Leather kink: good deeds, bad resultsMy old school mate Kev and my work partner in our plumbing business was always a tearaway and when he got ‘sent down’ for a 12 month stretch in prison, i promised to keep things running for him. The first month was tough for everyone, not least of all his recent wife, Tracey, so i went around and helped with general issues around their house. After a month or so when the weather improved, so i went around on the Harley and as usual, we sat in the kitchen over a cup of tea planning work and helping with her issues. Today was different and her mind was elsewhere but i sensed that her eyes were all over my leathers. I had always loved leather, not just seeing it on women but wearing it, no-one else liked it the way i liked it, or at least i thought. However the bike was a great excuse and i was in top to toe, soft black leather: boots, jeans, jacket and gloves. They weren’t biker leathers but soft and close fitting, fashion leathers really, but it’s not a speed bike and i just really loved to wear full leather; never been able to understand why, but the smell, the feel and even the sound, i find stimulating to feel and see.Tracey kept commenting on them and pulling my leg yet seemed intrigued and was often stroking them to ‘see what they were like’. After an hour or so i was about to go and Tracey asked me to stay beyoğlu escort for dinner, ‘in fact’ she said, ‘why not stay over so you can have a drink? – the spare room is always ready’Accepting the offer i caught up with some emails on my iPhone as she busied herself and popped upstairs. She came down after an hour or so and took me by storm, she wore a short, black leather skirt and knee high leather boots, both as shiny as each other and a matching black leather, biker style, rock-chic, leather jacket. She was giggling, nervous and clearly a little uncomfortable, but this was serious. She broke the silence ‘lets put some rock music on and theme tonight’s dinner, as biker night’. I kept reminding myself she was my mate’s and also my work partner’s wife but she looked so stunning and her make up was done up like she going to a club, i’d never seen lips so glossy and red. The tables had turned and it was now her turn to see me intrigued and mesmerised, asking to ‘see what her leather felt like’. We had transferred to the lounge where the music was and my discomfort must have been obvious as she came up to me and wrapped her arms around me, her leather and mine creaking loudly against each other and the combined leather smell now wonderfully pungent but mingled with her sexy perfume. Instead üsküdar escort of reassuring each other we ended up with our tongues in each other’s mouths in an instant, the sexual – and kinky – tension was immense, too much for two lonely people dressed in sexy leather, with the whole evening ahead.Our tongues explored each others mouths as our hands concurrently explored felt each other’s tightly, leather-clad, bodies. We came up for air on occasion knowing that this was a terrible, awfully bad thing, but the sight of each other’s lust in our eyes simply fueled the passion, and our tongues slid effortlessly back into each other’s mouths. Before long our mouths were all over each other from the neck and earlobes down. My cock was now as hard as a flagpole and forcing its way vertical, but it did so in pain at the restriction of my tight, leather jeans. I pulled her in close to show her my ‘trouble’, pressing my bulge into her through my leather jeans and her leather mini, she needed no further hint. She immediately stopped kissing and went down onto her knees in front of me like a broken lift and began working on releasing my hot tool from its confines, not easily done but when she did the air seemed cool compared to the entrapment of my leather. Five minutes later i was looking down at my best mecidiyeköy escort friend’s leather-clad wife bobbing her beautiful head up and down on my cock, she felt amazing and i couldn’t stifle a moan. When she came up for air i took the opportunity of rearranging our positions such that i could lay her down fully and begin licking on her pussy as she continued working her mouth-magic on my cock. I had always adored 69. Of course the session could only go for so long and before cumming i felt a need for fucking and ended up mounting her from behind like a savage, given my pent up lust for leather over the years and having this hot bitch on the shag pile, as desperate as me for rare and greatly missed, sex.It was terrible of course to commit this betrayal, but i adored making Tracey moan out loud and squeal, and the sight and sound of her leather outfit clinging to her hot and lean body in response to my deep fuck thrusts was fantastic. Eventually i came and pumped my filthy cream into her pussy, shooting wad after wad, deep into her, ‘Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!!!’ she screamed in response to my ‘unloading’ and also to my delight. However, when she turned to look at me over her shoulder it was no longer lust on her face but alarm. ‘John!’ she shouted, ‘I’m not safe!’ she added, ‘…as Kev went down, i didn’t bother’. We slowed down but that sexy sight was still evident before each of us and i simply said ‘it’s done, we’ll need to consider it tomorrow’. To my shock, she just agreed and carried on bucking and riding me like as filthy slut, literally milking my still hard cock; but oh, what a fantastic and sexy flithy (leather) slut she was for me and for my leather kink.