My name is Joe and after the birth of our son last year my wife Beth put on some weight and stopped dressing sexy for me. She was never shapely like a model, but was always a bit curvy and used to wear teddies, sheer nighties and negligee for my pleasure, even though she never cared for them.
Over the last month she lost much of that baby weight but still won't dress sexy for me anymore. In addition to not dressing sexy, she lost interest in sex. Prior to our son's birth our sex life was fairly vanilla, nothing wild and I was usually the one who had to initiate things. Then, one night last week she caught me jacking off to pictures of curvy models in nylon stockings and pantyhose.
"You like that sort of thing?" she asked. "Is that what turns you on?"
"Yes," I replied. "Since you've stopped wearing the teddies which I think you look sexy in, I'd love to see you dressed like this."
"Really? You want to see my fat ass and thick thighs in that?" she asked.
"First of all, you're not fat with thick thighs," I replied. "Secondly, yes, I'd love to see you dressed like this."
"Well dream on, you're not going to," she said.
"It's only stockings, not a teddy or anything," I said as I rolled over and kissed her neck while hugging her.
My cock was still hard as my hand slid down to rub her breast while I slid my tongue into her mouth.
"I'm sorry, it's not you, I'm not in the mood," she said as she pulled away.
We both got changed for sleep and went to bed.
The next morning, we had breakfast and a kiss goodbye before we each headed off for work.
That night when I came home from work I walked into the foyer by our front door and heard her call out from the living room.
"Johnny's at my mom's! We have the house to ourselves!" she said.
She walked out wearing a sheer robe with nothing underneath so I could see her breasts through the material. Her shoulder-length light brown hair was blown out (as opposed to laying flat like it usually does), her green eyes were sparkling and the perfume she wore was intoxicating. I was so transfixed by her face, the perfume and her breasts I didn't look lower.
"I'm sorry for how I've behaved," she said as she gave me a hug, slipped her tongue into my mouth, and gave my cock a playful tap through my pants. "Let's go in the living room, I've got a surprise for you."
She pushed me in front of her so she could walk behind me. When we got to the living room, she pushed me toward the couch.
"Go have a seat on the couch," she said and gave me a playful slap on the backside.
When I got to the couch I turned around and sat down to see her sitting cross-legged on our leather chair. This is when I noticed she was wearing black nylon stockings.
"Like what you see?" she asked teasingly as she uncrossed her legs to show she wasn't wearing panties underneath.
"Yes," I said softly and she re-crossed her legs.
"Then come over here, on your knees," she commanded.
I crawled over to her and she lifted her right foot and raised it to my face, pressing her nylon-encased toes to my nose. I grabbed the foot and began licking her toes through the material. She gasped as I took her toes between my lips as I licked them.
"Your feet are beautiful in these," I said.
"Then worship the other one," she said as she pulled her foot away from me and raised her left foot to my face. I repeat the process on this foot, but I was also able to slide my tongue between her toes, causing her to chuckle. Soon the stocking on this foot was glistening with my saliva as I licked and kissed her arches and soles and my cock started to come to life.
