“Do I have a surprise for you later tonight,” my wife smiled, as she rubbed her nylon-clad foot on my crotch under the table at a five-star restaurant on Valentine’s Day.

“I can’t wait,” I moaned softly, her foot on my crotch getting me hard in no time.

“You have no idea,” she smiled, rubbing up and down.

“Although if you keep doing this, it may be very anti-climactic,” I joked.

“So, I shouldn’t give you a foot job with my new Wolford nylons?” she asked.

“Wolfords?” I asked, as my hand went down to touch her nylon-clad foot and found they were the softest I’d ever felt.

“Yes, I learned they’re the top-ranked nylons in the world” she said. “I bought them on eBay, and they just arrived yesterday.”

“Wow,” I said, my hand rubbing her sheer and silky-clad foot. I had a nylon fetish, always had. One that bordered on unhealthy. If a girl was in nylons, I was checking her out. My even bigger fetish was feet in nylons, driving me to stare at a woman in heels and pray she’d slip her foot out of them to allow me to see her delicate toes, hopefully with her nails painted, in the nylons.

Some guys were tit guys, I wasn’t.

Some guys were ass guys, I wasn’t.

Some guys were legs guys, I was too… if they were in nylons.

In all truth, I had a nylon foot fetish.

If I saw a nylon-clad foot, I got hard instantly. I wanted to touch that foot and feel the silky nylon. I wanted to suck on the toes. I wanted to lick up the sweet sweat on the soles of their feet. Yes, I’m weird. But I discovered, thanks to the internet, I’m not alone. Foot fetishes are not as rare as I once thought, although nylon foot fetishes are rarer. There are even websites and models dedicated to foot fetish videos.

I was first attracted to my wife Pam back in college because she wore nylons every day to class… the only girl I knew who did so. I was attracted to her before I got a good look at her face or even heard her voice.

Luckily, Pam is a very beautiful woman, not in the model or movie star way, just a beautiful soul. She is pretty, although she sees herself as bland with brown eyes, brown hair, smallish boobs, and a chubby ass. She also based on her mother who was a bit of a player, that nylons enhanced an outfit, and thus she wore them every day. She also knew, like I did, her legs were her strongest asset.

Double luckily, Pam not only tolerated my fetish (most previous girlfriends wore them because I wanted them to and not because they were turned on by doing it… most of them thought my fetish weird), she got turned on by it too. She knew if she wanted to get me horny all she had to do was put on her nylons… wiggle her toes… and I was ready for action.

Triple luckily, she loved wearing a wide range of hosiery. Besides pantyhose, which she usually wore to work, she often wore thigh high stockings when we went out, had a few garter-belt and stockings outfits and two full nylon crotchless body suits.

So, I was a lucky man… even if our sex life had stagnated a little during the last couple years. Time will do that, it seems.

Twenty-two years.

Two teenage kids.



Sex used to be a few times a week, then at least a couple times a week, then a few times a month, then a couple times a month and then monthly, and now it seemed to be only on special occasions when society said we should fuck. New Year’s Eve, birthdays and Valentine’s Day, for example.

Now before I really get into my wife’s surprise, I need to go back to where I began to question who I was as a man.


The internet has had many major impacts on the world. Some good, some bad, but for sure, porn that was hard to find when I was a kid is now available at the click of a button. And every conceivable type of porn. I mean the first time I discovered there was Scooby Doo porn, I was aghast. That led me to discover Archie porn and actual adult comics where the Archie gang have sex. This being way before Riverdale made them cool again. Betty and Veronica in a 69 was really hot.

Anyway, I traveled a lot on business, and that meant I was watching a lot of porn while I was at hotels. Mostly lesbian and straight, always with girls in nylons. Eventually, I discovered fetish sites that catered to nylon perverts like me. Sometimes they were hard core, but mostly they were foot worship: nylon massages, nylon foot licking, nylon crotch rubbing. Each of those turned me on.

I’m also an avid reader. So I read a lot of erotica. I would often watch videos on my iPad while reading on my phone (and people say men can’t multitask).

I read a variety of stories and themes… again, mostly lesbian or straight. The odd incest (not because I ever wanted to do such a thing, but the taboo of it turned me on for some reason), as well as, for some reason I couldn’t really explain, I really enjoyed mind control stories. I loved watching good girls become bad.

Now I really don’t know how it began exactly, but I eventually began reading gay stories. Mostly gay stories of straight men who become fascinated with sucking cock. Sometimes it was BBC based, although that didn’t turn me on any more than a white cock did, but before I knew it, I was reading almost exclusively gay stories.

I watched a few gay videos, but they did nothing for me. I didn’t and don’t find men attractive, but for some reason I was nonetheless enthralled by a dick.

Maybe it was because everyone’s is so different.

Long, medium or small.

Thick or thin.

Hairy or shaved.

Straight or curved.

Circumcised or uncut.

Fat and long.

Fat and short.

Black. Asian. White.

Like two snowflakes are never alike, neither are two dicks.

I did start watching, almost exclusively, blow job videos. It was always girls giving the blow jobs, but where the old me would have been admiring her mouth, her tits and her body, I was now equally admiring the cock.

So, once I discovered hypno sissy videos, I became addicted to them too. They seemed weird at first. Quick video clips of girls sucking dicks, but with female voice-overs calling me a sissy, a faggot, and a cock sucker.

The name-calling turned me on, even though I wasn’t a sissy. I had worn pantyhose a few times out of curiosity, but never panties or other girls’ wear.

I didn’t find men remotely attractive, nor did the idea of getting fucked by a guy turn me on.

Nor had I actually sucked a cock. Yet the idea of sucking a cock was now my biggest fantasy.

But how do you say to your wife: ‘Honey, I love you, but I really want to suck a dick’?

So, for months I jerked off to hypno sissy videos. I even had some audios on my phone to listen to while I drove.

I didn’t want to be a sissy.

I didn’t want to be a faggot.

I was just curious what it would be like to suck a cock.

Then, fate intervened.

Pam also likes porn. We used to watch a lot of it together. But on my birthday a couple weeks ago, the kids both gone to different school events for the evening, we ended up in our bed, with my pretty wife wearing some sexy red lingerie.

“Want to watch some porn first?” she asked, something we hadn’t done in at least a couple of years.

“Does your lingerie get me hard?” I asked, a rhetorical answer that obviously meant ‘yes, yes, yes!’

She grabbed my iPad and said, “Let’s see what you’ve been watching.”

“What? No!” I said, reacting a little too guiltily.

She moved off the bed, looking so hot in all red lingerie and nylons, and typed in my password, “So that automatically makes me wonder: what is my man so ashamed to be caught watching?” she asked, her tone playful and curious.

“Nothing!” I blurted quicker than thought, which of course was patently untrue.

Truth was, we hadn’t really kept any of our fantasies a secret from each other or details about our sexual pasts.

I had been in two threesomes, both two guys and a girl, but no gay stuff. I’d gotten blown by my ex-girlfriend’s sister two days after we broke up, and I joined the mile-high club with a woman in her sixties when I was twenty.

Pam has been in a threesome too, where she was spit-roasted, took it up the ass once but didn’t really like it, gave simultaneous head to a trio of guys at a party while really drunk, and had twice been with women.

My biggest fantasy was watching her with another woman.

Her biggest fantasies were being gangbanged, and also BBC.

Neither had been fulfilled, but when we were younger and wilder and hornier, she would tell me in vivid detail of her past experiences, and even make some up, based on girls we’d met that day or week.

I bought a black ten-inch dildo that was four inches bigger than my cock, and would fuck her with it on occasion.

“Ohhhhh,” she said, surprise in her voice.

“What?” I asked nervously.

“It must be that ‘nothing’ you mentioned,” she said, as she turned up the volume.

“You love big cock,” a feminine voice said from my iPad. “You were made to suck big cock.”

“I can explain,” I said, although I wasn’t sure I could. All my other fantasies I had shared in the past were heterosexual, or nylon based, or her with another woman, and this was none of those.

“You’re a sissy faggot, born to please alpha males’ bigger dicks,” the voice continued, as my wife watched with an undeniable look of shock and confusion on her face.

“Please… shut it off,” I pleaded, as I felt my cheeks burn hot with embarrassment.

“Say it, say you love sucking cock,” the voice ordered.

“Do you usually obey her orders?” Pam asked.

“Please stop it,” I repeated, as the truth was, I always repeated any phrase I was asked or ordered to repeat by the all-powerful feminine narrator.

“Say it, cock sucker,” the voice said with sexy authority, “You’re a sissy faggot whose sole purpose is to worship big fat cock.”

“Oh, God!” I said, mortified.

Pam finally paused the video, moved back onto the bed and asked, a look of concern in her voice and eyes, “So, are you gay now?”

“No, no, no,” I said.

“So, you don’t like men?”

“I don’t find men attractive at all,” I stressed.

“Not even Ryan Reynolds?” she asked with a playful grin, my answer seeming to reassure her.

“Well, maybe Ryan Reynolds,” I smiled; he was number one on her list of five celebrities she had my permission to fuck if the opportunity ever presented itself.

“But you want to suck a cock?” she asked, her question somehow making my cock flinch, as it sounded so surreally hot coming out of her mouth.

“I don’t know,” I replied sheepishly. After a pause I added, “Sometimes I wonder.”

“About sucking a cock?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I admitted.

“Huh,” she said, in a tone that didn’t tell me anything other than she seemed as baffled by this as I did.

“I would never do it,” I clarified after an extremely long silence.


“No more likely than you eating a pussy,” I said.

“Or my getting fucked by a big black cock?” she smiled wickedly, as her hand went to my raging hard-on.

Playing along, seeing she wasn’t completely disgusted with me from what she’d just discovered, I said, “Well, only if I got to suck it first.”

“That seems fair. And would you spit or swallow?” she asked playfully, as she slowly stroked my cock, rolling her finger around its head.

“Ooh,” I moaned, as that always felt so good. “Well, I’d swallow of course.”

“Like a good cock sucker,” she purred.

I don’t know why I said it, other than the conversation was already way past surreal, “Or maybe I’d take a facial.”

“That would be so hot to watch,” she said, as she lowered her head down to my cock.

“That would turn you on?” I asked, wondering what a facial would indeed feel like. Pam used to take facials, but that had been a few years ago at least. I, of course, also wondered what cum would taste like. Pam still swallowed on occasion… like on my birthday or Father’s Day.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, as she seemed to be processing this revelation.

“It’s just a fantasy,” I reminded her.

“Well, your fantasy of sucking a big cock has you rock hard and leaking pre-cum,” she pointed out.

“That’s all you,” I said, assuming it was a mixture of the conversation, her lingerie and her hand.

“Nope,” she asserted as she licked the pre-cum off my head, “I think you’re horny thinking of a big dick passing between your lips.”

“Oh, God,” I moaned, which gave away it was definitely that, as well as her talking about it so nastily.

“Would you like a big cock in your mouth right now, baby?” she asked, as she swirled her tongue around my cock.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned, as her words, her tongue, and her hand slowly stroking me, had my balls already boiling.

“Tell me, baby,” she purred, as she deep throated my cock for a moment. “Tell me what you want to do to a big fat dick.”

“Fuck,” I groaned, afraid to say the words, but also wanting to say them. “Yes,” I admitted.

“Yes, what?” She asked, as she stroked my cock. “Yes, you want to be on your knees with a big fat cock in your mouth?”

“Oh, God,” I moaned, about to come.

“I’d love to see you on your knees bobbing on a big dick, while I had a pretty blonde eating my pussy,” she said, which was too much to handle and sent me over the top.

“Oh, fuck,” I grunted, and trembled as I gave her an accidental facial, my first rope splattering directly onto my wife’s cheek.

“Oh, you do want a big fat dick between your lips,” she continued jerking me off as she the second rope hit her chin, and then she opened wide to catch the rest of my unusually big load.

“Fuck,” I repeated, my body still spasming in the aftermath of the intense orgasm.

“I bet you’d also love to see me with my head buried in some hot chick,” she added, as she took my cock back in her mouth and nursed the last remnants of my cum out.

“So much,” I admitted, this the most intense orgasm I’d had in years.

A moment later she sat up and asked, “How long have you been thinking of sucking a cock?”

“A few months,” I admitted.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked.

“It seemed a little gay,” I said. “You know, unmanly.”

“It’s a lot gay,” she smiled. “But also kind of hot.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yeah, I can’t say I’d ever fantasized or even thought of a guy sucking another guy, but now that you got caught and I got a visual in my head, it’s really quite intriguing,” she admitted.

“I probably could never do it,” I said, “but the idea is hot.”

“I probably could never get triple teamed,” she shrugged, as she straddled my face, “but the idea is hot.”

“You dirty slut,” I teased, something I used to call her back in our wild days, but that had been years ago.

“You sissy cock sucker,” she countered, as she lowered her very wet pussy onto my face.

I brought her to a quicker than usual orgasm (my cock sucking fantasy apparently turning her on too), and we drifted to sleep.

That was three weeks ago.

Unfortunately, the next morning I was worried what our conversation would be, any next day regrets, any deeper questions with embarrassing answers, but instead she seemed to pretend it didn’t happen.

Life went back to normal.

Which meant no more wild sex.

Yet tonight she seemed ready for a long evening of wild passion.


Her feet kept rubbing my cock ever so slowly, a constant tease, throughout dinner. As we finished eating, I asked, “Do you have room for dessert?”

“Actually, we’re going somewhere else for dessert,” she informed me, as she put some extra pressure on my cock.

“We are?” I asked. “Where?”

That is a surprise,” she said, giving me a mischievous look I hadn’t seen in a long time, other than her wickedness a few weeks ago when she talked all nasty about my sucking a dick.

“You know I hate surprises,” I said.

“And yet I’m not telling you,” she shrugged, “so deal with it,” as she looked at her watch. “Actually, we need to get going ASAP. We don’t want to be late.”

“Late for what?” I asked, as she moved her foot away.

“Dessert, silly,” she said, as she finished her third glass of wine.

“You’re tipsy,” I pointed out.

“You know what happens when I’m drunk,” she said, which was true. She got wilder and her boundaries became more liberated.

“It’s usually a good time for me,” I smiled, as I finished my third scotch.

“A very, very, good time for you,” she smiled, as the waitress returned. “May we have the bill please?”

“No dessert?” she asked.

“No, we have other…” my wife paused and then added, “… plans.”

“Ohhh,” the waitress smiled knowingly. “I’ll be right back.”

As she left, in a black skirt and matching pantyhose Pam asked, “Think her pussy would taste good?”

I actually spewed some of my precious scotch onto the table.

“Or would it be hotter with her between my legs?”

“What’s gotten into you?” I asked, shocked by her naughty words.

“Not your dick,” she shrugged. “Remember last time? You came before you could fuck me.”

“Sorry, I…” I began, and then wasn’t sure what to say. Sorry, the idea of sucking a dick got me too excited, and I came before I could make love to my wife?

“It’s okay, you wanted dick that night, and so did I,” she shrugged again, “and you were thoughtful to give me some very good head,” a tipsy Pam also a much franker Pam.

“Please, keep it down,” I said, looking around. No one seemed any wiser to our blunt conversation, but still.

“Sorry, I’m just really horny,” she admitted.

“I am too,” I said, her nylon foot rub having kept me revved up for the last hour.

“For pussy or dick?” She asked.

“Pussy,” I answered.

“Too bad,” she said, before adding, “and you never answered my question.”

“What question?”

“Would you rather see me licking another woman, or another woman licking me?”

“Couldn’t I have both?” I asked.

“I imagine you can,” she said, as the waitress arrived. I noticed she said ‘can’ instead of ‘could’, which was an interesting choice

“You look beautiful,” my wife complimented the college-aged waitress as she handed me the bill.

I took the bill and opened it as the waitress replied, “Thank you, you’re very pretty, too.”

I handed her my credit card and she slipped it into the handheld machine. “Isn’t she beautiful, Mike?”

“Yes, she’s very pretty,” I said, playing along and knowing this wasn’t a trap like many wives would spring.

“No, the word is ‘beautiful’,” Pam insisted. “Look at her. Beautiful face, beautiful full body, and she’s even wearing pantyhose.”

The waitress’s face went red as I nodded, “Yes, she beautiful.”

“Is she the kind of woman you’d like to see me with?” Pam asked, as the waitress handed me my receipt.

“Pam!” I gasped, knowing this was making the waitress uncomfortable.

“What? I’m just getting some guidelines,” Pam shrugged.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized. “My wife has had a little too much to drink.”

“No worries,” she smiled awkwardly.

As she left, Pam stood up, as did I, and she whispered in my ear, “I bet you’d love to see me with my face buried between her legs.”

“I wouldn’t look away,” I admitted, as she tugged on my ear.

“Let’s go, the night is just getting started,” she said, giving my cock a quick squeeze. “I see you’re hard.”

“Have been all night,” I acknowledged.

“Well, wait until your dessert,” she said, taking my hand and leading me out of the restaurant.

“I am starving,” I said, as I followed her.

Outside, an Uber was already waiting for us. “I ordered it while you were imagining my head buried between our waitress’s legs.”

“I’m going to come in my pants, if you keep talking like that,” I pointed out, as I followed her into the Uber.