Jenn's Stockings
by cooch@ndirect.co.uk
We'd only been married about a month when my wife,
Jenn, and I attended a party for a friend's birthday.
We'd been there a couple of hours and had a few beers.
I think Jenn was in the lounge while I was in the
kitchen with a group of the lads. Anyway, the conver-
sation got around to what we liked about girl's
underwear.
There was a general agreement on stockings and garters.
When I agreed with this someone said that presumably
Jenn wore stockings. I didn't know what to say to
this. I didn't want to say yes because this would've
given the secrets about my wife's underwear away, but
I didn't want to say no either as it would've made
Jenn to look a bit of a frump.
Obviously my hesitation gave the game away and I was
cross-examined on what kind/color she wore and whether
she was wearing them that evening.
It was probably the alcohol that made me open up more
than I would normally. Soon Jenn was the topic of
conversation in the kitchen as my friends realized that
they could pry some personal details from me. I admit-
ted that she was wearing stockings that evening. I was
even quizzed on the color of the rest of her underwear.
I told my eager pals that she had a full set of black
lingerie on that evening. I found it very exciting to
talk about Jenn in this way while she was only in the
other room.
The party broke up about an hour or so later and we
eventually arrived home in the early hours of the
morning. It was while we were getting undressed for bed
that Jenn asked me what I had been saying about her to
my friends at the party.
I asked her what she meant and she told me that Ray,
one of my mates I had been talking to, had asked her
about her stockings. Apparently he had been pretty
******* and had caught her in the hallway and asked to
see her stocking tops. Jenn then asked me outright if
I had told anyone that she'd been wearing stockings
that evening.
I said that I might have mentioned it to somebody but
that I wasn't sure. I thought Jenn was going to make a
big scene about my indiscretion but she just laughed
and told me that she'd shown Ray her stocking tops just
to get rid of him.
I think my initial reaction was one of relief that
Jenn wasn't angry with me. It was later as we lay in
bed that I began to think about it more. I began to
feel excited at the thought of my Jenn lifting her
dress to show off her stocking-tops. I knew that I
wasn't going to get to sleep without knowing more.
I turned over towards her and put my arms around her,
she had her back to me as I cuddled her. As I kissed
behind her ear I asked if she was angry with me for
telling people about her stockings. She murmured a
sleepy "no."
Then I asked her if she found it exciting. She didn't
answer that but began to move herself back against me.
I could feel myself stiffening and soon my erection was
pressing against her. With her help I slipped my cock
into her tight wet hole and began to fuck her.
I didn't last long, thoughts of her flashing her stock-
ing tops to one of my friends soon had me shooting my
load into her. Shortly afterwards we were both asleep.
Over the next week I couldn't get thoughts of Jenn
showing off, out of my mind. I was really excited by
it and knew now that I wanted a repeat performance.
It was Saturday evening and Jenn was going out with a
few of her girlfriends. I sat on the bed and watched
her as she got ready. She spent most of her time in
just her underwear while putting on makeup and sorting
out her hair.
She was wearing the same underwear that she'd worn to
the party the previous week, black lacy bra and g-
string type panties with black stockings and garter
belt. It wasn't until she was just about ready to go
before she slipped on her short black dress.
I joked with her that she'd better watch it or she'd
be flashing her stockings again with a short skirt
like that. She joked back that perhaps she would be
showing them off anyway. We kissed goodbye and she
went off to meet up with her gal pals.
I wasn't going out that evening and spent the time in
front of the TV watching movies. For some reason I
couldn't get thoughts of Jenn out of my mind. I kept
wondering if she had been joking earlier about showing
herself off.
I went to bed around eleven and read for a while. It
was around half past twelve when I heard Jenn come in.
She came straight up to the bedroom and began to get
undressed. I could see her by the light of a street
light. When she'd her shoes and dress off I asked her
to come to bed.
She began to undo her bra but I said no, asking her to
leave it on and reached out a hand to her. She got into
bed beside me and I ran my hands over her lace-covered
breasts. For some reason I asked her if she'd behaved
herself that evening.
Jenn just laughed and asked me, "what do you think?"
I was kissing her tummy, making my way down to her
panty covered pussy. I said to her, "I hope you weren't
showing your underwear off again tonight."
She laughed again but didn't answer. I was kissing her
pussy through the thin material of her panties when she
reached down and lifted the crotch to one side. I began
to lick her puffy lips and then run my tongue up and
down her smooth slit.
I was rubbing her clit with my thumb while pushing my
tongue as far as I could up her hole when she came with
a great shudder. I continued licking her for several
minutes afterwards then moved up the bed so that we
could hold each other close.
Jenn whispered to me that she'd like to bring me off
with her hand. I didn't care, I just wanted to cum. It
only took a few minutes of her rubbing my foreskin up
and down before I was shooting my load over her thighs
and up onto her stomach.
We talked for a while afterwards and Jenn asked me what
had brought on my excitement when she'd come home.
I admitted that it was the thought of her wearing sexy
underwear that got me excited. She asked me if it also
had anything to do with other people seeing her under-
wear. I agreed that it turned me on - that she might be
exposing herself. We fell asleep shortly afterwards,
sated and content.
by cooch@ndirect.co.uk
We'd only been married about a month when my wife,
Jenn, and I attended a party for a friend's birthday.
We'd been there a couple of hours and had a few beers.
I think Jenn was in the lounge while I was in the
kitchen with a group of the lads. Anyway, the conver-
sation got around to what we liked about girl's
underwear.
There was a general agreement on stockings and garters.
When I agreed with this someone said that presumably
Jenn wore stockings. I didn't know what to say to
this. I didn't want to say yes because this would've
given the secrets about my wife's underwear away, but
I didn't want to say no either as it would've made
Jenn to look a bit of a frump.
Obviously my hesitation gave the game away and I was
cross-examined on what kind/color she wore and whether
she was wearing them that evening.
It was probably the alcohol that made me open up more
than I would normally. Soon Jenn was the topic of
conversation in the kitchen as my friends realized that
they could pry some personal details from me. I admit-
ted that she was wearing stockings that evening. I was
even quizzed on the color of the rest of her underwear.
I told my eager pals that she had a full set of black
lingerie on that evening. I found it very exciting to
talk about Jenn in this way while she was only in the
other room.
The party broke up about an hour or so later and we
eventually arrived home in the early hours of the
morning. It was while we were getting undressed for bed
that Jenn asked me what I had been saying about her to
my friends at the party.
I asked her what she meant and she told me that Ray,
one of my mates I had been talking to, had asked her
about her stockings. Apparently he had been pretty
******* and had caught her in the hallway and asked to
see her stocking tops. Jenn then asked me outright if
I had told anyone that she'd been wearing stockings
that evening.
I said that I might have mentioned it to somebody but
that I wasn't sure. I thought Jenn was going to make a
big scene about my indiscretion but she just laughed
and told me that she'd shown Ray her stocking tops just
to get rid of him.
I think my initial reaction was one of relief that
Jenn wasn't angry with me. It was later as we lay in
bed that I began to think about it more. I began to
feel excited at the thought of my Jenn lifting her
dress to show off her stocking-tops. I knew that I
wasn't going to get to sleep without knowing more.
I turned over towards her and put my arms around her,
she had her back to me as I cuddled her. As I kissed
behind her ear I asked if she was angry with me for
telling people about her stockings. She murmured a
sleepy "no."
Then I asked her if she found it exciting. She didn't
answer that but began to move herself back against me.
I could feel myself stiffening and soon my erection was
pressing against her. With her help I slipped my cock
into her tight wet hole and began to fuck her.
I didn't last long, thoughts of her flashing her stock-
ing tops to one of my friends soon had me shooting my
load into her. Shortly afterwards we were both asleep.
Over the next week I couldn't get thoughts of Jenn
showing off, out of my mind. I was really excited by
it and knew now that I wanted a repeat performance.
It was Saturday evening and Jenn was going out with a
few of her girlfriends. I sat on the bed and watched
her as she got ready. She spent most of her time in
just her underwear while putting on makeup and sorting
out her hair.
She was wearing the same underwear that she'd worn to
the party the previous week, black lacy bra and g-
string type panties with black stockings and garter
belt. It wasn't until she was just about ready to go
before she slipped on her short black dress.
I joked with her that she'd better watch it or she'd
be flashing her stockings again with a short skirt
like that. She joked back that perhaps she would be
showing them off anyway. We kissed goodbye and she
went off to meet up with her gal pals.
I wasn't going out that evening and spent the time in
front of the TV watching movies. For some reason I
couldn't get thoughts of Jenn out of my mind. I kept
wondering if she had been joking earlier about showing
herself off.
I went to bed around eleven and read for a while. It
was around half past twelve when I heard Jenn come in.
She came straight up to the bedroom and began to get
undressed. I could see her by the light of a street
light. When she'd her shoes and dress off I asked her
to come to bed.
She began to undo her bra but I said no, asking her to
leave it on and reached out a hand to her. She got into
bed beside me and I ran my hands over her lace-covered
breasts. For some reason I asked her if she'd behaved
herself that evening.
Jenn just laughed and asked me, "what do you think?"
I was kissing her tummy, making my way down to her
panty covered pussy. I said to her, "I hope you weren't
showing your underwear off again tonight."
She laughed again but didn't answer. I was kissing her
pussy through the thin material of her panties when she
reached down and lifted the crotch to one side. I began
to lick her puffy lips and then run my tongue up and
down her smooth slit.
I was rubbing her clit with my thumb while pushing my
tongue as far as I could up her hole when she came with
a great shudder. I continued licking her for several
minutes afterwards then moved up the bed so that we
could hold each other close.
Jenn whispered to me that she'd like to bring me off
with her hand. I didn't care, I just wanted to cum. It
only took a few minutes of her rubbing my foreskin up
and down before I was shooting my load over her thighs
and up onto her stomach.
We talked for a while afterwards and Jenn asked me what
had brought on my excitement when she'd come home.
I admitted that it was the thought of her wearing sexy
underwear that got me excited. She asked me if it also
had anything to do with other people seeing her under-
wear. I agreed that it turned me on - that she might be
exposing herself. We fell asleep shortly afterwards,
sated and content.