(16 Feb 2026, 23:09 )Alice Wrote: (16 Feb 2026, 21:19 )SteveR311 Wrote: Beginnings
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well written. Would like to hear more.
Beginnings 2
I met my wife in 1977; I was 19 she was 17 and a virgin. I couldn’t say that as I had fully embraced any and every opportunity during those intervening years. This girl was different and I had no intention of mucking this up and losing her. As our confidence in each other and love for one another grew so did our intimacy and a sexy, naughty side to our relationship developed.
We were invited to a 1950’s style dance where we were required to wear period clothing. To complement her pencil skirt and high heels I suggested that stockings would complete the look and so the following weekend at the local department store, I bought her first pair of stockings and suspenders. The floodgates were now opened with my then girlfriend nearly always wearing a variety of different stockings when we went out. We married, had a family and you would expect, the kids took preference. Our love life was very much on the back burner but as the kids became teenagers their independence grew, and we had more time for ourselves. It was whilst in our thirties that pantyhose stepped up from day-to-day apparel to being a source of great fun.
We were out with friends at a restaurant when excusing ourselves to go to the toilets, my sole purpose on this occasion was to find where they were, unfortunately. They were upstairs and so as I followed her up, she flicked the back of her skirt up to reveal her nylon covered legs and bottom but with no panties, followed by a cheeky grin as she looked over her shoulder, turned to face me a gave a full eye level view of her nylon covered pussy. This was a first and the subsequent fun once home that evening made sure it would be regularly repeated, including when she wore stockings.
Next was the further trimming and then complete removal of her pubic hair which she had always kept neat but now was non-existent. The naughty side of her which for the past few years, not surprisingly as we had a young family, had disappeared suddenly reemerged and we took full advantage. Whenever we had the opportunity for naughty fun, we took it. Topless sunbathing in just a thong at one of several nearby beaches, discreet flashing always as if she was being careless or it was accidental are just a couple of examples of the several different ways, we had put the spice back into our love life.
Over the years we have a great deal of fun visiting and buying from different stores checking out their hosiery sections with Wolford Seamless Fatal becoming a firm favourite for both of us. A while ago whilst having some fun I asked what it was like to wear pantyhose, she did no more than go to her knicker drawer, pull out a pair of barely black pantyhose to match the pair she was wearing and threw them over to me. WOW the feeling of wearing a pair of her pantyhose took me back to the excitement I had experienced as a fourteen-year-old, stood in the bathroom, surrounded by nylon, hand wrapped in a pair of discarded pantyhose wanking. It felt so good and naughty.
Since then, we have both worn pantyhose during some of our fun sessions but not on a regular basis. My wife isn’t a great fan of me wearing pantyhose and so rather than spoil it, a couple of times a year sometimes more is fine by me. I’d rather enjoy and make the most of those occasions than be overdemanding and lose them. The whole experience from the sight of us both naked except from the waist down in barely black pantyhose and then the feelings as we lay together, hands stealing underneath the nylon, roaming everywhere and playing with each other to making love is exceptional.
However, that doesn’t mean that I do not wear pantyhose, when and if the opportunity presents itself. The best and sexiest experience was when my wife was away in Paris for the weekend and so rather than be home alone, I booked an overnight stay in Folkestone as there were several museums in the area I wanted to visit. Having driven there and made a couple of visits on Saturday, I found and checked into the B&B I had organised for that night. Once settled I decided to have a wander the town and book a table for later that evening. Whilst out the thought suddenly occurred to me that this would be an ideal opportunity to wear some nylon.
I called into the local branch of a supermarket I know had quite a decent range of hosiery and proceeded to buy a pair of black hold-up stockings and a couple of pairs of black pantyhose. Once back at the B&B I showered and dressed. Along with my white shirt and navy-blue jacket, I wore Levis with my black pantyhose on underneath and of course no underwear. I decided to forego socks, and brown shoes completed my ensemble. I felt so excited, naughty and slightly slutty in a strange way. If only people knew, what would they think etc. etc. I called into a local pub before wandering over to the restaurant across the road for a very enjoyable meal.
The feel of my nylon clad legs inside my jeans was amazing and I was having so much fun within my own sweet world. When I went to pee in the gents, having to extract my penis from within its nylon encasement was a whole new experience and added to when another guy came in and stood next to me to pee. Did he look, I have no idea but, in my imagination, he looked over and noticed the nylon. I went for a walk along the seafront before returning to my B&B and spending the night in my pantyhose and having several very enjoyable wanks.
It was whilst peeing with the guy standing next to me that a new train of thought entered my mind. I’m straight and have always been but at that moment I wanted him to look at my dick whilst I was wearing pantyhose and suddenly a curiosity stirred in me that has only grown since then.
As I stood naked in that room at the B&B in Folkestone, except for my pantyhose, I wanted to show off. I looked in the full-length mirror and liked the way my bum and dick looked whilst encased in nylon. I started to imagine that the guy I had noticed in the gents a few hours earlier had indeed looked at my dick and noticed the nylon of my pantyhose. I wondered how I would react and found myself masturbating at the thought of this guy looking at me now as I stood there in just my pantyhose, dick in hand.
I had never looked or thought about another man in a sexual way. Yes, I thought David Cassidy was good looking and so too George Michael, but never in a sexual way. Suddenly I wanted to know what it would be like to watch another man wank, cum and what was really becoming very attractive to me another guy in pantyhose enjoying himself. I started to look for and so found on the internet pictures and videos of men wearing pantyhose, stockings and girly knickers some having the fun or doing what I hoped they would be, wanking.
I then started to wonder what it would be like to be a participant rather than a spectator. To watch each other, to actually wank each other, watch him pee and perhaps whilst both wearing pantyhose only or occasionally stockings for our penises to come into contact. I read on this forum a couple of posts where other guys have experienced the same or similar emotions and have allowed their imagination to run wild, and they gave me the inclination to also make a posting.
I’m in my late sixties and have in the past couple of years or so discovered the pure joy that wearing pantyhose, and occasionally stockings, privately, can bring. Although I have plenty of sexy, naughty fun with my wife who I might add has lovely, shapely long legs, even in her mid-sixties, and includes a bit of discreet flashing and a lot of going out without knickers, having something that is just mine to enjoy, doesn’t and hasn’t done us as a couple any harm. Harmless fun as far as I’m concerned.
Obviously, I am unable to shave my legs as that would draw unwanted questions from a no doubt very surprised wife. Although I consider myself straight, I would definitely say that I have become bi-curious over the past couple of years but really only where men in hosiery are concerned. I’m Joe Average in the dick department; I can’t and won’t falsely pretend that I’m hung like a porn star. I prefer men with a foreskin as being like that myself, I suppose it’s what I’m used to. My favourite colour pantyhose/stockings are barely black, followed by black then nude. Wolford Seamless Fatal are both mine and my wife’s my favourite brand.
I have no idea at the present time when the next occasion to wear pantyhose will arise but no doubt it will and when it does, then I will and enjoy every minute of it. The odd occasions that I have had have been great, harmless fun. One Saturday a few weeks back, I had the day to myself as my wife was meeting friends in London and after dropping her at the station in the morning, I knew I wouldn’t be picking up until much later that evening. Once safely dropped off, a trip to the local superstore followed where I purchased a pair of pantyhose which I soon changed into at home. I spent the rest of the day out and about wearing nylon before changing out of them once home that evening and then picking my wife up.
I have been honest with my recollections, thoughts and views and if you want to know anymore, feel free to ask.
