Peter was pawing through my laundry again. He’d been working from home instead of enduring a tiresome commute like me. I’d just come home from the office, and I heard an odd noise as I stepped into the house. Thinking he might be up to no good, I removed my high heels but left my pantyhose on as I tiptoed down the hall to spy on him. I stole a glimpse through the bedroom door and spotted him sniffing my worn stockings. That dirty pervert. I knew it was time to teach him a lesson.

I stood in the hallway with the door open just wide enough, so I could watch as he held my black seamed thigh-highs in his hand, pulled down his gray sweatpants and started stroking his boner with the delicate material. There I stood in my full coverage nude pantyhose, black bodycon dress and claret blazer, shoeless and sweaty from my... Read More