
I know when I have it good. The other women in the office are always stressed at the end of the workday. They are rushing to the grocery store before going home to fix dinner or to perform some other tedious chore. Alternatively, I know my dinner will be waiting for me, but not until my husband greets me at the door and undresses me. You see, my husband has a Pantyhose Fetish. There is nothing that arouses him more than pantyhose that I have just worn.
My husband arranged his work schedule so that he would arrive home before me, in plenty of time to make sure the house is spotless and he has had the time to prepare a gourmet meal for me. All I have to do is let him ceremoniously worship my pantyhose-clad body, remove my pantyhose, and don them himself.
It is a ritual. He is already hard with anticipation when he opens the door and delivers a deep throated kiss. Off go my outer clothes as he falls to his knees to remove my shoes. He kisses my feet, inhaling the aroma and caressing my calves with his hands. He seats me on the couch. Slowly, his hands move higher on my thighs until they finger my pussy through the nylon. I can’t help but groan.
My husband is ready to remove his clothes now, revealing a delightful erection. But then he is back on his knees, reaching for the top of my pantyhose, sliding them off of me. Of course, he is kissing my legs and feet as he slips them off, preparing to make them his own.
I run my hands over his pantyhosed legs before I straddle him and kiss him deeply. It is not long before we are both satisfied and can move to the dining room for the delicious dinner that awaits.

It’s not every day that you can find a woman who will accept you for who you are, fetish and all. I have a Pantyhose Fetish. If I’m totally honest, it is the one thing that arouses me.
Women’s styles today no longer demand pantyhose. So many ladies just wear pants or leggings. That doesn’t do it for me. I have been on dates when I knew nothing would happen. Then I met my wife.
My wife is a professional. She wears business suits, skirts, and jackets, on a daily basis with pantyhose. And she is hot.
When we were dating, I would pick her up from work so that there was no chance she would go home and change into something else and remove her pantyhose.
It wasn’t long before she caught on. And you want to know the greatest thing? She is fine with it.
As things progressed, we moved in together and eventually got married. I have some control over my schedule, so I proposed that I get out of work before her and make sure her homecoming is everything a working woman could dream of.
Who wouldn’t want great sex every day with a gorgeous woman? And those pantyhose. Imbued with her scent, and then the feeling of sliding them onto MY body, holding my erect cock in their fragrant grip.
And she loves it. Enough so that she isn’t opposed to wearing pantyhose on weekends and holidays. How lucky am I?