I Knew This Day would Come Ch. 02

That monday morning I waited in the back office for Sara to arrive. Not only was I going to dress her shapely legs, but I was wearing a pair of pantyhose myself, just in case Sara wanted to pull a spot check on me.

Listening as she walked down the hall, I readied myself for her arrival. I had the packet already open as she walked in the office.

"Good morning Dave" she beamed.

I couldn't help but smile back at her.

"Ï see you've been shopping again. You spoil me Dave."

Leaning back on the bench, Sara lifted a leg slightly and let her shoe drop off. This was of course the time for me to dress her, which I duly did. I took out both legs of the stockings and knelt down at her foot.

I held them up for her to view before rolling the velvety material over her foot. This time I kept rolling the hose up over her foot, her calf, and her knee until it had reached it's rightful spot clinging half way up her thigh.

She didn't say a word, but swapped feet so that I could repeat the task on her other leg.

Upon completion, Sara giggled a little as her skirt only barely covered the top of the stockings.

"Dave, you will have to warn me if you are getting stockings instead of pantyhose. This is hardly suitable work attire she added cheekily."

Later in the week we were having lunch in the office.

Once again during a lunch break, Sara softly asked me to come and give her a hand with something.

"Last week when we shared my salad Dave, did you enjoy that?"

"Um, yes. You know I did."

"Well shut the door and come over here. Now, show me what you're wearing today."

I couldn't believe what I was doing, but regardless, I rolled up a trouser leg to show some shiny pantyhose.

"That's super hot Dave. Now kneel for me."

I gulped nervously and knelt down in the same spot as last week.

"I want you to go under the bench Dave."

The bench in her office is quite high because she has one of those adjustable standup desks.

Our working relationship had skewed so much that I felt powerless to resist. This was so arousing, and so taboo, and I could not stop myself from inching my way under the desk. I soon found myself sitting directly beneath Sara's computer keyboard looking up directly at her sitting about a metre away.

She smiled and using her feet, slowly rolled the chair towards me. My eyeline was directly at her hips, and Sara was careful to keep her legs together as she nudged closer. Just like last week, she then raised her legs to rest them on my shoulders. Her deep blue tights once again caressing my ears.

The supreme excitement was interrupted by a ringing phone on her desk.

Sarah leaned forward and pushed the speaker button on the handset "Hello, Sara speaking".

"Hi Sara, It's Evan here. I cant get the registration button to work. Can you help me?"

"ok, can you see the blue button in the top right corner......"

Sara went through the troubleshooting steps that we both knew back to front, after all we had supported the system for a number of years.

For a minute or so I was listening to them talk, when Sara grabbed the edge of her bench and pulled her chair under the bench.

As the wheels banged into my knees, her legs folded over my shoulders. I let out a gasp, not at the sharp pain on my knees, but the proximity of my face to her panties under her tights.

Her skirt was now pushed up against my face, and I had a clear view of her panties.

Without skipping a bear Sara kept assisting the caller on the phone.

"so, once you click that button, you will see another screen popup....."

I could smell her now. Not the usual Marc Jacobs scent, but another aroma that I hadn't smelled before. What is she doing! This is the hottest thing ever.

After 5 risky, totally intoxicating minutes, Sara ended the call.

"So, you're ok now. The registration button is visible"?

"Yes thanks for your help Sara"

"You're welcome "

I just let the weight of my head rest on her skirt and grabbed onto her nylon covered calves. I had no words, but found myself running my hands back and forth softly along those calves.

"Dave, will you excuse me please" Sara politely asked. She made it sound like we were interrupting a cup of tea, not this most erotic experience she has enveloped me in.

She awkwardly released herself from the bind she put us in, opened the door and walked off down the hall.

I had no idea where she went, but it was about 15 minutes later that she returned to the office and for the rest of the day, carried on like nothing had happened.

That night after work, I meet Katie at a function held at her workplace. She looks beautiful as usual, and remarkably she is wearing hosiery with the same pattern as a pair I have previously bought for Sara. Co-incidence surely, I reason, although the thought crosses my mind that she may have looked at my browser history.

Sipping some wine, she asks about my day.

I keep it brief, lying that it was just another day at the office.

"That's so boring Dave, nothing ever happens at your office. Are you sure there's nothing the least bit exciting that happened in your day?"

"Nope. Well actually Evan called up for the hundredth time and asked again how to do something that he should be able to do with his eyes shut. I don't think there's much going on in that head of his."

"Which one is Evan again?"

"You know Evan. He's the young surfer dude, looks like a young Keanu Reeves - well before he was John Wick."

"Ah, yes I remember him now, she purred with a cheeky smile."

That night, Katie and I had urgent, animalistic sex. Presumably, she was fantasising about Evan, which was fine by me. It's human nature to fantasise about things which are not accessible, or things we desire - and at this time Evan was both for Katie. I couldn't help but see Sara in a more sexual way too, and my fantasies involved her more now. That night, however, it was Katie in luxury hosiery and a silky babydoll that I was devouring.

Coming into work the following day, I felt the excitement of wearing my brand new stockings. They were the same velvety ones I bought for Sara and to wear them was so arousing. Each step I took gave a tiny electric-like shock where my trousers brushed the nylon, and the skin all around it reacted. Going about my day, this sensation becomes a constant reminder of the thrill of naughtily wearing this women's clothing in the workplace.

After work Katie and I are going out for dinner. It is actually my birthday tomorrow, but because she has another work function that night, we are celebrating tonight instead.

I'm standing at the kitchenette when Sara arrives at work. She's wearing trousers, which to be honest is a small letdown after the sizzling way she toyed with me the day before.

Before even saying hello, she starts off with "Tell me that you are wearing something today Dave."

Brazenly, without even checking if anyone else might see, she feels through my trousers and finds the elastic part of the stockings. Digging her thumbs and index fingers in she grabs the stocking and pulls on it gently. She removes both hands at the same time and the elastic top snaps back and returns to hugging my skin.Repeating the process on my other leg, she could in no way miss seeing the boner which was now pushing to be free from the pants restricting it.

The rest of the work day is uneventful. Not to say I didnt spend good chunks of it in various states of arousal, but Sara and I kept things strictly business for the rest of the work day.

Katie and I arrive at the venue. It's a place I haven't been to before, but comes well recommended. We went out for dinner to this bar, and it was one of those places that had a bar area and a dining area. We walked in and who do we see at the bar? But Sara, I couldn't believe it.

I mean she looked super hot by the way but then so did my wife. Compared with what she would usually wear, my wife was dressed in a pretty short skirt, and she had highly opaque tights on underneath it. Sara was also wearing opaque tights and wore a very skimpy top. I looked at my wife who just had this funny look, she had this smile as she said "oh look, look who's at the bar, isn't that Sara?

(Answering herself) Yes, it is, fancy seeing her here. Why don't you ask Sara to come and join us? I'm sure she'd enjoy coming to celebrate your birthday."

"Are you sure honey? I mean this is a night for us."

"Well, no honey, it's a night for you, it's your birthday. So, you know, she's your work wife, why not go and ask her to come over as well?"

"If you think so."

"Sure, go on."

So we went over to Sara and said hi.

"Wow, what a coincidence. Fancy seeing you here. "

She smiled broadly back "Hi Dave. Really nice to see you here. It's your birthday dinner, right?"

"Would you like to join us?" I asked.

"Of course. Sounds wonderful. Thanks."

The three of us went over to the dining area and located an empty booth. Sara popped in on one side of the booth. My wife motioned for me to go on the other side and as I did, she hopped in next to me.

Now I was sitting in the booth and Sara was directly opposite me and my wife was right next to me.

Both of the girls seemed really happy, excessively happy even. It was a really really weird kind of feeling until my wife piped up.

"Honey it's your birthday and tonight I'm giving you a present."

"What do you mean" I said nervously.

"Well honey you have been a faithful husband to me for a long time and I appreciate that, but I do know that you have developed quite the fetish for pantyhose and hosiery and Sara and I thought we would just give you a really good night to remember."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing but at that very moment I felt Sara's leg brushing up against me under the table.

A million thoughts went through my head.

''So you planned this!" Is all I could come up with.

Looking excitedly at the two women I asked how did this all come about? Sara took up the story.

"Well Dave, it was just a coincidence. It was totally by accident".

I was at a shopping center, and I happened to run into your beautiful wife here and we got chatting.

She was walking out of a lingerie store and the bag she carried suggested she had just bought something. I said Hi Katie, have you got something in there for Dave?

She looked at me kind of strangely to start with, but of course later I found out she wasn't sure If I meant something for Dave to wear, or something for her to wear for Dave. Anyway, we started chatting and as I hadn't seen her for ages, I suggested we go get a coffee.

We sat down at a booth, not unlike this actually, at Starbucks.

After a few minutes of small talk there was an awkward moment when i brought it up.

I'm not really sure I should be telling you this I said, but I think it would be best for Dave, and maybe for you too for if I told you.

Do you know Dave has this thing for pantyhose? I asked. I kind of accidentally caught him wearing some at work this week. It was the strangest thing.

Katie took in what I said, thought for a moment and replied.

That makes so much sense Sara. That night he came home and seemed really edgy. I wasnt sure if he'd had a fight with someone at work, or exactly what had happened. I just knew that he was really stressed by something.

We got chatting and she mentioned to me that yes, she knew that Dave had a thing for hose."

My wife carried on. "Of course I knew you had a thing for pantyhose Dave, although we had never really focused on the fetish as part of our sex life. I knew you had a few pairs, but I didn't know you wore them to work!

Initially I was a bit embarrassed talking to Sara about this because I though that being a bit younger, Sara might have found the whole fetish thing a bit awkward in the office environment. Turns out I couldn't have been more wrong."

Sara continued. "We chatted for ages, and I told her that I loved to wear hose, too.

She (Katie) was enthralled. she was really into it, weren't you?"

Katie nodded, then looked directly at Dave.

"We spoke about a range of things, including the incredible sex session that you and I had earlier this week. We put two and two together and could see that it coincided with the night after Sara first noticed you wearing nylons.

Because of that I asked Sara to encourage your fetish by teasing you with her own hosiery.

We got along like a house on fire, and together we hatched this plan which excited both of us immensely. We decided to do something fun for you, Dave."

Taking a brief pause, Sara thought back to the day that Evan called while Dave was inhaling her scent and she had to excuse herself to go get off in the toilet.

"That day in the office when Evan called up was so hot, I knew it would be so hot for you Dave, what I did durng that phone call, but truthfully I was getting so aroused the effect I was having on you too. Just to know that Evan on the other end of the phone had no idea what was going on my end of the line - that was super hot for me.

Look, the past few weeks has been kind of exciting for me, and obviously you too, Dave. But ever since we met for coffee I have been keeping your beautiful wife up to date too, so she has found it all pretty hot too.

I've always known you liked looking at my legs Dave, and I've seen you when other women were around. You are always discreet, but over the 10 years or so we've worked together I've caught you more than a few times copping an eyeful." Sara laughed.

"Not that I've minded you know. It's very flattering. You could say I am a bit of an exhibitionist, so my outfits might have made it hard for you to resist the odd peek!"

Still stunned by the collaboration of his home wife and his work wife, Dave was speechless.

Sara continued. "Aside from the initial shock, I accepted your fetish quickly. Most of us have some sort of fetish or kink I'm sure.

You know that Katie and I always get along at work functions, Christmas parties and the like, so when we sat down for a coffee at that shopping centre we had a pretty robust conversation. Our discussion of your fetish Dave segued into our own sexual turn-ons, which was quite an intense discussion for a shopping centre coffee shop I must say. I mentioned to Katie that I had the usual fantasies like sex in a public place, riding a big black guy, sex with another woman, etc, and your wife here mentioned that she also fantasized about sex with another woman, (but stressed she was happy with you Dave, as you were an attentive lover to her needs)."

Looking at Dave, Katie piped up. "I'm so happy that you had never tried anything with Sara - she's such a pretty girl."

"Thanks, Katie. Why is that Dave? Why haven't you tried it on with me?"

Dave stopped smiling as Sara waited for an answer. He looked to Katie, who mirrored his cautious look.

"Are you seriously asking me that with my wife sitting here next to me?"

Sara let his question sit unanswered and looked instead to Katie. Both women burst out laughing, and Dave knew then they were once again fucking with him.

When her composure returned, Sara reached out and placed her hand on top of his.

"Dave, Katie didn't know how to bring your fetish into the bedroom and I told her I'd be happy to help, if she'd let me.

You know I like wearing tights, but its not a fetish of mine. But I do get that it's your fetish, and we are friends, even more than friends, so I'd love to help. I think it could be lots of fun for all of us.

Your wife loves you so much Dave. She has ended up trusting me to do things with her husband that most wives wouldn't. That, for me was a massive turnon, so she had my full buy in."

Katie jumped in. "So, tonight is the culmination of that chance meeting at the shopping centre."

Looking at me with that beautiful smile, Katie leaned into me and put a hand on my leg.

"Honey you've worked closely with this beautiful girl, Sara for over 10 years, and you've never been unfaithful. She's a gorgeous girl and I just want you to know that I appreciate you staying faithful to me. So for your birthday, as a treat, let's add some spice to our relationship by taking Sara home with tonight."