ADVENTURES IN LEATHER PART 5 - SHOPPING

After my birthday life went back to normal, as if nothing happened. My wife and I continued as normal, even Cindy acted as if nothing ever happened. I tried to push my wife for information on her “secret”, but she was not about to give anything away yet. She simply maintained that I would come to understand in time. To tell the truth, not knowing was as much a turn-on as what it was a nagging question. What ever it was, it changed our sex life forever. She was able to do things with her body that I didn’t dream possible. If anything, it pulled us closer than ever before.

We made some “renovations” to the house. The kids’ bedrooms were moved to the guest rooms at the other side of the house. We closed the passage entrance to the room next to our bedroom off and broke through a new entrance from our bedroom. Under my wife’s supervision it was soundproofed, carpeted, mirrored and special electronic equipment installed. “Special furniture” was installed to turn it into our own little playpen, and boy did we have fun in there.

Up to this point my wife had the monopoly on leather. She was wearing leather every day now. Pants, jackets, coats, skirts, dresses, boots, lingerie, in all shapes, colours and forms of leather. I couldn’t get home quick enough to see what was on the daily menu. I started working out regularly again, and combined with all the sex, was loosing most of the middle-aged spread. I was actually starting to look damn good again!

My wife phoned me one afternoon, telling me to arrange leave for the next day. After checking my diary with Cindy, I found that miraculously all my appointments had moved postponed or cancelled. In a rare moment of gratitude for all my efforts with the merger, my MD gave me 2 days off. All that I knew was that I had to go shopping with my wife. I hated shopping. As far as I am concerned, the idiots of the world gather in shopping malls.

“What is the purpose of this ‘shopping day’ tomorrow?” I asked when I got home.

“Its time that we start your transformation” she answered, smiling mysteriously “Besides, I need some new stuff for myself and it is a good opportunity to spend some time together”.

I left it at that. The next day, after dropping the kids at school, I returned to a stunner. She was completely dressed in leather again. A black leather pencil skirt showed off her perfect little arse. She had a cream coloured satin blouse on with black knee high leather boots. She put on her soft kid-leather gloves and the now-famous long leather coat. I was ready to give up the day out and spend it home fucking. “Come, let’s hit the road. We can play later” she said with a smile, reading my mind.

We left in her car. She insisted on driving, obviously knowing that she will be in control until she was ready to let us go home. She loved her Audi TT; I knew this by the amount of traffic fines that reached home! She was driving, peacefully smoking. Instead of heading for the Mall she took the highway towards the city center. I became more uncomfortable as we entered one of the less-kosher areas, know as a bit of a red-light district, but she seemed to know her way around. My wife is a gutsy lady. She was raised poor, one of 7 kids. She was always the driven one, putting herself through university by working 2 or 3 jobs at a time, while her brothers and sisters remained in the gutter. I met her at my first job after leaving varsity. She was a marketing PA and later promoted to a Representative position. We hit it off immediately. I was drawn to her razor-sharp wit and her sexy arse. Being the “older” woman’s plaything was another benefit. Well, she wasn’t worried about the area, so I had no reason to be.

We turned into a side-alley and parked behind a shabby-looking building. We entered through the back entrance, and stepped into heaven. The smell alone gave me a boner. It was a leather clothing shop, specializing in custom-made clothing and shoes. As we walked in a very sexy young brunette approached us. She embraced my wife and gave her a smouldering kiss on the lips.

“Hay beautiful, haven’t seen you in a while. How you been?” the little brunette gave me a sceptical look. “Who’s the stiff? Your new slave?”

“What the f….” I started, but got cut off by my wife. Who is this little slut? How do they know each other? What the fuck is this slave-business?

“Hi Darla. If been great, busy” my wife smile, looking at my confused expression “This is my husband, my sex-slave” she continued laughing.

“Oh, hallo” she smiled “Heard a lot about you, horny bastard, aren’t you”. Darla was wearing an oxblood coloured leather pants, so tight that it looked like she was moulded in it. A tight white t-shirt with “BITCH” printed over the chest perfectly emphasized her 34D tits. She had so many tattoos and piercings that she might cause a national security alert should she decide to walk through a metal detector. She was tall, slender and sexy.

“Hallo, I wish I could say the same about you” was all I could manage, giving my wife that ‘we’ll-talk-later’ look. She just smiled.

“That’s our girl, very discrete”. Isn’t she just, I thought.

“Well, what can I do you for today?” she asked my wife, gently gliding her hand up and down my wife’s arm. She clearly had the hots for her, and made no secret about it.

“The best leather you have for him, you know what I like” she replied, smiling at me she continued, “Oh, price is not an option, it’s on his credit card”.

“It’s going to be tough, but lets see what we can do!” Darla said mockingly. This snotty little cow was starting to irritate me, but I found her strangely arousing at the same time.

Darla led us to a private dressing room on the first floor of the building. It was a complete contrast to the outside, very stylish and elegantly furnished with a thick rich carpet, plush leather couch, and antique coffee table with a pile of fetish-art photography books on them. My wife sat down after pouring herself a cup of coffee and lit a cigarette.

“Get rid of those rags! You should be shot for wearing something like that in here!”. I looked at her confused and she answered “Come now, there’s nothing there that I haven’t seen before” giggling she smiled at my wife. This chick is getting on my nerves and my wife knew it. Smiling at me she said “Come on dear, cooperate. This is not a trip to the dentist, its fun” she said to me mockingly.

I started stripping out of my ‘rags’ while Darla was moving from hanging rack to rack taking stuff down. She gave me a couple of leather jeans to try on. I started to relax, but got self-conscious again when I realized Darla was eyeing my package. I looked at my wife, puzzled, but she just smiled. She loved the fact that I was backed in a corner! After trying on a couple, the ladies finally decided on the right pants. It was a pair of black leather jeans, made of the most beautiful soft leather. It fit like a second skin, but not uncomfortable, a perfect fit.

“That’s perfect, we’ll take it” my wife said.

“Yip, it actually makes that butt of his look like something. Quite fuckable if I’m semi-drunk!” Darla said as the two of them burst out laughing. I was getting used to the little slut and commented, “Honey, you don’t have the class and I don’t have the time!” we all laughed again.

I kept the jeans on and tried on a couple of leather shirts. After trying on a couple I found the perfect one. It was even softer black leather than what the pants were, officer-cut, with 2 pockets on the chest, studs instead of buttons. My wife and Darla finished of the outfit with a pair of Harley boots and a ¾ length black leather coat.

I thought that we were done, but I was wrong.

“Now find him something for play-time” my wife said.

While I was stripping down to my underwear again, Darla went trough more racks and drawers. When she returned, she had an arm full of stuff. “Get out of those ridiculous briefs!” she ordered and added in disgust “Powder-blue, I mean really!”

I felt self-conscious again. This bitch really knew how to get under my skin. Before I could react, she went down on her knees, grabbed my briefs by the waist and ripped them down.

“You’re a bit slow in the uptake. You definitely need some discipline!” Darla smirked to great amusement of my wife.

Darla gave me a couple of briefs to try on, but I didn’t like any of then. Eventually I tried one on that was a perfect fit. It was black leather with a front zipper to access my dick. My wife gave an approving smile, but Darla didn’t seem impressed.

“For fuck sakes, you hardly do justice to it! You don’t even fill the pouch out properly” she barked. On her haunches in front of me, she pulled the zip down and pulled my dick through the opening. “No wonder, lets get this little thing stiff” she said, leaning forward, she wrapped her lips around my dick and gave it 2 or 3 decent sucks. My dick immediately stiffened. My wife laughed aloud as I stood there embarrassed. “That’s better” she said, shoving my erect cock back through the opening and zipped it up again. I must admit, I filled it out perfectly and it felt perfectly comfortable. She added a harness that attached to the briefs to that. Next has a leather full hood. It had a detachable gag and eye cover. I put the hood on and Darla pulled the laces at the back tight. She then finished it off with a broad leather dog collar.

“What do you think?” Darla asked my wife.

“Perfect. You sure have a magic touch” my wife said approvingly “I’m getting hot just thinking about the fun we’ll have”.

“That’s nothing, watch this” Darla said, taking me by the arm, she pulled me over to a X-rack against the wall. Pressing me against it, she tapped my ankles apart wit her foot, and tied my legs down with the leather straps. Next she tied my wrists down and shoved the gag into my mouth. I stood there helplessly tied to the X-rack, unable to move, only able to see through the eyeholes. Darla smiled at me and walked over to my wife.

Darla leaned down and started kissing my wife in the neck. I though she might protest, but then realized that she was enjoying it. My heart started racing, at first in anger, but then I realized that I was very aroused. Every man has a lesbian fantasy, but normally not involving his own wife. Well, my wife is so hot that I had many fantasies about her. My wife pulled Darla closer and they started making out like two teenagers. I could see their lips locking and their tongues tangling and teasing. Darla slipped her hand under my wife’s skirt and started playing with her pussy. I was so hard I thought that I might pass out. I heard my wife moaning with pleasure and I could feel pre-cum seeping out of my dick. This was possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen!

After making out a couple of minutes Darla got up and pulled my wife of the sofa. She took my wife by the hand and started to lead her out of the room. “We’ll see you soon” Darla said antagonistically, the comment obviously aimed at making me jealous. Just before the door closed behind them my wife looked back over her shoulder and gave me a sexy little smile. I felt waves of emotion wash over me, arousal, jealousy, frustration! My lovely wife was fucking someone else and I was not part of it! I always thought that I would somehow be involved in something like this. All of a sudden a great calmness came over me as I realized how sexy she was, how much she enjoyed it, and how selfish I was. I realized that this was part of why there was such a positive change in our lives, and I felt strangely content.

A couple of minutes passed that felt like an eternity. A was still securely strapped to the X-rack. I was getting accustomed to being isolated from the outside world, barring being able to see through the hood. Eventually the door swung open, Darla looked quite pissed-off. She walked towards me and started to un-strap me. “Your shit is over there” she gestured towards the sofa “She wants you to get dressed in your new stuff. I’ll see you downstairs, when you’re done” Darla said before storming out of the room. As Darla left my wife came through the other door, smoothing out her leather skirt and putting her coat back on. By the time she reached me I was already out of the hood and busy putting the leather jeans on. She walked up to me and without a word kissed me passionately, rubbing my leather-covered dick while I massaged her leather arse. She felt, tasted and smelt wonderful.

“Everything OK?” I asked.

“Perfect. God you look great!” she replied.

“What’s up with your friend?”

“She was a bit confused, but I set her right. She’ll get over it” she said matter-of-fact “Get dressed, slowly. I want to take in every moment”.

She sat back in the sofa, leather creaking against leather, and lit a cigarette. She studied me intensely as I got dressed. I knew that my insecurities were my own problem, she was all mine.