High Debate

For those of you who know me, you know that I'm very much a hosiery-wearing woman. The only time I'm not wearing hosiery is when I'm taking a bath or showering, though I've worn it in both situations before.

Last night, my husband and I had a romantic evening out. I dressed to impress: a short, flowing, spring-like tank dress, a pair of open-toe wedges, a cover shawl, and a pair of sheer suntan pantyhose, sans panties, of course.

Arriving home after work, an Uber was waiting. With no time to change, both my husband and I entered our ride.

At the restaurant, we were seated in a small booth at the back, which was quite romantic. It just so happened to be under a ceiling fan. It was chilly, and my husband could see my nipples poking through the material of my dress. Of all days, I probably should've worn a bra.

After several glasses of wine, I felt my body warm, and the chill faded. Dinner was delicious. We opted for an after-dinner cordial for dessert, then hand in hand, we exited the restaurant.

On the ride home, we kissed and touched each other like giddy, horny teenagers. Just making it into our house, he had my shawl off and the thin straps of my dress off my shoulders. It's no secret that when I drink, I get very loose and let my inhibitions down. Pulling out his vape, we each took several hits. Smoking grass puts me on my ass, lol.

Not even making it to our bedroom, we were going at it hot and heavy in our living room. My dress was on the floor, and I stood naked except for the sheer, silky suntan pantyhose I'd worn for the last few days. My husband is a huge fan of aged intimates; freshly worn doesn't excite or turn him on as much.

Pouring two large glasses of wine, he walked toward me, naked, his cock jutting from anticipation of what was to happen. Making a romantic toast, each of us took a large gulp, then we put our glasses down and embraced each other. I giggled as his cock poked at my nylon-encased thigh as we kissed. Our tongues explored each other's mouths, tasting one another. We hit the vape pen a few times, which I knew I'd later regret.

My husband pushed me back onto the couch, where I fell back, giggling. With my legs in the air, he grabbed my ankles, bringing my silky, sweaty feet to his face. Believe it or not, the smellier the scent, the better for him. His willing mouth kissed the soles, then engulfed my sexy, pedicured toes. For those who've never had their toes sucked, you have no idea what you're missing.

I may sound like a stuck-up bitch, but having my toes bathed by a willing mouth gets me so wet, I could enjoy it for hours on end. I'm sure he could smell my excitement, for next he spread my legs wide, one leg draped over the arm of the couch, the other bent and on the floor.

Between my legs, he knelt, lifting the one free leg over his shoulder as he buried his clean-shaven face between them. Another amazing feeling is having your pussy worshipped through a sheer nylon crotch. The sensation of wet, silky nylon rubbing on an engorged clit and a very wet, willing pussy is incredible.

After a few minutes, he brought me to a most satisfying orgasm. Standing up to pull down my pantyhose so he could finish in me, I told him he needed a condom, as I was between cycles.

Not happy, he muttered, "Forget it. Fucking with a condom is senseless. It's like using a dildo." "Don't be silly," I said. "So you don't want to fuck me unless it's without a condom?"

"Let me get this straight," I said, before taking another hit of the pen and a big gulp of wine to wash down the burn, then passing it to my husband.

"You think that a penis in a condom is like a dildo, so in essence, if a guy wanted to fuck me, as long as he wore a condom, it would be okay, because it's like a dildo?"

Exhaling while forming smoke rings, he coughed and laughed, handing me the pen again. After a long hit, I gulped more wine. "Well?" I asked.

"Yes," my husband said, not quite sure if it was the wine or the weed talking. He took a huge hit and leaned in to shotgun it into my sweet, wine-tasting mouth.

"We need another bottle of wine if we're going to debate this shit," I said.

As soon as I got up, I think the effects started to hit me. Feeling in a state of euphoria, I took another bottle from the wine rack. Looking for the corkscrew, I noticed the lights at our neighbor's house were on, and why I did what I did next still leaves me amazed to this day.

I sent a text to our neighbor's son, who was home from college and had been mowing our lawn, telling him if he was up, he could come over to get paid.

By the time I found the corkscrew and, admittedly, struggled to open the bottle of wine, I received a text that Luke would be over in ten minutes. I grabbed another wine glass and the bottle of wine and headed into the living room.

Placing the bottle of wine and the extra glass on the table, I went to the bathroom. I returned wearing a short, silky robe and a pair of my husband's sleep shorts.

Sitting down, I filled our glasses and asked for the pen. I took a very big hit and bent toward my husband, locked lips with him, and exhaled into his mouth while my hand found his hard cock.

We both coughed and giggled. There was a knock at the door. I handed my husband his sleep shorts and told him to answer it. As he put them on, he looked at the clock and saw it was after 10 p. m. "Who could it be at this hour?" he asked.

Just as he was opening the door, I said it was Lucas; he's coming to get paid. Then the door opened.

Before Lucas could say anything, I skipped over, telling him to come in and not be shy. "You're here just in time," I said, "to settle a debate we were having. Please come in and sit."

My husband stood at the door in his boxers, as if in slow motion, confused about what was happening, for Lucas was already inside while he hadn't even closed the front door.

"Would you like a glass of wine?" I offered, Lucas being of legal drinking age, of course. I felt him looking at me in a sexual way. When I leaned forward, he might have caught a glimpse of some cleavage and possibly the teeny-tiny cotton crotch of my pantyhose.

Sitting back on the couch, one leg tucked under my butt, I handed Lucas his glass of wine. Taking a big sip, he asked what the debate was about.

I took a huge hit from the pen, passed it to Lucas, sat up, and shotgunned it into my husband's mouth. Getting up and leaning over Lucas, who was on the floor, he definitely caught a glimpse of my nylon-encased thighs, ass, and some hanging boob.

It wasn't until I plopped back on the couch that I realized the tie on my robe was loose, and my robe had slid up. My husband broke his exhale, pointing to me while coughing. "You're, you're..." he couldn't say it. At this stage, we were both pretty fucked up. I sat there telling Lucas he needed to catch up to us and to finish his wine while handing him the pen.

Just as Lucas turned to face me, the look on his face said it all. My husband tried to tell me but couldn't get it out. I looked down to find both of my breasts exposed and my hairy nylon pussy totally on display.

I couldn't pull it down to correct it; I would need to stand up, untie it, and redo it. Acting like it was no big deal, while taking me all in, Lucas asked what the debate was about.

Filling our glasses, I reached over to my husband's, Lucas's, then my own. I took a hit of the pen and passed it to Lucas. He took a large hit, then handed it to my husband.

Leaning back, eyes closed, I exhaled. My lips were covered by a mouth, and before I opened my eyes, I was taking a hit from Lucas. I looked over at my husband, who was nodding off.

"Lucas," I said in a slurred voice, "the debate is just this." Not sure if my words were making any sense or how they were coming out.

"Would you say that having sex with a condom on is like or the same as using a dildo?" I asked Lucas. Taking a big hit from the pen, before exhaling, his face had a mischievous grin. "I've never used a dildo," he said seriously.

Looking over at my husband, whose eyes were open yet stared at us in a comatose state, I said, "Stephen said that using a condom suffocates the sensation and is the same as using a rubber dildo."

"I suppose," said Lucas.

"That said, I must agree with Stephen," he continued. "Fucking--I mean, having sex with a condom on--prevents the skin-on-skin sensation that bonds the couple during fucking--I mean, having sex."

"Oh, stop it, Lucas, you can say fucking! We're not that old or frugal," I said as I gently pushed his head with my nylon foot.

Turning his head to face me as my foot was just leaving his head, he grabbed my ankle gently and said, "Get your stinky feet away from me." Acting hurt, I said, "My feet don't smell," and brought one foot to my nose. Doing so left my crotch fully exposed for him to stare at.

Sitting on the floor, his head level with my crotch, I could almost feel his breath as he said something that appealed to my senses at the time. "I'm only teasing; your feet smell incredible."

Calling out my husband's name, "Did you hear what Lucas just said to me? He said my feet smell incredible," I slurred. Looking at Lucas with lust in my eyes, I said, "He also agrees with you that fucking with a condom is like using a dildo. You men are all the same," I said, as I got up to use the bathroom.

Pulling my pantyhose down to pee, I found the crotch soaked. Everything around me blurred, my body feeling a numb sensation. I couldn't believe how wet I was and how horny I was.

Using a small pair of trimming scissors, I cut a hole in the wet cotton crotch of my pantyhose. I was going to ride my husband as soon as Lucas left.

When I returned, Lucas had poured both himself and me more wine and was now sitting on the couch. Stephen was snoring, totally passed out.

"Oh, Lucas, I think I'm done drinking for tonight," I said. Lucas took a hit of the pen, leaned over to shotgun it into my mouth, and with my reflexes slow, he managed to do so without resistance.

My head was spinning, and everything was running in slow motion. I tried to cough but found his tongue in my mouth. We broke the kiss, and I immediately gulped a huge sip of wine.

In a state of euphoric bliss, I managed to stand up, asking Lucas to leave. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm sorry for kissing you." "It's not that," I said. "It's late, and we need to go to bed," I lied.

I felt his eyes all over me. This young, hard-bodied guy, just old enough to drink, was taking in all my beauty, undressing me, imagining what it would be like fucking me.

"I-I have a dild--I mean, I have a cock, and I'll wear a condom if we can, you know, settle the debate."

Ever so flattered, I put my hand out to his and said, "Let's go, hon." Instead of walking him to the door, I found myself walking him to my bedroom. With my eyes wide shut, a sway in my walk, I couldn't even see if the lights were on or off.

I fell back onto our bed, the feeling like being in a cloud. I felt his hands below my waist; he was untying my robe. Sitting me up, sliding my arms out, I was now totally naked except for my pantyhose.

My body shivered as I stared at the blurry vision of Lucas, anticipating what was going to happen next. He undressed himself, now totally naked. I could just barely make out that he had something in his hands, then I heard a tearing sound.

Feeling the bed sink as Lucas climbed in, I felt his hands exploring the cut hole in the crotch of the pantyhose. Under any other circumstances, I wouldn't be with another man, and I would find myself embarrassed about how wet I was. At this moment, I couldn't care less.

With his strong hands, he spread my silky nylon legs, poking his fingers through the hole I made, tickling my pussy, tearing the crotch of my pantyhose, exposing me fully.

Next, I felt the weight of his naked body on mine, the recognizable feel of a penis touching the wet, swollen lips of my pussy. With a slight push, the head of a penis much thicker than I've experienced penetrated my wet lips, followed by about eight inches of thick, latex-covered shaft. "OMG," I blurted out.

This kid, just old enough to drink, was packing a long, hard, thick nine-inch cock and had my wet, mature pussy creaming on it. He hadn't even broken a sweat, and I was about to cum. Positioning himself on his knees, he held my silky nylon legs open by my ankles. He brought my nylon-encased feet to his face when earlier he had joked that they were stinky. Now he was licking and kissing the soles of my silky feet. Taking several deep, inhaling breaths, appreciating the scent from extended wear, he next engulfed my nylon-pedicured toes, gently biting and sucking on them.

Lost in bliss, the sensation of his warm mouth bathing my toes felt absolutely amazing. My body stiffened as the height of an orgasm hit. I'm not going to lie: the feeling of being filled by this long, thick, hard cock and literally fucked into the mattress, as they say, was pure, raw, animalistic, taboo, leg-shaking, the best sex I've ever had. Of course, I can't tell him that, for his ego would blow up as big as his long, thick cock.

Letting go of my legs, he leaned his body on mine. His mouth found my breasts, and he licked and nibbled on my nipples, pulling them with his lips. For me, nipple and breast play is the switch to my clit. His mouth then found mine, and before I knew it, our tongues met each other's, kissing like lovers.

Our kissing came to an abrupt end as he withdrew, then pumped himself deep into me, bottoming out. I cried out. His mouth covered mine, smothering my cries as he fucked me hard, both hands holding and digging into my ass cheeks.

"OMG, ugggggggggggggh, fuckkkkkkkkkkk," I cried. My silky legs closed around his waist, locking my nylon feet. I was cumming, and this one was so intense I didn't want this fucking to end. I matched each thrust with grinding and bumping my hips. I raised my ass off the bed with each thrust to take him as deep as possible.

It was at that moment that I may have decided to agree with both my husband and Lucas that fucking with a condom is like fucking a dildo. I can't imagine what fucking him raw would feel like, for fucking with a condom was amazing--definitely not something I would ever consider doing.

His hand found my head, and he leaned in and brought me in for a kiss. We made out while he ever so gently rolled and bucked his hips. Leaving my mouth, he found my breasts, taking turns between them, while holding my arms back over my head as he slowly and sensually fucked me.

"Ooooh, ahhh, ohhhh, fuck me," I started cumming, and unlike the other two times, he didn't stop. He kept going, licking and playing with my nipples while he gyrated his hips and ground himself deeper in me.

"Ahhhhhhhhh, fuckkkkkkkkkkkk," I cried, turning myHannah my head back and forth like I was possessed, thrashing my hips. My orgasm continued. I opened my eyes and saw my husband standing in the doorway, naked, jerking off.

I have no idea how long he was standing there, what he saw, what he heard, or anything. Nor did I care; it was too late. I couldn't bring myself to stop the unbelievable fucking our lawn boy Lucas was giving me.

The exhibitionist in me wanted to put on a finale for my husband. I started moaning, unafraid of waking him. "Fuck me," I said in a sultry, hoarse voice. "Yessss, fuck me with your long, thick 'condom'-covered cock."

I didn't think I could get any wetter. Having my husband watch as I was getting the fucking of my life intensified the moment. I took every single stroke this stud gave and even fucked him back as he pounded me.

Lucas brought his mouth to mine, and we sensually tongue-kissed each other while he slid a hand under my sweaty nylon ass. He tore the drenched pantyhose further, allowing his hand access to my ass. Taking the sweat and cum from between my ass crack, he found my asshole, inserting a finger.

The sensation of my pussy filled with his long, thick cock and now a finger in my ass was just too much. His mouth smothered mine as his finger went in and moved about. My legs spread and bent at the knees, the heels of my silky feet sliding with every stroke. I was going to seriously lose it. My muffled cries were hidden by his mouth, gagging me with his tongue, which only caused him to fuck me harder.

Without breaking stride, he rolled me onto my side. My husband had the perfect view of this stud's long, thick cock plunging in and out of my hairy pussy and a finger buried in my anus, framed by torn suntan nylon pantyhose.

When Lucas noticed Stephen, he paused mid-stroke. They made eye contact, and then he began fucking me with a vengeance. My husband stood witness as a much younger guy with a hard body, packing a long, thick nine-inch cock, was fucking his wife's hairy pussy.

It was too much, hearing me moan and scream vulgarities as I orgasmed and came on someone's much bigger cock. My husband moved closer, stroking his cock with precum. The smell of sweat and sex filled his nostrils. Seeing the cream on his adversary's cock as he withdrew on each deep stroke was just too much.

Hypnotized in a sexual trance, witnessing his wife's pretty pussy being stretched and filled, Lucas's cock disappearing between her hairy lips, gripping his cock with each stroke.

"Harder, yessssssssss, fuck me harder, yeeeees, ahhhh, fuck yea," I felt my pussy clamp tight on the long, thick cock impaling me. I grabbed hold of the hair on his head and the blanket below me. I came so fucking hard, I think I pissed myself. I opened my eyes and couldn't see, for all I saw were stars. I felt a warm spurt of cum, then another few drops on my thigh, which I could make out from my husband, who was now holding his now-softening limp cock.

Rapid pounding, long, hard strokes--I felt the last engorged stroke deep, then a sudden rapid heartbeat of Lucas's cock cumming and filling the latex condom encasing his cock. I was both happy that the fucking was at an end and sad that his fucking me was over.

Lucas rolled over, and his long dick slowly slid out. It was so wet, as if he had come in me. I was breathing heavily, my nipples swollen, my poor pussy red and sore, legs shaking, and I felt flushed. Never, ever, ever have I been fucked like that in my entire life. "Phew, Lucas, you're amazing," I said as I glanced down at my lower body, for I felt numb.

I looked at my husband, who looked like I felt. His gentle smile made this entire night complete. I blew him a kiss and said, "I must agree with both of you that fucking with a condom is like a dildo."

*** We may need to try this again; I'm still not sure. The end.