His Special Fetish

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His Special Fetish
I discovered my husband’s secret fetish while I was doing a bit of cleaning. Way down in the back of his closet were magazines. The pages were full of pictures of women. What struck me was that none of the women were naked, they all wore silk and satin while showing their stocking tops and lingerie. Judging by the way some of the pages were stuck together, these images certainly made him horny. I have to admit that the thought of him masturbating while looking at these pictures made me pretty hot as well. Now I knew why he rarely made love to me. I decided to do something about it, after all, maybe he’d prefer to masturbate on the real thing.

That day I did a bit of shopping, had a long bath and prepared to dress before he arrived. I slipped my narrow black suspender belt around my waist and fastened it. I unfurled my stockings and carefully rolled them on until my legs were encased in sheer black seamed nylons. I clipped my stockings to my belt until my nylons were pulled taut and they glistened in the light. Then, I stepped into my black satin panties.

The satin whispered on my nylons as I pulled them up. I stood and looked at the blouse I had laid on the bed. It had long cuffed sleeves and a pretty little collar and it was very, very shiny. I ran my finger over the blouse, the thin material felt so güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri smooth to touch. I picked up the blouse and slid my arms into the sleeves and buttoned it up. Finally, I put on my short black skirt and black strappy heels. As I made final adjustments to my black shoulder length hair I heard David’s car pull up outside. A quick check to make sure my seams were straight and I waited for him.

I sat on the end of the bed as I heard him enter the house.

“David, could you come up here, please?” I heard him mumbling as he climbed the stairs. He stopped in his tracks when he opened the door and saw me. I’m not sure if it was my outfit or because I was reading one of his magazines.

“David, how did these pages get stuck together?” I asked.

“I, I, can explain. They’re not mine, I’m minding….”

“Don’t worry, David, I`m not complaining. In fact, the thought of you with these magazines excites me. Sit here with me.” He sat beside me on the bed. “Now, about these sticky pages.”

“I couldn’t help it,” he said.

“Take off your clothes, David.” I watched as he stripped naked. When he sat down his big cock was standing to attention.

“Why couldn’t you help yourself?” His embarrassment caused his cock to deflate. “Was it their clothes that made you so horny?” He nodded. I slowly uncrossed youwin güvenilir mi my legs and re-crossed them. The room was filled with the sound of my swishing nylons. His cock twitched. “Do you like my nylons? Would you like to see them properly?” He nodded again. I stood up and let my skirt slide slowly to the floor. “Is this how a lady should dress, David? Wearing a pretty shiny blouse and nylons and lingerie?”

“Oh please, yes.” His cock was rigid.

“Anything in particular that you like? My nylons?” I rubbed my stockings together making that delicious swishing noise again. His cock twitched. “Mmm, maybe it’s my panties and slips and corsets?”

“I love panties and slips,” he said, his cock twitching madly again.

“But, I think there’s something you like better than all of those, isn’t there David?” His cock was enormous and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it. I ran my hands over the sleeves of my blouse and under my collar. My nipples were poking through my blouse and I began to tease and rub them. The thin shiny material rustled under my touch.

“Tell me what you really, really like, David” I could feel my juices dampening my panties. I squeezed and kneaded my breasts. “Tell me, David.”

He moaned loudly. “Your blouse, I want to, I, your blouse.” Some precum dribbled out and rolled down perabet the long length of his cock. I knelt before him and lightly let the cuff of my blouse touch his cock. The clear liquid wet my cuff. He moaned again.

“Feel my blouse, I’m wearing it just for you.” His fingers lightly ran over my sleeves. He fixed my little collar so it was sitting properly.

“You want my blouse to look pretty, don’t you?” I stroked his hard cock gently. “You want it to look pretty before you make a big mess on it.” More precum oozed out and my hand moved faster over his slippery cock. I knelt between his legs and let the tip of his erection brush against my blouse. His cock was throbbing and I knew he wouldn’t last much longer. I rubbed his balls with the end of my blouse and pressed his cock against the smooth shiny material. David’s hips bucked as he tried to fuck my blouse. His hands were all over my satin clad back.

“You want so much to let it all out, don’t you David? But there’s one thing you need, isn’t there? One thing to make it alright.” I smiled as I looked at him trying so hard not to explode.

“Cum on my blouse. Spurt your hot cum on my shiny satin blouse.” Thick wads of cum sprayed from David’s cock and splashed on the front of my blouse. His seed streamed out hitting my chin and my collar. He grunted loudly as his cock spurted again and again until finally his orgasm subsided. I rubbed his softening cock in the sticky mess he’d made and I watched as his cum rolled slowly down my blouse. My nipples were poking through the soaking material and it was then that I noticed my panties were as wet as my blouse.

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