After 3 children, including a set of twins, my wife and I decided it was enough. No more. I had volunteered already when the twins were born seeing how much her body was affected but she held it off for about ten more years. After a couple of almost accidents however she suggested she getting herself helped and I reminded her of my promise.

Imagine my surprise that a doctor had his practice in our own neighborhood so I made an appointment and I actually walked there for an early afternoon consult. I had taken half a day so I would be able to be home again by the time my kids came off the bus.

The doctor was Indian I assumed based on his name. When I arrived at his place it seemed like a mansion where he probably lived and worked. I was right on both except the doctor was a she, and a beautiful woman at that. She answered the door herself explaining I was her only appointment that afternoon so the rest of her staff had gotten a free day as well.

I had to take all my clothes off and was wearing nothing but a gown when she made me lay down on a table with my legs spread wide. She explained the procedure as fairly simple and it could happen as soon as in one week time provided there were no issues with my tests.

One issue came up right away however when I noticed she was wearing a leather pencil skirt under her lab coat. She laughed, saying it actually helped her while shaving my crotch area. She chatted while doing so, asking me if I liked leather and I told her I have had a leather fetish since I was in puberty. I never told my wife even although I did suggest a few times she buys a leather skirt. She refused though as it's not really considered appropriate where we live.

The doctor, whose first name was Nadri by the way, as she asked me to call her by that, since we were about the same age. She confirmed that people look at her disapprovingly if she wears leather in public. It was one of the reasons why she chose to establish a practice in her own home.

I felt like I could trust her and I explained that even though I have loved to look at pictures of women wearing leather skirts and dresses I never even had a chance to experience what it feels like. And just like that she took her lab coat off and told me to touch her skirt. I carefully put my hand on her hip and I couldn't believe how butter soft it was. Before I knew it I rubbed across her butt and we both moaned at the same time.

This should have been the right moment to stop as we were clearly crossing a line but instead she bent over a bit and I grabbed her with both my hands unable to hide my excitement. She suddenly asked if I would like to try what it feels like on the other side and I said yes, before I realized what she meant. She told me to unzip her skirt and again I should have stopped there but a minute later I was off the table and pulling the skirt up on my own hips.

It was tight but she zipped it close and I saw excitement in her face now while she licked her lips. She was the one rubbing me now and I was on fire. Never did I experience such a sensual feeling. I knew I was rock hard but you could hardly notice under the tight leather. She suggested I improve my posture by wearing some heels as well and she showed me a pair of spike heeled boots in my size. No way could I move in this skirt to pull them on so I had to sit back on the table while she pulled them over my feet. In the back of my mind it nagged me a bit that I wouldn't be able to get either skirt or boots off without her help but that thought was gone the moment I took my first step in heels. I could only take small steps but I felt so secure like I couldn't slip or fall. My body was almost perfectly aligned and I did not feel any pressure on my pointed toes.

I took my gown off and posed in front of her, walking back and forth like on a runway. At that moment she confessed she was so hot with excitement and she begged me for some relief using my tongue. She put her legs in the spreader on the table and I moved in the position where she had been while shaving my crotch. Only now I noticed she was wearing leather underwear as well and rather than trying to pull it down I pulled the material to the side and I saw her wet pussy dripping in anticipation. Without a further thought I plunged my tongue in and tasted both her sweet taste as the taste of her leather, while my own leather covered butt stuck up in the air.

I rubbed her clit through the leather while eating her out, something that my wife never allowed me, as that's not how it's supposed to be done. The smell mixed with her taste and her urgent moaning gave my tongue a strength like never before and I was in so deep when she came. She started squirting a delicious nectar right into my mouth and it kept going as long as I kept the pressure on. I drank her eagerly until she finally subsided. I licked her totally clean although her leather panties were soaked.

She finally came back to earth and said, wow, I could get used to that. I nodded, conflicted over what I had been doing but knowing I would do this over and over again, anytime she'd ask me.
Listen, she said, I know you're happily married and I don't want to break that up, but I will need more of this or I will go crazy. When I nodded she knew it was the same for me.

She took my hand and guided me to a door in the corner. It took us in a short hallway leading to her living quarters and within seconds we were in what I imagined was her master bedroom. She saw my worried look at the giant king bed and said, don't worry, I'm a lesbian, I won't try to seduce you away from your wife. I noticed a framed award in her name from a large LGBTQ organization and nodded. A beautiful painting showed her with her parents and I understood why she spoke with no accent at all, her mom was clearly a white American next to a very handsome Indian man.

Do you live here by yourself, I asked. She nodded, with a sad look. It's not easy being a lesbian in my father's culture. And the few girlfriends I have had they were too overwhelmed by my IQ. But I keep telling myself that the right person for me will show up one day. Just like you walked through my front door. And with that she pulled me in her walk in closet which was bigger than my own guestroom.

In the beginning it was just standard outfits like my own wife has. But then in a secluded area I could smell leather. Skirts, dresses, tops, pants, even a catsuit and then bra's, panties, corsets, gloves and a hood. All mostly black though some in brown or red and some white even. And then shoes and boots in every style but all with at least three inch heels and many higher. I started touching everything, all in butter soft quality, and pushed my face in it, sucking in the leather smell.

When I finally looked back at her she stood there with a knowing smile on her face and she said, we have a deal? You can come here any time, touch and smell and try anything out, for a simple price. I eat you? I asked and when she nodded I said, but that's a win-win for me. For me too, she replied. I get a friend that shares my fetish and knows how to use his tongue. If only you were a woman...

Suddenly my eye caught a dress with hardly any seams, no zippers, no buttons, a one piece that wraps around the body and then ties with the strap at the end. She nodded, go ahead, try it, it's one of my favorites. But put this on first. She held up a bra top and started wrapping it around me. And suddenly I felt the weight of the material that must have been stuffed in the cups. And I knew that was the missing piece of getting my posture just perfect. I saw myself in her huge mirrors and I was shocked how female I suddenly looked. She started wrapping the dress around me already over the skirt that I was still wearing and it fit perfectly. If only...

And as if she could read my thoughts she started pulling a wig over my own hair and suddenly I was gone, a beautiful woman in my place. She had her arm around me and we looked at ourselves in the mirror. Wow! I said and she simply smiled. She suddenly pulled an a-line skirt on and some heels and I had that very awkward feeling I was falling in love, we looked so good together.

Listen, she said, if you would take on a female persona then maybe this would be easier to accept. Maybe you wouldn't feel like cheating on your wife, as for the time you're here you're simply not married. It would make it more fun for me as well, as I would not just have a friend that shares my fetish, I would have a girlfriend that dresses in my clothes and eats me out when I need her.
You look amazing even without any makeup and with all that body hair still on you. You know I offer hair removal services as well?

I looked at her incredulously and said, what would my wife say if I got rid of my body hair? I wouldn't be surprised if she actually likes it, she replied, you might be surprised. I'll give you a big discount, something like you can't refuse. And I will help her as well if she needs to. I nodded, she is always complaining about the hair on her arms and legs and the pain it gives her to wax them.

And so, that day I became Danielle, a lesbian with a leather fetish. I paid my price for wearing this wonderful dress and it was even better as I was now eating my lesbian lover. I got my first full body laser treatment and she insisted on doing my face as well. Soon I would never have to shave again.

Back in her practice she finished her checkup on my crotch and she looked a bit worried. I feel something on your testicle that shouldn't be there. It may be nothing but I'd like you to take a CT scan as soon as possible. I'm working in the hospital tomorrow, I'm sure I can fit you in. We have to make sure it's all good before I do the vasectomy. In the meantime I want you to take these pills, one in the morning and one at night.

She gave me a bottle marked with "Trial, not for resale" and I asked what it was for. It will attack any inflammation in your crotch area. Your wife may be unhappy for the next two weeks as it will slow your sex drive down a bit as well. Oh, I said, she may never notice, we don't have regular sex anymore, that was one of the reasons to get this surgery.

She nodded. I'm sorry to hear but I will help you two as good as I can, I promise. Make sure you send her this way as well for the hair treatment. Don't worry, I won't tell her about Danielle, but maybe she'll like my leather skirt as well. And she gave me a sweet wink.