As Ana left, I poured a glass of Irish whisky and put on a porn movie…I was sure my slutty wife would spend several hours out from our room.And I wa... not wrong. At least three hours after midnight, I heard some giggling in the alleyway and the keys opening the door. I put on the lights and there was my sensual wife, entering in the company of three black males. Huge black males…Anita was smiling; but she looked a bit fuzzy. Her curly blonde hair looked like a real mess and I noticed she was not. .' she looked at me and smiled slightly but never said a word.. I thought to my self - you blew it - what you said was out of place and time .. I said 'goodnight then and see you soon' to her and then I made my way to the changing rooms where I quickly changed into my clothes.. wild thoughts spinning in my head...I decided to wait for her outside the sports center and see if I could get another chance at talking to her. I waited and waited and waited till I thought I must have missed her... no. It was in her eyes, in her smile and in the fingers of the hand that finally took mine and held it. We said nothing, but the handshake became a hug and the embrace lasted either a second or a lifetime- I’m not sure which. At that moment, the musical director, who was watching the strange encounter, called for singing auditions to begin and asked me to start. Handing my sheet music to the pianist, I took center stage and sang a rousing song from Oklahoma. I finished and was descending from the. Once I had stopped swooning from the feeling of pulling the pantyhose on, I reached for the shoes, I had to pull the buckles in a little from where my mother normally fastened them, however, they fit quite well and felt fantastic on my stocking feet. The innersole of the shoes was a padded vinyl and the feeling of the nylon against them had me swooning again. That was it for me, I was hooked, every time my mother went out, I would race in to her room to put on a pair of her pantyhose and shoes..