I lead an ordinary life with my ordinary wife and our ordinary sex life, having no particularly unusual fetishes. But then a goddess in stockings appeared before me—a married woman who joined the company midway through her career, her beautiful legs and buttocks wrapped in black stockings that I couldn't get out of my head, whether awake or asleep. A filthy emotion bubbled up from deep within me, and before I knew it, I had become a stocking fetishist because of another man's wife. Whether I was at my desk or out on sales calls, I couldn't take my eyes off the black stockings and couldn't focus on my work at all…
