Mature Intimacy & Seamed Stockings

Preface

Hands up if you like sheer stockings? You do? So do I. And I expect my husband will continue to enjoy them into old age too. This story reflects why couples with different sex drives should never give up. Sex can adapt and grow in any loving relationship.

Disclaimer

All characters are over 21. All characters consent to events in the story.

Prologue

Eleanor and James are both retired and enjoying some time to themselves. Eleanor's sex drive may have dipped but she doesn't weaponise it. She knows her husband's kinks and chooses to work with them. A low-impact sex life is still a fulfilling sex life.

Mature Intimacy & Seamed Stockings

Eleanor showers before their Wednesday night ritual. They like to keep the evening of the first Wednesday of each month, free for this. Eleanor knows it will keep James, her husband, happy.

The mirror in their bedroom will allow Eleanor to make sure her stockings are straight, later. James prefers straight seams down the back of her stockings too.

Tonight's choice is a beautiful pair of sheer grey stockings with a small loop at the top, where the seams stop. Eleanor keeps her stockings in a small fabric divider in the top drawer of the unit beside her wardrobe. James knows where they are. Any other time during the month, James can take the stockings from the drawer and use them as he sees fit. That's their agreement.

The agreement started seven years ago when they were both sixty. Eleanor's sex drive dried up and when she lost interest in sex. She loved James but she no longer needed penetrative sex.

Eleanor looks in the full length mirror by the window. The early evening sun is about to drop over the horizon. She will hear James's footsteps climbing the stairs soon.

She towel dries her long silver hair and leaves it loose. After thirty years in education, most of it as a head mistress, Eleanor enjoys her retirement with James.

Eleanor lifts her book from the bedside table and leans back against the headboard, naked. Her smooth, shaven thighs lie apart on the bed. Her pussy is a bushy garden of pubic hair that runs wild at the edges. James likes it that way. He makes few demands of his wife in the bedroom. A full bush and smooth shaven thighs are all he needs from her.

The floorboards on the landing creak and James opens the bedroom door.

He crosses the floor to the drawer where his wife keeps her stockings.

"I already got some out." Eleanor says.

"Oh. Alright. I see." James says, smiling at her choice of stockings. He loves stockings. He always has. Ever since they were first married, James loved to see his wife in seamed stockings. It made his day if she wore them in heels. Any heels would do but the higher, the better.

Heels were part of their play for a while. In the first year after Eleanor decided she no longer wanted James to penetrate her, she wore a selection of heels. James adored them all but had a special liking for a pair with gold sparkles and a two inch platform. They were as clean as the day they bought them in a shoe shop on the high street. Eleanor never wore them outside. Not even once.

James used the heels to masturbate while they played. Eleanor would push the arch around the base of his cock so they pressed against his balls as he masturbated. His cock was no where near his wife's bushy cunt but it made him cum thick wads every time.

Ever since her hips started playing up, Eleanor cannot lift her legs as well and prefers not to wear shoes. They are too heavy to lift. James doesn't mind. He loves stockinged feet too. Eleanor always keeps her toe nails painted. Her immaculate toes often end up splashed with James's cum at the end of one of their Wednesday evenings.

James has his mind on his wife's hairy pussy tonight. But first, he needs to slide her stockings over those painted toes. She will need a suspender belt too.

Eleanor has two suspender belts. The white one is plain and robust, made for every day use. The black one is pretty and is better suited for teasing. James chooses the black set. They should go well with the sheer grey stockings. She slips the suspender belt around her waist and settles back.

James works the sheer material of the stockings. His fingers stretch the sheer nylon until they sit bunched up with a flourish, ready for his wife's delicate toes.

The stocking slips over toes and down, over the arch of her foot. He gathers the slack and pulls, so the sewn-in heel and sole of the stockings take their place. He takes a moment to straighten them before admiring his work.

Eleanor licks her finger and turns a page in her book.

James grazes the ends of his wife's toes with a kiss. He adores the sensation of her toes, encapsulated in nylon, against his lips.

Eleanor glances past her book and smiles. Her husband is worth it, even though she has little interest.

His eyes drift closed as he commits to his shameless worship of his wife's feet. Eleanor is blessed with high arches. They add to the appeal.

James slips the stocking all the way up his wife's calf and thigh. He takes his time fastening the clasp at the front. His fingers work and inch from Eleanor's bushy cunt. His cock stiffens as he concentrates. It is too soon for her bushy pussy.

Gathering her other stocking, he slips it over her toes and heel. He stands up and steps back. His cock is hard already.

He strokes his old dick as he looks down at his wife, lying with her legs apart. The gap between her thighs affords him a view of the folds of her cunt through the jungle of pubic hair. The soft pink of her labia glisten in the light from the bedside lamp.

He reaches over and fastens the suspender clip for her other stocking. He dips down and runs his tongue between the soft folds of his wife's cunt. Eleanor squirms when he catches her clitoris.

"You ready?" Eleanor asks.

"I am, yes. Thank you." James says, stroking his cock.

Eleanor slides off the bed and stands by the post at the bottom, book still in hand.

"I want the seams nice and straight." Eleanor says, looking over at the mirror, ensuring she can see.

James reaches down to fasten the last six clips on her eight strap suspender belt. Eleanor demands the seams lie in line with the rear-most clips. It's her rule.

When they began this play, for James's benefit, he often came at this point. His excitement won through. Seeing his wife in eight, ten or twelve strap suspenders made him cum on the spot. James never suffered from premature ejaculation until they played like this. for James, this was as good, if not better than penetration.

All eight clips fastened, Eleanor lies back on the bed, her book spread open in her hands. She lies with one leg on the bed and the other at the edge.

James lowers his balls over her stocking foot by the edge. His dick is thick and ready to spurt cum over his wife's ankles and calves.

"May I have your cunt tonight?" he asks.

Eleanor peers around her book.

"Yes. I suppose." she says, "Will it take long?"

"I will try and be as quick as possible." James says, lifting his wife's legs up and cradling her calf in his arm.

He nudges at her bushy cunt with the tip of his old cock. His precum glistens in her pubic bush. He squeezes his shaft to avoid cumming there and then.

Her cunt is warm and wet as he glides inside. This is as much as she allows. An inch. No more. And only once. He must finish himself.

His balls lie on her full bush as he works the tip of his cock. Eleanor clears her throat as she turns another page. He knows it will be over soon. It always is. It never takes him long to cum when she wears her eight strap suspenders for him.

He lifts his wife's foot to his lips and licks the arch of her sole, savouring the texture of the woven nylon. He dips his cock into the crack between her folds and rocks back and forth on her cunt, in a sawing motion. She allows this too. Well, she never stops him. Maybe she enjoys the stimulation on her clit.

He presses his dick harder and hears his heart thumping in his ears. His cock spasms as he paints Eleanor's belly with a single sliver of white seed. His old cock oozes but doesn't spurt a second time. Not like he used to.

"Is that it?" Eleanor asks, as James catches his breath.

"Yes. It is, dear." he says, wiping his cum covered tip in his wife's bush.

This only creates more work for him and he knows it.

"Lick it off." She says, in her usual indifferent tone.

"I will. Of course." James says, licking his seed from his wife's bushy cunt.

"Good boy. And make sure my cunt is clean. Especially my clit."

So, that 's my story about Eleanor and James and how they navigated growing older.

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