My Story with My Lesbian Woman in Stockings and High Heels

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It's no secret that my friend Afen is a lesbian. She's a lesbian who plays the male role, or what's commonly called a lesbian (TB). So she usually dresses in a very masculine style, never wearing skirts or high heels, and rarely even stockings. Afen has always given the impression of being a very masculine girl. About six months ago, I suddenly saw her wearing stockings and high heels frequently. Although she still doesn't wear skirts and has very short hair, the different colored stockings and elegant high heels she wears every day under her straight, fitted jeans or tailored trousers reveal a new kind of feminine elegance and sophistication. Many people assumed that Afen had suddenly changed her sexual orientation, or that she had gone from a lesbian who played the male role to a fully female lesbian. I couldn't help but ask her, "What happened to you?" "No, I'm still the same." Afen remained as open as ever, never shy about acknowledging that she was a lesbian. Later, chatting with her, I learned that she had suddenly developed a liking for stockings and high heels. She has a foot fetish. Because she likes women's feet, she also developed a liking for stockings and high heels. She jokingly told me, "You men can like women's feet, why can't I? Besides, I like women even more than you do. I've always liked women's feet. I'm a lesbian, so I've always liked very feminine women, especially women wearing stockings and high heels. Don't you men with foot fetishes also like women's stockings and high heels? I like them too. Since I like them, and my feet are pretty good too, I might as well wear them myself." It seems that Afen is much luckier than men with foot fetishes. Although she's a masculine girl, she's still a woman, so she can openly wear stockings and high heels. From my conversation with Afen, I learned that she and her girlfriend have known each other for five years, and she really likes her girlfriend's feet. At first, she just kissed her girlfriend's feet, but later she became obsessed, especially when her girlfriend wore stockings and high heels; she found them incredibly sexy. Sometimes, when her girlfriend wasn't around, she would take out her girlfriend's stockings and fantasize about her girlfriend's feet while masturbating. She used to wear her girlfriend's stockings and felt a special kind of excitement wearing the stockings of a woman she liked. Gradually, she started wearing stockings herself, from initially just wearing her girlfriend's stockings to eventually buying stockings to wear. She said she wasn't particularly fond of high heels, but she especially liked stockings. She thought stockings looked beautiful with high heels, and her girlfriend liked it too, so she changed her previous habit of never wearing high heels. Afen is a very straightforward person, and I really like her straightforward personality. Perhaps we're all familiar with each other, perhaps we have common topics. Afen never shied away from talking to me about her and her girlfriend's lesbian sex life. She said her foot fetish was definitely much more professional than men's foot fetishes. I asked her what "professional" meant, and she said she could lick and kiss a woman's feet for over an hour, or even longer. She felt that men might not be able to do that, and I said I certainly couldn't, but there are definitely other men who could. That day, she wore a suit, with tight-fitting women's trousers that reached her ankles, revealing her feet in black stockings and a pair of black leather open-toed high heels. This added a lot of feminine beauty to her usually masculine attire. I said to her, "You've improved again; you seem more feminine now." She said, "I also have a new pair of high-heeled sandals, but I haven't worn them because I think they're too feminine." Actually, she is a woman, so why insist on dressing in a masculine way? Of course, I also understand that she is a lesbian. Looking at her stockings, I couldn't help but ask her, "Are you wearing stockings or pantyhose?" She said, "Of course, pantyhose." I asked her if I could ask her for a pair of pantyhose, and she readily agreed. She said, "Why didn't you say so sooner? I think you've wanted them for a long time. Everyone likes women's feet, and it's perfectly normal to like women's stockings." The next day, she gave me two pairs of stockings, saying that one pair was worn by her girlfriend, and the other was brand new. I told her I really wanted hers, especially worn ones, preferably the black stockings she wore yesterday. She suddenly became shy and asked, "Don't you like women's stockings?" Ha! She really thought of herself as a man. But Afen was a straightforward person; the next day she brought me a pair of her worn stockings. I was so grateful. Two days later, Afen called me: "How was it? Did you like it?" I said, "It felt great." "Did you wear them?" she immediately asked. I was suddenly stunned: "Don't you know why I took your stockings? Why would you want me to wear them?" She explained that she specifically gave me a brand new pair of stockings so I could try them on. "Of course, it would be even better if you were willing to wear stockings that I or my girlfriend have worn. You know, I really enjoy wearing stockings that my girlfriend has worn; it feels special and exciting." "You're a woman, but I'm a man." "Who says men can't wear stockings? If you like stockings, why don't you try them on? My girlfriend also wants to see men in stockings. Why don't you come over and try them on? Let my girlfriend see; honestly, she really wants to see what men look like in stockings." "Aren't you two gay? Why would your girlfriend like seeing men in stockings? Aren't you afraid of your girlfriend and me?" "What am I afraid of? My girlfriend loves me very much, and I love her very much too. She wouldn't like men, so if a man wore these stockings, it would make her feel more comfortable." "Even if I...""I'm wearing stockings, but she still thinks I'm a man." "Why are you so clueless? My girlfriend really wants to have sex with a real man, but she doesn't like men's rugged appearance, so wearing stockings will make her feel more comfortable. I'm still a woman, after all. What you can do in bed, I can do too, but there's still a difference. My girlfriend just wants to try it out, don't get carried away." "I can't have sex with her because I'm wearing stockings. Did I put them on in front of her and then take them off?" "Haha~~ Okay. I'll give you another pair of open-crotch stockings, okay? You're so cute!" Open-crotch stockings? I hadn't thought of that. But I think I've seen them somewhere before, I don't know if they're designed for men or for women who don't want to take their stockings off during sex. I don't care anymore, anyway, this is an unexpected opportunity for me to sleep with two women. "You can insert it inside her. If you're patient, it doesn't matter how long you go in, but you have to ejaculate outside. My girlfriend doesn't like men ejaculating inside, you understand?" Afen continued explaining. I understood. I wasn't pretending to be naive, but I had only been thinking about the stockings, not about sex. Because they were lesbians, I never considered having sex with them. However, when I thought of Afen's feet in stockings and high heels, I really wanted to lick them. Even without sex, just having her let me lick them would make me happy. I asked her, "Can I kiss your feet?" Afen said, "Yes, but not with my girlfriend. She'll be jealous. We can meet alone, but no sex, just licking my feet. I like women. I don't feel anything when I have sex with men." We quickly arranged to meet at her house that night. That evening, I went to Afen's house. Afen was wearing tight jeans and a tank top. Perhaps they were deliberately creating a certain atmosphere; although they were at home, they were both wearing high heels. Afen had also worn white high-heeled sandals and ultra-thin white sheer stockings. Although her legs weren't exposed, only her feet were, but her beautiful toes, snow-white skin, and delicate curves still made her incredibly sexy. I thought to myself, "Afen, really! She clearly doesn't allow me to kiss her feet in front of her girlfriend, yet she deliberately made her feet look so sexy." Afen's girlfriend was very beautiful; her name was Ahui. She was wearing a black miniskirt and a black tank top, light black sheer stockings, and extremely red high-heeled leather shoes. The contrast between black and red was particularly eye-catching and equally sexy. I couldn't resist anymore. Afen seemed to understand my feelings and didn't waste any time. She picked up Ahui's foot and began to lick and kiss it, gesturing for me to lick the other foot. I started licking; the taste of the high heels and the stockings blended together, making my whole body incredibly excited. Afen had already taken off Ahui's shoes and started licking and kissing her toes and soles. I also took off Ahui's high heels, and a strong scent of perfume mixed with stockings wafted over, making my blood boil even more. Obviously, Ahui had deliberately sprayed perfume on her soles and shoes. Before taking off her shoes, I didn't seem to smell the strong perfume, but as soon as I took them off, the fragrant scent hit me. Toes, the inside of the soles, and heels are parts I particularly like, especially the concave inside of Ahui's feet, which is particularly obvious and exceptionally sexy. Combined with the scent of perfume, it felt especially wonderful. I was wearing jeans, so my excited reaction made my lower body feel very uncomfortable. I prepared to unzip my pants. "Why are you in such a hurry? Are you wearing stockings?" "I brought them, but I'm not wearing them." "Then wear the pair you're wearing later. You can put on these for now." Afen got up and took a pair of stockings that had been prepared, black stockings with an open crotch. "This is perfect for you right now. I was worried you'd be in a rush and have to take off your stockings, but you don't need to." "Let me help you put them on." After I took off my jeans and underwear, Afen started helping me put on the stockings. These stockings were amazing; the crotch opening comfortably revealed my penis. "Looks pretty good." I don't know if Afen was commenting on how my penis looked with the stockings on. Then, Ahui touched my penis and said, "Your head is big, about the same size as my toys." I understood that by toys she meant vibrators or similar sex toys, things often used by lesbians. "But maybe it feels even better than toys?" Afen seemed to be helping me advertise, or perhaps encouraging Ahui to try a real penis. Ahui was wearing suspender stockings, so she didn't need to take them off either; she just took off her underwear herself. I wanted to get a good look at her labia, and even lick them, but before I could get a good look, Ah Hui pushed me down, sat on me, and then took my penis and inserted it into her vagina like a toy. At this point, Ah Fen hadn't taken off her clothes yet; she was intently licking and kissing Ah Hui's feet. Ah Hui moved up and down on me while helping Ah Fen undress. Soon, Ah Fen was naked, revealing her smooth, white body, wearing only a pair of sheer stockings without underwear. Although Ah Fen's breasts were noticeably small, her figure was perfectly curvaceous. Ah Fen was kneeling facing Ah Hui, constantly kissing and caressing her. Her feet were right next to my face. I enjoyed the constant thrusting of Ah Hui's vagina while gazing at Ah Fen's alluring feet in their ultra-thin stockings. I could almost smell the scent of stockings and sweat on her feet. I really wanted to lick her feet, but I had promised not to in front of Ah Hui, so I had to suppress that intense desire. Perhaps, Ah Fen and Ah Hui's kisses and caresses entered a high...Overcome with excitement, Afen started sweating more, the sweat intensifying the smell of her stockings, which were right next to me. I couldn't hold back any longer, but seeing that the two of them hadn't yet reached orgasm, I tried to consciously control myself. However, Afen's beautiful feet remained within my sight, and with the increasing sweat and the smell of her stockings, I could no longer delay ejaculation. As the orgasm became uncontrollable, I shouted, "I can't take it anymore!" Fortunately, I remembered Afen's insistence that I shouldn't ejaculate inside. With my voice, Ahui and I reacted almost simultaneously. My penis withdrew from Ahui's vagina, and I ejaculated. Semen sprayed onto Afen and Ahui, who were tightly embracing each other. The situation seemed terrible; they hadn't even orgasmed yet, and I had already come. But they didn't seem to care that I had already orgasmed. Afen continued to insert her hand into Ahui's vagina, and Ahui quickly reached orgasm. But they didn't stop there. Afen skillfully picked up a vibrator from the side and, before Ahui's orgasm subsided, inserted it into Ahui's vagina. At the same time, Afen also lifted one of Ahui's feet and rubbed it against her own labia. The vibrator kept beeping, but Ahui's moans grew louder. With the friction of Ahui's toes, Afen also reached orgasm. Ahui then looked up at my stockings and said in a moaning voice, "These stockings you're wearing are the ones I've been wearing all day. Do you like them?" This was followed by a strong tremor and moan caused by her orgasm. "I like them," I replied. Whether it was the effect of her teasing words or the visual effect of their intense passion, my penis, which had been soft after ejaculating, began to react again. Even after her orgasm, Afen didn't stop. She moved her body and lay down, beginning to lick and kiss Ahui's labia. Lying prone with her long legs outstretched, Afen's stockinged legs and feet were even more clearly defined, and I suddenly felt hot again. Afen seemed to understand me and asked me to help her take off Ahui's stockings. While licking Ahui's labia, she untied the stockings, and I casually pulled them off as well. Without the black stockings, Ahui's feet showed even more delicate skin texture and curves. I couldn't resist licking her feet again, and my penis hardened once more. But Afen seemed to want me to stop licking Ahui's feet; she suddenly stopped oral sex and gestured for me to penetrate Ahui again. She spread Ahui's legs, making it easier for me to enter. Perhaps it was Afen's action of spreading Ahui's legs that intensified Ahui's excitement; I had only been inside her vagina for a short while when Ahui had another orgasm with a violent spasm. I've lost count of how many orgasms Ahui has had; she seemed to be constantly immersed in prolonged moans and trembling. As Ahui's climax progressed, I felt the pressure of my own climax approaching. Perhaps I had already come once, and this time I seemed to be able to control my ejaculation better. I looked at Afen's feet, who was passionately kissing Ahui; her feet were so beautiful. I prepared to ejaculate on her feet, so I pulled my penis out of Ahui's vagina. Afen seemed to understand what I was about to do again. She stopped kissing Ahui, reached out and grasped my penis, pulling it towards Ahui's face. With Afen's gentle hand movements, I couldn't help but ejaculate on Ahui's face. Ahui looked at the suddenly sprayed semen, splashing on her face, and suddenly felt another strong tremor throughout her body. Stimulated by Afen's sudden action, she had another climax. (Woman in high heels and stockings 02) It was another weekend, and Afen called me: "Do you have time?" "What's up? Was last week too much fun, and you're thinking of me again?" I said. "Oh, you're being too presumptuous! Ah Hui is away on a business trip, and I'm just feeling bored by myself, so I wanted to ask you out," she yelled on the phone. Ah Fen had seemed really happy these past few days. Probably because I'd done well last week, and Ah Hui was quite grateful to her. "Seeing how excited you've been these past few days, I don't want to spoil your fun. Today, I'll come out and join in the excitement!" I said, sounding reluctant on the phone, but secretly I really wanted to see her. When I saw her, I couldn't believe my eyes. She was wearing a skirt, and a super short one at that. "What happened? Did the sun rise in the west?" I joked. "What? Is that not allowed? Haha, do you think I'm some kind of androgynous monster?" she said casually, seemingly unconcerned about her change. She wore a very short denim skirt, no stockings, and barefoot in a pair of burgundy high heels, the heels easily ten to twelve centimeters high. The red heels contrasted sharply with the white insteps exposed above them, creating a striking and beautiful effect. The exposed skin texture was clearly visible, giving her a slightly seductive look. Combined with her long legs, she was undeniably sexy. "Anyway, if you're going to wear a skirt, you either don't wear one at all, or you wear the most feminine one, right?" Afen seemed to be asking me, or perhaps explaining her own reason for wearing a skirt. "Of course! I've always seen you as a woman, even though you usually dress more masculine." I explained, secretly pleased by this change in her attire. After dinner, Afen prepared to go shopping. But I had other thoughts. "Your feet are so beautiful!" I said. "What? Are you up to something again?" Afen always saw right through me. "I want to kiss your feet. Ah Hui isn't here today, so it's alright, isn't it?" I seemed to be pleading with her; her feet were so alluring. "Okay then, but you have to come shopping with me next time." Saying this, she already reached for a taxi. Her generous gesture made me feel a little shy. However, she's always been so straightforward; that's just her personality. "Can we do anything?" I asked her softly. I didn't necessarily want to have sex with her, but I also had to respect her.The meaning of "I liked you" is what I think it means. "Then let's see if I feel anything. Didn't you just want to lick my feet?" Her loud tone made me suddenly embarrassed, because the taxi driver could also hear her. "The driver doesn't know who we are. Look how scared you are, we're not doing anything bad." She finally lowered her voice; she had seen through my thoughts again. "I'm in a good mood today. Actually, when I asked you out, I thought you might have this kind of request. However, I'm not ready, so it's best not to go in." "What do you mean you're not ready? Do you need to be ready?" "Idiot! I said I didn't use contraception." "I can wear a condom." I seemed unwilling to let go of any opportunity. "A condom? Did you bring one?" "Yes!" I had already prepared; this time I specifically brought a condom. "Oh, you're so naughty! So you came out with me with premeditated plans." She said coquettishly. "It's okay, I already knew you wanted to have your eye on me. But having sex with a man is such a hassle, you have to wear a condom or use contraception. I don't have that problem with Ahui, I still prefer doing it with Ahui! Anyway, let's see how it feels today. If I don't feel anything, you can't penetrate me, understand?" she said, almost commandingly. "I'll definitely respect your wishes." At this point, I was willing to do anything. "Let me tell you, I'm quite tight down there, it might not be possible. If I'm uncomfortable, don't force it. But I really trust you, that's why I dare to be with you. Ahui is usually very careful with me down there, she never uses toys, she only touches me gently with her hand." Afen said to me very softly. "I know, don't worry. I won't do anything bad." I said jokingly. "But, I want to ask you a question." I continued. "Ask away." "Before you and Ahui got together, you were heterosexual, right?" "What? Are you trying to find out if my first time was with a man or a woman?" Afen asked me in a very sensitive tone. "You're so smart." I was speechless. Afen always seemed to know what I was thinking. "I used to be bisexual, and I remained bisexual after I met Ahui. It's just that Ahui and I have had a very good relationship these past two years, and I also feel that I still prefer women, especially in terms of sex. Honestly, I don't like being penetrated; I find it boring." "Have you been hurt by men before?" "Of course not. My first time was with my first boyfriend, but unfortunately, neither of us had experience, and I felt very uncomfortable and in pain. After that, I slept with another man, but he was just like my first boyfriend—too quick. He ejaculated within a minute of penetration, and I didn't even feel anything. I was indeed quite disappointed in men. But they were both good to me and never hurt me. Both times, I was too willful and insisted on breaking up with them." "Then you fell in love with Ahui, right?" I asked. "Yes, but before that, I also liked women. Didn't I say I used to be bisexual?" "Are you still bisexual now?" I asked curiously. I really hoped she was still bisexual now, and not a lesbian. "You still want to hit on me? Haha, nowadays, I'm not going to be with a man. I'm going to be devoted to Ah Hui, don't get your hopes up." Ah Fen suddenly became very serious and emphasized in English that it was impossible. "That's not what I meant, please don't misunderstand," I quickly explained. As I spoke, the taxi had already arrived at Ah Fen's apartment building. I hurriedly took out my wallet to pay the driver, but Ah Fen blocked me with one hand and handed the driver the fare with the other. Her movements were too fast, and I thanked her helplessly. After getting out of the car, we walked towards her house. My heart was pounding. When we entered Ah Fen's house, she first handed me a pair of slippers, and then she took off her high heels. This time she seemed different from the last time I came; she was wearing high heels at home last time. After changing into the slippers, I stood there dumbfounded, staring at her feet. "Why are you staring at me like that? Taking off my heels feels like taking a piece of your flesh off. Do you like women's feet, or the heels? I thought you just liked my feet. Did I take my shoes off to make you happy?" she said coquettishly. I smiled awkwardly. "Okay, if you like, I'll put them back on later. Let me get you a glass of water," she added. I sat on the sofa, and she handed me a glass of water, then sat down next to me. "Do you think my feet are pretty?" She stretched out her legs and pointed to her feet. "Beautiful, so beautiful! I've always especially liked your feet." "Nonsense! When have you ever looked closely? Last time you were only focused on making love with Ah Hui, you didn't even notice my feet." She complained coquettishly again. "Nonsense!" I didn't need to take Ah Fen's coquettish words too seriously, especially since she knew I had kissed her feet last time; she was just using her feminine charm. Although Afen is a lesbian, she is still a woman, and she still exudes a feminine charm in front of men. I started by touching her feet. Although Afen is a rather thin woman, her feet are not thin at all. Her fair skin still reveals a fleshy quality, especially the heels and the inner sides of her feet, which are full of plumpness. Her toes are rather plump and not very long. Her red-painted toenails match her red high heels that she had just taken off, and also...The contrast between her pale white instep and the deep arch of her foot made the overall shape of her foot look more delicate and sexy—exactly the type of woman's foot I like. "Are my feet fat?" she asked me, almost as if talking to herself. "Not fat at all. This is exactly the kind of foot I like. I don't like feet that are too thin, especially those with protruding bones." "Ha, you're quite picky. Are there men who like women's feet as picky as you? Are you a foot fetishist?" "You're talking nonsense. Anyway, this is the kind of foot I like." I didn't really want to explain why I liked this kind of foot; in fact, I probably didn't know the reason myself. "I also like Ahui's feet. Her feet aren't thin either. You like Ahui's feet so much, it seems we like the same type of woman's feet." I continued. Talking about women's feet inevitably aroused some desire in me; I wanted to start licking her feet. I reached out to lift her foot, and she seemed to understand I was about to begin. She pulled her foot back, stood up, and said, "I'll put on those high heels first. Don't you like me wearing them?" "No need, let's start." I quickly took her hand, looking a little impatient. "Okay!" She always obeyed at crucial moments. I hugged her tightly and kissed her lips. She seemed unprepared and didn't move, her mouth remaining closed, but she didn't push me away either, just letting me kiss her lips. I don't know how long we kissed, but Afen still didn't open her mouth. I stopped: "What's wrong?" "Nothing, maybe it's because I haven't kissed a man in a long time, I feel a little strange." "You can think of me as Ahui." I really wanted to give her a passionate, wet kiss. "Forget it, I don't feel anything. Let's start with my feet, I'll go put on my high heels, you'll definitely like them." She shook her head first, then said to me. I glanced at her feet and pulled her hand back. "No need to wear high heels anymore," I said impatiently. I love women's feet. Although her burgundy high heels did look very sexy on her, I wanted even more to lick her feet directly. It was a desire I had always longed for. Just thinking about how many times I had fantasized about her feet and masturbated made my whole body feel like it was on fire. Her feet were God's masterpiece. Even without stockings and high heels, her bare, snow-white feet still exuded an alluring feminine charm. I suddenly hugged her and put her on the sofa. I climbed down, ready to lick her feet. "Wait!" She stood up again and ran into her bedroom. I hesitated for a moment and followed her in. I thought she probably wanted to do it in bed. When I entered the bedroom, I saw her spraying perfume on her feet. "Even without perfume, your feet smell so good." "No, I haven't washed my feet yet, and it feels weird having you lick them like this." She seemed to value the feeling her feet gave me, which made me truly grateful to her; she was a very understanding woman. She jumped onto the bed and pulled me onto it as well. "Could you take your clothes off first?" she whispered gently, her mouth almost touching my ear. Then she started unbuttoning my shirt, and I nervously took off my pants as well. She had already seen my private parts, so there was nothing to be shy about. Suddenly, she placed her hand on my private parts, her gentle touch making me feel a warm current flowing through my body. "Aren't you a lesbian? How come you like that stuff too?" I asked her. Although at this point I no longer considered her a lesbian, her action was still unexpected. "You're a man, what can I do?" she seemed no longer a lesbian. Then she stuck out her tongue and kissed me. This was a real wet kiss, and her teasing made me completely absorbed in it. Perhaps kissing between women is more technical; she was a master kisser. Her hands moved up and down on my body, and it felt like my central nervous system was about to explode. Maybe it had been a long time since I'd been like this with a woman, or maybe I really liked her. For a moment, passion and desire intertwined, and I was almost out of control. I'd never felt so awkward before, because my feelings came on so quickly. As a man, I certainly didn't want it to happen so fast, but I still couldn't control myself. The woman in high heels and stockings 03 Although she was a lesbian, she seemed just as experienced with me, a man, and her openness made me feel rather shy. She seemed to understand me perfectly; at the height of my excitement, she stopped her hand movements and stopped kissing me, then quickly moved her body away. She stretched out one foot, pressing the sole of her foot against my genitals, while her other foot went to my mouth. This was perhaps exactly what I wanted. I couldn't care less about anything else; I grabbed her feet and frantically licked and kissed them. The foot pressing against my erection instantly amplified my already overwhelming urge to ejaculate, and the perfume on her feet directly stimulated my olfactory senses. I ejaculated. I looked at her, panting, seemingly blaming her actions for making me come too quickly. Indeed, I had never been this fast before. She hadn't shown any signs of a female orgasm, and I was already completely finished—this wasn't my usual style. I prefer to bring a woman to orgasm first, and then I'll take my turn, but this time was clearly different. Although it was truly exhilarating, it still left me with some regret and guilt. "It's all your fault, who told you to...""You like women's feet, you can't resist seeing women's feet." She saw the mixture of resentment and guilt in my eyes. Her words seemed to explain her skillful technique, yet also seemed like a joke meant to make me feel even more guilty. "But, did you prove you could do it so quickly?" I didn't know if she was praising me or being sarcastic, so I just smiled helplessly. "Actually, it's the same for men and women. I also come very quickly when I make love with Ahui." She continued, which was probably a way of comforting me. "I felt so good, it was worth it even if it was quick." I told her that I really felt the same way. "It's okay, let's rest for a while and then come back. I'm going to put on stockings and high heels later, so be careful." She said with a hint of seduction. "You haven't come yet. I'm sorry, I've never done it with a lesbian before, so I really don't know how to make you feel comfortable." "We're not two women, you're a man, just do what you're supposed to do. If you make me uncomfortable, I'll tell you." She was still so generous. No matter how generous Afen was, as a man, I still felt uneasy if I didn't bring my partner to orgasm during sex. I was thinking about how to change my approach to make her more comfortable, and most importantly, I wanted Afen to have an orgasm during sex. Afen brought me a glass of soda, and seeing my thoughtful expression, she seemed to sense my mood. "Okay, don't think about it so much, I felt great just now. Aren't we going to do it later?" Hearing Afen say this, I felt even more guilty. "You're so nice, Afen." "Do you have to be so polite with me?" she said loudly. "Of course I'm nice, but I haven't even started yet. You'll think I'm even better in a bit." She said confidently, but with a hint of seduction. "Really?" Although I sounded somewhat doubtful, I was actually attracted by Afen's words. I looked at Afen with expectant eyes, feeling a surge of excitement. She smiled at me, gave me a light kiss, and said, "Do you miss Ahui?" "Ahui is your lover, not mine." Although I said that, I did miss the last time I made love with Ahui and Afen. Afen walked to the TV and DVD player by the bed, turned them on, and the screen showed Afen and Ahui making love. "We recorded this ourselves," Afen said. I was immediately drawn to the footage. In the video, Ahui was wearing sexy black fishnet stockings, her pink high heels particularly eye-catching. Afen was licking Ahui's genitals. Looking at Ahui's sexy outfit, and hearing her sexy moans from the DVD, I started to feel a little restless again. Suddenly, Afen held a pair of stockings to my mouth, and the strong smell of stockings and a woman's body suddenly stimulated my senses. "These are Ahui's stockings. She wore them before her business trip, and they haven't been washed yet," she whispered in my ear. My excitement intensified: "Listen, from now on, Ahui is my lover, and she's your lover too," Afen continued. "Aren't you two lesbians? How can you be so open about it?" "I like Ahui, I love Ahui! But we're both women. Ahui needs that thing, and I don't have it, you understand? I want you to make Ahui feel good with me, using your thing," Afen said excitedly. I couldn't tell if Afen's words came from her heart or were just an impulse, but her words did give me a strange excitement, and a strange expectation, as if I hoped to maintain this sexual relationship with both women forever. "I miss Ahui so much..." Afen seemed to be talking to herself, yet also to me. "Wait, you have to call Ahui's name, that will make me especially excited," she continued. "Does it have to be like that?" I also seemed to be talking to myself, but it was clearly meant for Afen. Having sex with Afen while calling out another woman's name did seem a bit perverse. Besides, I like Afen more, and I have a special connection with her. If Afen weren't a lesbian, I would definitely pursue her. "You're a man, that's not what I want, you understand? Although I'm a woman, I need women even more. If you call Ahui's name, I'll have a special feeling," Afen said earnestly. "Okay, I'll definitely call Ahui's name to make you happy," I said. Although I felt a little perverted, my body was unusually excited, as if Ahui and Afen were both beside me. In any case, the smell of Ahui's stockings in Afen's hands was already making me a little out of control. "As long as you like, you can smell Ahui's stockings all the time, and the smell of my stockings too, anytime. Whenever you want Ahui's stockings, I can get them for you. And my stockings, as long as you like, I can take them off and give them to you the moment you see me," Afen continued, unaware that her provocative words were making me feel like I was about to climax. "You like women's feet and stockings. Ah Hui and I are both women, so we can completely satisfy your desire for women's feet. We're lesbians, and you're a foot fetishist. We can complement each other and have fun together, don't you think?" Her voice was a little louder, but it still had a feminine tenderness. Then, we kissed. I felt my body getting unbearably hot, sweating all over, and I could feel Ah Fen sweating too. I parted Ah Fen's legs; it seemed I couldn't wait any longer. "Wait!" Ah Fen called to me, handing me Ah Hui's stockings. "Wear these, I like them!" Before I could react, she had already jumped off the bed and...She picked up a pair of black high heels. "I bought these yesterday, specifically a size too big, you should be able to wear them. They're for you." She said, reaching out to help me put on my stockings, then deliberately tearing a slit between the legs to let my penis peek out. Then, without caring whether I liked it or not, she helped me put on the high heels. I'd never experienced anything like this before; all her words and actions excited me immensely. But I was still a little shy. I stared awkwardly at her quick and fluid movements, somewhat at a loss, but neither embarrassment nor bewilderment could stop my excitement. Following her movements, I obediently put on the stockings and high heels. "You let me smell Ah-Hui's scent too," she said, looking at me. "Thank you!" I said, uttering something that seemed completely out of place. Now was no time to say thank you. Although I felt a little awkward putting on the high heels, I still couldn't suppress my excitement and impulse. I picked up Ah-Fen and pushed her onto the bed. We embraced and started kissing again. The sounds of Ah Hui's moans echoed from the TV and DVD player beside the bed. Hearing those sounds aroused me even more, but I couldn't care less about watching the video. I kissed Ah Fen's lips passionately. Kissing Ah Fen, I don't know why, I felt a special connection, like kissing someone I loved. My passionate kissing seemed to resonate with Ah Fen as well; she held me tightly, as if afraid I would leave. "Do you like my mom?" Ah Fen suddenly stopped kissing and asked me. Perhaps this was when women were most emotional. Although Ah Fen was a lesbian, such a passionate kiss with a man at this moment inevitably stirred special feelings within her. "You must really like me, right?" she continued to press. "I really like you!" I told the truth. Actually, I had wanted to say this for a long time, but knowing Ah Fen was a lesbian, I always felt it was pointless to say it, so I kept it to myself. "I like you too, but not in that way. You should understand what I mean. My liking for Ahui is the real kind of liking." After she finished speaking, she seemed a little uneasy and added, "Actually, you're my favorite male friend. Really, although I had boyfriends before I met Ahui, I didn't feel anything with them. I always felt like I was dating just for the sake of dating. It wasn't until I met Ahui that I truly found someone I liked." Afen spoke very seriously, as if introducing her own experience. "I understand. I really like being your favorite male friend." Although I did like her a lot, I knew from the moment I met Afen that she was a lesbian, so I never expected anything to happen between us. The fact that she considered me her best male friend gave me a feeling of encouragement. "Do you like my outfit?" I asked, looking at my stockings and high heels. "I love it! I like you, but I don't like that you make me feel too masculine. You look more comfortable in this outfit, and it excites me more easily. I don't know why, but that's just how I feel," Afen explained. "I also like your particular fondness for women's feet. It makes me feel safe. If a man only liked women's feet, I would feel very insecure," she continued. "Really?" I asked, though my tone was questioning, but I felt comforted. As a man, to make Afen feel this way, especially since she was a lesbian, I was truly moved. "Do you want to get married?" Afen's question caught me off guard. I didn't know what she meant, but her expression and voice suggested something special. I was speechless. "We can get married if you like me. But I have a condition: I must also be with Ahui. The three of us can live together. I love Ahui, and Ahui loves me. I like you, though not in that way, but I really enjoy being with you." Afen said, her voice almost affectionate, as she looked at me. "I do!" I barely waited for her to finish. "I'm willing to marry you right now!" I repeated. It was as if I had just realized what was happening. A sudden feeling washed over me, like winning the lottery. I was so happy; Afen's sudden idea made me ecstatic. "Will Ahui agree?" I was a little worried again. "She already agreed. We discussed this after we made love last time. Unless you don't want to, we've both thought it through. I'll marry you, but you have to be good to Ahui too. Ahui has decided she'll never marry anyone else for my sake, so you have to be good to her, even better than to me," she emphasized. It was such an unexpected bonus. I couldn't hide my excitement. I always thought Afen was a lesbian, and I'd never have a chance to marry her. But fate had given me this opportunity. "I definitely will. I'll be good to you, and of course, I'll be good to Ahui. I'll cherish you both," I said loudly and emphatically. I hugged Afen again and kissed her lips passionately once more. "When you climax later, you have to call Ahui's name and tell her you love Ahui," Afen said after stopping. After she finished speaking, she hugged me and kissed me again without waiting for my reply. We started making love wildly. Perhaps the feeling of marriage was better than the feeling of having an affair; we were clearly more passionate than before. "I really love it when you're making love wearing Ah Hui's stockings," Ah Hui said, hugging me. Her words suddenly aroused me; the feeling of wearing stockings was incredibly sensual and sexual. I couldn't suppress my urge to ejaculate. I pressed myself tightly against Ah Fen, looking at her and saying in an almost moaning voice, "Ah Fen, I really love you, and I really love Ah Hui too." "What do you like most about Ah Hui?" Ah Fen asked excitedly, but she still asked me. "I love Ah Hui's feet, I love Ah Hui's stockings." This was exactly what Ah Fen wanted to hear. My words excited her greatly, and she reached her climax, followed by my ejaculation. After the climax, everything returned to calm, and we had truly enjoyed ourselves. "When are we getting married?" I asked Ah Fen impatiently. "Right away!" [The End]

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