Chapter 1

I typically dress rather conservative in public when it comes to my leather. I will wear my boots, coat and gloves, but that is usually it. I have on occasion worn my black leather jeans that I had made to fit like my Levi 527's, but only if we are going to a bar or a concert — it has to be dark and after-hours as these things fit me very tight, leaving nothing to the imagination. I usually settle for tight fitting jeans — but denim pales in comparison to the leather jeans. Either way, I have to be careful as my cock is on full display at all times. Now, I am not endowed with a huge donkey cock, but my 8" is nothing to snicker at either. I never fail to attract female attention when I wear them, usually having 8 to 10 sets of hands grab my ass or cock in any given bar. For this reason, my wife would rather accompany me whenever I wear them out of the bedroom.

My wife is also a leather lover, though she too wears only conservative items out in public usually. She has a pair of low rise, boot cut black leather jeans and a black leather pencil skirt that goes just below the knees that she will wear out — which is fine by me because they both hug her ass so tightly that I usually walk around with a raging hard-on all night, trying to get her home to fuck her.

Well, on this occasion I had some errands to run that called for me to be dressed semi-hip and while I would typically wear jeans and a jacket to this, it was so fucking cold and the wind was blowing so hard, I decided to wear my leathers for added warmth and to block the wind. There's no room for long underwear or anything under my tight jeans. So, I wore my black leather jeans, charcoal pointed toe leather cowboy boots with one inch heels, a white button up shirt with red silk tie and black leather blazer. On top of this, I wore my black leather trench coat, black leather gloves and black stocking cap (hey, it was fucking freezing!). After getting dressed, I headed out the door for the train.

As soon as I got on the train for downtown, the craziness started. As the train was warm and my trip was 45 minutes, I took off my hat and coat and stood to the side. Now, you're not going to see me with my shirt off on the cover of Men's Health anytime soon, but I am a pretty attractive, in shape guy: I'm 6' tall, 180 lbs., my jeans are 32 waist x34 inseam (the only reason I have a 32" waist is I have a good sized muscular ass — my waist is 30") and I have wavy brown hair and deep blue eyes. Women of all ages, sizes and looks were checking me out and smiling. One very attractive business woman in her 40's came up, grabbed my ass, slipped her card into my blazer and told me, "I'd like to see what's under all that leather sometime very soon ... as soon as tonight" as she got off the train. Wow, I thought, "Maybe I should be wearing these out more often".

The looks continued throughout the train ride and the subsequent meetings and errands and my wife called me on my cell. She said that she had noticed I had worn my leather jeans and blazer, and would I like to meet her out after while? Of course, I knew my leather would turn on my wife and since our schedules often kept us busy through the week, only allowing us to fuck on the weekends, I would take any opportunity I could to get laid on a weeknight. So we agreed to meet at a particular bar in 90 minutes.

I finished up early, so I was already sitting at the bar nursing a Jack on the Rocks when she walked in. Every guy in the bar noticed her. One server even dropped a tray of drinks. Women were slapping their boyfriends for staring — she looked that fucking sexy. Here comes my 5'9", perfectly shaped wife (bigger than average rack, tiny waist, nice juicy ass and exquisite legs) completely covered in leather. She had on 6" black leather platform knee high boots, fishnet stockings, a black leather mini-skirt that barely covered her ass, a black leather halter that had a collar on it, covered by a mid-length black leather coat that hung just below her skirt, black leather gloves and black leather hobo style hat. She had done her make-up right, with nice smoky eyes and glossy deep red lipstick just like I enjoy seeing her wear. Everyone, even the women, were watching to see who she'd sit down next to. Before her tight leathered ass even hit the barstool, the bartender was taking her drink order, "glass of merlot please."

The bartender nervously poured her drink and brought it to her. He looked disappointed when I told him to put it on my tab.

"Hey there sexy, how'd your meetings go?"

"Excellent, I got the deal I was looking for. God damn woman, you look so fucking sexy. I can't believe you wore that out of the house! Fuck, I can feel my cock growing as we speak."

"I can see that. Just watching your cock bulge in your leather pants is making me a little moist."

"I don't think I can have more than one drink, then I'll have to take you home and fuck your brains out."

"Well, first of all, we're going to have three drinks. And you're not going to take me home and fuck me."

"I don't think I can take seeing you in that outfit and not fucking you. That ain't gonna happen. I'm going to fuck you."

"Settle down stud, I just said you weren't fucking me at home, I didn't say we weren't going to fuck. You think I can see you all dressed in leather, watching all the women in the bar's pussies getting drenched staring at your bulging big cock and not fuck you?"

"Well, then what do you have in mind?"

"We're going to sit here, drink our three drinks, paw at each other a little bit, maybe share a kiss or two, then we're going to go somewhere and see where the night takes us."

"Okay then."

We sat there unable to take our eyes off of each other, which was okay, because everyone in the bar was looking at us too. In the middle of our third drink, she moved her hand over and started rubbing my cock outside my jeans. She was very obvious about it and looked at everyone watching us as she did it, licking her lips, teasing them.

"I love the way your big cock feels all covered in leather."

"I love you playing with it."

"Doesn't it make you horny to know that in this bar, every guy's dick is hard looking at me, wishing they could fuck me, their cocks leaking that little bit of pre-cum. Knowing that when they get home they will be thinking about me when they fuck their girlfriends or wives? Or that they'll be jerking off thinking of shoving their cocks deep into my leather covered ass?"

"Yeah, it does. I get to fuck you and they just get to fantasize about it."

"That's right. And I know every woman in this bar is soaking her panties looking at your tight ass and big cock in those tight leather pants. Wishing it was you and your cock that was going to be inside of them tonight instead of their puny boyfriends or vibrators. Just imagining that they're grabbing your leather covered ass as you jam your huge rod inside their pussies until they cream all down your throbbing shaft ... but I'm the one who gets to do those things to you."

"That's right, you own my cock."

"That's right. There's only four places your cock is allowed to be: in my mouth, in my hand, in my pussy and in my puckered little asshole."

After that, I couldn't take much more. Without saying a word, I downed the last of my Jack and then the rest of her merlot and dropped more than enough money on the bar. I handed her her coat, started putting mine on and said, "let's go!"

As we walked out onto the street, she immediately gave me a big, wet, deep kiss and ran her leather gloved hand down the front of my jeans. I just throbbed in her hand.

"C'mon" she said, "follow me."

So I did. I had no idea where we were going, but I didn't care. We were almost running, hand in hand, down the street. She was leading — I was watching her ass. Before I knew it she had hailed a cab and we jumped in the back. She instructed the driver to drive us to a certain hotel. As we were driving, we were kissing heavily in the back seat, both of us running our hands all over each other's bodies and then she climbed in my lap and began giving me a lap dance in the cab, grinding her leather clad ass all over my leather covered cock. After awhile of that, she climbed off, unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock from the leather pants bondage it had been in for the last few hours. Taking one gloved hand on to my shaft, she lowered her head down into my lap, using her other hand to move her long blonde hair out of the way. She then used that hand to cup my aching balls. About this time the cab driver noticed what was going on and adjusted his mirror to watch her thick red lips move up and down my cock. She was taking her time — she had plenty planned and didn't want me to cum before we even got started. The cab driver said something about being three blocks from the hotel and she stopped, pushed my raging cock back in my jeans, zipped them up and smiled, "the best is yet to come."

After paying the cab driver, she raced to the elevators with me close behind. We got in the elevators and she pushed the button for the second floor.

"The second floor? A special night and we're only on the second floor? This hotel is 60 stories!"

"There's a reason for that cowboy, don't you worry."

We got off on the second floor and went down the hall. She pulled a key card from her purse and we entered the room. There was one king sized bed, a table and a chair. The table had anal lube on it as well as a bottle of wine. She quickly went to the window and opened the blinds which covered a window that allowed the entire room to be seen from the busiest pedestrian street in the city. She moved the chair close to the window and came back for me, frozen, standing in the doorway.