Husband in Nylons: A Tale of Role Reversal and Empowerment

As I stepped into our bedroom closet, I was greeted by an unexpected sight. My husband, standing there in nothing but my sheer tan pantyhose and heels, his face flushed with embarrassment.

I raised an eyebrow and smirked at him playfully. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? A silly little crossdresser, I see."

He stuttered and stammered, trying to come up with an excuse. But I cut him off with a wave of my hand. "Save it, honey. I can see the bulge in your pants. Are you enjoying yourself?"

He nodded, blushing even harder. I chuckled and shook my head. "You look ridiculous."

But despite my teasing, I couldn't deny the thrill that was coursing through me. I pulled out my strapon cock from the drawer and told him to get on his knees. He looked at me, surprised, but did as he was told.

I teased him, dangling the strapon in front of his face and telling him to beg for it. He pleaded with me to let him suck it, his eyes wide with desire. I allowed him to do so and he eagerly took it in his mouth, his hands clutching my thighs.

I groaned in pleasure as he sucked me off, running my fingers through his hair. He was good at this, I had to give him that. He looked up at me, his eyes shining with happiness as I praised him.

I continued to tease him, pushing it deeper into his mouth and pulling it out slowly. He moaned around the strapon, his hips rocking back and forth. I could see the wet spot on the front of his pantyhose and grinned.

"Do you want more, honey?" I asked. He nodded eagerly. I told him to get undressed and lay on the bed.

He did as he was told, his body trembling with anticipation. I climbed on top of him, strapping on the harness. I looked down at him, a smirk on my face.

"Relax and enjoy yourself," I told him. He nodded, ready to submit to me.

I slowly entered him, taking my time and watching his reactions. He moaned in pleasure and I grinned, satisfied. I started to ride him harder, grabbing his hips and pulling him closer. He wrapped his legs around me and held on for dear life.

I leaned down and whispered dirty things in his ear, driving him wild. He begged for more and I happily complied. I brought him to the brink of orgasm and then stopped, leaving him wanting more.

He protested but I just laughed, telling him to be patient. I finally let him come and he did so with a loud moan. I collapsed on top of him, both of us spent.

As we lay there, panting and sweaty, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. I had taken control and my husband had submitted to me. It was a surprising discovery, but one that I was eager to explore further.