The International Nylon Fetish Club Part 2

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The International Nylon Fetish Club Part 2I convinced my wife to join the INFC so we could find another couple to share our nylon fetish fantasies with. We set up a profile with our preferences – looking for a mature nylon centered couple who enjoy the good life – fine dining at upscale restaurants; traditional cocktails; old school RHT nylon stockings or ultra sheer pantyhose. Must be fit, height/weight proportionate, attractive, well dressed and impeccably clean. Hubby welcomes other cigar smoking men.We also search the site and we found a few close matches but they one was in Europe, another Australia and only one far across the US. We waited and watched for any interest until one day it happened – an inquiry from a couple in Las Vegas. We accepted the inquiry and learned that the couple, Deanna and Stan were in the mid 50s. He was an attorney and she was a court reporter who of course wore nylons/pantyhose everyday to work. Stan had a similar desire to my own to see another man shoot semen on his wife’s sexy pantyhose legs and feet. We exchange photos including several of our wives wearing nylons, heels and not much else. It was apparent that Deanna was quite striking and very sexually centered on nylons as a magnet for attracting other men. Stan loved knowing that his wife was being carefully but discretely watched by the male attorneys she was surrounded by day in and day out. She almost always wore a skirt or dress as she sat before her her stenography machine carefully listening and recording every spoken word in the room. She sat with her knees together with the hem of her dress or skirt a few inches above. When she re-positioned herself for more comfort she would sometimes slightly part her legs enough so that the seams around the gusset of her sheer suntan pantyhose were visible for just an instant, a sight that did not go unnoticed by the seemingly bored lawyers surrounding her.After a few email exchanges, we made telephone contact to arrange for a meeting. Las Vegas seemed like the perfect venue so we agreed to travel there for a long weekend of nylon based fun.We agreed to meet at one of the lounges at the Bellagio Hotel across from the Paris where we were staying. None of us had much difficulty spotting one another canlı kaçak iddaa as our wives were looking divine in stunning short cocktail dresses and glossy sheer pantyhose with eye popping sexy, strappy, dressy high heels showing their gorgeous pedicured feet under nylon. Stan was looking classy with a high end pair of wool flannel sharply creased slacks with a sharp sport coat over an expensive well starched dress shirt. It was almost like we were looking in the mirror at ourselves.We found a secluded table in a corner and began to make small talk while waiting to order cocktails. Neither I nor Stan could keep our eyes from the blinding shine of our respective wives’ sexy, sheer pantyhose and they both knew it. I saw them glance at each other with a sly, coy smile as they each crossed their shining legs giving us both a clear shot of their sexy nylon covered pussies. Even the sound of their nylon encased legs as they move across each other hissing with sex, was undeniable.Stan and I talked a little about our respective legal careers. He was still practicing. I retired from it years ago. We shifted into a discussion about our mutual obsession with nylons – how we got started, how we met our wives and so on. Our wives seemed to be hitting it off pretty well although I noticed they were a little uncomfortable about the way Stan and I were engrossed in conversation, so I looked at Deanna and said “those are lovely pantyhose you’re wearing. What kind are they?” She blushed just a bit and revealed they were Platino Cleancuts which of course were the same brand my wife was wearing. That of course was an ice breaker and the four of us jumped into a discuss about the best looking and feeling pantyhose as well as where to buy them. Stan wasn’t one to one upped as he complimented my wife on her sexy legs and her entire outfit which was simply stunning.At long last, our cocktails arrived and it was pretty obvious that everyone needed a drink to ease our nervousness in this somewhat awkward circumstance. After ordering another round, the conversation was flowing well beyond talk of nylons and sex as we talked about how we met our spouses along with travel, family, dogs, wine, restaurants, clothes and shoe shopping and even tipobet sports. Turned out Stan and I were both avid baseball fans and we liked to go shoe shopping with our wives helping them slip sexy shoes on and off while seeing and touching their sexy nylon covered feet as they tried on pair after pair.We all began feeling the effects of our cocktails and things began to get interesting. The tease was on. Both of our wives knew very well why we were there and what we expected. The cool thing is we would have befriend this couple even if our meeting wasn’t all about our mutual interest in nylons and pantyhose. They were fun, interesting and very attractive.Our wives, who were sitting across from us, started the show by hiking up the hems of their dresses a little higher than would be respectable giving us each a clear view of their sheer nylon covered thighs. They would take turns crossing their legs but while doing so, giving us both an exaggerated upskirt view of their pantyhosed pussies. Neither of them were wearing panties under their sheer to waist glistening pantyhose so it was easy to catch a glimpse of their respective pussies for just an instant. They would also alternate touching their own nylon encased legs, pretending to adjust their pantyhose. At one point, Deanna dropped of one of her shoes to straighten the seam of her pantyhose across her impeccably pedicured toes.Stan and I egged them on with suggestive comments and compliments so that it almost became a competition between our wives as to who could do something sexier than the other. My wife uncrossed her legs and sat back in the settee couch across from the two chairs Stan and I were sitting in. She lewdly parted her legs and sat their grinning at both of us as we each enjoyed an unobstructed view of her sexy nylon covered pussy. I was beside myself with arousal and wanted to pull out my cock and jack off right there. I think Stan was thinking the same thing.Deanna noticed the show and was not about to be upstaged as she uncrossed her legs and stretched them out in front of her resting them within inches of our cocktail glasses on the small table that separated the ladies from the men. He dress rode up as she likewise leaned back into the settee tipobet giriş so that her pantyhose pussy was equally visible to both of us. I could feel precum oozing from my semi erect cock and I suspected Stan was experiencing the same thing. The sexual tension was electric and growing just like our erections.After a couple of drinks, I excused myself to use the restroom. I was pretty bombed as I made my way toward the men’s room in an utter state of sexual arousal. I wondered what might transpire between Stan and the two ladies while I was gone.When I returned, I learned that Deanna openly commented about her husband’s visible erection making a tent in his expensive woolen slacks. She had removed one of her sexy high heels and was openly rubbing her nylon foot over his growing erection. My wife was obviously uncomfortably but otherwise amused by this visible display of public sexual play. I smiled and tried to look composed by I was within an inch of grabbing and adoring Deanna’s sexy nylon foot.To keep things from getting too out of control in public, my wife invited Deanna to accompany her to the ladies’ room. Deanna slipped her shoe back on and the two of them strolled off toward the restroom leaving Stan and I alone to discuss what had happened and what was yet to come. We both complimented each others’ wives on their sexiness and looks. I told him I was about ready to jump on Deanna’s nylon foot as it was rubbing his erection inside his trousers. He told me he wanted to rub his cock on my wife’s nylons until he came all over them. I told him I couldn’t wait to see that happen and that I hoped my wife would be game for just that. When our wives returned, we all agreed it would be a good idea to get something to eat to help counter the effects of three rounds of cocktails. We wandered over to an Italian restaurant not far from the lounge. We asked for an out of the way table so we could continue our conversation and the rush of the tease.We were seated at a secluded corner table. As we were handed menus and ordering cocktails, I felt the unmistakable silkiness of nylon toes inching their way up the cuff of my trousers. I looked at my wife but she was engrossed in conversation with Stan as Deanne listened in. As I looked her way, she turned slightly with a sexy grin letting me know it was her foot that was touching me. My wife wasn’t doing the same thing but I noticed Stan’s hand resting on her nylon thigh as they continued talking with each other.Part 3 coming soon.

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