My Night in Vanity Fair.

It was a plain nightgown, no lace, just 100% Nylon Tricot, exclusive of decoration, as the tag said. But there was no decoration. It was floor length and had a plunging neckline. A line of tunnel elastic formed an "empire waist" just below the breasts. The skirt flared out into a wide sweep. Plenty of silky material here. The breast panels were also the straps, and met the full back panel. The plunging neckline and panel arrangement meant that with the flick of her finger, a breast could be bared for waiting lips. My wife had gotten it when she gave a neighbor of ours a bunch of her slips as sort of an exchange. I'd always liked that gown, even fantasizing about the neighbor, a good looking red head would look in it. This night would see that turn to passion.

My wife slept naked and the gowns were for play. I'd told her long ago about my fetish, one of the best things I did. We were making out and petting before getting in bed, and I asked her, "What's it like to wear that?" In a flash, she had it off and sliding down my body. It was still warm from her and I immediately tented it. I almost swooned at the sensation as it cascaded down my body. Even just standing there, breathing, that gown caressed me in a thousand ways. I loved it. We fell into bed. As I moved, the gown continued to caress me. It was ecstasy! This night, she wanted my tongue and she got it. Sometime during that the gown took me for the first time, well timed with her own orgasm. It was so intense, I saw stars and almost lost track of what I was doing. I felt the wet spot start to cool but didn't care. After taking care of my wife, we kissed and she turned over and quickly went to sleep. I dosed but soon the gown made her presence known to me again. I shifted and dry nylon began to caress “him” until he could not be ignored. My hands ran all over that gown and soon were stroking my shaft wrapped in that silky tricot. I edged myself a couple of times, creating more than just a small spot. Each edging produced a large quantity and the gown would take me right to the edge. I actually shook I got so close. Finally, I could wait no longer for the release. It was almost as strong as the first one. I was surprised at the intensity as well as the amount of cum. I came back to earth, and slowly fell asleep. But she wasn't through with me yet. Sometime later I awoke, my legs tangled in the skirt of the gown. As I untangled myself, the gown slid across my semi flaccid cock and he rose full and hard in her silken caress. Dry nylon covered and caressed him till my hand went down. I thought to do it quickly and go back to sleep. But I didn't do that. No, her caress was too exquisite to rush. I didn't edge this time but did go slowly till my back arched and I poured yet more sperm into her silkiness. This time sleep came quickly, only to be woken again by my legs tangled in silky nylon. The same thing happened, this time the nylon caressed me all over until I had to take matters in hand. I must have dosed for a bit, finally my bladder waking me up, screaming for release. I got out of bed, still in the gown and went into the bathroom.
That bathroom had a skylight and a full moon illuminated the room in a soft light. I stood in front of the large mirror and got a good look at myself. Guys look silly in lingerie, but then that's not why we wear it, is it? Yes, I looked silly, a man, wearing a gown made for a woman. But, what hit me was the sight of the gown. A dark wet spot covered almost the whole front of the gown, from the elastic waist to my knees and across both thighs. I am still wowed by the sight as I remember it. Four times that gown had me, and as I slid the straps off and let it slide down to the floor, it teased me. In spite of a sore cock, I still wanted her. As time passed, I think I wore that gown more than she did.