Our Addiction

by Linda Nylons

 

When I first met the lady that later became my wife; I realised that if there was going to be any future for us, then the only thing to do was to let her into my alternative life style. I have always preferred my feminine side, which included wearing ladies clothes, and that at home I had a wardrobe full of dresses, skirts and blouses, and draws full of silky lingerie, bras and nylons. I just love wearing nylons, but they had to be the sort that was worn in the 1950’s, that were fully-fashioned with a seam running up the back. Cheryl, that’s her name, by the way, said she was quite happy with that and that sometimes she fancied women but had never had the courage to do anything about it. At least this way she could have the best of both worlds. After my confession we often went out "girlie" shopping together, both of us dressed in our prettiest of clothes, and love hearing the sound our nylons make as our high heel shoes click along the pavement, girlfriends out together.

I have always worn nylons, as I said earlier, never tights, and as time went on I persuaded Cheryl to wear fully-fashioned nylons as well. Over the years I have collected fully-fashioned nylons and now have over 300 various styles and sizes, but that’s by the by. Cheryl realised how sensual the feel of sheer nylons felt against smooth legs, and also how taut the nylons felt, straining against the straps on the suspender belt worn around her waist. Now she is obsessed with wearing nylons, asking me if her seams are straight, smoothing the silky nylons seductively up her legs, and in the evening we often sit for ages crossing and uncrossing our legs whilst listening to the rustle of our nylons rubbing together. My wife wants me in nylons all the time now and sometimes she curls up on the rug and gently caresses my nylon clad legs with her nyloned legs and feet, then sucks my toes and licks my feet and up my legs leaving lots of kisses along my seams. We both wear matching cherry red nail varnish on our toenails, I do hers and she mine. Cheryl likes me to walk around the house wearing only my strappy, four inch heel sandals, tan nylons, the girdle, 50’s style bra, long silky gloves and filmy see through negligee are all dusky pink and my make up and hair is perfect. I must rub my legs together when walking so she could hear that wonderful nylon sound.

Cheryl has decided that she will only change her nylons once a week, which means she sleeps in them as well. Each evening she has me clean her feet and toes with my tongue, making sure I lick and suck every inch of her nylon-clad feet. One night she read an article in a fetish nylons magazines, about a Nylon Slave Bitch, (not my words) that was forced by her mistress, to wear a nylon over her head and face. Cheryl decided she wanted to try this, but to go even further.

The following morning before I went out to do some errands, she took off the nylons she had been wearing constantly for the past five days and nights; rolling one up into a ball she told me to force it into her mouth, having done that she pulled the other nylon over her head and face until the welt was down around her neck. The rest of the stocking she pulled down and wrapped it around her throat, tying the foot part in a knot at the back of her neck. She looked so sexy and helpless, all trussed up, her head completely encased in nylons with the other one clamped in her mouth. All Cheryl could do was moan in ecstasy as she proceeded to put another pair of nylons on her legs.

When I returned a couple of hours later from town, I found Cheryl doing the ironing; she stood with her back to me, in the living room. She stood, legs slightly apart, encased in bitter chocolate fully-fashioned nylons, the seams incredibly straight. The nylons were very taut being held up by 12 suspender straps on each leg, black patent leather 5-inch high mules, opera length sheer nylon gloves and was wearing a sheer nylon dress made of 15 denier nylon, her head was still encased in nylons. She wasn’t wearing panties, but instead she wore a pair of nylons, the welt pushed well up inside her smooth cunt with the feet up inside her arse. She stood there ironing away, one hand on the iron, the other rubbing her clitty up and down. All I could hear was slight whimpers and moans. I silently unzipped my silky dress and let it float to the floor to the floor; as I always wear nylons I was almost ready for her, but first I pulled a pair of nylons up my smooth feminine arms and pulled another one over my head. The last nylon I slipped onto my rigid hard cock. Sliding my hands up and under her arms I caressed Cheryl’s nipples through the layers of nylon, it felt wonderful, and she kept on ironing. When I gently slipped my nylon-covered cock into her arse alongside the feet of the nylons already up her love tube she stopped ironing and pushed the iron to one side and she doubled up over the table. We fucked like a couple of rabbits. I was fucking Cheryl’s arse whilst she was pushing as much of the nylons as she could up her cunt and rubbing herself around her clitty. Needless to say we both came at just about the same time and I could feel the spunk gush into the nylons around my hard cock that was rammed as far as it would go up her arse. When I finally slid out of her, Cheryl took the nylon off my cock, rolled it up and lifting the front of the stocking up over my mouth forced the spunky nylon in my mouth and pulled the stocking back down. We rubbed our stocking clad faces together, and kissed each other as best we could. The rest of the day was spent dressed this way, only removing the nylons in our mouths to eat food.

The latest thing Cheryl has read about and really wants to do is the following, a nylon fetishist has had her labia lips pierced and inserted two rings in them. Attached to each ring are two suspender straps, when she puts on her nylons, she attaches the other end of the suspender straps to her nylons, along with the other twenty straps that are attached to her suspender belt. The tautness of her nylons pulls her labia lips down and out against her legs.

So now we are looking forward to something new for Cheryl and I to try out. She calls me Linda Nylons, so I call her Cheryl Seams.

 

If you liked this true story, or can think of something new we can try involving nylons, let us know at linda@stockingheaven.net

 

 

 

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