My wife loves the feel of soft, buttery leather. Her affinity for its touch has developed quite recently. My Elaine, who is so all-American, even conventional, for whom intercourse with the woman on top was practically the Kama Surra, is all of a sudden into straps, buckles, metal studs and, most of all, leather undergarments. Not that I’m complaining; I’m just surprised. Elaine was twenty-two when I married her, a former student of mine who had recently graduated. She is extremely attractive, with what I call a dancer’s body: long, slender legs, and breasts that are full, high and firm. Her short, curly hair bounces energetically when she walks, and her smile can light up a room. But I never thought of her as all that adventuresome.

Of sturdy Scandinavian stock and raised on a Midwest farm, she comes from a background that is highly conservative as regards social matters, including intimate relations between husbands and wives. This held a certain attraction for me, because it meant that I was able to transfer my role of teacher from the classroom to the bedroom, and I was enjoying introducing Elaine to such “new” delights as doing it with the lights on and oral sex, replete with all the attendant blushing hesitancy I found so alluring. Suddenly, however, she has taken a giant leap forward: The student has become the teacher! Did I start it? I guess it all began with what I thought would be just a fun romp with a simple sex toy — I guess they call them marital aids. One night, prior to making Jove, I put on a leather cock-and- balls strap. It is a simple device, really — it looks rather like an elongated letter H and is made of soft black glove leather, and it has snaps. One portion fastens around the base of the penis and the other around the scrotum behind the testicles. If the strap is fastened tight, it tends to enhance erection and sensitivity by restricting the flow of blood.

Elaine, who had slowly grown accustomed to the new and unusual at bedtime, watched the process with shining eyes and an expectant her sensual mouth curved in an expectant smile. When I was finished, she licked her lips and announced that she found the results highly satisfactory. There was, she indicated, something about the way the leather strap plumped up my genitals that was extremely arousing. She said it looked as though my cock were straining for release. She said that the way the veins stood out vividly along its length turned her on.

Later on, when she was stroking my cock, Elaine told me that she enjoyed fondling the leather almost as much as she enjoyed fondling me. She discovered that the strap made it easier to suck on my balls, an act which she had lately grown to love. But the real surprise came when I slid into her wet and open pussy.

I am reasonably well endowed, but having the strap snapped tightly around the base of my penis made me feel huge. When I slid into Elaine to the hilt, the pressure of the leather band gave my cock the sensation of great heaviness. I felt that I could fuck forever.

I stayed as hard as a bar of iron for quite a long time, driving into her with increasing intensity, the leather band that kept me hard spreading her lips wider than usual with each thrust. Elaine made a special point of watching, and she enjoyed this sensation so much that she began to gasp and come almost at once. With her long-nailed fingertips clutching spasmodically at my buttocks, she tried to pull me even deeper into her. When her intense contractions finally mellowed, I reached down and unsnapped the band just in time to inundate her with a seemingly endless stream of pent-up come.

After that, Elaine started enjoying leather wear more and more frequently. While the cock-and-ball strap continued to be a favorite of hers, she began to buy increasingly exotic, increasingly binding leather accessories for both of us. The first thing she got me was a soft leather pouch that she begged me to wear under my clothes. The pouch was very confining, and I was barely able to stuff myself into it. There was a leather thong that went up the back between the buttocks and which was fastened to a leather thong that tied around the waist. To my surprise, it was not uncomfortable; it was even quite erotic, because it held me snugly, somewhat like cupped hands.

It turned out to be quite thrilling to stand before a class full of unknowing students, aware that under my rumpled tweed suit, I was wearing only the briefest of leather undergarments. For her part, Elaine would go off to work in a crisp jacket and skirt and starched white blouse, while underneath she wore a net teddy trimmed with leather, and stockings held in place with leather garters that snapped to the teddy. The feeling of power the leather underwear provided, she said, gave her a decided advantage in dealing with some of the more backward men in her office.

These sexy leather garments have added new dimensions to our lovemaking. On days when we both wear leather, we make a point of dressing together, so that our thoughts throughout the day will be filled with images of what the other has on. Sometimes it is all we can do to wait until we get home to strip off our outer garments and reveal the leather underneath. Sometimes I will arrive home to find Elaine reclining on the bed like an exotic princess, her body tightly wrapped in some sort of leather concoction, and she will command me to worship her with my mouth. If I arrive home first, I strip to my leather and pretend to be busy at my desk when she comes in. I ignore her until she is on her knees before me, begging to suck me.

Once we happened to arrive home simultaneously. I was putting my bike away just as her car pulled into the driveway. We met on the porch, kissed chastely, and began to go through the mail together as I unlocked the door and we went inside. Once the door had closed behind us, we kissed again, this time more deeply, letting the catalogues and appeals for money flutter to the floor as our tongues probed each other.

We shed our daytime disguises and revealed our true leather-clad selves. She ground her hips against mine until our frantic agitation had pushed my skimpy leather pouch to one side and my erect cock, pointing straight up, came into direct contact with the leather-and-chain garters encircling her thighs. I cupped her breasts and felt her erect nipples faintly through her matching leather bustier. She had one hand on my cock and was squeezing it almost painfully while the fingertips of her other hand dug into the flesh of my ass. I crushed her breasts against her and pinched her leather-covered nipples. I clawed at the shoulder straps of the bustier and jerked the cone-shaped cups away so eagerly that she fell against me. I grasped one exposed breast and raised it to my mouth to suck.

In an instant we were on the floor amid our mail and clothing and discarded briefcases, lunging wildly at each other, grunting and sweating. She quickly untied her leather G-string, revealing herself to be moist and ready. I hardly paused at all, merely ran the head of my cock up and down her slit to lubricate it slightly before stuffing it into her. There was nothing delicate about our coupling there on the floor; we simply pounded into each other wildly until we both came and then collapsed together in a heap, laughing and trying desperately to catch our breath.

Elaine’s latest acquisition is the most exotic, and certainly my favorite. I still have no idea where she gets this stuff! It is virgin white, which sets off her tan skin, and it gives a powerful suggestion of bondage with a minimum of material. The top begins with a collar from which is suspended a brass ring. From the ring, three straps extend down, one between her breasts and one on either side of them, to a strap that runs across her rib cage. This is held in place by two brass rings and a chain that runs around her back. The waistband is also a chain. There is a brass ring in back which attaches to a narrow leather strap that runs down between her buttocks and up her front to where it widens to just cover her pubic mound (which she has taken to shaving), where it divides into two straps attached to brass rings over her hips. It is unbelievably arousing, for it draws the eye to certain critical portions of her body, both revealing and concealing at the same time. The result is that I am drawn in, unable to keep my hands, my tongue off her. All I can see is her body tightly laced in white leather.

The last time she wore that outfit, we had the most mind-blowing sex. As I stood in front of her, dressed for sex, Elaine traced my leather thong with her fingertips; it felt as though she were checking the quality of the material. She ran her palm across my chest, and I felt her heat. We were both highly aroused, but I remained in control. Elaine started to lose all restraint; and she raked my nipples with her nails and tongued them, bringing them to rigid points. She clutched my back, then moved her fingers lower, finally digging tl1em into my buttocks. Pressing closer, Elaine’s rounded thigh worked its way between mine to nudge the swelling pouch between my legs. Bringing her hands around in front of me, Elaine played with the laces of the pouch, and it took her no time at all to untie them. My cock tumbled out, trembling, and swayed heavily. I turned around and Elaine went right for my cock.

I followed the lines of her white leather outfit with my tongue while my hands cupped and caressed her breasts. Elaine sighed while I pinched her nipples, and her loving grip on my hard-on tightened. Lifting her up and carrying her to the bed, I placed her on it. Elaine smiled up at me and spread her legs wide, and I positioned myself between them. Again she took me in her hands, but this time she playfully rubbed the head of my cock along the strip of leather that covered her cunt. By now her smooth labia bulged out on either side of the strip, and she rubbed me against her wet sex.

I needed to get closer, and I pushed her hands away and lowered my head to inhale the sharp musk of her. Her own juices blended with the leather, and the odor was so intoxicating! Carefully I licked at the shaved flesh that flowed out over both sides of the leather strip. Slowly I tongued the leather itself, all the way from between her buttocks up to where it divided to join the brass rings over her hips. Elaine moaned. She obviously loved this, and her thighs closed lovingly around my head and her hands pulled me into her moist pussy.

Very delicately I pushed the leather strap to the side and revealed her glorious core, pink, glistening and inviting. My tongue plunged in and I feasted on her, probed her inner warmth and drove her wild. Elaine arched her back, and her own fingers were twisting her nipples fiercely. I brought her quickly to orgasm by licking her this way. Elaine was straining toward my mouth, wanting more.

She reached down and took my leather harness in her hands and pulled me around, pushing me back, spreading my legs and lying between them so that her nipples brushed lightly against my now open leather pouch. Her breasts pillowed my rigid cock on either side. Still clutching my harness, she rubbed herself against me like this, allowing me to watch my cock as it glided between her tits. Finally I reached down and placed my hands on either side of her head and pushed lightly. She knew precisely what I wanted at that moment. Elaine lowered her head and, teasingly extending the tip of her tongue, ran it lightly along the underside of my cock, from base to head. My cock twitched, and she looked up at me with a devilish grin, pleased with her power.

Finally she grasped me with one hand and, with her eyes on mine, guided me to her waiting lips. Elaine pushed me into her a centimeter at a time, with agonizing slowness, until the tip of her nose was practically brushing my belly. She then held me there and let her tongue do the work, lapping at me as though I were a slick of candy. Elaine licked and sucked and then raised her head slightly and lifted herself up until just the tip of my cock was resting between her pouting red lips. Teasing me with this game, she completely engulfed me once more. I was insane with desire, and she was absolutely delighted by my reaction.

I reached down to fondle her, and she hummed deep in her throat, setting up a vibration that rattled the base of my spine. I felt my balls stir and I knew I was about to come. Grasping me firmly, with one hand on my balls, the other on my shaft, Elaine bobbed her head over me and sucked with increasing abandon. My orgasm seemed to start in my toes and rip up through my thighs. I exploded in her mouth with a fury that Elaine couldn’t quite contain. Gobs of squirting come spilled from her mouth and covered her hand and my cock.

When I was finally drained, Elaine playfully licked us both clean like a contented cat. She continued to caress my limp cock and then placed it back in its leather pouch. After this torrid session of unbridled love, Elaine and I put our leather play clothes away for another night. We have a special drawer in the bedroom dresser filled with various leather garments. I noticed that the drawer was full. I guess we are going to need more space — who knows what sexy piece of leather apparel Elaine might buy next!