Hungry Wife - part three

By John & Julie

With our plan set up, I was buzzing and couldn't sleep! It was just as well because I got a call early in the morning before
the flight to Canada, to say she couldn't go through with it all. I raced around there as soon as her husband was out at
work and sat down to discuss it all. She was adamant! She simply wouldn't go through with it and decided that I could have
the leathers anyway, to get back at her hubby, but it was a nop show - Tania would also be upset i thought. I went home
with my plastic bag of wonderful ladies leatherwear with no-where to go. I sat down and figured maybe it was for the best
- one of those things. That night Julie had sensed something was up and kept on at me to 'spill the beans'. I was truthfully
worried about what she would say. That night she came down stairs in her new leather skirt i called her 'unfaithful'. I
explained there was an element of excitement in her wearing that for me having been fucked by another man in it, but i
was really panged with the need to exact a certain revenge for what she did because she hurt me. The perfect moment
arrived: she straddled my legs in the now extremely tight leather zip up mini and said "I would do literally anything in the
world, however bad, to make up for that - i am so sorry". Bingo! - I had it, I quickly explained the whole story of revenge
and how i now had the leathers but no woman to do the deed. In an instant we were finishing each others sentences off
and growing my cock huge in my pants at the suggestions bouncing around that she take this girls place. I wasn't sure
that this would make me feel better for her betrayal but she added that we would still be getting back at the bastard
(showing she had no emotional tie with him at all). "What about the filming?" I asked, won't you mind that? "nop, couldn't
give a shit. I am sooooo hot for your leather sex I would do anything" she constantly admitted to to having a true problem
with being a nymphomaniac when it came to leather. In seconds my cock was standing upright like a flag pole and she
explained how soaking wet it had all made her. We got the new leathers out and tried them for size - she squeezed into
them perfectly. Watching her parade around the house, creaking and squeaking in those tight new shiny leathers had
me falling apart. They hugged her form and creased and clung to her perfectly. The plan was on again!! We went out to
Canada and the scene was set with just a few phone calls as arranged on the internet chat. An arrangement was made to
meet in a seperate hotel to ours just in case! In getting ready on the evening, we were massively nervous and didnt
really have all the confidence we thought we would have on such an occasion. She had to be talked out of wearing
underwear - normally not an issue - but eventually relaxed after a drink or two from the minibar. She came out of the
bathroom immaculate in her highlighted long hair and shiny glossy lipstick with marked eyeshadow. But the amazing
sight was her skin tight leather and zip ensemble finished off with her leather thigh high boots, shining and creaking in
the light, clinging and reacting to her every movement. A quick 'finger check' from me proved that she had no underwear
under that short zip-up leather mini-skirt and her nipples showed how nervous she was by streching the leather over her
chest and pushing her nipples through. She was insistant on wearing her long full length black leather trench coat over
the top that kept her dignity, right down to the floor. With my excitement at being in my leather pants and jacket we took
a long hard last look at ourselves before embarking on one of the most audacious challenges yet. Out in the foyer we
were a little nervous but soon got used to it. Having strided outside and down the street we were mingling with the crowd
and much happier, this was of course until we went into the hotel where we were meeting. It was silent apart from the
staff and very upmarket. Not at all used to leatherclad people we mentioned under our breath. We went to the bar and
after a drink or two relaxed again to normal - great. After 40 mins we were getting on well with only one or two people
coming into the bar and we were getting a little brave even though we were nearer to the time of meeting, a little braver
than usual. As Julie ;eant against the bar the split in her coat opened slightly and if someone was at the very end of the
bar they would have realised she was wearing thigh boots, all the way up from those lovely shiny stilettos. The tops of
her legs only showed momentarily but enough for me to get hard. When I am hard and in leather there is no stopping
me at all. I slipped a finger up the back of her coat and into the vent. With ease my fingers rubbed across the rear of her
buttery soft leather skirt. Of course, within seconds i was slipping my fingers back and forth up and down her soaking
wet pussy lips. She was overtly trying to suppress any emotions but in the state we were in now it was quite difficult.
After a minute i was finger fucking her pussy whilst dextrously using another finger to roll her clit around within the
soaking juice, and telling her the most filthy thing she loved to hear. I eventually had to stand against the bar pushing
myself into it to prevent the huge bulge of my now smelling, filthy tool from sticking out of my leather pants and being
obvious. I had developed a batter technique and got my 2 middle fingers right up into her making the occasional squelch
as my little finger rolled her clit in the juice and my thumb fucked her tighly, leatherclad arse. She simply could not stop
herself from from very very slightly riding my hand, but made out the very slight rocking was her either laughing or rocking
to the gentle bar music, quietly in the background. the swathes of long beautiful leather sheets falling down to her ankles
were now being occasionally shimmered in the light because of the effect my fist fucking was having on my wife. Within
10 minutes she was wimpering slightly and i could see that she was definiately about come. Well, i didn't want to spoil
the evening and after all could not leave the hotel with a raging hard on. So i stopped dead and pulled my hand out
unceremoniously from under her mini and from behind the split of her long leather coat......
To be Continued....

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