A leather lesson

By John & Julie

As I sat watching TV on an average evening, one week, I sensed something different and looked up to see my wife stood in those gorgeous leathers she sometimes treated me to seeing her in. I had bought her a shiny black leather, short miniskirt and tight top; the steel stilettos of her black leather, thigh length boots that covered her fishnet stocking legs, only intensified this image. The leather smell was still so pungent with a whisk of her sex smell intermingled. She really had 'pushed the boat out'. She'd had her hair done and re-highlighted, her make-up fully set, with the bright pink lipstick that I loved to see compliment her shiny black leather.

I finally took in this wonderful greeting and grinned widely. Her face quickly lost her smile and became very serious as she virtually ordered me upstairs to change. This was a common occurrence when we had our 'games'. As I got into the bedroom leaving her downstairs, I saw she'd left all my leathers out, I knew what she required.

After stripping naked, I peeled the soft leather jeans and boots on over my skin. Cold as they were, the sheen of the soft leather glistening in the light was exciting. I was immediately hard. Then I pulled my jacket on, cold on my shoulders and back. I noticed she had been in my bedside cabinet and the inside was disturbed. Strange. I looked about further to see she had been in the drawers inside my wardrobe. My brain was racing to think if there were any items I'd left around that would piss her off. Was she searching for something in particular? I was now ready for whatever was to happen next by being covered in leather.

As I was making my way downstairs I heard the creaking sound of her leather at a quick pace. To my amazement, when I walked into the lounge she was on her back on the sofa, with her legs wide open, dangled over the side. She was quickly rubbing her clit with two shiny gloved, leather-clad fingers, above a freshly shaven, wet mound.

As I moved towards her, my cock hard and outlined through my tight leathers, she quickly jumped up and said "No you don't," she said. "I have a surprise". I was bursting with excitement and told her I couldn't wait much longer. With that she winked at me, took my hand and walked me into the hallway. She walked us straight to the under-stairs cupboard and pulled out her long, black leather trench coat.

As she quickly got it on she took my hand again.

"How much leather can you wear for it?" I asked, with the biggest hard on and grin in weeks.

Then my heart sank, she was walking us outside through the front door into the road. I tried to pull back.

"I can't, Julie, not in public."

"We're driving, hidden in the car, that's all," she tried to reassure.

I quickly looked around and as no one was round and it was darkening, I ran for the car with her.

She drove like a mad woman faster than I'd seen before and I realised I hadn't got a clue what the hell was now going on in my wife's mind. Questions started coming out about what on earth could be going on.

I broke, "You'd better tell me what the fuck is going on."

She said it didn't matter yet, after 5 minutes she pulled up into a fairly quiet petrol garage.

"I'm not getting out here, not in this outfit," I said.

"You don't fucking have to!" was her curt reply.

I couldn't understand what the hell was going on and now became a little depressed as this going a bit too weird for the girl I knew. She got out the car, and filled our car with gas for about 2 minutes and on completion, took her coat off. She threw it in the car across the back seat, and then walked across the forecourt in her full glory; her stiletto boots clicking along and the little leather mini stretching up and down, clinging to the tops of her thighs. I was embarrassed yet flabbergasted at her audacity. Despite it seeming deserted, I was desperately concerned, as she looked so WILD.

Just when I thought this couldn't get worse, 2 motorbikes rode in and the rider's started filling their machines with gas. What do I do when she comes out and they see her? I resigned myself to the fact they'd be whistling and causing mayhem and I'd have to bear it. I had no idea what had got into her.

About the time for her to come out of the kiosk, a car also pulled in, alongside ours. As soon as she exited the kiosk, she strutted across the forecourt and the bikers saw her. They immediately began whistling and shouting things like 'How much, baby?' I was mortified to see her smiling back at them and winking, then checking to see if I was watching - she really wanted me in pain. I couldn't believe it - Bitch! The car alongside had 3 female occupants who simply didn't bother getting out on seeing my wife's performance. The driver was a middle-aged lady mouthing her disgust under her breath and sneering, the other 2 were young teenagers, giggling, wide-eyed at my wife's audacity.

My wife got into our car and we drove off under the gaze of everybody, I kept any comment until I had recovered from the shock. We'd driven 5 miles then she started.

"I found your letter so you needn't think you got away with anything, I am teaching you a lesson."

"What fucking letter?"

"The one I found from your friend, congratulating you on a kinky conquest."

Everything fell into place at once and I started laughing.

"That was a letter about you", I said. "It's you, that's my conquest." I had commented on how good my kinky sex-life was to a friend (big mistake - even though he kept quiet aside from the letter). But it was about how I was enjoying my wife.

She then nervously grinned, "But if it was me, what about the magazine article I found. I didn't know you liked the sort of stuff so 'far out' in the magazine," she retorted, as if to double-check me, and that she had got it right. The magazine she had found, had a woman in leathers within a picture story being treated like a whore by three big black guys. I was aroused by the story but couldn't make out if Julie would like this or not.

But one thing was for sure; she was not going to let me forget it. She then started asking questions like was I pleased enough with her, why I hadn't shown the magazine to her etc. Finally she understood and saw the true picture as it was.

She then made a confession that really aroused me, that she had seen the picture story; she felt it was so dirty but she did not understand why she had become aroused by it. Her impromptu masturbation downstairs in the house earlier as I got ready, was a little bit to do with that story; coupled with the excitement of how she had planned to teach me a lesson, she had really pushed the boat out and excelled herself tonight!

I just decided to show her, I slipped my seat right back and went down on her in the knowledge she had no knickers on under that leather skirt. She selected the cruise button on and casually spread her legs as I licked her out until she was almost screaming. I couldn't stand it any longer, the realization of what just happened slotted in and I became so sexually aroused by what she had done, I went mad. My hands were all over her leather-clad body and I was kissing everything, from the tops of her leather thigh boots to her nipples that were forcing themselves through her leather top.

Sensing the reason for my aggressive sex, she writhed around harder and whilst moaning in this pleasurable episode, decided to raise the stakes of the horniest night we'd had in ages. She rode my tongue harder whenever I licked her clit and she told me that if she had found out that I had in fact 'strayed' with someone else, she would have gone back and fucked those 2 nasty bikers at the same time, to show me how independent she was. My hard on was raging and the sound and smell of our creaking leathers and sex was sending me wild. Within a minute she stopped the car on the side of the country road, pulled the hand brake on and with the engine still running, turned over, raising her shiny leather-clad ass in the air. My cock was now rigid and stood up like a flagpole, I forced it down so as to slide it underneath the hem of her leather mini-skirt. As soon as I had wedged my cock into the soft and now soaking flesh between her legs, i slid my rock hard shaft all the way up her snatch to my leather-clad balls. I was stretching her flesh all the way up as the only method of relieving the aching of both her pussy and my tool. Before long I was banging on her lips and pumping my piston up her so hard and fast that our leathers were becoming messy.

The sight of my shaft disappearing up her, surrounded by all that black shiny, creaking leather had me absolutely manic. I called her all the filthy names under the sun for what she had done. She responded accordingly, calling me names I did not realise my wife was aware of. I think the horniest thing of all, was knowing my wife had a slightly calm, religious and conservative background, then knowing she got so wet on dressing up in slutty black leather and fucking me like a dirty, foul mouthed, whore. We both thoroughly enjoy her being my leather slut.

I ended up shafting her so much and so hard she had problems walking for a week, especially in those awesome stiletto high-heeled thigh boots!! We reminisced about that night for a long time after and she often recalled her daring escapades to tease me afterwards, particularly what she'd threatened to do!! The thing so memorable was the sight of her cumming as I pumped her like hell, upon finishing, I then pulled out and finished myself over her silky smooth leather thigh boots (oooh magnificent!) please feel free to comment or rate this true story by emailing =>

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