothing about it. For her I was a very simple guy without great preferences in the marriage bed.
But then one day it came over me. I wanted to pursue my nylon fetish at least a little bit. My lady has a whole drawer full of nylon stockings, pantyhose and co. I sat down on the bed, opened the drawer and took out a handful of the nylon stuff. Halterless stockings, pantyhose in various styles and all in this lovely delicate fabric. I got a boner and wanted to enjoy it in peace. Just me and the nylons in my hand. There the bedroom door opened!
Caught in nylon madness full
My penis grew and swelled like it hadn't in a long time. I played with the nylons in my hands. Just as I was about to open my pants, my wife came into the room. I could not react at all. I remained sitting frozen, with my back to her. Did she see what I was doing here? Was there anything I could do to talk my way out of it?
No, I couldn't! "Oh, I see you have a secret passion," my wife stated. I literally sank down into myself. I sadly put all the nylons back into the drawer. I was about to close the drawer when my wife pulled out a nylon stocking. She played around with it, stroking my face with the fabric, and asked if I liked the nylons. "Do you like them?" she asked. I hardly dared to look at them. I felt a little ashamed.
But then I saw that she was smiling. It was not an amused smile. She wasn't smiling at me, she was smiling at me. When you've been married for so long, you know your partner. So at least when it comes to certain smiles. It's easy to gauge whether she's smiling at you or laughing at you. With what she now did with me, she surprised me but then quite enormous!
The first common nylon sex
"Oh yes, I like them a lot," I finally answered her question. "Will you put them on for me?", I asked gently, stroking her bare leg. She was wearing a knee-length skirt, but no stockings. She lowered the skirt, put one leg on the bed, and let me watch as she slowly slipped on the classic, black, hold-up stockings.
All she had on was a tight top, a skimpy thong, and the horny nylons. She sat on top of me, looking deep into my eyes. My penis swelled again. After I felt so caught, he hid again. But now it was back again. My wife moved seductively on top of me. My pants were getting too tight, they had to go! No sooner said than done.
Now I sat there with a mega boner and looked at my wife standing in front of me. I stroked and kissed her legs. I pushed the thong aside and let her sit on me again. With rhythmic movements, my penis, taken deep inside her, she brought me to climax almost too quickly.
Exchanged roles
So now my nylon fetish was no longer a secret. I no longer had to hide, pretend and suppress myself. I could revive and experience sex with my lady in a whole new way. She supported my fetish. Yes, she even enjoyed it. After it was now out that I stand on nylons, she first bought properly. Suspender stockings, hold-up stockings, pantyhose with special features ...
We experienced a lot of nylon sex together. Now my lady actually suggested to swap roles. Secretly you had ordered stockings that were slightly larger. So even I could put them on. I had done something like that before, that is, putting on nylons. However, I had never had sex in this way. So now a new experience in nylon fetish was added for me as well.
Hard to believe that this idea came from my great wife. I put on the stockings with feeling. It worked without tearing them. Believe me, it's not that easy. I was wearing nylons and my wife was wearing nothing. And that's how we made love. Uncomplicated, acting out and full of lust. These exchanged roles made us both really hot. We drove it almost like savages, so much we wanted each other.
I get to know pantyhose Ouvert
What there is not everything so. My wife had now bought plenty of nylons of various kinds. Sometimes also a few pantyhose Ouvert, as she informed me. I had not the slightest idea what they were. "Is that a special brand?", I asked her. She smiled mischievously and said, reach under my skirt.
She was wearing a tight wetlook miniskirt. Her long legs shone in a chic pantyhose in overknee style. Somewhat puzzled and perplexed I grabbed her so under the skirt. Almost startled, I pulled my hand back as if automatically. "Crap, I broke the pantyhose right away, I think," I said. She laughed out loud, took my hand and pushed it into her warm center again.
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Slowly I fumbled around, playing with her best feminine bit, and realized that the pantyhose had to be just the way it was. Ouvert is not a brand. By pantyhose Ouvert, is talking about a nylon that is open in the middle. A dream come true, I tell you! When I realized what the nylon was all about, I turned my wife with her back to me.
I pushed her upper body down and rammed my hammer-hard part directly into her. The realization of the Ouvert Nylon had made me so horny that I just wanted to get going. My wife moaned as lustfully as never before.
I once schmoozed. In her drawer are still suspender stockings with labia spreaders ...
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Offenheit bringt einen weiter
Eine schön zu lesende Geschichte. Ich selber habe leider nicht so schöne Erfahrungen gemacht, wenn es um das Verständnis der Ehefrau geht. Meine Exfrau erwischte mich damals auch mit ihren Nylons. Ich war grad dabei fleißig in ihren Nylonstrumpf zu wi***en, als sie mich überraschte. Sie lächelte nicht, sondern beschimpfte mich, fand mich krank und abartig. Sie konnte mich seit dem nicht mehr lieben. Es führte zur Scheidung. Mein Nylonfetisch beendete meine Ehe nach gut 10 Jahren. Inzwischen habe ich eine Partnerin gefunden, die von vornherein von meinem Fetisch wusste. Mit Offenheit kommt man einfach weiter.