A couple months after our last public leather encounter, my wife and I thought we would try something a little different, but equally provocative. This time would be slightly different though because we'd be coming home after meeting someplace out. It was getting to be springtime and our neighborhood comes alive once the weather is out; people start partying and hanging out outside, but it is still cool enough at night to wear our leathers.
So here it is, late April and the weather this past weekend was perfect. We also knew our downstairs neighbors would be having a massive party and our back decks connect, so we thought about taking things one step further than last time. No glass separating us from our viewers.
I have been working on shedding my winter weight, I always put on five to ten pounds in the winter and I was dropping that weight, not all the way back to my summer self, but almost. I put on my black biker boots with my tight black leather jeans -- these are new, they're almost like skinny jeans that hug all of me very well. On top of that I wore a tight black t-shirt that barely comes to my waist and a black leather blazer. I'm shaved, showered and my hair's done well -- I'm looking pretty awesome if I do say so myself. My wife is going to take awhile, so I head down to the corner bar to have a drink while I wait on her -- she'll meet me there when I'm done.
I am sitting there watching the basketball game on the television, nursing a Sierra Nevada and in walks my wife. Wow! She is wearing her tight, skinny jean style black leather pants, a white satin blouse tucked into it, pearl necklace and bracelet, a hip black leather jacket and 5" black patent heels. She is made up exactly like I like her: bright red lips, smoky eyes and her hair up. Every guy in the bar follows her with their eyes to the seat next to me. The bartender is there immediately. She orders a vodka tonic and it was the fastest vodka tonic I'd ever seen -- he was spilling shit everywhere because he never took his eyes off of her. She went to pay and he waved her off.
So stud, you're looking rather hot this evening she said.
You look fucking unbelievable! My cock is going to bust through my leathers I reply. She looks down and smiles. She then reaches out her hand, nails painted bright red to match her lips and toes and strokes my cock outside my pants.
I can see that. Let's enjoy our drinks and then go to the party.
We did exactly that. I slammed my beer and then spent five minutes watching her with her drink and watching the guys in the bar watch her. Several guys were either readjusting their hard-ons or rubbing their cocks under the table. I didn't blame them, I thought of retreating to the bathroom and rubbing one out myself.
She finished her drink and got up. When she did she intentionally dropped her pen, she then slowly bent down to pick it up, wiggling her ass for every man to see. Let's go dear, she said. We left.
As we were walking down the street, cars full of guys were honking at her and every time they did, I simply reached down and grabbed her tight, leather covered ass. I knew what was in store for me (and so many other people) later. It was only a few blocks but there must have been twenty honks.
When we got to the party it was already hopping. The music was going, we greeted our neighbors and they provided us with drinks and we separated to mingle. This was the fun part; we'd watch each other across the room and see how people would flock to us (mainly guys to her, but I received my fair share of attention -- more on that later). It wasn't too long before I noticed two guys who were hovering over her. She was loving the attention and it showed. She sent me a text message that read, these two guys just offered to fuck me silly. I felt my dick throb.
