Following a very nasty house fire S and I had moved back to our home town and I was scratching about for work and just about managing to scrape together a living, She didn't complain she just took everything in her stride, what happened happened, you just dealt with it. For quite a while now she'd been fancying a pair of real leather jeans, but knew we couldn't afford them, there was more important things that the best part of a hundred quid could be spent on, S just contented herself with wearing her now well worn riding gear, such is life. One day I was out trying to do a deal with a trader and amongst his stock I noticed a pair of leather jeans, they just happened to be a size 10, the same size as S took, apparently they were old stock and not selling, so, for about 12 quid they were mine, when I took them home she was delighted, she tried them on straight away, they fitted perfectly! They say things happen in three's and about a week later I got some work for a bloke not far from home, to be honest he was a bit of a pain and kept changing his mind, what should have been a quick couple of hours work on a saturday morning ended up taking nearly all day! Just when I thought I had finished the customer asked me if I would run him to one of the big retail parks just outside town, would this ever end I wondered. We arrived at the retail park and he said he wouldn't be long, he then asked me a very odd question, what size shoes did my wife take? He returned about 10 minutes later and I drove him home, when we got back he paid me what he owed me for the work and handed me a large shoebox, he told me not to open it but to give it to my wife with his appology's for keeping me out all day. I went home and naturally S was a little put out that I'd been out all day so I gave her the box and went to have a wash, planning to have a nice relaxing evening at home. Suddenly I heard S squealing, "ooh they're lovely, can we go to the pub tonight?" I hadn't the faintest idea what she was talking about but shouted back that if she wanted to go out it was fine by me, we'd pick up a takeaway on the way home. I got changed and went back downstairs, S was stood in the lounge wearing a nice blouse, her leather jeans, and a very expensive looking pair of black leather boots, they came just below the knee and had a 3" heel, they fitted snugly around the leg of her leather jeans. "aren't they stunning, they were from that friend of yours" she said, sounding a lot happier than she had an hour earlier, "they make me feel so sexy" she added. I had to admit, with her long blonde hair, slim waist and her lower half encased in black leather, she did look good, not only that but judging by the looks she was getting in the pub, several other blokes thought so too. Now the boots and leathers became a mainstay of her wardrobe, a lot of girls wore jeans or leggings most days, with S it was leathers and boots. Now if you've read my other stories you'll know that she had a thing about wetting herself, well one day I came home from work and as usual she was wearing those boots and leather jeans she had a nice top on and her hair and make-up were done too. She told me to sit down and brought my dinner in from the kitchen, this was unusual as I normally liked to unwind for half an hour before eating, she then told me she was popping to the off licence, she was going to get me some beer so we could have a cosy night in, how very thoughtful! About ten minutes later she returned with the beer, "it works, it really works" she told me excitedly, "whoa, slow down, what works?" I asked slightly confused. she poured me a cold beer and sat down beside me to explain, "well, I always wanted some leathers and then I wondered what would happen if I had a wee in them" she explained, she then went on to tell me that while she was in the shop getting the beer she'd noticed a bloke who was quite obviously checking out her shapely rear, so, while she was in the queue and he was behind her, she'd decided to find out, and had a wee in her pants! "it stayed in there, I could feel it running into my boots but nothing showed outside" she explained, I thought she was lucky, it could have been very embarrasing if they'd leaked and she'd been left standing in a puddle but they hadn't and it had made her feel horny, knowing she could wet her pants and nobody knew except her. No sooner had I finished my meal than she'd lowered her leathers and bent over the arm of the couch wanting to be soundly fucked, I was happy to oblige her! This opened up a whole new world for her and we'd regularly go to the pub and even after a couple of hours drinking she'd still not have visited the toilets, the leathers were washed pretty regularly, but the boots began to look well worn.Now you may remember from my other stories how her mother had once had a go at her in front of me, asking me if she'd gone to the toilet in her pants, well one night we had a visit from her mother, we were all chatting and I'd offered to make us all a drink, S was stood leaning against the fireplace and her mother was sat in a chair. S came into the kitchen as I was pouring the drinks, she seemed unusually happy, like she had a secret, "well, you'll never guess what" she whispered, giggling to herself, "what, tell me then" I replied, "well, I've just had a wee in my pants in front of my mum, and she'd no idea" she giggled. I thin k she got off on the fact that she was wetting herself in front of her mother and she had no idea. Sometimes when we were in the pub she'd whisper in my ear, " I'll have to go to the loo in a minute" and then a while later when I asked if she was going to go she'd reply, "I've just been while we were talking, in other words she'd gone in her leathers, then one day she told me that if she tapped her foot it meant she was wetting her pants, I could barely keep a straight face the next time her mother came to visit, they were stood chatting and S began to tap her foot, it was killing me trying not to laugh knowing that she was stood there wetting her pants in front of her mother who never had a clue.