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Left with a mark By John & Julie I was involved in a bitter divorce after being married for just 15 months. One of my ex-wife's girlfriends stayed friends with both of us after the mess was over. Since it was not a friendly divorce, some bitterness was sent about, though it seems un-necessary now. I have always had a weakness regarding leather and my former wife knew this. To my horror, a mutual friend, Julie, said in conversation one day that nasty little comments were being made about my being some kind of kinky leather pervert on the side. Julie, our friend, wanted to speak to me to warn me as I was likely to be embarrassed by this. I thanked her for the tip and she told me it would go no further. We spent about an hour talking through my like of leather and the fact I was not kinky or anything. When her husband came home we spent half an hour clearing the bitterness topic. As it turned out, by ignoring these comments they fell by the wayside and with my ex moving away there was no problem anyhow. Only a few months later the decree came through and my wife and I were finally divorced after a difficult two years. I met Julie around that time and she told me she was having problems with her marriage too. Offering to help, I invited Julie and her husband over to my place. I got a call a few nights later from Julie saying they could not make it and we spoke for about half an hour. I found her very upset. I perked her up and told her to come over on her own. When she arrived she was wearing makeup and looked smart. Presuming she wanted to go out, I got my coat. She explained she wanted to stay and simply just talk. From the pocket of her overcoat she pulled out a bottle of wine. We began chatting when it suddenly occurred to me that I should have taken her coat. As she slid it off she started to blush and make small talk. I couldn't believe she was wearing a white silk blouse and a tight-fitting, soft, black leather mini skirt with matching leather, knee length boots. She looked superb. Neither of us made reference to this but my lack of concentration and the awkward air, lasted half an hour. The wine eventually flowed very well and we sat on the sofa and unwound. She caught me looking at her long shapely legs as they slid out from the leather hem of her short skirt. We chuckled and she asked, "So, do you like the outfit?" "Gorgeous!" I blurted out like a fool. I immediately regretted the eagerness of the response. In a bid to cover up I mocked, "But then I am a sucker for black leather remember?" Her face seemed to immediately drop into seriousness when she then commented on how well we had always got along. God knows why, as I write this, but I then reminded her of the fact she was married to a friend of mine, which out-weighed everything. She took my hand and said she knew all that, but she realized that her relationship with her husband was also a mistake and she worried, as she was not getting any younger. I reassured her and told her how beautiful and rosy her future really was. We were all lucky to have the advantages we had, our jobs, fitness, wealth etc etc. Then she slid my hand across the front of that incredibly supple leather skirt. I was sold! I slid my other hand down her back and pulled her closer to me on the sofa. The sound of that tight leather now seems to be louder as she was moving. I was so close I could even smell the aroma of leather. Because of her moving, the top of her stockings were now beginning to show where her skirt had hitched up. We instinctively moved even closer and french kissed, our tongues lapping gently and passionately into each other's mouths. We spent hours locked together in passion, caressing all the time. I was making the most of rubbing and stroking that soft tight leather skirt. I had almost forgotten how lovely it was to feel such a leather embrace. She now realized how hungry I was for her and her leather and took over. My leather-clad guest stood up, took my hand and gently led me to the bedroom. I stood up and guided her to the wall unit and turned her around with her leathery backside to me. I gently pushed her forward for her to assume a position of resting her elbows and arms on a shelf, while I leaned forward. I then eased her silky legs apart, took a step back and dropped to my knees to view my prey. She looked gorgeous with those high-heeled boots, legs slightly wider than shoulder width apart. Her slender legs rose up under the short, now even tighter, shiny leather-mini skirt wrapping. The leather was creaking and creasing with every movement she made. I crawled forward and proceeded to bend her further forward, to effect an easier entry between her legs. The leather skirt was now rising ever higher to reveal the flesh above the stockings. I went down and pulled her panties away to lick out her treasure. She was soaking with leathery love juice and it showed. Her soft panties were soaked wet and the lips of her pussy and clit glistened in the light. I pulled her panties only a millimeter to the side and she let out a soft moan, as this action inadvertently pulled on one of her sweet, wet, pussy lips. Now I was fully in there, rubbing my hungry tongue over her luscious clit as she moaned and gasped in unison with the noise of her creaking leather boots and skirt. The leather smell of passion was now stronger than ever and I mentioned the gorgeous smell that was complementing the sex. With a hoarse and excited voice she told me that was skirt was new and she bought it yesterday for a special occasion. "What occasion?" I asked with surprise. "Your horny little tongue, your wife always told me about. She bragged about how you loved doing this and how good you were. She was so fucking right, you dirty, bad bastard." She said, nearly out of breath. By now my cock was so solid I could not contain myself. That bitch ex-wife of mine had done me a real favor. I remember so clearly, her riding my cock round and round as I watched her leather skirt react, clinging to her grinding hips and round ass; now her best friend gave me that same pleasure. We fucked and sucked each other for a couple of hours and it was gorgeous. Our climax was in the bedroom when I sucked her clit off to a climax then fucked her on her back with her legs up in the air. Her boots around my neck felt so smooth and sexy it made me shoot my cum like mad. As I pulled out she rolled over, knocking my now sore, and very messy cock. We had a good chat and giggle about how horny and bad we had been. She got up to use the bathroom and, upon returning, said she'd have to leave. In the living room she was on the phone to her husband, my mate, arranging for him to pick her up. As she spoke to him I stared down at her horny little black leather mini with a noticeable mark of my hot white, spunk still clinging to the rear hem. I found it sexually exciting to say nothing and leave it that way. I
could only wonder what happened when she returned home to find a
little part of me clinging to her supple leather ass. I wondered
who would see it first, her or her husband? - It was true, I really
was a leather-loving, dirty, bad bastard!
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