I met my wife 21 years ago, she was introduced to me by a mutual friend and although she wasn't looking for a relationship (she'd been in an abusive one for several years) we hit it off instantly and 3 months later were married at the local registry office. Her ex had been a real prick, hitting her controlling her, not letting her go out except on special occasions, once or twice a year, and as for money, well he didn't let her have any, like I said, he was a prick! I wasn't bothered about money, I wasn't mega rich but I had a few quid put by and the first thing I did was settle the arrears she owed on her rent, it was one less thing for her to worry about, we were not young, she was 43 and I was 35, but I was acting like I was 18 again, I took her out every weekend and if she so much as looked at something I'd buy it for her, I was trying to prove just how far opposite I was to her ex, the only thing we did argue about was how much I was spending on her, she didn't think I should, I said if it wasn't spent on her it would only be spent on something silly. I remember about a month after we met, we'd arranged to go out and on the day it was pissing down and she turned up in a pair of court shoes, it turned out she hadn't got any boots and it was approaching autumn. We were walking through town and as we passed a shoe shop I noticed they had a sale on, in the window was a pair of real leather knee high boots, black with a 2" heel, they were £45. I took her inside to buy some but she didn't want them because of the price, so we had a little argument, I told her she'd need a pair of boots if she was going out with me as the weather was getting wetter, and as for the price, well it was my money, she looked great as she walked out of that shop with her jeans tucked into her new boots. We were talking one day and she was telling me about her ex and how he treated her, on a rare occasion he'd allowed her out with his sister, but she could only go to certain pubs and had to be home by 11pm.They were having a great time and suddenly she realised it was 10.45, she had to go, she ran out of the pub and didn't have time to use the toilet, panicking as she ran she'd ended up wetting herself and taken off her panties. When she got home he was waiting and they went to bed where he discovered she wasn't wearing them, he hit her and accused her of going with someone else, he only calmed down when she showed him the panties that she'd put in her handbag, and even then he'd had a go at her for wetting herself. We got married and had a few drinks with the family then set off to Blackpool for a honeymoon, she didn't even know I'd booked it! She'd been drinking wine and because I was driving I'd been on soft drinks, everyone had a good time and they even joked that although she wore a dress, a long white one, she had insisted on wearing her black boots underneath, something to do with them being the first thing Id bought her. On the way to Blackpool she said she needed the loo and in the beginging thought she'd be alright until we arrived at the hotel, however it soon became clear she wouldn't. We pulled into the car park and she froze, " I can't move, if I do I'm going to wee myself" she said, begining to panic, the only thing in the car was a plastic carrier bag, and she was worried about it making a mess but the situation was now getting critical. I suggested she put the bag into her boot, it would hold it, then tip it out and put her boot back on, the boot of course would still be dry, so this is what she did, unfortunately she couldn't get her panties down in time and ended up wetting them, I made a joke of the whole situation, saying it was down to her age, she laughed at that. We went into the hotel and they'd organised a bit of a party for us so we had no time to change, she had to keep standing up so as not to get her skirt wet, it was a really good night and we enjoyed ourselves. The following day we went shopping and to be honest I fancied seeing her in some leather jeans as she had a decent figure, the only thing was she thought she was too old, after a bit of shopping we had lunch and a few drinks and as she was a bit tipsy I brought up the subject of leather once again, this time she agreed to try some and we headed off to a shop I knew. We were looking around and all of a sudden she asked if they had any toilets, I knew they hadn't and she said we'd better hurry up as she needed a wee, she was quite giggly at this point. She picked up a pair of leather jeans in her size and headed off to the changing room, they were quite loose on her arse and I said she needed a smaller pair as they'd look better, she giggled again and then went red, "oops, I've dribbled in them" she laughed, she took them off and I got a smaller pair, they fitted perfectly, "I think I'll wear them, I don't think I can get them off without wetting myself" she whispered, so we paid for them and off we went, a few doors down and there was a shop sellint T-shirts, so I said we'd pop in and grab a black one to go with the jeans, give her a sort of rock chick look. She laughed and said if we didn't hurry up she'd end up with a wet chick look, anyway we got a nice T-shirt with a wolf on it, she kept that on too. I suggested another drink but she wanted to drop the shopping off at the hotel first, so we went back, by the time we got there she was really desperate, the irony of it all was if she'd have gone to the pub she could have used the toilet in there and it was closer than the hotel. She went into the bathroom and the sight of the toilet made her really want to go, unfortunately she couldnt undo the button on the jeans, squealed and leapt into the shower where she froze, "oh great, my pants are soaking and so are my boots" she wailled, as I stood there listening to the loud hissing sound, "don't worry, you're not the first woman who's wet her leathers they'll be fine when they dry, just empty your boots because we're going back to the pub" I told her. Shortly afterwards we were back in the pub drinking and having a laugh, we went out again the day after and bought her a leather jacket and some more tops, I think she spent the whole week in leather, lol. At the end of the week we returned home to her house and as we walked in her 18 year old daughter was in the lounge, my wife was a little worried about what her kids would think but I said they'd be fine, "wow mum, love the rock chick look" she gasped "it suits you, she then rang her slightly older brother and told him, "hey mums come back of her honeymoon and she's all dressed in black leather, boots and everything" she told him excitedly. Later on that afternoon he came for a visit, I opened the door and let him in, "everything ok?" I asked, aas we were not expecting to see him so soon, "yeah, just come to see mum, apparently she's gone all rock chick" he said, a huge smile on his face, he went into the lounge and there was his mum, a black T-shirt on, tight leather jeans and black knee high boots with a 2" heel and a beer in her hand, looking all relaxed and happy. "bloody hell mum, what's with all the leather?" he asked, she looked at him a little nervously, "why, don't you like it?" she asked, "no, it looks bloody fantastic, I don't know what he's doing to you but you've not looked this good in ages" he told her, a massive grin on his face, "I can't wait to tell the lads". Over the next few days we had a constant stream of the kids friends visiting, they were all in their late teens or early twenties and had known the wife for years, they all wanted to pop over and have a beer with their mates cool rock chick mother, she still wears leather and wetlook lycra, only now the kids have left home, and she still has the occasional wetting 'accident' well put it this way, she even has a special outfit for it now, a sexy spandex number that she calls her 'fuck suit' , it's a good job the kids don't know. lol