The Black Leather Skirt
A true story taken from
Memoirs of a Naughty Wife
A collection of autobiographical erotic stories
by
Julie Jensen
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This story is also included in the collection "Memoirs of a Naughty Wife, Volume 1" as well as its special online version available on the web at http://www.happyhotwife.com
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Overview by the author
This story is the first of a series of three stories about events that took place over the winter of 1984. In my opinion, it was during this period that I truly developed into what I would now describe as a sexually liberated wife. My experience with Roberto, the handsome black stranger, a couple of months before, as outlined in the story "Dancing With Fire", truly helped to break the ice and get me started. It was the events described in this story however, that really "sealed the deal", so to speak.
The title of the story comes from the black leather mini-skirt that I wore out dancing for the first time on the night the events of this story took place. It was also the first time that I actually had the nerve to go out dancing wearing stockings and garters with a short mini-skirt. To please my husband, Mike, I often dressed in a mini-skirt and stockings in the privacy of home but I had never before gone out in public that way. Pantyhose always seemed so much safer and much less likely to get me into trouble.
Mike loved that skirt on me, particularly in combination with white stockings and garters, high heels, and a crisp white blouse. For several months that winter, whenever we went out to a nightclub in the city, I wore a variation of that outfit, nearly always with the black leather skirt. In both of our minds, that black leather skirt gradually became symbolic of our extramarital erotic adventures.
If, for example, on a particular occasion, I mentioned to Mike that I was planning to wear my black leather skirt that night, he automatically knew that I was in the mood for an erotic adventure. For a long time, between us we even used the term "a black leather skirt night" as a euphemism for nights spent out partying as a naughty wife, whether I actually wore the black leather skirt that particular night or not. For us, the black leather skirt became a symbol of my newfound sexual freedom.
"The Black Leather Skirt" tells the story of that first night when I first wore the skirt out to a nightclub. It was also the first time we had gone out in the city since the night I had met Roberto and I insisted that we go to the same club as we had that night. I think I was hoping that I would get lucky and see him again, though realistically I didn't really expect to. Still, I was a little disappointed when I didn't. I began to become even more disappointed when the evening went on and I couldn't seem to connect with a single one of the many attractive men that were there.
It wasn't that I didn't get their attention. Half the guys in the place couldn't keep their eyes off me, particularly when I was sitting up on a high stool wearing the short leather skirt with my stockings and garters and tiny lace panties. Being still a little naïve back then, at first I couldn't understand it. Eventually I clued in that as soon as they realized I was there with Mike, and wearing a wedding ring, they stayed away. Knowing how some women are, it was an understandable assumption that my flirting was just "cock teasing" and a good way to be drawn into conflict with a jealous husband.
After being at the club for a couple of hours, Mike had what turned out to be an inspired idea. He suggested that we go to a different club and this time take our wedding rings off and pretend to be brother and sister. In this way we could both pretend to be single and Mike would still be able to stay relatively close and keep an eye on me. Being a great believer in complete honesty, using a deception like that bothered me a little at first. Nevertheless, the approach worked so well and opened up so many possibilities for me that I soon got over my initial reticence.
Over the next few months my husband and I went out to that same club almost every weekend and had many exciting erotic experiences with the circle of male friends that I met there. Looking back now, I can see how fundamental those experiences were to my early and on-going development as a sexually liberated wife. Even now, Mike and I still often refer to that period of time in our erotic lives as the "black leather skirt era".
I hope you enjoy "The Black Leather Skirt", another true story from my memoirs. It is the story of one of the most erotic evenings of my life and one that helped to determine a course of erotic experimentation that played out very successfully over the months following. Parts 2 and 3 of the series are further accounts of my adventures from those following months and are currently planned for publishing in Volume 2 of "Memoirs of a Naughty Wife". Pictures or video clips related to this or any other of my true stories are available in the special online version of my memoirs along with many bonus articles, photo albums, and videos from my life as a naughty wife.
The online version of "Memoirs of a Naughty Wife" can be found on the web at http://www.happyhotwife.com.
Julie Jensen
January 2009
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The Black Leather Skirt
This story is based on true events that occurred in 1984. Except for Julie and Mike Jensen, the names have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty.
Shop 'til you drop
Julie kicked the door closed behind her with her heel, walked through the kitchen into the living room and, with a sigh of relief, set her load of shopping bags down on the sofa. She had spent the afternoon shopping at the mall with a friend. Her friend Stacy was a dedicated shopper, much more so than Julie, and they had been through every women's shop in the mall, most of them twice.
Although she was sick and tired of shopping, she had had more luck than usual and was very happy with the things she had brought home. She could hardly wait until Mike got home from work to show him. She was certain that he would be excited about some of her choices, particular the black leather miniskirt. Mike had a thing about leather skirts, especially short ones, and was always oohing and ahhing whenever he saw an attractive woman wearing one.
Stacy hadn't seemed very impressed however, when she saw the sexy items that Julie selected. Julie smiled to herself, thinking about it. Stacy was the kind of woman that felt a little threatened whenever a sexy woman got close to her husband. Although they had been friends for quite a while, Stacy wasn't any different with her. In fact, it seemed like she was even worse. She always gave the impression that she would have been much happier if Julie had only managed to look drab and unattractive whenever they went out together with their husbands.
In a way, her fears weren't completely groundless as far as Frank was concerned. He had always had an eye for Julie, ever since her and Mike had gotten to know them and started socializing with them. Although Julie liked Frank a lot as a friend, he just wasn't the type that she went gaga over. Besides, her and Mike were so committed to each other, you would have to be blind to think she would ever give up Mike for any other man, let alone Frank.
It was true that, unknown to Stacy, Julie had had sex with Frank a couple of times last fall, thanks to Mike and his kinky desires. It had been fun though, a lot of fun in fact, and she wouldn't have minded doing it again if the opportunity arose. Nevertheless, the idea that she could be a threat to his marriage was ludicrous. Stacy obviously felt insecure and was essentially the same way with all of her female friends when her husband was around.
The all-out shopping trip had been initially triggered by an invitation they had gotten from Frank and Stacy. They had asked her and Mike to go out with them on the coming Saturday night to celebrate Julie's recovery. Julie had had surgery on her back the previous spring and had supposedly been in recovery ever since. The truth was however, that she had been more or less back to her old self for quite a while now.
Her and Mike had even gone out to a club a couple of months ago and she had felt great and had had a wonderful time. She had been awfully naughty though. She had even shocked herself the way she had melted down over the guy she had met there. She blushed a little even now when she thought about it and even more so whenever her and Mike talked about it.
Julie found that she was beginning to get used to talking to Mike about things like that; sexual things about other men; things she did with other men. It was really fun to be able to share things like that with her hubby, particularly when it led to an incredible sex session, which it usually did. Of course they always saved things like that for those times when the kids weren't around or were sound asleep.
She felt a warm feeling in her groin as her memory flashed back to the handsome black stranger on the dance floor at the club when Mike and her had been there last. She briefly wondered what the chances were that she would run into the same guy again. If she did, she would surely be ready for him this time.