LADIES IN LEATHER GLOVES

My Fantasy

Part Five - The Finishing Touch

My wife looked over at Jason patiently lying on the bed.  She said, “Poor baby, he’s been waiting for me all this time and not complaining, don’t you think he needs a little attention honey?”  I replied “Yes Ms. Jamie, you’ll need to work him extra good now.  May I help you with your gloves?”  To my total surprise my wife said, “I’ll only need the right one”.  So I removed her right short glove and helped her put on her long glove.  She went to the bed and had Jason sit up on the edge of the bed and called me over.  My wife was now between us.  She then began jacking both our cocks at the same time.  She was definitely paying more attention to Jason but it seemed only natural, after all he is considerably larger than me.  It seemed almost surreal as I watched her effortlessly pump both our shafts at the same time.  Not long into the session I regretfully had to pull away from my wife’s gloves as I was dangerously close to coming.  My wife smiled warmly and mockingly asked, “What’s the matter honey, don’t you want to come?”  I replied that I most certainly did.  She then began to pour it on; she brought her index finger to my lips indicating for me not to speak.  She then said “would you like me to guess what you’re thinking?”  I took a breath and reluctantly nodded yes.  She then said “you want to come but want me to be in complete control and agree that you should come so the job is done right.  I think that you also want this to last, am I right honey?”  I stammered, “Yes Ms. Jamie.  Uh, Ms. Jamie, aren’t you getting excited doing this to us?”  She then replied, “As a matter of fact I am.  What do you think we should do about that?”  I thought carefully for a moment, but it didn’t matter, I automatically responded by saying, “Would you like me to assist you in making love to Jason?”  My wife smiled a victorious smile and said yes and then became monotone again.  I quickly retrieved the left long glove and turned to see my wife nonchalantly drop the short glove on the floor.  I held out the glove for her and she ritualistically put on and tightened the glove, meticulously intertwining her long nailed fingers and hypnotically pushing the kid leather tightly over her fingers.  She was now in complete control.  She reached out and pushed Jason back.  He was now lying flat with his knees bent over the edge of the bed.  My wife held out her glove for me to help her up onto the bed like a noble boarding a coach.  Once my wife had straddled her boyfriend I watched expecting her to gently lower herself onto his cock.  To my absolute horror she just looked back and said mockingly, “well, are you going to help me or not?”  I momentarily froze.  “Guide me on honey” she said.  I then put my hands on my wife’s ass and slowly guided her onto Jason’s shaft.  My wife began to moan as I pressed down and his cock disappeared.  I then gently lifted until I could just about see the top of Jason’s cock and continued repeating the process.  I watched in amazement as Jason’s cock began to glisten from my wife’s juices.  As I peaked around I saw my wife’s long gloves being held underneath and over his face and nose.  It was so exciting watching my wife using her gloves in that way.  I continued to lift and press for about ten minutes.  At that my wife rolled off, laid on the bed next to Jason, held out her leather covered arms and said “take off my gloves and put them away”.  I quickly responded by removing the gloves and neatly folding them and placing them on the bed next to my wife.  She then said, “Honey, go to your room and shower and dress to go out.”  I was stunned.  I then stammered, “what about Jason, you haven’t finished him yet”.  In a very business like voice my wife replied, “I know I haven’t, but what you really mean is, you haven’t let me watch you finish Jason, isn’t it?”  Again she was right and I was defeated.

I left the room as she closed the door behind me.  While I showered and dressed I could only wonder what was going on in the bedroom and where I was going.  Was I going alone, with my wife, or even worse, both of them?  I resigned myself to the worst-case scenario and was now expecting my wife to torture me even more. 

When I finished dressing I stood in the bedroom holding a small gift wrapped box.  Recently I had purchased some gifts for my wife.  She always likes when I surprise her with little gifts, especially when they revolved around our sexual practices.  Of course, I now realized that Jason probably got to enjoy them much more than I did.  I had purchased two gold bracelets and a gold thumb ring.  They weren’t very expensive and the ring was two sizes to big.  I had purposely bought it that big in the hope that my wife would wear this new jewelry over her “honey do” gloves.  I stood there wondering if I would have the opportunity to give it to her.  Just in case I put it in my pocket.

I waited in the foyer outside my wife’s bedroom for what seemed like an eternity until I noticed a note slide under the bedroom door and into the foyer.  I picked it up and it read as follows:

Honey,

The three of us will be going out to dinner at Linda’s Place.  You will of course assist me by driving, opening doors, and all other things a “good” assistant does for his Mistress.  You will wait at the bar while Jason and I dine.  Although you are there only in a service capacity, a special table has been reserved so that you will be able to watch us enjoy dinner.  If your behavior is found to be acceptable extra points will allotted and you will be finished in a manner commiserate with my satisfaction and enjoyment.

We leave at 7:30.

I could feel myself shaking with anticipation as I tried my best to interpret what my wife wrote “between the lines”.  I most certainly understood why she selected Linda’s Place to eat.  The restaurant is miles away in the next town, dimly lit, and not frequented by anyone in our circles.  The other point of concern was that she now referred to herself as “Mistress” confirming my role as “submissive”.  Unconsciously my mind began to wander, what would she wear?  It was still early March and still very cold at night.  Would she wear gloves?  Oh no! Jason couldn’t wear a mask at dinner; will I have to face him?

At that moment my wife’s voice snapped me back to reality.  She was calling me from the cracked opened door to her bedroom.  She was hiding behind the door as she spoke.  “We’ll be a few more minutes’ honey”.  Her hair and make-up were perfect.  When she was in college she worked at the mall Clinique counter expertly applying and selling make-up to the “Well Heeled” women in our large metropolitan area.  She also worked part time at an upscale hair salon so she had no problem quickly preparing for an evening out.  I now realized that she now personified the “well heeled” lady.  Looking at her made my stomach churn.  She had obviously taken this to a new level as her hair was teased, puffed, and curled, and the make-up made her look rather severe.

Soon the door opened and she finally stepped out.  I found it difficult to breathe.  She stood in front of me wearing the full-length leather coat from the wardrobe.  It was thin leather and was extremely sexy to me.  The coat went below her knees and blended with gorgeous boots.  She turned slightly to the side and I could see the heels.  They were four inches high, thin from the side and as wide as her foot from the back.  They were knee high and zipped up the inside.  And yes, she was wearing leather gloves.  I could not tell how long they were but they were definitely there, neatly tucked into the sleeves of the coat.

As I stared at my wife she said, “I don’t want this to be uncomfortable for anyone.  There’s no reason for you to be introduced or even talk to Jason.  You’re here to assist me.”  As she was saying this I noticed Jason walk out and stand behind my wife.  I felt very awkward but dared not make eye contact after hearing my leather clad wife’s instructions.  It was evident that he was also at least slightly submissive to my wife as he stood slightly behind her unless prompted to do otherwise. 

My wife then reached back and took Jason’s arm and I watched helplessly as they walked towards the garage.  My wife looked incredible from behind.  The coat seemed to grab at the hips at the exact right places accenting her beautiful curves.  Her stride was sexy and deliberate due to the height of her high-heeled boots.

I followed them into the garage and opened the rear car door.  Jason slid in and was mindful not to make eye contact.  My wife then held up her glove for me to assist her.  As I took her hand I got my first close up of her glove.  It was definitely kid leather.  As she ducked into the backseat the glove protruded from the sleeve past the wrist.  I was sure that they did not have the 3-button closure of the 16 button length gloves.  I was now fairly confident she was wearing her 8 button length gloves.  As she sat, she slowly and deliberately raised the boots into the car.  I carefully closed the door behind her.

I took a deep breath as I turned to look as I backed out of the garage.  I could see my leather-covered wife’s arms intertwined with those of her boyfriend.  I couldn’t get a good look but it seemed as though her legs were crossed.  As I started to drive forward I could only image how provocative she must have looked.  It was a thirty minute drive to the restaurant.  About five minutes into the drive I could hear the distinctive sound of creaking leather, which indicated that my wife was now “on the move”, and instigating an already anxious situation for both Jason and myself.  Unfortunately, he was fairing much better than I was.  After all he was back there with my wife and I was just my wife’s frustrated sexual assistant.  I was so hard that I found myself unconsciously moving my hips.  I could now hear them kissing and my wife was becoming more bold and dominant by the minute.  She began to speak making sure that I could hear, “if you think this is good just wait the drive home”.  My stomach began to churn with the now familiar feeling of humiliation and excitement.  As I drove and they kissed, I could only recount the day’s events.  I thought back to roughly six hours ago.  I was dumb, not included, and as I now realized, was happy.  In one short period of time my wife had completely enslaved me.  Then I realized we were there.

My wife told me to park in the rear.  The rear parking lot was dark and empty.  Along the backside of the building there is a long covered wooden walkway that stretched the whole length of the building leading to the back door.  I went around and opened the door for my wife.  I stood clear as one boot came out and her beautiful glove extended.  It was at least an 8-button length glove I was sure.  She momentarily teetered on her heels and then stepped away from the car.  She told me to go wait by the walkway so she could speak privately to Jason.  I arrived at the walkway and turned to see where they were.  Even though it was dark I could see my wife and her boyfriend in each other’s arms and talking.  It really hurt seeing my wife dressed in all that beautiful leather clothing and touching another man.  As my mind began to drift I could only think about what she might be wearing underneath the coat.  Just then my wife turned and began walking towards me.  When she arrived she stopped several steps away and began to speak in that monotone voice.  “Remember, you are here in a service capacity only and must behave in order to receive extra points or rewards.  Since this is your first time you can take this opportunity to surprise and delight me or you can annoy me and make me think twice before inviting you to assist me again.”  I then replied “I would much rather you be delighted than annoyed.  I will try my best to properly assist you Ms. Jamie.”  She then told me to go inside and see if there was anyone we knew in the restaurant and then return for further instructions.  As I walked down the walkway my wife walked back to Jason.

As I walked into the restaurant a very attractive middle aged lady greeted me at the back door.  She said, “If you want to be seated go wait for her by the front door”.  I told her I was looking for friends and asked if I might walk through.  To my amazement she put her hand on my arm and said rather incredulously, “OK, if you say so”.  I looked down at her hand on my arm and immediately noticed long, blood red fingernails, even longer than my wife’s!  I thought to myself “That’s just great, something else to distract me”.  Reluctantly I continued on.  The restaurant consisted of one large room with half moon shaped booths that faced all different directions with high backs for privacy.  The booths surrounded a rectangular bar with high back chairs.  At each corner of the bar was a small round table with chairs.  The restaurant was less than half full as it was a little past the dinner hour.  As I walked through the room I had to walk around each booth to see if there was even anyone in them.  The bar was empty as well.  Unfortunately, the coast was clear and I returned to the outside and proceeded to the end of the walkway.

The corner was blind on both ends of the walkway.  If you were standing at the rear entrance you could not see the end of the walkway and vice versa.  It was very secluded.  My wife and Jason were standing by the car and my wife was reaching forward nonchalantly gloving his cock through his pants.  I cleared my throat so my wife would notice me.  She carelessly glanced over but continued to rub him a few more times before walking towards me.  “Well?”  She inquired.  “There is no one we know inside Ms. Jamie.” I replied.  She then began to give me my instructions.  “You will walk in behind us and meet us by the coat room.  You should know what to do there.  You should then take a seat at the small table at the far rear corner of the bar”.  She then held up the small microphone and earpiece accessory to my cell phone.  “Attach this to your cell phone and wait for more instructions”.  As I did so she called Jason and he walked over to us.  I slid the earpiece in, attached the microphone to my shirt collar, and put the phone in my jacket pocket as my wife took Jason’s arm and they walked towards the door.  My wife’s high heels made the most perfect sound as they hit the wood.  Her stride was deliberate and slow, provocatively placing one boot in front of the other knowing that it was driving me crazy!

My wife stopped at the door and waited for me to open it.  When I did they casually passed by and walked towards the front of the restaurant and the coat room.  This would be a very difficult moment for me since I didn’t know what to expect when my wife’s coat was removed.  When they stopped at the coat room Jason stepped forward and began speaking with the hostess, the lady with the long fingernails.  My wife nonchalantly unbuttoned her coat and began to remove it.  When I took it from her I felt as though I would collapse from excitement.  Would the fetish torture ever end?  She was literally breathtaking.  She wore a bright red silk blouse that accented her breasts perfectly.  At her waist, the blouse met a black leather skirt that was very tight and stopped at mid thigh.  Of course what really did me in were the gloves.  I was right, they were 8-button length kid and they were pulled over the sleeves of the blouse!  I somehow gained my composure and checked her coat.  When I turned around my wife and Jason were walking to their table.  Her ass looked incredible in that skirt.  They were being guided to their table by the beautiful hostess.  As you probably already guessed, the table that was reserved for them was directly across from the small table I was instructed to sit behind.  I became very anxious when I realized that the only way to see the guests at that table was to be sitting in my chair.  Obviously this was perfectly planned.

My wife was becoming bolder by the second.  As she sat in the booth she slowly crossed her legs.  I could almost hear the leather stretching as the leg closest to me crossed the other.  As I sat transfixed on the beautiful gloves I realized my wife was dialing her cell phone.  It was the most perfect, non sexual glove moment I had ever experienced.  The dagger like kid covered nails pushing the buttons, the gorgeous black kid gathering at the wrists as she brought the phone to her ear, it was unbearable.  I snapped to attention as my phone vibrated in my pocket.  I reached in and pushed the button and stuttered a muffled “hello”.  She began to speak in her sexiest voice, the conversation went like this:

Wife: “Hi honey, are you enjoying this as much as I am?”

Me: “Yes Ms. Jamie”

Wife: Laugh out load.

Me: “What is so funny?  Please stop laughing”.

Wife: What’s the matter?  We can stop and go home if you’d like, but it will be a long time before you ever see me dressed like this again if we do.”

Me: “No, please don’t stop Ms. Jamie, I’m sorry, I’ll behave.”

Wife: “You think you can take more torture and humiliation honey?”

Me: “Yes Ms. Jamie, I’m ready to make you happy”.

Wife: “You seem lonely over there, would you like some company, someone to talk to who will understand your situation?”

Me: “Oh yes Ms. Jamie, I’ll tell you anything you want, may I please come sit next to you?”

Wife: “I’m not talking about me silly!”

Just then I realized that someone was standing behind me.  As I slowly turned my head I saw the hostess standing behind me with her arms crossed smiling.  I stood up knocking my chair over.  As I clumsily brought the chair upright and stood up the woman said, “Would you like to tell Mistress Linda about your little situation?”

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