His words planted seeds that would soon come to bloom for I desired to sexually grow if the opportunity presented itself.This past fall on the way to ... wedding we were running late, which was nothing new for us. I had no choice but to finish dressing on our way to the wedding. My husband was excited as hell for he knew that I never wore panties under my pantyhose and this occasion wouldn’t be any different. His intense fetish keeps me encased in silky nylon hosiery practically twenty four hours. I nodded my head and he removed my bottoms for which I cooperated by lifting my ass(gudda).After removing my bottom he touched my thighs directly and that movement i got my first orgasm automatically he observed it and asked me ” neeku ne underwear ibbandi ga vunnatundhi”(i think you are feeling uneasy with your underwear) then I replied him “avunu dhanni kuda thesyeva ikkada elago everu leru ga”(yes please do remove that also as there is no one other than us here to see me)He said” ok nee. It was just supper time when I got an urgent call from the Embassy; some flunky with 'Security' markings on her robes conveyed the Ambassador's apologies for the interruption and requested my immediate presence at the Embassy. When she declined to explain the reason for the summons, even on a secure line, my gut twisted."I'll be there as soon as I can," I told her.I sent a priority request for transport, and grabbed Larwint before heading out. The priority tag got us to the Embassy in record. I think she also likes getting a leg and foot rub when she gets home, but I don't think she'd wear pantyhose for 12 hours unless she understood the support benefit. She is 47 adn doesn't have a single spider or vericose vein. Well I'm retired (yes we're age appropriate, I just make money in different ways) so I'm always in bed when she goes to work. Well tonight a bunch of us are going out to dinner and she has to meet us there. So I wake up as she's getting dressed in time for the.