My wife in stockings

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My wife is a woman who values the quality of sex, but I didn't notice it at first. My wife
likes to wear stockings and high heels. Usually, she just wears pantyhose and ordinary high heels, but sometimes when she goes out,
she'll change into sexy suspender stockings, etc. I also like stockings, but I've never let my wife satisfy me
because I was afraid she'd laugh at me. But it turns out I was wrong; I gave my best enjoyment to another man.
My wife isn't a very promiscuous woman, but even the most honest woman can have an affair. My wife
used to have the desire but not the courage. Every time she dressed sexily and went out, people would hit on her, but she never
slept with anyone (at least that's what she told me). But later, she met a music producer. My wife
has always wanted to be a singer, so she resolutely took time out of her regular job to practice singing and became
very familiar with the music producer. I've met that man; he's alright. At first, I would sometimes accompany her or pick her up from class, but later, as
company affairs got busy, I stopped paying attention.
Then one day, my wife came home and told me that a music producer had found her a company where she could be a full-time
singer . My wife was overjoyed and busied herself with improving her image every day. She also told me that the music
producer was very good to her and gave her a lot of advice on clothing (including stockings).
My wife knew how important the sexy allure of stockings was to men she was attracted to, so I saw her
no longer just wearing ordinary pantyhose. I once saw her wearing long, sexy stockings with suspenders. Just
then struck. I had to go out of town to deal with a situation at a branch office. I was a little uneasy before I left,
but there was nothing I could do. For two and a half months, I was away, frequently calling my wife. Sometimes she wouldn't answer, saying she was
in the recording studio and couldn't hear me. The rest of the time, her singing career seemed to be doing well.
But she never mentioned the music producer again, which made me increasingly nervous; I felt something was wrong.
Two and a half months later, I returned home without informing my wife. If she had kept her word, she
should have arrived two days late. When I got home, the house was tidy, with some clothes scattered on the bed. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary;
my wife must have been practicing singing or something, since she wasn't answering her phone. It was a Saturday, and my wife often used
weekends to practice singing. She could only practice for a few hours during the week, but on weekends, with no other singers around, she could practice all day. So, with
a relatively calm mindset, I went to the recording studio.
When I was almost there, my wife texted me: "Honey, sorry, I was practicing
and didn't hear you. I'm done practicing and about to go home. I'll call you when I get home." I thought she was already done
, so I wouldn't go in, since I needed to register to enter. I waited at the entrance, but she didn't
come out .
So, I registered and went in anyway. When I got to the top-floor recording studio, I saw that the iron gate
was locked, meaning someone was there, but recording was in progress, and entry was prohibited. But I couldn't
resist , because I felt increasingly uneasy. So I slowly removed the lock, entered the main door, and went to the recording
studio. I slowly pushed open a soundproof door, went inside, walked through a short corridor, and pushed open a second
soundproof door. Before me was the mixing console.
I immediately saw a woman's bag on the sofa; I didn't know if it was my wife's. But
then saw inside the recording studio. Through the large glass, I was horrified to see
a pair of flesh-colored women's stockings hanging on the microphone rack. From my position, I could only see half of the recording studio. So I moved forward,
my heart filled with a frenzied excitement before the shock, preparing to see what was inside. I still held onto a sliver of hope,
but soon I was disappointed. I saw a second pair of stockings—two long stockings scattered on
the music stand. The stockings hanging there exuded a lewd aura, filling the originally serious recording studio with a lascivious
atmosphere. I gritted my teeth, determined to see everything quickly, and in a flash, I stood directly in front of the large
glass window .
I was stunned. I saw a man's back on the edge of the grand piano, his trousers dragging
on the ground. His body was thrusting forward repeatedly. In front of him, a woman was clearly sitting on the piano keys
. The piano was closed, silent, and even through the soundproof glass, I couldn't hear anything. However,
I could see the woman's
legs She wore black pointed-toe stiletto sandals, and her legs were held high on either side of the man's waist,
her calves dangling down, swaying seductively with his thrusts.
The woman's arms were wrapped around the man, but her face was obscured by his body. Clinging to my last
hope , I tried to look left and right, but I still couldn't see her face. Meanwhile, the man was thrusting
very quickly, and the woman often had to frantically struggle to hold onto his shoulders. They were going at it wildly, and I
was starting to feel aroused. Suddenly, the man seemed to reach his climax. He lifted the woman up, and she was
immediately suspended in mid-air. Then, something happened that completely shattered my belief: the woman clung tightly to the man,
her body undulating under his vigorous thrusts. Her long, slender legs, clad in flesh-colored stockings, were wrapped around his waist, and
her high heels were wrapped around his waist.
The woman rested her head on his shoulder, her mouth wide open, her expression lasciviously as she spoke something.
And that was indeed the face I both wanted to avoid but was also aroused by—my wife.
My wife was licking the man's ear wantonly, while he continued to fuck her, simultaneously caressing her
beautiful legs in stockings. Those legs, which had never worn sexy stockings for me, were now being played with by someone else. My
wife, who had always been well-behaved during sex and would thank me after each orgasm, was now endlessly enjoying being
played with and willingly making wanton, provocative movements. She never wore stockings during sex with me,
yet here in the recording studio were two pairs of
stockings she had worn, or perhaps intended for a second penetration.
The recording studio she had mentioned had now become their pleasure room. I wondered how many times they had committed adultery
here , and whether my wife was being taken advantage of because she felt lonely while I was away on business, or
whether she had already been aroused when I told her I was going away. I stared blankly at her as
she continued to be fucked, her movements noticeably faster, her body moving up and down with satisfaction.
She was yelling. I couldn't take it anymore, so I took a few steps forward and pulled open the soundproof door of the recording booth.
Suddenly, lewd words flooded my ears: "Ah, so good, fuck me!" "Harder, touch my stockings, I wore them for you
!"
"Ah, make me feel good, make me feel good!" I only opened the door halfway before I didn't want to open it anymore. I stood
there , continuing to listen to my wife shouting the most lewd and arousing words from her petite mouth, continuing to listen to
the squelching sounds of their genitals colliding, continuing to look at the stockings hanging on the microphone stand (
they were covered in semen, obviously not the first time today). My heart was pounding. I wanted to rush in and beat
that man to a pulp, and I also wanted my wife to make love to me so lewdly. At that moment, my sense of humiliation and sexual
urges were so real that I was at a loss!
Since discovering my wife's infidelity, my life has been
turned . Everything is no longer as simple as it used to be. Although I was furious, we still had feelings for each other, and
this relationship wasn't so easily severed. So, after a long period of strife, we had
to return to our daily lives. However, what had happened had severely distorted our relationship.
A lustful nature was growing within us. Finally, one day, we had a long talk,
fully opening up about the sexual topics we had always avoided. Although I was furious at my wife's betrayal, I
gained , and she gained the same. We even reached an agreement.
I think there will never be pure affection between us again, only pure desire. We both fell into
a life of self-destruction, enjoying it immensely, neither of us having the courage to consider
our future. We started engaging in various sexual games; my wife engaged in various acts of seduction,
while I satisfied myself with this perverse sexual stimulation.
The more she cheated on me with other men, the more excited I became, always managing to give her another orgasm
after . We even went on a trip. One day, my wife and I were strolling down the street.
She was wearing a short skirt and high-heeled sandals. A black bra was visible under her light-colored blouse. She
wasn't wearing underwear , just flesh-colored pearlescent stockings. She walked down the street, leaning against me, her gaze provocatively seductive towards every
man who looked at her.
I knew all of this perfectly well. My wife was undoubtedly getting more and more excited, so at a street corner
near some bushes, she deliberately slashed her leg against a branch. Predictably, her stockings ripped a large hole.
In front of all the passersby, she said she wanted to buy another pair of stockings. So we went to a lingerie store, clearly
the sexy lingerie. Inside, there were all sorts of alluring items. My wife naturally chose a very eye-catching pair of stockings.
She picked a pair of flesh-colored pure nylon stockings with a thin stripe running down the back to the heel—
a typical look for a prostitute in movies. My wife bought them with a slight blush and immediately
changed The shape of the garter belt was visible through her thin skirt, and the top of the stockings was only
slightly higher than the skirt; if she squatted down, the garter belt would be exposed.
My wife excitedly whispered to me, "I'm so nervous." After leaving the lingerie store, we hadn't walked far
when several men approached my wife from behind to look at her; she was incredibly excited. My wife told me to
separate from her and follow her; she was about to make her move. So we turned and went into a shopping mall.
After a quick look around, my wife walked away alone with provocative steps, her high heels clicking on the ground, while I
followed her for about ten meters. My wife didn't walk fast, but she gradually turned into a less crowded area.
I noticed a middle-aged man in a suit follow her inside. I cautiously followed him and saw
him staring intently at my wife's legs. My wife slowly walked into a coffee shop. The man followed her in, and I found
a spot where I could see her perfectly. My wife sat there, drinking her coffee, waiting for the man
to approach her. She seemed quite satisfied with him, and after a while, he initiated a conversation with her. My wife was
very open, her legs not completely closed. Knowing she was easy prey, the man launched his attack, making
lewd jokes and touching her inappropriately. From their actions, I could tell the man was definitely talking to my wife about her
sexy stockings. My wife, without any shame, touched the stockings around her knees. The man and my wife whispered
a few words to each other.
My wife half-heartedly agreed to something. A little while later, the man and my wife left the coffee shop. My
wife stood outside and called me. I didn't answer; this was our secret signal, indicating she was taking the
man to our hotel. I immediately went out and got into a taxi, watching as the man took my wife to another
car .
I arrived at the hotel first and went to the room. I scattered many pairs of my wife's stockings on the bed and chairs,
hoping to excite her. Then, I hid in the bathroom. A moment later, my wife opened the door.
The instant she opened it, the man grabbed her from behind. My wife screamed; her skirt was
lifted, revealing her genitals clad only in stockings. The man was stunned. My wife quickly closed the door,
and the man pinned her against the wall, frantically stroking her thighs from behind…
My wife is 30 this year. We've been married for several years. Our relationship has always been good, but our sex life has never been
smooth.
She never seems to feel anything during sex. I like my wife to dress provocatively during sex, like stockings,
high heels, or boots. She always agrees, saying she knows I like these things and that wearing them makes her
more excited, but she still rarely orgasms. Later, we tried many methods, one of which was watching porn
while having sex.
This method was very effective; we were very engaged. She started asking more often. We both fell into a
stimulating and frenzied sexual activity. Once, while watching porn, I saw a couple on a trip where the wife slept with several men behind
her husband's . I was very aroused, and even fantasized about my wife having sex with other men in the days that followed
.
One time during sex, I suddenly asked my wife if she wanted to sleep with other men, and she quickly reached orgasm. I
felt a little uneasy, but also excited. After a while, things calmed down again, and I decided
to make my wife more sexually active. So I encouraged her to wear short skirts, stockings, and high heels to work. She said she was free on her way to work...
Since it was inconvenient for her to get around, I bought her a car too. I often buy her stockings and very high heels so she
can wear them to work. Gradually, she started to like wearing them. On my birthday, I pulled her into bed and made out with her in the morning
, but we didn't have sex. Seeing her getting excited, I told her, "Wear the
silk stockings I bought you today ." She was embarrassed. I said, "You have to wear them. I want you to wear those stockings,
high heels, and no underwear." She hesitated for a while, but I said it was a birthday present for me. Finally,
she went out wearing them.
I was excited all day. When we got home, she said her colleagues might have noticed she wasn't wearing underwear. I asked her
if she was excited. She didn't answer, but immediately hugged me and frantically asked to have sex. I knew she was hooked.
In the days that followed, I often asked her to wear them. Gradually, she stopped refusing. Even when she had her period, she would just wear
pantyhose with a sanitary napkin underneath. After a while, the excitement faded. Sometimes she would still
ask me to have sex with her, but I always said I was tired. Later, she stopped asking. Finally, one day, she called to say she had to
work late. For the next few days, she worked overtime almost every day, sometimes all night. When I called her, she
would take a long time to answer, saying she was busy, but it was very quiet around her; it didn't seem like many colleagues were around.
I knew I had succeeded; my wife had most likely been sleeping with someone else. Why was I so sure
? Because her pair of pure silk stockings mysteriously disappeared, and she bought several more pairs, still dressing
provocatively. But she no longer made advances towards me. Where did she release such strong desires? Something was definitely wrong.
So I began my plan. I secretly made a copy of her office key. One day, she was sick. I
secretly went to her workplace.
She worked for a government agency. When I got there, I told her colleagues that she had forgotten something. "
I've come to get it." I entered her room without any trouble. It turned out she already had her own room. Strange! I hadn't heard her mention her
promotion . I secretly planted a phone bug.
Then, when no one was around, I opened her drawer. I was ecstatic! I found several
pairs of pure silk stockings in her drawer, including the pair I had given her. I also found a box of condoms, only
two . Seeing these things, I was incredibly excited. I could almost see her
having lewd sex with someone else in this serious office. I couldn't let this go.
I had to see it! A few days later, I went to her office again under a different pretext. This time, I installed a camera—
very small, hard to spot.
This camera really cost me a lot of money.
The next morning, I teased her in bed again. She pretended to be very excited, and I watched… When she came out, she was
actually a little impatient.
I still insisted that she wear stockings and high heels without underwear. She complied, but didn't seem very excited.
An hour later,
I started listening in and monitoring her. I turned on the camera and the bugging device. Just then, she pushed the door open and came in,
right on time. I saw her close her door. She leaned against the door for a while, lost in thought. I don't know what she was thinking,
but then she sat down in a chair and actually lifted her skirt. She reached down to her private parts and slowly touched them a few times. Then, as if
she had made a decision, she picked up the phone. I heard her talking to a man. "Hello, it's me." "What's
wrong? You sound unhappy." "I don't know. I think we shouldn't do it today. My husband wants me
to go home early tonight. I guess he wants me. I'm afraid he'll find out." Heh, slut, you don't want me but you still masturbate. Don't pretend.
"It's okay, just clean yourself up before you go home. I can't hold back anymore." The man said lewdly. "Oh,
okay , then come over." The phone hung up. I saw that my wife seemed very happy. She adjusted her
stockings
and then sat and waited. A few minutes later, a man came in. I looked and saw it was her boss.
An older man, almost 50, so that's what he's like.
After they closed the door, they immediately started kissing. My wife, while still holding the man,
backed towards the table and then sat down on it herself. The man started burying his head in her skirt and kissing her. My wife had a
comfortable expression, and I could hear soft moans. My wife raised her legs, and the man kept stroking her
beautiful stockinged legs. Suddenly, the man leaned close to my wife and asked, "So wet, did you miss me?" My wife
nodded. The man asked again, "What about your husband tonight? Are you still playing around?"
The wife said, "I can't help it, I'll just have to deal with it. Hurry up, don't stop." The man teased my wife, saying, "I
won't hurry, I'll stop anyway. Tonight you're your husband's, I'm going to enjoy you properly. Come on, tell me
why you like having sex with me." The wife said, "Ugh, it's all because you seduced me. The way you look at me is so lewd
." The man asked, "You don't like me looking at you like that?" The wife said, "I like it, of course I like it. When you look at me, I
imagine you're having sex with me!" The man asked, "Admit it, haven't you wanted me to have sex with you for a long time?"
The wife said, "No." The man said, "Really? I haven't been here long and you've been wearing stockings and
high heels , and you don't wear underwear. Aren't you just being horny?" After the man finished speaking, he started licking my wife's nipples. My wife
excitedly said, "My husband made me wear them. Who seduced you? You seduced me. You gave me new
stockings . Isn't that seduction? Hehe." The man said, "Well, you deliberately tore the stockings in my office
to provoke me ." "Tell me, did you want me back then?" the man said, pulling out his penis and rubbing it against my
wife's vulva. My wife excitedly twisted her body and said, "Yes, ah, I wanted to have sex with you
, so I deliberately tore my stockings. I wanted you, come on!" The man then thrust in hard, his penis firmly inserted into my
wife 's vagina.
My wife immediately covered her mouth, but I could still hear her moans. The man continued thrusting, asking repeatedly, "
Slut, do you like doing it in the office?" My wife nodded. The man asked again, "Do you like being seen by
other men, that's why you dress so provocatively? Do you like secretly having sex with other men?" My wife was so excited that she didn't even bother
to nod, covering her mouth with one hand and holding the man's buttocks with the other, pushing him in hard.
Her thighs, clad in stockings, swayed in the air, and her high heels made her look even more lewd. The man asked
, "Was it good? Are you a slut?" His wife finally couldn't hold back any longer. She let go of his hand, wrapped her arms around his neck, and
whispered in his ear, "Yes, ah, yes, I'm a slut. I like wearing stockings for men to see, I like men looking at me
lewdly , and fucking me. Husband, you can't excite me. My stockings and high heels were originally for you."
"Ah, faster!" My wife's moans were soft, but very clear. I was incredibly excited at home.
Meanwhile, the two adulterers were having a passionate affair. I ejaculated quickly. The intense stimulation almost made
me faint—this was exactly what I wanted!
Tonight, when my wife comes home, I'll make her pay!
Last time, I mentioned discovering that my wife had indeed started an affair, just as I'd hoped. She reveled in the extramarital
affair, enjoying wearing stockings and high heels for other men and seducing them. This was exactly what I
wanted , because it was so exciting. Later, I confessed to my wife that the long period without
sex was to encourage her affair. She was also excited, and our sex life reignited. You know, once a woman's
libido is aroused, it's hard to suppress. Soon, she stopped sleeping with her boss, saying
it was n't exciting anymore.
So we decided to move on to step two: going to a new place to find more excitement. Because I'd been discussing these things
online , I met some like-minded friends. We carefully chose a couple whose situation
was similar to ours, and their character seemed fine. We met and chatted a few times soon after. We arranged a time and
set off
for Guangzhou. After a few days of getting to know each other, we decided to begin our crazy stocking-clad sex journey.
The couple seemed quite nice; the man was tall, average-looking but with a great physique,
and seemed approachable. The woman resembled my wife; outwardly dignified, but actually a very promiscuous woman. Within a few days, my
wife was going shopping alone with her—buying stockings, high heels, and sexy lingerie, of course!
A week after arriving in Guangzhou, we trusted each other. One night, we went to a disco we'd already chosen. The atmosphere was very
open.
Many girls were dressed provocatively. We could see many couples flirting together. The atmosphere was decadent.
But my wife was probably the most seductive and sexually frustrated woman there.
Before leaving the hotel, my wife had already put on a black miniskirt, a see-through top, a black bra underneath,
flesh-colored open-crotch pantyhose, and 12-centimeter high heels. Her outfit seemed to tell men of her desires.
I hugged her and caressed her; she was excited. She said to me, "It's finally starting, so exciting!" I touched her and realized she
was still wearing underwear. I ripped it off and touched her; she was already wet.
I said to her, "Don't hide it, wearing only pantyhose is so lewd." She smiled but didn't answer.
After arriving at the bar, my wife and I chatted for a while, then I left her alone on the dance floor,
surrounded by many men. She was clearly excited. Several men slowly approached her; I could
see they were groping her. At first, she cautiously observed the situation, but soon she stopped paying attention and
just kept moving her body. At this moment, a foreigner came up and pushed through the others. He hugged my
wife from behind and started kissing her neck. My wife had her eyes closed in ecstasy. The man slowly reached his hand down to her leg and began to caress her,
and she laughed happily.
They were flirting joyfully, which excited me greatly. After a while, the foreigner actually reached under my wife's skirt
, and both of them froze for a second, as if electrocuted. The foreigner immediately pulled my wife away from
the dance floor . My wife was pulled along by the foreigner towards the restroom in the corner. I followed.
Before entering the restroom, my wife glanced at me. Her eyes were filled with excitement, lust, and a hint of unease. I nodded.
My wife went in.
The door was immediately closed. Presumably, a wild sexual act was unfolding inside, and the one being fucked was my beautiful
wife . This feeling was truly thrilling. At this moment, I saw the couple who had come with us sitting in the corner,
clearly not quite ready yet.
I went over and asked them how they were doing. They said they were a little reserved.
I said to them, "We've reached an agreement, right?"
"What agreement?"
I said, "The exchange agreement." The man nodded.
I immediately put my arm around the woman's shoulder and hugged her tightly. The man looked at me but didn't say anything. I then stroked
the woman 's stockinged legs; her stockings were pure silk and felt wonderful. The woman lowered her head shyly. The man
seemed excited. I started slowly rubbing the woman's nipples through her clothes.
She started moaning a little. I leaned closer to hear her cries. But instead, she started biting my
ear and said, "Does it feel good? Actually, I've been wanting to do this for a while, but I was afraid he'd be unhappy." Hearing this, I immediately reached under
her skirt and touched her genitals. She started to moan loudly.
After a while, I took off her panties and handed them to her husband, saying, "Go ahead and play. I'm going to find my wife."
As soon as I stood up, a middle-aged man with glasses sat down and started talking to them. I went to
the bathroom where my wife was having an affair. Someone was still knocking on the door, but obviously no one answered, so the person
left. I went back to my seat. I ordered another drink and had only taken a couple of sips when I saw the restroom door open, and the foreigner
came out. My wife followed behind. She was clutching her chest, her face still showing excitement,
seemingly still savoring her orgasm. She turned and walked towards me.
Her steps were unsteady, her high heels wobbling; it seemed she had been quite wild. She sat down next to me and leaned
into my arms. She said contentedly, "Oh my god."Then she continued to breathe heavily. Only then did I notice that
my wife's stockings were already torn. There were many long, large holes in the stockings. I asked my wife, "How
was it?
" My wife nodded and said, "It was great." I asked, "Did you do it twice in all this time?" My wife nodded
.
I asked again, "Did you suck it?" My wife said, "Ugh, how could I not suck it? It's so thick." I hurriedly asked, "Did you use a
condom?" My wife said she did. My wife said, "She really likes my stockings, she keeps touching them, and later she stopped
hugging me and started pulling on my stockings from behind, so the stockings are all torn." My wife said she wanted to go outside for some fresh air.
We went outside. My wife took off her torn stockings. We took a walk for a while. My wife kept saying how exciting
and .
When we were almost back at the bar, we saw the wife of that couple, the middle-aged man with glasses, and a
young man get into a van. My wife and I smiled at each other. We went back to the bar, and my wife seemed
interested again. I chatted briefly with a few men, but didn't say much.
Then we saw our friend who had come with us. He was sitting alone, drinking silently.
The alcohol. My wife and I rushed over to ask him what was wrong. He said he was still
feeling a bit awkward, firstly because he didn't dare touch other girls, and secondly because he felt bad seeing his wife having sex with someone else. My wife immediately sat down next to him and started comforting him.
I immediately understood what my wife meant. I sat aside and watched the show. My wife got all flirty, her sweet
words were so alluring! Soon, the man was laughing and joking. My wife started leaning against him, putting her legs up
on his.
The man started touching her, then asked, "Where are your stockings?" My wife chuckled and replied, "You
'll see when you see your wife's stockings later." The man thought for a moment and said, "I want to touch your stockinged legs,
is that okay ?" My wife immediately took out a new pair of stockings from her bag and put them on. The man started kissing my wife.
Then he started touching my wife's breasts. My wife was obviously excited again. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it. My wife
also occasionally touched the man's penis through his pants.
The man was incredibly excited, but he insisted on going back to the hotel with my wife to do it. He said he and his wife had brought sex toys.
I thought it was fine, but I needed to bring his wife so I'd have company! So we quickly
went outside.
He called his wife, but no one answered. He asked if anything was wrong, saying my wife and I knew she
was in the car nearby, so we told him it was okay and we'd be back soon. But he was still worried. We reluctantly led him
to the van. I suddenly had a mischievous idea. So I rushed over and yanked open the car door. I
almost got kicked by his wife's high-heeled foot. As soon as the door opened, I saw his wife's legs, clad in silk stockings and
high heels, raised high. A middle-aged man was between her legs. The middle-aged man, startled, immediately
hid deeper into the van. Once he was out of the way, we witnessed a very stimulating scene. My friend's wife was only wearing
high-heeled stockings and a short skirt, her upper body naked, her underwear lying to the side. When we saw her, she still
had that young man's penis in her mouth! This woman is really something, so open on her first time. Is
it really her first time? Her husband must have been kept in the dark for a while! The three people in the carriage immediately froze.
I pretended to be a little angry. The middle-aged man immediately said, "Are you together?" My friend
's wife quickly put on her shirt, wiped her mouth nervously, and said, "That's my husband." The middle-aged man immediately apologized.
The four of us immediately took a taxi and left. On the way, I saw in the rearview mirror that my friend was frantically kissing and
touching his wife.
My wife was playing with my friend's penis. I chuckled to myself, it seems everyone has gone all out!!!
Last time I mentioned that my wife, another couple, and I went to Guangzhou for a crazy orgy. Ever since that night at
the bar, the four of us have been very open. My friend and his wife were even more wild than us,
and of course, the two couples swapped partners several times. One day, the four of us even spent
the whole night in the room having sex. My wife went through about 30 pairs of stockings and several pairs
of high heels .
We had a really wild time. Two weeks later, we returned home. Although we kept in touch,
it was difficult to meet up due to busy work schedules. My wife continued to go to work, and I occasionally heard her
boss make sexual advances towards her. However, my wife had lost interest in him. Less than a month later, my
wife started to find our sex life boring again. But since we were in our hometown, she was afraid of running into acquaintances, so she didn't go to
bars or similar places for trysts. Just then, the several pairs of sheer bodysuits I had ordered for her online arrived. My
wife couldn't help but ask me to find a way to satisfy her infidelity.
After much thought, I finally came up with a place. I used to live near a university. The campus atmosphere was rather conservative.
It was rare to see women dressed provocatively on campus. It was a good place to tease a virgin. My wife was very excited.
Finally, on the weekend, we set off.
Before leaving, my wife started getting ready. She put on a bodysuit of flesh-colored sheer stockings. She
was her neck, hands, and crotch were visible. Perfect stockings for sex. My wife put on the stockings, her full breasts encased
in the sheer fabric, her nipples erect and incredibly alluring. As usual, she didn't wear underwear, only
a short skirt and an opaque blouse. She wore 10cm high heels. We arrived at the campus; it was the weekend, so there were very few people. My
wife walked around the campus, feeling very excited.
My wife asked me, "What's your plan? Tell me quickly!" So I led her to a rather
secluded laboratory building, where there were almost no people. There were several large classrooms. My wife and I went through several floors and saw
a male student reading in one of the classrooms. He wore glasses, had a blank expression, and looked like a bookworm. My wife
thought he would be easier to approach. She decided he was the one. So my wife clicked her high heels into the classroom.
She stood by the window and looked out. Through the glass of the back door, I could see that the male student was watching my wife; her
back looked very sexy. A short skirt and stockings, her beautiful legs captivating the male student's attention.
After a while, my wife slowly walked over and asked the male student, "Are you a student here?"
The boy nodded. My wife asked again, "Your school is quite big, why are there so few people today?" The boy said it was the weekend, and everyone
was resting in their dorms. My wife said, "Then what are you doing here, studying so hard!" The boy
smiled somewhat flusteredly. My wife then sat down next to the boy and started whispering to him, but I could still hear her.
Her words were very provocative. The boy's voice quickly trembled slightly. Suddenly, the boy asked, "
Sister , why are you wearing stockings in this heat?" I was startled, knowing the boy had taken the bait and was no longer
concerned with saving face. My wife was probably also very happy, so she said, "Yes, it's hot, but I like
wearing them. Do you think my stockings look good?" The boy nodded.
The wife started stroking her legs and asked directly, "Do you like looking at girls wearing stockings?"
The man was a little surprised and slowly nodded. The wife immediately perked up and asked, "Do you always stare at girls
' legs?" The man didn't answer. The wife said, "It's okay, what's wrong with that? Let me show you this." She
pulled up her shirt sleeves and said, "Look, it's the same color as the stockings on your legs. Have you ever seen anything like this
?" The man stared, stunned, and said, "No, I've never seen anything like it. Are they connected?" My wife said, "Yes!"
The man was still pretending..."Won't that make it even hotter? And they're not connected, are they?" The wife pretended to be very serious and said, "They are
connected, bodysuit stockings. If you don't believe me, I'll take them off in the bathroom and show you." The man nodded and said okay!
My wife said, "Tell me where the toilet is, or better yet, just take me there!" She and the boy immediately prepared to
leave the classroom. I quickly and secretly ran to the girls' toilet (though it was a bit indecent). I went to the innermost stall,
closed the door, and waited for them.
Soon I heard my wife's laughter. Then she came in. She said to the door, "Wait for me a moment
."
My wife entered the toilet and secretly saw me waiting. Her expression was unusually excited, her face flushed. I
immediately hid the camera on her side, connected to the camera in my hand. My wife started preparing. She
unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her breasts encased in stockings, very sexy. She hung her purse on the hook.
She lifted her skirt, revealing open-crotch stockings, and slowly stroked her genitals.
I could clearly see her lewd expression through the camera. At this moment, my wife called out to the door, "
Hey, come in for a second, help me." The boy hesitated. The wife said, "Come in, there's no one else here." The
man tiptoed in. When he reached the cubicle where his wife was, she pushed open the door.
Her blouse was open, her breasts encased in stockings, the stockings gleaming on her beautiful legs.
Her hands innocently covered her genitals. She looked shy, but her skirt was already lifted to
her waist .
The man was stunned. His wife immediately grabbed his collar, pulled him inside, and then
closed and locked the door.
The wife and man stood facing each other. The man remained frozen, staring at his wife's breasts. His wife asked shyly
, "It's stockings, do you believe me now?" The man finally snapped out of his daze and nodded hastily. His wife slowly moved
closer to his chest and asked, "Do you like it?
You must have wanted to see it earlier, right?" The man trembled and said, "Yes, you're so beautiful, sister." His wife asked,
"Do you have a girlfriend?" The man shook his head. The wife, stroking the boy's body, said in a seductive voice, "You've
definitely never tried this before, let me show you." She knelt down, pulled down the boy's shorts and underwear,
and took his penis into her mouth. The boy's body immediately trembled violently. The wife continued to suck,
giving him no chance to breathe. The boy suppressed his cries, but still managed to say, "Sister, sister, I... ah..."
The wife quickened her pace. Soon, the boy's body tensed, and the wife realized he was about to ejaculate. She immediately spat out his penis and
vigorously rubbed it with her hand. The boy ejaculated, a lot of it. The wife stood up. Holding the boy close, she asked, "Is it good?
Is it your first time?" The boy actually said, "Sister, turn around, I haven't had enough yet! I've seen it in porn.
You women all like to be fucked from behind. I want to fuck you from behind too!" My wife half-moaned and half-
spoke, "Okay, I like it, come on." The boy, being a boy, was strong. He immediately picked my wife up
and pressed her against the wall. He lifted my wife's skirt and thrust his penis in, but it went a little crooked. My wife immediately
reached over and grabbed his penis, helping him align it. The boy then thrust hard, and his penis went in all the way. My wife
couldn't help but cry out. Although it was only one sound, I knew that my wife was definitely very happy.
The boy thrust wildly, without any technique. My wife didn't need any technique either. Because she was already
very excited.
So as long as he thrust hard into her, she would quickly reach orgasm. My wife was pressed against the wall by the boy, her two jade legs in
stockings stretched straight, trying to support her body. However, her high heels slipped, making her unsteady.
The man simply grabbed her waist, lifted her slightly, and continued thrusting forcefully. My wife's body trembled uncontrollably,
her legs weak and trembling. She gripped the water pipe on the wall tightly with both hands, panting heavily but afraid to cry
out . The man thrust harder and harder, seemingly on the verge of madness.
He bit down on my wife's pantyhose from her back, forcefully pulling her head back. He used both hands to pull at the pantyhose
around her abdomen with one hand and at her legs with the other, all while continuing to thrust. My wife
's position was awkward due to his actions, but she seemed to enjoy it, not stopping him at all, but enduring his vigorous
manipulation. The man thrust harder and harder, beginning his final sprint. My wife couldn't hold back any longer and
finally cried out.
The man thrust into her genitals like a madman, tearing at my wife's pantyhose with both hands and mouth.
Finally, the man and my wife seemed to reach orgasm simultaneously. The man ejaculated inside my wife. Then he
pulled out and leaned against the wall to rest. My wife lay limp in the corner, her stockings torn to shreds,
looking like she'd been raped. After resting for a while, my wife got up, took off her stockings, and put her clothes back on.
The man had also tidied himself up.
My wife leaned over and kissed his cheek, saying, "Thank you, that felt so good."The boy hugged my wife and said, "
Sister, can I have these stockings?" My wife gave him the stockings. They left the restroom together.
As agreed with my wife, I went back to the car to wait for her. She was sure she wanted to spend more time with the boy.
Ten minutes later, my wife arrived, and the boy was still with her. My wife walked over with the boy. I opened
the car door and greeted my wife. My wife introduced the boy as her junior. The boy smiled uneasily. I deliberately asked,
"Where are your stockings? Aren't you wearing them?" My wife said, "It was too hot, so I took them off, and they accidentally fell into the restroom
.
" My wife said, "Weren't you going to get something from Teacher Zhang? Did you get it?" I understood what my wife meant;
she was aroused again in just a short while!
I immediately said I would go get them and then left. I hid in the distance and saw my wife and the boy get into the car. They
didn't come out for a long time. Later, the boy left dejectedly. I went back to the car. My wife told me that the boy insisted that
she change into a different pair of stockings and then give him oral sex again in the car. My wife did as I said, and she enjoyed it immensely. She
said giving someone a blowjob in the train was incredibly exciting. Sigh, my slutty wife.
Ever since she seduced a young man at university and had sex with him, she's become increasingly addicted. She's started to
think there's sex waiting for her everywhere in the world. So she keeps wanting to go out and have fun with me again.
A month later, we finally hit the road again. This time it was my wife's idea; she planned to seduce a strange man on the train
. I thought it was very exciting. We brought a lot of stockings and high heels. We bought two soft sleeper tickets.
We had looked at this route before. It wasn't crowded; each soft sleeper compartment was only full, basically just two people.
My wife and I boarded separately. I boarded first, and after putting my luggage away, a middle-aged man came in.
The man looked like the kind who ran a small business. Although he was dressed neatly, he was carrying many bags,
and his manners weren't very refined. I immediately texted my wife to tell her the situation was suitable. So my wife boarded the train
. As soon as she entered the carriage and pushed open the door, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up. He hurriedly greeted my wife. I, on the other hand, pretended
to be nonchalant and lay on the upper bunk. My wife was wearing flesh-colored pantyhose, silver high-heeled sandals, a black
miniskirt,
and a black see-through top. She looked very provocative; the first impression she gave was definitely that of a frivolous
woman.
After unpacking, my wife sat on the edge of the lower bunk, crossed her legs, and pretended to call her husband: "Hey,
honey, I'm on the train. I'll arrive tomorrow morning. Pick me up on time!" This was deliberately for the middle-aged man to hear. After my wife finished the call,
the middle-aged kept trying to get close to her. My wife responded sweetly, her words occasionally carrying
a hint of ambiguity. The middle-aged man was quite pleased. The train soon started moving. My wife was chatting with the middle-aged man. Under the guise of
introducing sat down on my wife's bed, getting closer and closer. My wife frequently stroked
her beautiful legs. The man's eyes were lecherous.
My wife was engrossed in the conversation, and soon she took off her high heels and put her legs up on the edge of the bed. The man started telling
dirty jokes. After each one, my wife would playfully kick him with her stockinged foot,
saying things like how naughty he was. The man, of course, realized my wife was seducing him. But because I was there, he didn't dare
to be too blatant. Otherwise, he probably would have pounced on her already. Night fell.
My wife got up to go to the bathroom. When she came back, she complained in a coquettish tone, "What a lousy toilet door! It tore my
stockings ."
The middle-aged man quickly seized the opportunity to get close to my wife's beautiful legs, sighing, "What a pity,
those stockings." My wife then said, "Could you gentlemen please excuse me for a moment? I have more stockings in my bag, I'll change into
another pair." The middle-aged man readily agreed, and I pretended to be reluctant and left.
A moment later, my wife opened the door, "I'm all changed, thank you." I went in and saw that my sexy wife
had changed into a pair of sheer, flesh-colored stockings with suspenders.
The shape of the suspender buckles was visible through her short skirt. With just a slight lift of her leg, the edge of the stockings could be seen. The middle-aged man exclaimed, "Sister, your
legs really beautiful, you look good in any stockings!" My wife thanked him. I knew my wife wanted to take things further. So I secretly
turned on the camera hidden in my suitcase. Then I said I was going to eat. The middle-aged man and my wife, of course,
both said they didn't want to eat. I left alone and went to the bathroom. I turned on the camera receiver. I immediately saw the middle-aged man and
my wife talking intimately.
The middle-aged man had already put his hand on my wife's shoulder. My wife leaned in too, looking like a
slut . The two of them were still saying things they didn't mean, talking about my wife's high heels, stockings, and married life. My
wife said that her marriage had become mundane and that she liked the outside world. The middle-aged man became more and more excited and
started touching my wife's knee. My wife didn't object and continued chatting happily. The middle-aged man's face was very close.
Suddenly, he started kissing my wife's lips. My wife trembled slightly and let him kiss and touch her.
I immediately left the bathroom. I
came back, opened the door, and went in. The two of them immediately tensed up and returned to normal. By this time, the lights were almost off. We all
went to bed to sleep. Actually, all three of us were pretending to be asleep. I hid under the covers, turned off the volume, and continued watching my wife
's lewd behavior. My wife waited for the middle-aged man to play with her, while the middle-aged man waited anxiously. Half an hour later,
the middle-aged man got out of bed and slowly approached his wife's bedside. Seeing her asleep, he assumed she was asleep and felt
disappointed.
He then began to slowly stroke her stockinged legs. His wife continued to pretend to be asleep. The middle-aged man then unzipped his
pants
and began masturbating in front of his wife. After a while, he found it unstimulating. He slowly took his wife's hand, which was resting on
the edge of the bed , and gently pulled it to his penis. His wife immediately stopped pretending to be asleep and grabbed his penis.
The middle-aged man was startled. His wife immediately hugged him and kissed him. While kissing, the middle-aged man vigorously rubbed his
wife's breasts. His wife, in turn, stroked his penis. His wife then took a
condom put it on the man. The two of them quietly engaged in their lewd acts. The wife knelt on the bed. The man stood
up.
The wife began to suck his penis. After a while... The wife lay face down on the bed, took off her top, and slowly lifted
her short skirt. The middle-aged man then saw that she wasn't wearing underwear, only stockings with garter straps. He
immediately pressed himself against her and forcefully thrust his penis inside. The wife, pinned down, looked
satisfied and comfortable, her mouth wide open, being repeatedly penetrated. This scene made my penis incredibly hard.
I had no choice but to masturbate under the covers. Afterwards, I was sleepy and tired, so I turned off
the camera
slowly fell asleep.
When I opened my eyes, it was already dawn. I turned over and saw my wife still wearing stockings with garter straps, and she had even
put her high heels back on. She was fast asleep on the bunk, clearly exhausted from being fucked,
lying there oblivious to everything. The middle-aged man lay beside her. Several condoms were scattered on the floor. I don't know how long they had been doing it, but they were so tired that they fell asleep without
cleaning up. A while later, the train arrived at a small station, and the two of them woke up with a start. I quickly changed my clothes, pretending
nothing had happened. I also pretended to have just woken up and greeted them coldly. The middle-aged man went to wash his face.
My wife said she wanted me to leave for a few hours so she could have some fun.
I rubbed my wife's genitals and said, "My sexy wife, you haven't had enough of being fucked!"
My wife nodded shyly and said, "It's so exciting."
So I made an excuse to change rooms and left, but I secretly hid the camera. I could still see the footage
in the bathroom . I saw my wife drink a few sips of water and then take off all her clothes, and she even changed into the
sexiest bodysuit, black fishnet stockings. The crotch was open. She put on high heels.
After a while, the door was opened. The middle-aged man immediately rushed in, hugging my wife and groping her haphazardly.
Then , a train conductor came in. He was a young man. My sexy wife wanted to be fucked by two men at the same time.
The two men immediately took off their clothes, put on condoms, and lifted my wife's buttocks. The train conductor began thrusting into
his wife 's vagina. At the same time, his wife was giving the middle-aged man a blowjob. Her expression while giving him a blowjob was extremely lewd; her
mouth was filled with the man's penis, her eyes were fixed on him seductively, and she even had a satisfied, lewd smile. Very detailed.
They licked every inch of the man's penis,
then sucked on it from both ends. The middle-aged man was incredibly aroused, tilting his head back and humming softly. The train conductor behind them
wasn't to be outdone frantically thrusting into my wife. My wife's buttocks writhed in response to the man's ministrations.
They did this several times, both men ejaculating multiple times, condoms scattered all over the floor. My wife had also experienced
several intense orgasms. All three of them collapsed onto the berth. The train was almost at its destination. The two men quickly
packed their luggage and left the room. My wife, however, remained lying on the bed, wearing only stockings and high heels. I rushed
to her room and saw the blurry footage on the camera. My wife happily said to me, "Look at my
butt!" I looked, and realized they had also penetrated my wife's anus one last time. My wife said it
hurt a little, so I quickly helped her sit up. My wife said, "Honey, that was so exciting! So much fun!"
We quickly packed our things. I left this lewd
train .

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