Chapter Three - Episode 12: Sheer Ecstasy
(Published on Monday, April 27, 2009)

This story was submitted by Blueboy.

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My wife seldom wears black pantyhose, much to my dismay.  I like the ‘slightly darker than nude’ she normally wears, but I also like opaque ones in deep colors, especially black. So I was surprised when we dressed to go out for a nice dinner, and she appeared in opaque black stockings. We had a nice dinner and enjoyed the ride home with a pleasant discussion on our favorite topic, the theatre.

It was past nine when we got home, and we watched a bit of TV. By 10 p.m., we were ready to retire. I made coffee, locked the doors, and turned off the computer before going to the bathroom and getting ready for bed.  

It was a warm evening so our bedroom window was open. As usual, I used the small bathroom adjoining the bedroom. I left the bathroom light on and door open, so it cast enough light for me to see while I changed. My wife had grabbed her night clothes, and gone to the larger bathroom off the hall.  

Because it was warm, I wore my Champion shorts, which are loose fitting, baggy legged, and comfortable, and an oversized tee shirt. I pulled all the covers off except a light weight blanket and sheet. The ceiling fan was on low just to move air around a little bit. I climbed into bed, and stretched out on my back. As usual, I was at a slight angle with my feet almost on my wife’s side of the bed to give them more room.

I heard the bathroom door open, and as my wife came thru the hall to our bedroom, in the light of the hallway I could see she did not have her normal sleepwear on. She still had on her black pantyhose, and over them she had some little loose fitting pinstriped, drawstring shorts with a tank top. She left the hall light on with the door open, and went around the bed to her side.  She pulled the covers back, but instead of climbing under them, she climbed into bed and sat with her feet together, knees together, and bent, with her butt near my hip, and her feet near my head.

“That was a nice dinner,” she said.

“Yes it was,” I replied.

She said, “I noticed you looking at my legs from the moment we left the house. When I came back from the restroom at the restaurant, you were looking at them again, and in the car you could barely take your eyes off of them.”

“Yes, they look very nice,” I said and quickly followed with, “they smell nice, too.”

“I perfumed them just a little,” she said. “See?” She added as she put her right foot on my face with the toes brushing my lips and almost touching my nose. I inhaled deeply, and they smelled wonderful.  

“They’re soft and silky, too.” She said. “The expensive kind.” She rubbed both of her feet gently on my face, one on each side of my nose. “I see you like that,” she said. I felt her hand gently caress my now raging hard-on as she straightened it out in my shorts.

Then she put her hand inside my shorts through the leg openings and gently, with her fingers, caressed my balls for a few seconds. My hard-on was now standing straight up.

Her feet became more active, but ever so gentle. She was careful not to touch my eyes as they caressed every part of my face, head, and neck, working independently, and together.

This went on for the better part of 15 minutes. Every few minutes her hand would caress my hard-on through my shorts a little more, and periodically play with my balls. At one point, the sole of her left foot caressed my brow, and the bridge of my nose, while the toes of her right foot brushed past my lips, and into my mouth.  

I sucked and nibbled on them a bit until they left. Then her feet massaged the sides of my head and ears in unison. The combination of the smell of the perfume, the softness of the stockings, and the sound of the sheer fabric brushing over my ears was incredible. Combine that with her hand occasionally playing with my dick and balls, and I was lucky to not lose my load right there, especially since the lights from the hall and bathroom allowed me to see everything those delightful feet were doing to me.

Then I think she sensed I couldn’t stand much more, so she withdrew. She scooted backward on her butt, and away from me. She pulled my right leg toward her, hopped over it, and sat between my legs. With her hands behind her on the sheet, and her elbows locked for support, her feet found their way into the leg openings of my shorts. Those silk clad peds began to play with my dick and balls in every imaginable way.  

First, she used her sole of one foot on the shaft, and the ball and toes of her other foot on my balls. Then she spread her knees so that the sole of each foot was against my manhood, with the shaft sandwiched between them. She moved her feet fore and aft in opposite directions. All this time she was very gentle.  

Then she had them together more firmly with the only gap between her arches, which was filled with my dick pointing to the sky in celebration. Together she pushed them forward slowly until the head of my dick disappeared between her arches and soles. TThen she pulled them back, and it reappeared. She repeated this stroke several times.  

It was light enough that I could see wet spots on my shorts from the pre-cum. Then she stopped and lowered her left knee almost to the mattress, and positioned her foot between my dick and my abdomen with her sole and arch toward my dick. The sole of her right foot pressed my dick against the sole of her left. Then they pushed forward in unison until the head of my dick had once again disappeared between her soles. She repeated this motion, careful to keep the head of my dick between her soles. Then I felt her hand on my balls, caressing and squeezing them.  

Her motions were more purposeful. My breathing became more shallow and rapid. I began to hump in rhythm with her feet, but she never allowed me out from between her soles as they continued their constant stroking. As I began to cum, her feet clamped down on my dick, and held it firmly while her hand squeezed, and held onto my balls firmly. I continued to hump against her pressure, and ultimately, I bridged and held my breath. When I relaxed, her feet held their position. Then when I went limp, her feet caressed my dick, and I realized she was using them to wipe all the cum off me.

When she withdrew them, she stepped out of bed, removed her shorts and top, but left her pantyhose on. She climbed back into bed, turned toward me, and used her hands and feet to push my shorts down off of me. I was glad to be rid of them, as they had absorbed their share of cum.  

When I was clear of them, she rolled onto her back, and pulled me on top of her. My face was on her abdomen, and she pulled my head up toward her breasts. I kissed, caressed, massaged and sucked her nipples until she got hotter than hot. After a short while, she pushed my head down to her womanhood. I took the not so subtle hint, and kissed, licked, and caressed her clit with my tongue and nose. It was now that I realized she had no panties on!  I doubted that she went to dinner without them, so she must have removed them in the bathroom.

I was getting hard again thinking about this. Her pantyhose was soaked and slippery. She began to hump against my face. Then I felt her legs go over my shoulders, and her ankles clasped behind my back. Her thighs squeezed my head tightly between them with my face firmly entrenched in her dripping womanhood as she humped my face for all she was worth.  

It was a good thing I got a breath first, as she had me squeezed in so tightly, I could hardly breathe. My head was in a scissors lock, and her hands on the back of it pulled me firmly into her. She humped it for nearly 30 seconds until she came in an earth shattering climax.

Her legs relaxed, and her ankles unclasped as she laid spread eagle with my head still laying on her as we both scrambled to catch our breath. As I caught mine, I realized I was lying on another raging hard on. I pushed up onto my knees a little. When I did, she brought her feet together under my stomach, and felt with her soles that I was hard once again. She massaged it a little bit to make sure it was for real.

Then she pulled them away, and sat on the edge of the bed. As she peeled off her pantyhose she said, “I know this could take a while, and I’m tired, so we’re going to do this the surefire, dependable, and quick way.” When she was clear of her pantyhose, she reached in the nightstand, and took out the warming oil.

She handed it to me, and laid on her right side with her knees bent, her feet together behind her, and with her soles positioned to receive oil. I began by applying a generous stream of oil under her toes, one on the meat of the toes, and the other under the knuckles. Then I ran 2 generous streams length wise on the sole of each foot.  

Her feet went into motion quickly to get the oil onto me before it ran off her feet. First she used each foot lengthwise on my shaft while lightly rubbing the oil on. Then all 10 toes went to work, gently rubbing the oil from their undersides onto my balls. Her feet worked quickly, and I could feel the warmth of the oil and the constant light friction of her feet. Oh, my God, this was incredible.

She shifted her feet into every possible position to get the oil distributed, and worked onto me. My shaft had already turned a deep red. Then she positioned her feet side by side, with her soles cupping my entire manhood, and pinning it against my abdomen. Then they worked up and down against me in opposite directions like two pistons of an engine. My dick had now turned a familiar deep purple, and I pulled back a little.

Then she pulled her feet away, and placed them in position to receive more oil, side by side on the sheet. I laid one generous stream under her toe knuckles, and this time just one stream lengthwise on each sole, near the inside from the ball over the arch to the heel.

She rubbed her soles together just enough to keep the oil from running away. Then the toes of her right foot pinned my dick against my abdomen, and began stroking it up and down while the toes of her left foot went to work on my balls. Experience taught her that this position would finish me quickly. I could see my dick turn deep purple. I could feel the intensified heat from the additional oil. I could feel my balls tighten for the pending explosion.

As soon as she heard my low and forceful groan, “Ohhhhh,” her feet quickly shifted side by side, pressing my dick against my abdomen, heels on its head, and toes on my balls, and made firm strokes together in concert with my thrusts as I came forcefully and uncontrollably.

“Give me more,” she encouraged as I continued to thrust. “That’s the way,” she said. “My feet want more.”  I couldn’t count how many volleys there were, but finally I came to my last thrust, and held it. Her feet stopped, and pressed firmly against me.

When my body relaxed, she shifted to her back, placed her left foot between my abdomen and dick, and with the side of the big toe of her right foot, she pressed it firmly against the base of my shaft, pinning my dick against her left sole. Then she slowly and firmly drew it up to the head. She repeated this 2 more times, squeezing out every bit of jism before we drifted off to sleep.