After the night Emma sucked my dick, I tried to avoid her for awhile. She apparently sensed I needed the space and didn't push the envelope but didn't stop dressing as she did either.
My wife had no idea what was going on but I felt guilty so I initiated sex more than usual. My wife wore a lot of leather out and about too but even at 30 was a bit more toned down than Emma. She wears a lot of leather jackets, pants and skirts along with boots and heels and at home, well, she would wear anything from chaps to leather cup-less teddies to leather dresses to you name it.
The hornier I was the more my wife would indulge my fantasies since she was getting what she wanted. I'd come home and she'd be wearing nothing but a pair of leather heeled boots and a leather mini skirt that barely covered her ass with no panties. I'd grab her, throw her on the couch, eat her pussy until she came and then fuck the shit out of her for 45 minutes. We'd have dinner, have a glass of wine and she'd come to bed in nothing but chaps and cowboy boots and we'd do it all over again.
This went on for a month to a month in a half before Emma pushed the issue again. I was still jerking off in my office most days but now in addition to the fantasies in my head regarding her and her sexy leather outfits, I now had the memory of her giving me one of the best blowjobs I'd ever had. This day, I'd been too busy to jerk off and Emma was wearing a tight black leather skirt that didn't quite come to the knee, black heeled boots and a white satin blouse. She also had her glasses on and her hair up and it was driving me crazy.
Around 7 pm the office had cleared out and Emma popped in to ask me about dinner. I told her to order whatever she liked and to go get a bottle of Barolo and two glasses from the company's cellar. When she came back about 30 minutes later she had Italian food to go with our Barolo and we cleared my desk to eat. We managed to make a little small talk over the food knowing we still had work to do for a couple hours. Eventually, she spoke up and didn't beat around the bush about it.
"John, do you like what I'm wearing today?"
"Yeah Emma, you look great. You always look great."
"I saw you staring at my ass as I left earlier. I can tell you're still liking what you see in spite of the fact you've been trying to avoid me."
"Yeah, I am a man, I can't help it, I have to look at a beautiful woman when I see her."
She took a sip of wine and grabbed my food and threw away our trash and came around the desk and sat on my desk, spreading her legs and putting her heels on the arms of my chair.
"Tell me how much you like what you see?"
Before I could answer she pushed her hand up her skirt and began fingering her pussy.