The slutty wife who loves to wear stockings 01 (Wife and mature adult novel)

My wife is a woman who pays more attention to the quality of sex, but I didn't notice it at first. My wife likes to wear stockings and high heels. Usually she just wears pantyhose and ordinary high heels, but sometimes when she goes out to play, she will change into some sexy suspender stockings and so on.

I also like stockings, but I have never let my wife satisfy me because I was afraid that she would laugh at me. But the facts proved that I was wrong. I gave the best enjoyment to other men.

My wife is not a very flirty woman, but even the most honest woman can cheat sometimes. My wife used to have the desire but not the courage to do it. Every time she went out dressed sexily, people would approach her, but she had never slept with anyone (at least that’s what she told me). But later she met a music producer. Because my wife has always wanted to be a singer, she resolutely took time out from her job to practice singing and became very familiar with the music producer. I have also met that man and he has a pretty good image.

At first, I would sometimes go to accompany her or pick her up from school, but later I became busy with company affairs and stopped caring about it. Suddenly one day my wife came home and told me that a music producer had found a company for her to work as a full-time singer. My wife was so happy that she was busy working on her image every day.

My wife also told me that the music producer was very nice to her and gave her a lot of clothing suggestions (including stockings). My wife knows how important the sexy charm of stockings is to sensible men, so I saw that my wife no longer just wore ordinary pantyhose. Once I saw her wearing suspender stockings, which was very sexy.

Just at this time, bad luck happened. I had to go out of town to solve a problem in the branch office. I felt a little uneasy before leaving, but there was nothing I could do. I was out of town for two and a half months and I called my wife often, but sometimes she didn’t answer the phone because she said she couldn’t hear me in the recording studio. The rest of the time her singing career seemed to be going well, but she never mentioned the music producer again, which made me increasingly nervous, and I always felt that something was not right.

Two and a half months later, I returned home, but I did not inform my wife in advance. If I had gone by the date I said when I left, I would have been two days late. When I got home, I saw that the house was tidy, with some clothes scattered on the bed, nothing special; and my wife must have been practicing singing or something, because she didn't answer the phone when I called her.

That day was a Saturday. My wife often used the weekend to practice singing. She could only practice for a few hours on weekdays, but on weekends there were no other singers, so she could practice all day. So I went to the recording studio to pick her up with a calmer mindset.

When we were almost at the recording studio, my wife sent me a text message saying, "Honey, I'm sorry, I was practicing singing and didn't hear you. I've finished practicing and am about to go home. I'll call you when I get home!" I thought, I had finished practicing, so I didn't go in, because I had to register to enter, so I just waited at the door.

But after waiting for a long time my wife didn't come out, so I checked in anyway. I came to the recording studio on the top floor, but I saw that the iron gate outside the door was locked, which meant that someone was inside, but they were recording, so please do not enter. But I still couldn't help it, because I felt more and more that something was wrong, so I slowly took off the lock, entered the door, came to the door of the recording studio, slowly pushed open a soundproof door, and went inside.

I could only see half of the studio from where I was, so I moved on, ready to see the scene with the frenzy of pre-stimulus excitement. I still had a glimmer of hope in my heart, but I was soon disappointed because I saw a second pair of stockings, this time two long stockings scattered on the music stand.

The pair of stockings hanging there brought in lustful energy, filling the originally serious recording room with lustful smells. I gritted my teeth and decided to quickly see the entire scene inside, so I quickly moved and stood right in front of the large glass.

I was stunned when the scene inside appeared before my eyes. I saw the back of a man on the edge of the grand piano, his pants pulled down to his ankles, and his hips constantly thrust forward. There was obviously a woman sitting on the keys of the piano in front of him, but because the piano was covered with a lid, no sound was made, and because of the soundproof glass, even if there was any sound inside, I couldn't hear it.

But I could see the pearly glitter on the woman's legs, which was the texture of her stockings that I liked.

The woman was wearing black pointed high-heeled sandals on her long legs. The man held her thighs on both sides of her waist, lifted up high, with her calves hanging down, swaying sexily with the frequency of the man's impact.

The woman wrapped her arms around the man's neck, but her face was blocked by the man's body. All that could be seen was her lower body thrust forward to meet the man's thrusts. I held on to the last glimmer of hope that a miracle would happen and that the woman was not my beloved wife, so I moved my angle left and right to look, but I couldn't see the woman's face.

During this period, the man thrust forward very quickly, making the woman tremble all over. She hugged the man's hands and squeezed them tightly, her nails almost sinking into his skin. It often took a while for her to get her arms around his shoulders again. It seemed that the woman was in climax. The crazy live sex show they were performing in the recording studio actually made me a little impulsive.

Suddenly, the man seemed to have reached his climax. He lifted the woman up and hugged her, and her body was immediately suspended in the air. Then, a situation occurred that made me completely lose faith: I saw the woman hugging the man's neck tightly with her arms, her long legs in flesh-colored stockings resting on the man's waist, her high-heeled shoes wrapped around the man's waist, and her body moving up and down under the man's fierce fucking.

My wife was moaning lasciviously while licking the man's ear with her tongue; the man kept fucking her while stroking her beautiful legs in stockings. That pair of beautiful legs that have never worn sexy suspender stockings for me are now being played with by others. My wife, who has always been well-behaved when having sex with me and says "thank you" to me every time she has an orgasm, is now enjoying the pleasure of being played with by a man, and is willing to make obscene and provocative movements.

My wife never wears stockings when we have sex, but at this moment, she was having sex with another man in the recording studio while wearing such sexy suspender stockings; the two pairs of used stockings placed aside might be what she was going to use to tease the man during the second sex; the recording studio that my wife mentioned as a place for practicing singing has now become a sex room for them to have secret affairs.

I don’t know how many times they have committed adultery here. I don’t know if my wife was taken advantage of because she felt lonely due to my business trip, or if she had already been crying when I told her I was going on a business trip. I was thinking blankly while watching her continue to be fucked wildly.

The man held my wife in his arms and walked around in circles in the recording studio while fucking her. His movements obviously became faster, and my wife's thighs were shaking constantly. Because of the constant change in my perspective due to walking, I could clearly see the man's big cock thrusting in and out of my wife's vagina. The white semen had covered both of their genitals, and my wife's labia had turned dark red due to extreme congestion, tightly wrapping around the man's cock as if unwilling to separate.

When we went around twice and returned to the piano, my wife seemed to have reached another climax. She kept moving up and down on the man with satisfaction, shouting obscene words that I couldn't hear. The man thrust a few more times, and his wife tilted her head back. A large amount of semen gushed out from the junction of the two, and then his wife collapsed limply in the man's arms.

At the same time, the man also began to ejaculate. He pressed my wife against the piano lid and thrust in and out of her vagina frantically. After a few strokes, he lay on my wife without moving, with only the muscles in his buttocks twitching, transporting a large amount of semen that he had been holding back for a long time into my wife's body.

Perhaps it was his hot semen that stimulated my wife to wake up. She hugged the man tightly as if she had found a life-saving straw, wrapped her limbs around his back, pressed her vagina against his lower abdomen, and swallowed the man's cock deeply into the end of her vagina, allowing her uterus to fully receive the baptism of another man's semen.

I couldn't believe that this lustful woman in front of me was my wife. I felt that I couldn't bear it any longer, so I took a few steps forward and opened the soundproof door of the recording room. Suddenly, obscene words rushed into my ears: "Oh... It feels so good... Fuck me... Harder... Touch my stockings... I wear them for you... Ah... Make me feel good, make me feel good quickly..."

I only opened the door halfway and never wanted to open it again. I stood there, continuing to listen to my wife shouting out the most familiar yet unfamiliar, stimulating and obscene words of a man from her petite mouth, continuing to listen to the slight "sizzle...sizzle..." sound when the man ejaculated in my wife's vagina, and continuing to look at the stockings hanging on the microphone stand in front of me (they were covered with semen, obviously this was not the first time today).

After the man ejaculated, he was still reluctant to pull his penis out of my wife's vagina. He kept pumping it vigorously before it completely softened, so that the junction of their genitals continued to make a "puff, puff" sound of fluid mixed with semen. My heart was pounding. I wanted to rush in and beat that man up, but I also wanted my wife to have sex with me in such a lewd way. The feeling of humiliation and sexual impulse in my heart at this moment were so real, the contradiction made me at a loss!

I gently closed the soundproof door of the recording studio, moved my painfully hard cock in my pants to a comfortable position, then turned around and quietly left this unforgettable place.

Ever since I found out that my wife was having an affair with another man behind my back, my life has changed dramatically. Everything is no longer as simple as before. Although I am very angry, we have feelings for each other after all, and this kind of husband-wife relationship cannot be easily severed, so after a period of protracted battle, we still have to return to our daily lives. But what happened before made our relationship very distorted, and a lustful nature was constantly expanding in our hearts.

Finally one day, my wife and I had a long talk and talked about the topic of sex that we had always avoided. Although I was angry that my wife betrayed me, I did get unprecedented stimulation from it, and she got the same benefit, so we actually reached an agreement.

I think there will no longer be pure emotion between us, only pure sexual desire. We are all trapped in a life of self-burning. We enjoy this life and never get tired of it. No one has the courage to consider

The future between us. We started to play various sex games. My wife performed various acts of seducing others, and I was satisfied with this perverted sexual stimulation.

The more unfaithful my wife's contact with other men, the more excited I become. Every time I can make her experience orgasm again after she has an affair. We even go out of town to play. When my wife releases her lustful nature in front of strange men, and when I see my wife being fucked to death by other men, I often get so excited that I can't help but ejaculate.

That day, my wife and I were strolling on the street. My wife was wearing a short skirt and high-heeled sandals. Her black bra was visible through her flesh-colored shirt. She was not wearing any underwear and was wearing flesh-colored pearlescent pantyhose. She walked on the street, leaning against me, but her eyes were teasing all the men who looked at her. I saw it all clearly, and my wife must have been getting more and more excited. So, at a street corner, near a bush, she deliberately dragged her legs against the branches. As you can imagine, a big hole was torn in her stockings.

In front of many passers-by, my wife said she wanted to buy another pair of stockings, so we went to a lingerie store, which looked like a sexy lingerie store. There were all kinds of seductive goods inside. My wife naturally chose a pair of very eye-catching stockings. She chose a pair of flesh-colored stockings made of pure nylon silk, with a thin line on the back of the legs extending to the heel of the stockings. This is a typical dress for prostitutes in movies.

My wife bought it with a slight blush, and immediately changed into the pair of silk stockings that represented debauchery in the dressing room. The shape of garters was revealed through the thin skirt, and the top of the socks was only slightly higher than the skirt. As long as she squatted down, the garters would be exposed. My wife excitedly whispered to me, “I’m nervous.”

Not long after we walked out of the lingerie store, several men came up from behind and looked at my wife, and she was extremely excited. My wife told me to separate from her and follow her because she was going to take action. So I turned around and went into a shopping mall with her. After a quick walk around, my wife walked away alone with seductive steps and her high heels tapping on the ground. I followed her about ten meters behind.

My wife didn't walk fast, but she gradually turned into a road with fewer people. I noticed that a middle-aged man in a suit followed her in. I also followed carefully and saw that the middle-aged man kept staring at my wife's legs. My wife slowly walked into a cafe and the man followed her in. I found a place where I could see her just in the right place.

My wife sat there, drinking coffee, waiting for the man to approach her, and she seemed very satisfied with him. After a while, the man took the initiative to start chatting with my wife. My wife had an open posture and her legs were not completely closed. The man knew that she was an easy prey, so he launched an offensive, started making erotic jokes, and touched my wife.

From their actions, I could tell that the man was definitely talking to my wife about the sexy stockings, and my wife was not shy about stroking the knee part of the stockings herself. The man whispered a few words to my wife secretly, and my wife agreed to something reluctantly. After a while, the man and my wife walked out of the cafe.

My wife was standing outside the door and called me, but I didn't answer. This was our secret code, meaning she was going to take the man to the hotel we had booked. I immediately went out and got into a taxi, and watched the man take my wife into another car.

I arrived at the hotel first and went to the room. I scattered many pairs of my wife's stockings on the bed and chair, which would excite my wife. Then I hid in the bathroom. After a while, my wife opened the door and came in. The moment she opened the door, the man hugged her from behind. My wife screamed. Her skirt was lifted up by the man, revealing her lower body wearing only suspender stockings. The man was stunned.

My wife quickly closed the door and turned around. The man couldn't wait to push my wife against the wall and rubbed her thighs crazily from behind...