In the meantime, I would like to tell a short story (which is true):
The other day, we had five guests at our house. Among them was an old acquaintance of us - lets call him Michael - who has no partner at the moment. He once told me that he loves leather above all (I did not tell him that the same applies for me). When my wife dressed herself for the party, she chose the leather pants with the white blazer and the high stiletto ankle boots.I knew Michael would be very aroused when seeing her in these pants. I told her that he is particulalry fond of leather and my wife grinned and said with a smile on her face "Shall I exploit that a bit?" I gave her a go-ahead as I knew my wife would do nothing "too much" but rather look for a sophisticated way to play with his leather fetish.
When Michael came to our house one could immediately see that he was absolutely flabbergasted by her look. When she gave him a hug with kisses on the cheek, I noticed how my wife made her womb area slighlty get in touch with his body that he could have a very short but certainly intense moment. I admired her as she made it look accidental and certainly no one would have noticed it, except for me who was looking very closely. During the evening he certainly tried to get a look on her but whenever possible and whenever he thought no one would see him doing it.
To make things worse, I once let my hand slide over my wife's leather ass, knowing that he would watch us although he was behind me.
When he left and when we were alone again, my wife told in bed me that he gave her compliments twice during the evening, one time for the high heels ("But it was clear that this was only the start") and one for the leather pants. I asked her what she replied and she said: "Thank you so much! These are very tight pants but the leather is super soft!" And - she added - she let her hand slide over her upper leg while having said this. "I am sure he was immensely excited but he did not say anything".
I am sure Michael got home and he must have had a huge explosion while thinking about my wife's leather pants and the very short touch with her at the beginning of the party. And he might have imagined how it must have felt for me to slide my hand over her leather ass...
This is a (bad) picture form this evening
And here one (from the old apartment) where she wore the same:
