The
Author
Ny
Nyloni (say Ny like in Nylon)
Germany´s
most successful female author of pantyhose erotic, wife/man-sharing, and MILF
fantasies! Queen of open gussets!
Ny
Nyloni is a freelance journalist, describes the lusty satisfaction with silky
material in her stories, as nylon lovers have never read before. Her readers
call her "The master of movies in the mind's eye". Unbridled but
tasteful sex with beautiful long legs in pantyhose and high heels!
Sex
with the seductive shimmering look of beautiful, long legs plays a significant
role. Wife sharing and man sharing, swinger club sex. That is what the author
Ny Nyloni writes in her stories. She also describes the erotic experiences of
sophisticated women with young men who desire their admirable, mature bodies.
From the middle to the end of the last century, pantyhose provided a
delightful, additional emphasis on the female legs. Quite a few young men were
tempted into early secret erotic fantasies by touching and looking at women
dressed in this way. In this way, Ny Nyloni fulfils the secret desires and wet
dreams of men who love the classic female form and want to learn from these
goddesses.
"
They love my legs. Everything else happens by itself" Marlene Dietrich.
The
author lives in Munich and on the island of Capri with beloved husband Paul.
I
self-publish and translate my eBooks myself. Therefore, I apologize in advance
for any unfamiliar formulation. Hope the best.
Wikipedia says: "Wife sharing is a
type of sexual behaviour that involves sharing one's wife, partner or steady
girlfriend with another man for the purpose of sexual intercourse. A wife
sharer and his partner have equal rights during sexual intercourse, although
the wife sharer is more dominant. Sexual activity usually takes place together.
During sexual intercourse, the wife sharer forms a threesome together with an
additional man and the partner; in some cases, the wife sharer watches and
enjoys the eroticising situation with or without masturbation. In rare cases,
the wife sharer also accepts meetings between his partner and another man
without himself. As a rule, wife sharers do not feel jealousy. The second man
is either a house mate with whom the couple socialise more often or
occasionally, or they are alternating acquaintances with whom the couple only
have contact once or a few times.
Wife sharing became more popular in Western
society from the 1960s/1970s onwards. The reasons for this include the breaking
of taboos and the erotic desire of the male partner to penetrate or watch his
own partner having sex with another man... Conversely, of course, the desire of
the woman to have sex with another man. As a result, the wife sharer wants to
achieve comprehensive sexual satisfaction and thus greater satisfaction for his
partner in the relationship. It is also often the couple's desire to strengthen
the partnership and increase intimacy within the relationship.
According to American statistics, around 99 per
cent of men are the first to formulate the idea and desire for wife-sharing.
62.6 per cent of couples notice an improvement in their relationship after
wifesharing, while 1.7 per cent feel unhappier afterwards." So much for that from Wikipedia.
For
some time now, the idea of another man enjoying sex with my wife Sonja has been
turning me on. And to my amazement, I think that's really good!
Yes,
as unbelievable as it sounds, it was as simple as that, because I had witnessed
a friend caressing Sonja's long, shapely, black-stockinged legs at a party a
few months ago.
And
my wife looked at me with such irritation.
She
clearly liked it at that moment, but the question of whether I would like it
too seemed to have only one answer for her; namely that I would and should
react jealously, because after all, this reaction signals that you still love
your own wife.
However,
when she saw the look on my face, it really irritated her and she told me
afterwards that there was a shimmer in my eyes, as if I was looking at
something new and fascinating. It has to be said that I'm a tights fetishist. I
love legs and lower body in silky sheen. Add to that high-heeled shoes and my
heaven is complete. And Sonja looks very fascinating in them and it's always
new and beautiful to me how uncomplicated she is with them.
It's
clearly a fetish, but it doesn't bother her at all, in fact she gives me what I
need to be a happy and potent lover. At the end of the day, that works in her
favour again.
At
first, I didn't say a word about the incident at the party, which had taken
place in a hallway alcove where the two of them felt alone. It was only my
acquaintance that I confronted afterwards when we were together for a moment
and he immediately apologised, saying that he really didn't want anything from
my wife, that he knew how happy we were, but that it had come over him because
he had seen her erotic legs, because, well, he didn't dare say it, but then
came out with the fact that he had a soft spot for nylon and it had just come
over him.
And
then these tights! He had just wanted to make sure they were actually one of
these Wolfords. His wife wouldn't buy such expensive tights and certainly
wouldn't allow him to run his rough hands over them. And in bed, well.
Well,
I suddenly allowed him to touch it and somehow it gave me a taste for it and I
beckoned Sonja over and in a corner away from the hustle and bustle they stood
together again and the friend was allowed to feast his fingers on the silky
material under my supervision and with Sonja's furtive giggling. It seemed as
if my wife also found it exciting and because we were looking at each other,
she probably realised that it also excited me. And strangely enough, it really
did. I watched with a fixed gaze as the other man's hand disappeared under the
hem of her woollen, red mini dress and he certainly noticed that Sonja was only
wearing tights underneath and nothing else.
I
could literally feel his excitement growing as he quietly whispered to us how
awesome he found it all! Then he positioned himself behind her so that he could
stroke around on her ensnared abdomen. My wife became a little more restless
and lifted herself up slightly because he was probably actually grabbing her
crotch!
She
energetically forbade this and pushed our friend away. He immediately and
shamefully apologised to her and thanked me again for my generosity and
probably went to get a beer with a hard-on.
I
grinned at my wife, who didn't really seem outraged either, but she had
probably reacted that way because she had had to put on a pair of tights with
an open gusset before the party, as the other matching-coloured ones were still
in the wash! They were exactly the same tights she had worn the night before
when we had sex together! Now used, so to speak. Maybe the open edge of the
gusset was still a bit crusty from our fluids, who knows...?
Funnily
enough, this excited me precisely because the other person knew this now and
would certainly jerk off to it soon or right away.
But
I couldn't forget the act that night so quickly, especially because I was able
to cum three times in a row! I came harder each time. Not to mention Sonja.
And
the image in my head cinema, as I gazed into the lust-distorted face of my
moaning wife, was that it wasn't me who was making her come, but our friend,
who was lying between her glorious long legs, covered in fine nylon, shimmering
black, and thrusting into her like mad while I watched the whole thing, and
that was what made this potent performance possible in the first place.
And
so, this incident preoccupied me more and more and it excited me enormously
when I thought about the sight of that time and imagined what it would have
been like if my wife had let our friend finger her for longer.
But
when I admitted my new fantasies to her, she said she couldn't do that! Just
like that with strangers would be a no-go.
Well,
that's a shame really. But when I told her in bed during foreplay what I had in
mind and what she would do and get done, she got very excited.
At
some point, I was lying in front of her fragrant flower in the open gusset and
stroked along her long thighs, which were covered in a fine, skin-coloured
yarn, to the right and left of my face with my restless fingers and slowly
licked the tip of my tongue over her swollen, tender labia from bottom to top
with relish, At some point, between two strokes of my tongue, I told her to
imagine what it would be like if our friend did that now, while I lay next to
her, kissing her and taking care of her tits, for example.
Then
she straightened up, briefly stopped the smooth pelvic movements and said to me
forcefully that she didn't want to hear any more about this guy and if I didn't
want to destroy this moment now, then I should concentrate on the essentials.
Which I did until the satisfying conclusion.
Afterwards,
she told me what had made her so angry.
This
person, who I would have loved to talk into our bed, had often contacted Sonja
behind my back and asked her if they could meet up. Alone together, in nylons
and in a hotel room.
But
his wife is her girlfriend, and I would be her husband, whom she loved and
would never cheat on.
Which
I didn't do either, by the way. Not even in my mind, except maybe when I was
masturbating.
I
had also been thinking about it more intensively again. Although, in these
thoughts, it was more my Sonja who deceived me while I was there.
In
short: it was driving me crazy! I could hardly get the idea of watching my sexy
wife getting it on out of my head. And that she would love it because I loved
it. And so, we loved each other even more. With every act with her, I was
filming my own pantyhose porn in my head, so to speak.
But
it wasn't me lying between the long, silky legs, but someone else, faceless but
very huge and potent! And I was sitting next to her or holding her from behind,
lying half under her to feel her movements or simply joining in somehow.
And
she would beg me with a completely distorted face and wide-open eyes to forgive
her for having just been taken so exquisitely, and I should believe her, she
would love me and thank me in an even more intense way afterwards!
That
was now my obsession, but I kept it to myself from then on and didn't want to
upset Sonja.
However,
I bought a mirror for the bedroom and positioned it so that I could watch us
playing erotic games. My wife thought it would be good for getting dressed.
Then,
one evening over dinner at our Italian restaurant, she suddenly asked me if I
was no longer thinking about watching her with someone else. She'd already
realised how much the thought of it made me want to rock every time and it was
certainly one of the reasons why our love life had been so satisfying and full
again recently. And she would also love the mirror!
I
couldn't stop myself from asking her if it wasn't more likely that she wanted
to sleep with another man after all.
That
wouldn't be the case, I was told, but it would turn her on if she could feel my
excitement for this preference, if she knew that her lust would increase mine.
Just like the tights and pumps do during sex. That's why she often wore them in
bed, because it aroused me first, which in turn would make her even hornier.
Besides, well, she could imagine having sex with another guy. But not our
friend, that nasty pig.
OK!
Waiter, pay! Go!
While
driving, I had already run my hand under her buttoned dress over her ensnared
thighs up to the open gusset and she had kneaded my hard-on through my
trousers.
So,
I drove into a dark car park in a wooded area behind a remote football pitch
and before we knew it, she was already sitting on my throbbing member, panting
and moving up and down frantically.
As
always, I looked lustfully into her beautiful, distorted face and massaged her
full tits through her dress or feasted my palms on the fine texture of the
tights that stretched over her twitching bum. And every now and then, I would
furtively glance out of the passenger window to check the neighbourhood.
And
back there, in a very dark corner, about thirty metres away, there was another
car.
A
Daimler, a fairly large and expensive one. And there were people standing in
front of the bonnet. I couldn't take my eyes off it, the arrangement was
somehow exciting.
Sonja
asked me, panting, what was going on, because I was no longer in the rhythm.
And she lifted and lowered herself over the tip of my already itchy glans with
more vigour. I kissed her and worked a little from below. But out of the corner
of my eye I watched the scene at the other end of the dark car park. My wife
moaned long and loud into my open mouth and I ran my tongue into hers.
There
were two men and a woman at the back. Clearly.
I
let my fingers glide over the silky yarn on the thighs of my wife working on me
and these touches sent more flashes of pleasure through my glans down there in
the hot sheath!
The
men crowded to the right and left of the woman. She was much smaller than the
blokes.
Sonja
screamed briefly and pointedly into my right ear several times, a sure sign of
her approaching climax.
There
was nothing threatening about the scene, on the contrary, something completely
different was going on. Now the men were kissing the woman! I was too far away
to see exactly what was happening.
And
now my wife, jerking up and down like a dervish, screamed loudly inside our car
and came, grunting and panting deeply on my hard boner and I suddenly forgot
the scene over there and thrust violently from below until after a short time I
too felt my juices flowing out lustfully! I screamed loudly into my wife's
mouth, and it squirted and squirted out of me until we were both just licking
each other tenderly.
Only
then did I look outside again.
And
shuddered!
One
of these guys came up to our car. He was maybe halfway there.
Now
Sonja saw it too and, as if stung by a tarantula, she jumped down from my lap
to the passenger seat, screaming in fear, and my wet penis sank down onto my
open trousers.
My
wife begged me to drive off, and as quickly as possible.
The
man approached very slowly, he looked kind of curious, not threatening,
apparently, he had heard us and wanted to see what was going on. I had a
feeling; this was a very special car park!
But
I still let Sonja's panic get the better of me, started the engine, the lights
came on and I sped off! The guy froze in the middle of the open space as I
steered in his direction, but I drove round him, saw his astonished face, a
fairly young man, then we were past him and briefly the Daimler appeared fully
illuminated in the cone of headlights, then I got round the bend completely and
drove over the exit towards home.
It
had been one of those swinger places! Where couples meet up with others to have
sex with strangers or something. Sonja had to laugh out loud at the idea of how
the guy, attracted by her screams of pleasure, had suddenly seen the car racing
towards him in a panic and then she asked me if I had seen the other car too.
Oh
yes, I really had! It had only been a second, but I wouldn't be able to get
that image out of my head; the little woman was lying on her stomach with her
upper body on the bonnet and the other, tall man was standing upright behind
her, gripping her hips as he took her from behind!
Yes,
Sonja had seen that too. Oh man, how exciting! She was really excited by this
scenario. And the third person probably wanted to watch us for so long, she
surmised with a giggle, unfortunately we were already finished. Well, tough
luck!
I
drove calmly through the night and told her that it hadn't been like that.
Because I had seen a fourth man. And he looked more like the woman who had been
lying on the car with her arms outstretched.
This
man was sitting inside the Mercedes and looking directly into his wife's
lust-distorted face! He was watching her get laid. Better, he was watching with
lust as two blokes did it to her!
For
her pleasure and his!
My
wife fell silent next to me and looked at me for a long time. I briefly had the
impression that she wanted to ask me to go back, but I could have been
imagining it.
And
then we had sex again, but now in our closed garage, because I didn't want the
neighbours to see my wife having sex with me from behind on the warm bonnet.
What
was going on in my head cinema is left to the reader's imagination. Just a
little tip; I actually wanted to sit behind the wheel.
Sonja
grasped my stiff privates, which had been in a very hard state for some time.
She bent down once again and slowly and seductively placed her mouth around my
screaming glans. Her slender hand jerked up and down my shaft a few times, then
she stood up and got out of bed. She looked down at me once more in the
semi-darkness, then quietly slipped out of the room without closing the bedroom
door and disappeared into the dark corridor.
I
was very agitated and infinitely horny, but at the same time unsure whether I
liked everything that was going to happen tonight.
Now
I was lying here in the dark of our marital bedroom, waiting for my beautiful
wife to come back to me. After a while, I heard her clacking footsteps.
She
nimbly swung herself into bed, flipped the duvet aside, felt my bursting hard
cock and frantically sat on top of me with her hot pussy completely dissolved.
I moaned loudly and placed my greedy hands on her ensnared bottom while my
throbbing cock was milked mercilessly in the open gusset of her sand-coloured
10den tights by her up and down jerking pelvis! She let herself fall forwards
and kissed me with her mouth wide open and her tongue wild. I suddenly smelled
and tasted the other's sperm and squirted almost immediately.
She
moved up and down a few more times with precision and then also came with a
loud moan.
We
tenderly fondled each other for a while, then she got up and actually walked to
the other end of the corridor again!
After
a while I hear her sharp cries of pleasure even from a distance and, curious,
or rather, magically attracted, I sneak through the dark corridor to the
half-open door, behind which my wife was clearly approaching another orgasm.
I
stopped in the doorway and dimly realised what was happening three metres in
front of me on the bed; our guest was licking her to the extreme! She was
sitting on his face, and he was licking my juices out of her! His cock, which
she had just blown to the point of squirting, as I knew, was already sliding
steeply erect again through her hand reaching behind her, which seemed small
against the huge part that this man had been given by nature. Even now, in the
almost dark room, I could recognise the dimensions. And I could see his hands,
just as eager as mine, running over the silky surfaces of the twitching abdomen
of my wife, who had just come again. And even as she came, she slid lower and
squatted down on this large pole and with a cry of pleasure that I had never
heard before, she lowered herself down and rode him in the most marvellous way!
And
both of them looked over at me with their faces contorted with lust and
grinning maliciously!
Now
the lover switched on the bedside lamp, I stood illuminated, staring at this
surreal scene and watched with my cock swelling again as the animal there in
front of me laid my wife on her back and then squeezed himself between her
willingly spread thighs, glistening with wafer-thin nylon, and her loud cry of
pleasure indicated to me that his cock was making its way through his tight
path and her guttural sounds once again betrayed complete ecstasy. Once again,
I watched in excitement as she wrapped her silky legs around his pumping bum
and the high heels of her black leather pumps shook to the rhythm of his hard
thrusts!
The
man on it turned his face towards me and I recognised the young man from the
car park!
I
woke up completely distraught! This dream was a bit too hard for me!
When
I woke up from this dream, I knew immediately that I didn't want it to be like
this. And at the same time, I also felt that Sonja would never do something
like that to me; mock me if someone else did it to her in the best possible
way. Something like that only happens to a cuckold. A different and harder kind
of threesome.
The
reality of wife-sharing that I often dream about in the office during the day
is that the mutual trust and the resulting love grows through the shared
pleasure experienced. On the one hand, the woman experiences, while she can
uninhibitedly enjoy her passion caused by two or more men without feeling
guilty, that her own husband savours it just as much as she does, because on
the other hand he feeds his lust from the fact that his wife is extremely
desirable to other men and likes to see how her abilities and special charms
drive other men crazy. He knows exactly what they feel when she wanks, blows
and fucks. He knows exactly the feelings that her hands, her mouth or her
vagina evoke on another man's cock. Her rubbing tightness or her expert tongue
leave the unknowing third party no chance against the impending outpouring. A
good wife sharer will explain the anatomy of a cock to her in detail beforehand
and teach her partner how to make someone moan very quickly or how to egde him
for a long time, to bring the pleasure level to the penultimate level, so to
speak. He will be delighted while he lies behind her back facing him, e.g., and
the spoilt person on the other side twitches and screams with sheer pleasure.
The wife sharer is a visually-driven person and enjoys the incredulous
expressions on the other person's face and their unambiguous sounds just as
intensely as his own when the wife's waving head is over his lap and her
skilful mouth music and handiwork seem to feel just as incredibly good on the
new playman she has been given as they do on himself. He suspects and knows
what her skilful tongue and her long, red fingernails can do to the
corresponding points of a tortured cock and craves the climax of his
counterpart. But his own pelvis is already jerking and twitching violently,
because he has already been rubbing the glans on her buttocks against the
smooth, silky yarn of her tights. Our wife sharer is also a nylon fetishist who
loves to bring his pantyhose-wearing wife to other nylon fetishists who don't
have such an understanding partner. Because the desire to shag a woman in nylon
is largely less tolerated by the female sex than the desire to watch her doing
it with someone else! And that's why this man on the other side is now being
given special treatment. The lustful husband knows what's coming when his wife
lifts her head and shifts so that she can kiss the young nylon lover. He
watches greedily as the wide-open mouth closes over the other and shortly
afterwards, he can observe at close quarters how the wet tongues twine around
each other. But he takes his eyes off this spectacle and watches the scene on
the kissed man's lap with rapt attention. There, a firm pincer grip is still
skilfully moving up and down the shaft of the selected large member, but to his
rapture, the husband now watches his wife's sophistication and presses harder
against the silky meshes on her bottom. As the inside of her shiny shimmering
thigh with the fine textures of the tights in the diffuse light of the darkened
room slides over the twitching cock up to the sensitive pores of the exposed
glans, the surprised guest moans loudly and wildly into the woman's oral cavity
and moves as if pricked under this horny attention! The pleasure that all three
protagonists feel at this moment is unspeakable and impossible to describe. The
wife sharer knows what bliss is evoked there in the plump glans flesh, almost
feels it himself on his wife's own jiggling bum and hugs her tightly with his
own passion, massaging her heavy tits from the other side. At the same time,
she lets her thigh circle slowly but steadily on the hard flesh rolling back
and forth and digs her tongue into the mouth, which is wide open with lust. The
young man beneath her moans and grunts with happiness and delight and the
helpful husband decides that the time has come for the condom! He has long
since unwrapped it and now passes it to the other side so that one of them can
unroll the rubber over the splendid giant.
A
short time later, he witnesses his beautiful wife, who is wearing nothing but
black tights open at the gusset and black, high-heeled patent leather pumps
with silver metal heels, this dream come true for every nylon fetishist,
lowering down over a very large, very stiff cock of a young man right next to
him, who is already gliding his unsteady hands right and left along the silky
surfaces of this goddess's thighs, which are also so attractive to him, as his
wife glides impatiently down over a stranger and as his thick glans slowly but
surely disappears into the rosy, shimmering flesh between the open gusset,
triggering quiet but swelling expressions of pleasure from the woman sitting on
it. And when she stared with her eyes, widened with lust and disbelief, into
his and at the same time catches his towering cock with one hand, the wife
sharer almost folds like a penknife with unprecedented lust! And he holds her
hand calm to his throbbing penis so that she doesn't start jerking off and
inevitably make him cum immediately!
Instead,
this happens shortly afterwards to the young stallion who is being ridden hard
and then finally the wifey lets go of him to turn to the waiting husband with a
wet, salivated mouth from sucking and kissing. Smiling mischievously at her
skill, she will lie back on the wide bed with her legs drawn up and spread. Her
high-heeled, black patent pumps press the silver metal heels into the mattress
and her marital lover will want to fuck her through the open gusset while
kneeling between her silky thighs. His hot hands will once again glide with
relish over the black nylon structures on her thighs and then he will place his
arms under the backs of her knees, lift them up, pull her body towards him by
her long legs and, guided by her helpful hand, slowly but steadily push forward
into the heat of her creampied, incredibly wet pussy to lure out the already
waiting orgasm with lustful movements! And while he stares down as if
hypnotised at his wife's loudly moaning mouth, in which a foreign glans has
just experienced endless pleasure, he will also observe the third person lying
next to him, who has never experienced such delights before, who now turns to
her and lies down close to the hot body quivering with lust. Just the thought
of what might happen in a moment, namely that this man might aroused the
writhing woman in order to give her even more pleasure, makes the wife sharer
doubt his ability to hold back his own here for long! And indeed, the young man
now eagerly places a hand on a large breast that is heaving back and forth to
the rhythm of the thrusts and immediately afterwards he bends over it and
presses his mouth over the stiff nipple! This fires up the super-horny wife
sharer to such an extent that his own stiff flesh immediately starts to tingle
and itch without any possibility of control and when he then has to watch and
listen as the man lying next to him, who is now taking care of both of his
wife's breasts, increases her noise level to new heights and she is apparently
already cumming hard, he has to cum too, whether he wants to or not!
The
problem with wifesharing is actually just; how do I get my wife to let others
fuck her too? And how do I find them?
A
week after our car park experience, I woke up in the morning and immediately
felt incredibly aroused! No wonder, because my Sonja was already sacrificially
taking care of my morning wood! Practically out of a deep sleep, I found myself
in the middle of a lustful moan without being able to control it. Her head was
lying on my stomach and my itchy glans was deep in her mouth. I ran both hands
through her long, dark hair and kept feeling her nimble tongue. And I heard her
grunting softly with pleasure. She liked it too. I knew that. I looked in the
mirror that stood in the corner of the room and saw her bare bottom, round and
firm, peeking out from under the duvet and it was moving rhythmically too, and
I realised that she was already working on herself with her free hand. I
groaned out loud as I suddenly imagined that the body in the mirror where her
head was lying wasn't mine at all and Sonja was doing it to a stranger, feeling
and giving out the same pleasure I was feeling right now as her tongue gave my
taut frenulum an artful tremolo, automatically pumping gushes of blood into my
cock with every stroke of her tongue!
Sonja
realised that I had probably been woken up by her extremely successful
application and released my itching glans from her warm lips. The hand that had
just been pampering her hot lap gently wrapped itself around my shaft and
slowly jerked along it. Her face turned towards me, and she looked up at me
lustfully. I savoured the warm look on her face and the passion in it and
looked past her head down at my foreskin sliding back and forth between her
rubbing fingers, from which my intensely itchy glans was bulging out.
What
a wonderful Sunday morning!
Now
her long, red fingernails began to torture my hard flesh like spider legs and a
knowing grin spread across her hot face, which was framed by rumpled, dark hair
and a few strands also fell over her wet mouth, which I imagined had just
sucked a stranger's cock. I moaned loudly again and jerked my pelvis back and
forth uncontrollably. And then, as she slowly but surely slid up, her one leg
over both of mine, opening her centre, which would immediately brush over my
erect penis, she asked me quietly if I really wanted another cock to feel this
now. And then she lowered herself slowly and with relish and my greedy glans
pushed deep into her tight hole, driven by me!
We
both groaned as the vaginal muscle closed around my shaft and then my wonderful
wife straightened up and began to incite our lust with circular movements on my
thrusting pelvis. And while I vigorously took her wonderfully tits between my
gripping hands and massaged them covetously, I answered her, still quite
surprised by this unambiguous question, that she should let others experience
these wonderful feelings that I was feeling in my itching flesh.
And
whether I wouldn't be a little bit jealous if she kissed the other one like she
was kissing me now! And she put her mouth, wide open with lust, on mine and I
gave her my answer with wild tongue strokes. And down below she was now
thrusting unrestrainedly onto my pole and asked me, panting close to my ear,
whether she should do the same to others and what would happen if she came?
And
then she was cumming! Incredibly loud and wild! And I answered her with a huge,
unrestrained jet of my viscous sperm, which suddenly gushed hot and itchy up
through my urethra and made me scream out loudly too!
As
I said, it was a wonderful Sunday morning!
Now
there was just one more hurdle to overcome; how did we find trustworthy men who
wanted to fuck my wife and keep it to themselves? Well, there were certainly
plenty who would like to do that. But would they still like it if I was there?
And would they be okay with the fact that they were just an accessory and only
served to heighten both our desires?
My
wife surprised me again. She said that she would like to drive to this car park
again. Just to scout around and see what was really going on there.
It
was incredible, a charged atmosphere of lust developed between my wife and me.
She now had so much information about us, about my fetishism and now my desire
to share her lust, which also took her into new dimensions. She now thought
about sex very often and she celebrated it too. But only with me so far. It
seemed to me that she was in much more of a mood for it too.
Sonja
actually called me at the office the other Wednesday to give me a tip about the
car park. She had found out on the Internet that Wednesday evenings at this
well-known location were the scene meeting place for this very type of
swingers. I had already suggested going to a real swingers' club, but she was a
bit scared of her own courage. She wasn't at all sure how she would react if we
came across a couple of wife sharers there and I was the one who had to spoil
another woman for the pleasure of her partner. I assured her that I wouldn't do
that if she didn't want me to, but she didn't trust me. Apparently, she thought
the whole thing was a free pass, even if only partially, so that I could cheat!
But honestly, I didn't really think like that. I just wanted to watch HER!
For
my part, I had already put out feelers on the Internet for suitable candidates.
And I thought to myself that there should be enough young men out there who,
just like me, have always been nylon fetishists, but who certainly couldn't
live out this inclination with their young partners. In my youth, I too had
always longed to have sex with a more mature, experienced woman who would
satisfy my desire for this special kind of sex. And so, of course, I
immediately thought of my wife, who had really beautiful legs and who, due to
my lust, wrapped them in desirable tights. And it was very appealing to my
visual stimulation if I could share my wife with someone who not only fancied
her, but also our shared fetish. He would surely get even hornier if my wife pulled
out all the stops on him that a nylon fetishist could imagine. And at
thirty-eight, my wife was in the prime of her life!
It
was already the end of September and still reasonably warm, but it was dark
earlier, so we left home at around 10 pm. And sitting next to me was my wife,
who continued to surprise me even more with her determination to go through
with the sex we wanted together. Because one thing had become pretty clear to
me the other day when she came on me so incredibly quickly at the thought of me
being someone else, she was riding; she wanted it just as much as I did!
In
fact, she was now sitting next to me in a black patent leather coat from the
90s that reached above her knees but had a generous button placket at the
front. I kept glancing over at her shimmering black legs, which she had crossed
seductively. I'm sure it was for my own sake, so that I could get a little
tingly at the sight of her. She wasn't wearing tights, no, she had explained
that to me, it might be disturbing for someone who doesn't like tights.
Instead, she wore black hold-ups, Neon light by Wolford with a beautiful lace
edge, which I stroked with my hand with relish. And she wasn't wearing anything
else underneath! Unbelievable! Of course, the classic pumps from Louboutin in
black patent leather with the red soles that I had given her for Christmas were
a must. Well, actually more for myself.
When
Sonja had stood in front of me all dressed up before we set off, she had smiled
with her mouth painted bright red and replied that she just wanted to see how
she would feel. I asked her, before we turned into the road that led through
the woods with the car park in the middle, how she was feeling so close to our
destination. She actually put her legs together and opened her thighs a little.
She said quietly that I should feel her, and I slid my fingers along her silky
inner thigh, over the lace and the warm, bare skin, until I reached her centre,
which was already completely dissolved! Sonja jerked with pleasure as I gently
massaged her sensitive, swollen areas. It was incredibly hot, and I instantly
got a hard-on! I also took her hand and placed it on mine. Gently caressing
each other, we drove through the night and soon reached the entrance to the car
park, the place of our desire.
When
I think now about the bond that formed between us in those moments at the end
of the journey, so close and trusting, indeed so loving, then I believe that
she already knew what was about to happen.
As
I slowly turned into the driveway, my first thought was to switch off the
headlights, but then I had to laugh at myself because, after all, we weren't
doing anything illegal here. But I stopped again at the spot where we had been
last time. And we didn't see much at first. I switched off the engine and the
headlights went out. You need some time to really recognise the surroundings.
Do
you see anything?" Sonja asked me in a whisper.
"Not
really." I whispered too. But I realised that the reason for this was
probably the uncertainty that was lurking around us and that you can't see. You
don't know when it will strike with the real facts. But clearly no one would
hear us as long as we stayed in the car.
"Not
much going on here, is there?" Suddenly I thought about being able to
drive again based on this realisation and eating my wife alone. It gave me
peace of mind and dispelled the uncertainty. "Shall we drive again?"
"Well,
I'd like to suck you off first and then sit on it, just like last time."
She grinned seductively at me, and I knew I wouldn't mind.
Suddenly
a headlight appeared from behind, the headlights turned into a car, and it
rolled quietly and slowly past us and headed for the other side of the square.
Munich licence plates. Widely travelled car park swingers.
And
then we saw the others! This time the cars were not parked where the Daimler
had been last time, but a little more sheltered in a small indentation. I
counted two cars and the one that had just arrived and was now driving towards
the group with its lights switched off and then stopped right in front of it.
That wasn't such a stupid thing to do with the headlights. Apparently, they
didn't want to compromise anyone who was about to be spotlighted in a clear
act. We watched in silence as the new arrivals got out of the car on the right
and left.
I
clearly saw the silhouette of a tall woman in a dress striding on high heels.
"How
many are that?" my wife asked again in a whisper, and I could hear a
certain uncertainty in her voice.
"I
don't know, maybe five or six, I've definitely seen two women!" Yes, very
clearly! They were squatting in front of two men next to the cars and only got
up when the other one joined them. Other men stood next to them, as if waiting
for their turn.
"Oh
my God!" She realised what could possibly happen here. Giving me a blow
job was certainly nice for her and certainly for me, but a stranger... or
several?
I
looked at her and felt sorry for her. And I felt sorry for everything. What
kind of situation had I put her in? My beloved treasure to be protected! She
wasn't a beast for the slaughter, nor should she be led to the scaffold! But in
any case, she shouldn't have to take every random cock from several blokes in
her mouth.
She
actually looked at me like a young deer about to be shot! But she looked so
horny...!
Her
long, black hair was tied back in a plait. This made her face look narrower and
emphasised her cheekbones. She had applied a little blusher, and her bright red
mouth was shimmering with moisture and her lips were slightly parted. Her
already large, dark eyes were made even more beautiful and seductive with kohl
and a little purple make-up. And I wanted her more than ever before! I put my
hand on the ignition key and wanted to get back home to the cosy bedroom as
quickly as possible, spread her silky legs and lick her extensively until she
came screaming!
Then
she put her hand on mine on the key and said: "Wait a minute. Why don't
you feel it again?" And she took my fingers again and guided them into her
crotch! It was still extremely hot and wet there. Completely dissolved! Sonja
came very close to my face with her mouth and then whispered in my ear:
"I'm so horny, I don't know, I'm so ashamed!"
Then
I kissed her, and her mouth suddenly opened wide, and I felt how aroused she
really was! Her fingers fiddled with my trousers, they were experienced at this
and then I moaned as her firm pincers worked on my flesh. Before I knew it (and
didn't want to stop it!), she dived down and I felt the familiar cosy warmth of
her mouth and her expert actions!
"Oooaahhh...
aaaahhhh!" I could already feel my juices gathering, that's how horny I
was, which I only realised now. "Oooaahhh.... be careful.... aahhh... I'm
about to come...!"
But
that didn't seem to impress her, because she continued to torture my sensitive
frenulum with the tip of her tongue and jerked off faster! She wanted me to
come! Maybe better, then the spook would be over. Did I mention that the wife
sharer can suddenly lose the desire to watch his wife fucking when the sexual
tension has evaporated, i.e., when he has already come while his wife is still
happily giving her best? Then everything after that can be quite a visual
torture. So, the partner should always make sure that the revolver remains
loaded. And mine probably wasn't aware of this rule yet. How was she supposed
to know it? Women tend to have this problem less. And Sonja did her best and
clearly overstepped the mark here!
"Hello?"
Had
someone said something?
"Hello?"
And then there was a knock on the steamed-up window right next to my head!
And
down below, my glans became cold and empty, and my wife's heated face suddenly
appeared next to mine. Her red lipstick had spread widely with her saliva
around her beautiful mouth.
We
both stared through the window into the older face of a grey-haired man with
curly hair. Somehow, he reminded me of Richard Gere. I was still wondering
about this thought when this gentleman made the international gesture of
turning down the window.
I
did it automatically by trying to activate the electrical process, but I
couldn't do it without turning the key. So, I opened the door a crack and said:
"Yes, please?"
Oh
man, how stupid! I heard my wife giggling right next to my ear.
"Er...,
yeah, hi, I'm Paul and I wondered if you'd like to come over to our place for a
bit. We've got some bubbly and, well, a few other things to offer too!" He
laughed a little suggestively and pointed in that direction.
Sure,
and cocks to suck, I just thought. And suddenly felt a firm grip around my own
hard-on again. Sonja seemed to like the suggestion.
"But
we weren't finished here yet!" I heard her reply coquettishly to my
surprise.
The
man was still bent over next to the car and was now looking down at my stiff
pole between my wife's red fingernails.
"Beautiful
nail colour! My wife is having it right now too. She's over there too, by the
way. I didn't mean to interrupt. I was just curious. If you'd rather, do it for
yourselves, that's fine too. Well, have fun. Bye!"
He
said, turned round and walked with a swaying step towards the other swingers.
I
could feel Sonja's fingers slowly continuing to work on my shaft, but she
looked after him and then said: "It actually looked quite nice, didn't
it?"
I
looked at her and she looked at me. Then we both looked forwards again at the
group at the back. Down below, I could still feel her cheeky fingers getting
even cheekier.
"I
want you to blindfold me!"
I
thought I had misheard her, but before I could say anything back, she held a
black silk scarf out to me. "Yes, don't look at me like that, I bought it
the other day. And I've been thinking for days about how I should teach you. I
didn't want to come across as if I was really keen to shag another man."
She grinned bashfully. "But I can hardly think about anything else."
As
she spoke, I rejoiced inwardly. It would work! But I was also realising that
she wasn't just doing it because I wanted to, but because she thought it was
cool to fuck someone else! I would have to live with that from now on when we
took the next step.
"I
don't want to know who it is or what he looks like. At least not today. But
when I think that you're throwing me under the bus, so to speak, it doesn't put
me off, no, it excites me all the more! But you have to be careful, I don't
want to do anything that you feel is wrong. Is that okay?"
When
I think now about everything that has happened since the party back then, when
I watched when I watched our friend stroking her silky legs and I felt how much
it excited me, then I now know better than ever how exciting it is when play
turns into lustful seriousness. I've only really known this since last night,
or rather a few hours ago, and have seen with my own eyes and felt in my glans what
it's like when your wife begs and whimpers in front of you out of lust.
I'm
lying here in our bed again and my Sonja, my marvellous wife, is sleeping
blissfully and completely exhausted next to me. I've been awake for a few
minutes now and Thursday morning is dawning outside. My morning wood has woken
me up and I can feel a slight sweet pain in it, because I had two orgasms not
so long ago. One just before midnight in the mouth of a lady from Munich, while
my wife kept begging me apologetically to forgive her, but she would come and
come! This Paul was standing behind her and shagging her hard! I had the other
exit later in my wife here on this bed.
After
I had tied the silk scarf around Sonja's eyes (just the thought of the sight of
it caused more blood to rush to my aching latte!), I walked round the car, and
she got out with my help. Her make-up was up to date again and her red mouth
shone seductively in the darkness of the car park, precisely because it
contrasted so sharply with the black cloth over her eyes. She still had her
long, black hair tied up in a loose plait so that it didn't fall into her face.
I immediately thought that it would be more favourable for blow jobs. I was
actually thinking about the blow job the whole time, but not about my own
hard-on, which was throbbing quite restlessly in my trousers, which were closed
again.
I
put my arm around her shoulders and led her in the right direction.
What
I saw after a few steps up there by and on the cars unsettled me a little. In
any case, the hustle and bustle had already begun. Sonja asked me excitedly,
but in a whisper, what I was seeing. What was going to happen. And at that
moment we actually heard it.
We
were now about ten metres away from the cars and, strangely enough, I
registered the exact brands of the vehicles lined up like a wagon fortress. A
black Mercedes S-Class coupé was parked right in front of the other two, it was
the one from Munich. Very classy, very expensive. Behind it on my left, with
the bonnet facing me, was a silver Audi, also quite large and expensive, and on
the right was an older model red Golf. The dark forest immediately began behind
the cars. But this information was an automatic scan of the surroundings and
did not distract from the visual impressions that were actually important!
Sonja
had hesitated briefly when she had heard the guttural moan of a rather
unambiguous cry of pleasure. Not one that signalled the final end of an act,
but rather a great pleasure, as if something was penetrating a woman's body
that had been waiting for a long time!
It
must have been the couple on the bonnet of the red Golf.
I
just whispered to my wife that she could go on without worrying, everything
would be fine!
And
I myself was as unsettled as could be! Because now we had been spotted! The two
on the Golf were already too preoccupied with themselves and the other man
standing close by had no eyes for us either, instead he seemed to be focussing
entirely on the moaning woman.
Three
people were also in action in front of the bonnet of the Audi, I couldn't quite
work out exactly how, and the others had grouped themselves around the wide
front area of the Mercedes directly in front of us.
I
quickly counted. Three women and seven(!) men were gathered here playing
clearly lustful games and we were apparently the new appetiser! Or at least my
lovely wife was, because when they noticed us, the men in front of the bonnet
of the Daimler let go of the woman. Their greedy looks unsettled me again and I
was glad that my wife next to me didn't notice them.
We
were all distracted by further, incredible expressions of pleasure that echoed
deep into the forest. The male duo behind of the woman's body stretched out on
the bonnet changed and the other began to generate further, even louder
pleasure with violent thrusts. I saw that the other was standing next to him
with a bobbing cock and was keeping himself in the mood with rapid jerking
movements while he watched the man in action.
Sonja
next to me suddenly trembled and said she would rather go home again! I
realised that it was even worse for her, as she couldn't hear anything around
her other than clear noises. And as if on cue, the lascivious yelling continued
on the Audi on the left. There I realised that a man had moved his head into
the wide-spread silky scissors of the woman lying on her back, apparently to
lick them properly to the delight of her partner!
Now
I knew what I hadn't seen clearly earlier; this woman must have squatted in
front of the two men so that she could take turns giving them a blow job!
Unbelievable! And now it was her turn!
However,
the constellation on the Mercedes in front of us still didn't really make sense
to me.
The woman (wow, what a woman!) had draped herself almost entirely on the bonnet. A chimney red blanket was laid on top. Because of the pointed heels, I immediately thought when I saw the red ankle boots on her long, very long and perfectly shaped legs! And she was wearing a leopard fur coat (I didn't care whether it was real or not!) which, when unbuttoned, revealed her full splendour! Her large breasts, shining white in the darkness, with the red nipples - perfect! And what I then realised, full of lust, made me swallow! This incredible apparition with a pinned-up blonde mane (because of the blow job, I immediately thought!) was wearing nothing but... oh yes... white tights! And from my position, I even recognised the hole in which it glowed a tantalising dark pink! She had one leg up and she ran her slender hand up the nylon and I at once recognised the Ferrari red fingernails. The woman from Munich! A goddess!
The
men around her had apparently only enjoyed the sight of her so far, because
three of them were standing next to and in front of her with open trouser
stalls, wanking off!
Everything
happened in a few moments, but I had completely forgotten about my wife next to
me! She called my name, and I took her by the hand and made her realise that
everything, but everything, was completely fine! I looked at her and only now
realised that she had taken off her blindfold and was standing dumbfounded in
front of the totally crazy scene! Three pairs of strange men's eyes were
staring at her lustfully and the woman on the bonnet was grinning at us in a
friendly manner!
At
that moment, the screaming woman on the Golf came violently and told us with
unabashed clarity. Now I realised that it was the man from Munich who was
giving her a hard time. Everyone, including Sonja, looked there in shock and
then this Richard Gere charmingly pulled himself out of the writhing woman and
left the final rest to her partner!
What
Sonja and I then got to see made us groan softly! The biggest cock I had ever
seen was sticking out of this gentleman's trouser fly! And my wife probably did
too! And it shimmered wetly in the moonlight and bobbed threateningly.
As
I lie here at dawn, rubbing my throbbing rod for minutes now, I realise that
I'm going to come again if I keep thinking about the rest! But it's just too
tempting not to.
This
smart man, with the tail of a devil, walked towards us and didn't seem to mind
in the slightest that everyone was just staring at his outstanding splendour!
And he walked straight towards Sonja. I watched my wife from the side and what
I saw gave me a brief pang, but then the all-consuming realisation dawned on me
that my wife was about to be fucked in front of me! She seemed to be more than
aware of this, and, to my astonishment, she was taking all the necessary
precautions! Even before this person had reached us, who incidentally was only
looking at my wife, she had unbuttoned her patent leather coat and it slipped
to the floor the moment he grabbed her head with a firm hand around her neck
and pressed his large, wide-open mouth onto hers! At the same time, he pulled
her in the direction of the Mercedes, on the bonnet of which the woman quickly
made room, knowing full well what scenario her partner was about to organise!
And without much ado, this Paul turned my Sonja around, almost threw her with her
naked belly onto the red blanket and immediately and mercilessly penetrated the
lubricated, twitching gate from behind without much hesitation!
I
hear this scream, this lust, fervently and from the whole depth of a horny,
beautiful woman's body, over and over again!
My
glans begins to itch between my fingers! The experiences begin to take shape in
my head cinema! I can still see myself standing there, frozen, five metres away
from the unbelievable event and am still surprised at how I took in the sight!
My cock was almost bursting in my trousers! I see my jerking wife's long,
black-clad, splayed legs, challenged by heavy thrusts, pressing hard into the
forest floor with her black, high-heeled Louboutins! And I see the greedy hands
of this Paul, who first grasps her buttocks with relish to hold my screaming
wife in position and then runs them up her slim body and kneads her heavy
breasts from behind! And I can hear her screaming again and again and I'm
hornier than ever!
And
I'm already cumming! I squirt loudly and without control between my rattling
fingers and when I come round again, I look directly into the grinning face of
my awake wife.
"Well,
did you have fun?"
I
smile nervously and guiltily, but quickly realise that she didn't think it was
bad at all.
"My
dear darling, you cum a lot in the last few hours!"
And
then she grasps my engorged member, straightens up and before I know it, she is
sliding over me. I feel all her heat as she slides effortlessly down my glans,
and I flinch as her firm vaginal muscle closes behind it. And then she begins
with clearly enticing thrusts. Prompting thrusts, demanding her own orgasm! And
I hope that my rod stays still for as long as this lasts! And I put my hands on
her bouncing bum and am immediately thrilled again! She's still wearing the
skin-coloured tights she put on before we went to bed late at night and I
fucked her in them with unbridled lust and wild images before my eyes! And I
can't control myself any longer, immediately the same impressions of last night
flood back into my cinema and while my wife moans with lustful exertion right
by my ear, clutching me tightly and concentrating on her coming orgasm, I see
myself walking past the intensely copulating couple on the Mercedes, without
taking my eyes off them for a moment, I watch my wife's naked, twitching body underneath
this well-dressed animal as it stands behind her, half lying on top of her,
powerfully driving into her with all its might to drive her to even more
intense sensations and louder screams. I see myself walking as if in a trance
to the driver's door and then suddenly I'm sitting behind the steering wheel
and looking lustfully into the face of my wife, distorted with incredible lust,
directly in front of me on the bonnet, who, when she notices me, screams
continuously: "Oooohhh... it's so gooood... aaahh... honey... I'm sorry...
aaahh... I'm cumming again... I'm cumming... I'm cuuummmmiiinnngggg...
aaaaaaahhhh!"
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhh...
oooooaaaahhhhh... yyyaaaahhhhhhh...!" Sonja is already cumming again, and
I can feel that my strength is still there and then I throw her around and ram
her with all my might and fervour! I also want to show her how well I can nail
her! She wraps her long, silky legs around mine and claws at me while she comes
screaming once more! Then she's done, but I continue to hammer my hard rod into
her unperturbed! She stares fixedly into my eyes while I try to cum again,
moaning loudly. And then she takes my face firmly between her hands and keeps
repeating: "Imagine... you're fucking her now... yahhaahh... come on my
love... take her... harder... faster... oooaahh... imagine I'm her... yesah...
cummmmm... aaahh... do... aaahhh... take her...!"
And
I see in front of me this Munich luxury woman, imagine I'm lying between her
white pantyhose legs... see her mouth... see her breasts in front of me when
she suddenly sat down on the passenger seat next to me... still feel her
fingers opening my trousers and remember how I also looked out apologetically
at my whimpering wife... then this red mouth came down to me... slid itself
incredibly sweetly over my glans... I can still see the happy expression in
Sonja's eyes when she realised this, before they finally broke in a final
orgasm and then I squirted off into this hot depth... we both came at the same
time... last night!
"Aaaaahhhh...
cuuummmm... yaaaaaahhh... me again too... cuuummm... aaaaahhh!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
And
now we cumming back at the same time at dawn.
