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NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 06 Nov 2002 15:59:58 EST
Subject: {ASSM} Sarah, Cindi and Jeff (MFf, pantyhose)
Date: Wed,  6 Nov 2002 22:10:02 -0500
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Another attempt. Comments are welcome to strigoi13@hotmail.com


 Sarah, Cindi and Jeff 

 Let me start with a little background. My wife and I have been
married several years and have always had a healthy, active sex
life. Nothing kinky, but certainly not dull. We've always shared
our fantasies, which are relatively tame and we've always been
honest with one another regarding what we would or would not be
open to. Now, I have something of a pantyhose   stocking fetish
and my wife has always been kind enough to indulge me it. That's
about as "wild" as we get: no third parties, swinging or anything
of that nature. Having said that...
  
  My wife Sarah's best friend Cindi was in town for the weekend.
I work evenings, so Sarah and Cindi had Friday night to
themselves. When I got home around 11:00pm that night, I found
them both more than a little tipsy, drinking wine and watching
some soft core porn on the satellite. Neither one of them drink
often and they were laughing and giggling like a couple of
teenagers when I walked in. Sarah greeted me with a big kiss and
a hug and told me to join them in the den...and to bring another
bottle of wine. Now, my wife has always been adamant in her
denial of any desire to engage in even the tamest sexual
experimentation with another woman, so the scene didn't really
send any signals to me. I was expecting a few hours of drinking
and laughing ending with me helping my wife up the stairs to pass
out in our bed. 
  
  For a while, all went as expected and aside from the skin
flicks on the tube, there were really no sexual overtones. The
two of them got a little looser and I was feeling pretty mellow
myself when they started whispering and giggling with one
another. A few moments later they both burst into laughter and
left the room. I was calling out to them, asking what was so
funny, but they only continued to laugh loudly and tromp up the
stairs. I didn't think much of it at the time.
  
  A short while later, they both reappeared in the den wearing
short skirts and...pantyhose. They plopped down on the couch on
either side of me, still carrying on like the joke was on me. 
  
  "What in the world are you two doing?" I asked.
  "Well Jeff", Cindi replied between hitching laughs, "Sarah told
me about your little...secret!"
  
  I was shocked. My wife had actually told her friend about my
fetish? I could hardly believe it. I was puzzled and more than a
little embarrassed. 
  
  "Oh? And what secret is that?", I asked as straight-faced as
possible.
  "Pantyhose!", they squeeled in unison.
  
  Before I could deny anything or even reply at all, they were
both rubbing their nylon clad legs against me, tickling my ribs
and tussling my hair. 
  
  At this point, everything still seemed innocent enough and I
must admit that I found the whole situation funny too. Straight
away they both plopped their feet in my lap and started wriggling
their toes and calling for foot massages. I was happy to oblige,
having just enough male idiocy in me to think that maybe
something more was going to happen after all. 
  
  We sat their for a bit, me rubbing their hosed toes and feet,
them giggling and cooing like they were in heaven. As things
calmed down, Cindi asked about my attraction and I explained as
best I could. I told her that I enjoyed the way they felt on my
wife's legs and that with pantyhose, her "nether regions" were
there, but still sort of inaccessible. We laughed and joked and I
was enjoying the attention even as my hopes for some sort of
encounter were fading. That didn't stop me from attaining a
raging erection, though. 
  
  Eventually, Cindi excused herself to the ladies room and left
me alone with my wife. I immediately began to give her a hard
time about telling Cindi my "secret" and asking why in the world
she had done it. Sarah replied that it was all harmless and that
it had "just come up" in their conversation. I wasn't really
upset (and my dick was still hard as a rock) so I told her that I
forgave her but that she owed me...big. 
  
  Sarah kissed me deeply and begged me not to be too upset. I
returned her kiss and pulled her close, sliding my hand slowly up
her thigh until it was brushing her crotch. 
  
  "Now Jeff, behave", she said. "Cindi might come back any
moment."
  "I don't care", I told her. "You can't expect me to behave
after driving me crazy like this!"
  
  I kissed her again and let my hand slide across her crotch and
I could tell that there was nothing between me and her pussy but
the pantyhose. I moaned at the discovery of her lack of panties
and slowly fondled her as I placed small kisses upon her neck and
face. Maybe it was the wine, but she began to respond
immediately. I could feel the moistness as she became excited and
I lightly caressed her clit while she returned my kisses. 
  
  By now, all thoughts of Cindi were lost and we began to kiss
and fondle one another with abandon. I reached around her waist
and slipped her blouse over her head. She offered no resistance
so I quickly undid her bra and let it fall away. My mouth found
her hard sweet nipples while my hands continued to manipulate her
now soaking pussy. She slid easily onto her back and I kissed my
way down her body until my lips found the wet crotch of her hose.
We were both turned on in the extreme.
  
  I continued the attention to her pussy and soon she was moaning
and wriggling her hips in response. I stood and unbuttoned my
pants, kicking them off with abandon and her soft hands found my
cock. She began to stroke me slowly as I stood there and then
pulled me to my knees beside the couch. We fell into a somewhat
awkward but enthusiastic 69 and she wrapped her legs around my
head drawing my mouth harder onto her wet cunt. I was just about
to rip the crotch from her pantyhose when the light dimmed and I
saw Cindi standing in the doorway. She didn't say anything, but
simply stood watching and biting her lower lip. 
 
   What was I supposed to do? I didn't know if Sarah had seen
Cindi's return and my dick was on a mission. I winked at Cindi
and ripped the crotch from my wife's hose. 
  
  I dove in with earnest now and began licking and nibbling my
wife's soaking pussy. The situation seemed to heighten my
arousal.
  
  Sarah pulled my hips around and began to suck my dick, kissing
and squeezing my balls in her own special way. To my surprise, I
saw Cindi slip off her skirt and begin to rub her own pussy
through her pantyhose. 
  
  What had we gotten into?
  
  After several minutes of going down on one another, my wife
whispered in her sexiest voice:
  
  "Dear God, fuck me. Now."
  
  That was all the encouragement I needed and I quickly mounted
Sarah, sliding easily into her wetness. She moaned and we started
to fuck harder, faster. My cock plunged deep into Sarah's sweet
pussy and our hips ground together in a steady rhythm. 
  
  Cindi walked slowly over to the couch and sat down beside us,
leaning back onto the couch and spreading her legs wide as her
hand began to work her pussy. She watched with wide eyes as my
dick went in and out of Sarah. She inched closer until she was
near enough to actually smell our scents and she began to moan,
pushing her hand down inside her pantyhose. She was masturbating
feverishly and by now there was no doubt that Sarah knew that she
was there. It didn't seem to matter to any of us. 
  
  Sarah came in a rush, calling my name, bucking wildly as the
orgasm coursed through her body. As she lay there quivering I
pulled my cock out and with a few quick strokes I was shooting my
cum across her body, splashing Cindi with the hot semen as well.
Cindi practically collapsed in a breathless heap as she came, her
fingers slowing a bit with every spasm until she was finally
still.
  
  We all lay there, no one speaking for what seemed like an
eternity. At last, Cindi kind of giggled and mumbled something
about getting to bed. My wife and I watched as she stood and
stumbled out of the den. Sarah and I looked at one another with a
kind of perplexed expression and then fell off the couch giggling
and shaking our heads. We gathered our clothes and headed
upstairs, neither of us knowing quite what to say or think. 
 
  The rest of the weekend passed without incident and no one
spoke of our little escapade. But Sarah and I relived the moment
over and over for some nights to come. It was an amazing
experience.  
  



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