Spice Up Your Life With Pantyhose And Nylons

My wife and I are both in our 40s and in the past five years it feels like our sex life, and our marriage with it, has been dying a slow death. At first the frequency of our sexual interludes slowed down but then, over time, we stopped doing almost anything together. We used to go to the movies all the time, or out to dinner, for walks in the park, etc. As our sex life continued its downward slide we stopped do anything together, so much so that by our 20th anniversary, which was just six months ago, we didn’t even want to go on vacation with each other. Each year we’ve been married we’ve gone on vacation for our anniversary, it’s a nice tradition that we have. This year we skipped it, mostly because neither of us had any interest in a full week with the other.

Not too long after this development I decided it was time to fix things. I was sick of being in a dying marriage and I set out to do something about it. The first thing I did was hit the internet for information on how you can fix this sort of thing. I looked up a few books that were supposed to be helpful and ordered them from Amazon. After that I spent the next few days consulting marriage websites, posting on message boards, and reading anything I could. After the books arrived I devoured them, soaking up all the knowledge I could so I would be better able to come up with a solution. After a weeks worth of intensive studying I came to the conclusion that my wife and I were no longer to communicate on an intimate level and at the heart of the issue was our sex life. If we could manage to bring it back to a healthy level I was convinced that we would be able to get our marriage to blossom again.

After my revelation I set out to make this transformation happen. Again, the first place I consulted was the internet. I embarked on a long journey through the world of internet porn, stopping along the way to see pornstars, big boob babes, Milfs, trannys, and much more. When came upon your site, Pantyhose Hunter, I realized I had found my answer. I browsed the site for an hour or so, exciting myself with the content and working up the courage to tell Francine all about my master plan for fixing our sex life. Although, I was pretty confident she would go along with it; we had a little bit of prior experience with pantyhose.

Once, it must be ten years ago now, Francine had left on a pair of her work pantyhose when we made love. I had jumped her as soon as she got home and she hadn’t been able to take them off. As soon as she came in the door that day I was on her, pushing her up against a wall and kissing her passionately. My hands immediately unzipped her skirt and pushed it to the floor. I didn’t even bother taking her shirt off. I just ripped a hole in her pantyhose and pulled her underwear aside so my dick could get access. I lowered her to the floor and pushed myself inside of her, slowly fucking my full length into her waiting pussy. I still remember it as one of the hottest sexual experience we’ve ever had, and I believe Francine remembers it that way too.

With this memory floating around in my head I nervously approached Francine with my idea for revitalizing our marriage. As it turned out she was into the idea and just as eager as I was to restore us to our former sexual heights. We arranged it so she would be wearing a pair of pantyhose, and nothing else, when we went to bed that night.

That night I did some work in the office and then shut the computer down when I heard Francine slide into bed. I quietly made my way into the bedroom and took a brief pit stop in the bathroom to wash up before I joined her in the bed. When I first slid in the bed Francine was lying with her back to me. I had gotten naked before climbing under the sheets and I slid right up behind her, pressing my pelvis against the soft curves of her ass. The softness of the pantyhose felt amazing against my cock and already it was waking up from its slumber.

I leaned my head forward and gently kissed Francine on the shoulder. I continued kissing her, moving from her shoulder to her neck before ending with her ear. Francine always loved it when I nibbled on her ear, and it seemed as though tonight would be no exception. As soon as my lips made contact with her lobe she moaned and reached her hand up to grasp the back of my head, encouraging me to continue with my behavior. I was fully erect at this point and overjoyed that something as simple as a pair of pantyhose had fired me up again.

I reached my hand across Francine’s body and grasped her breast, holding her soft flesh in my hand. Her nipple was rock hard and I rolled it gently between my fingers, luxuriating in the feel. I used my other hand to search out her ass, groping for a handful of flesh with hunger. When I found it her hips jumped, both surprised and excited by my attentions. Our foreplay was turning us both on and I was finding it difficult to restrain myself much longer. My cock was leaking precum and soaking Francine’s pantyhose. I had to have her, and so I took her, just as I had all those years ago. With a deft move I tore a large hole in the crotch of her pantyhose and rolled her onto her back. I rolled on top of her with surprising agility and in moments had my cockhead waiting at the entrance to her wet, glistening pussy. I rubbed my glans up and down her slippery hole, coating myself with lube and teasing her. Then, in a sudden movement, I buried myself inside of her, coming to rest when I had fully penetrated

That night we fucked for hours and we haven’t stopped since. We’re having more sex now than we did fifteen years ago. We log on to your site at least three times a week looking for new ideas to implement in the bedroom. I especially like it when Francine sites on my lap and plays with my cock while we browse the site. That always ends well for me, so thank you very much for that.

Charles & Francine
Chicago, Illinois