It had been a month since I had invited strangers to our apartment to watch her embarrass herself with a little striptease. I lost my mind in some sor... of sexual haze and ended up telling her she had to suck and fuck each of them. I’d never seen anything like it. I should have stopped it but I just kept pushing her further and further, watching as these two boys, really, had their way with her taut, little body causing her to cum over and over. I fingered myself to about three orgasms that. With that he stood up, and I could see he was hard. I couldn't pass up the opportunity, I said well we just have to see how it looks... He started to undo his belt, then he said his wife will be back soon so maybe next time. I was ready to suck my first cock in 20 years and now he's worried about his wife coming home. I said I had to taste him, and he can leave his pants on, so he cane get dressed quickly. With that I got on my knees in front of his and unzipped his pants, and pulled them down. Later, I felt like a stallion trying to service all his mares. I didn't have any idea what kind of alien magic I'd been blessed with but whoever had done it did a wonderful job. The girls could fuck me completely down if they put their minds to it, but if they just wanted a come or two each I could do my duty without running out of gas.The next morning, as I was waiting for my lovelies to get out of bed and get dressed, I began to think about what had happened to me. It had been a comedy of. If only. But Jean always wore nylons, even in a heatwave, and I literally dreamt about slipping one of her silky stockings, fragrant after a day hard at work, over my head for some reason. It seemed the ultimate act of intimacy. Jean also had several pairs of really pretty shoes, open toe wedges, ankle boots and soft black high heeled court shoes. Each morning, she would slip off her shoes, and put on a pair of flip-flops to do the housework in. The flip-flops pulled the nylons tightly between.