We met at a party of a common friend. She was there with her husband and two of her kids. I was there with my wife, but we had left our kids at home.

I actually talked with her husband first, the usual issues about kids in highschool and going to college. Plus he had traveled a lot, and so have I, so we compared notes on different countries. He had met his wife in Venezuela and I met mine in Aruba.

Later that night I talked with a gorgeous woman with the most wonderful accent. Her name was Veronica and we talked about our oldest kids and how they shared a similar passion, and wouldn't it be fun if they'd hookup.

When I learned she was from Venezuela I realized she was the wife of the man I had talked with already, and with whom I'd played a couple of games of cornhole. I exchanged phone numbers with Vee, as she went by, to make sure we could direct our kids toward each other.

That night, after a successful party, I could only think of Vee. The only physical contact we'd had was a well meant hug when we said our goodbyes. But it was like I could still feel her, hours later now. What was it that attracted me so to her?

Let's make sure... I'm not one of these guys that sleep with every woman they see. I'm married with children, for crying out loud. But a bit of flirting never hurts, and I know my wife agrees, as she loves to get compliments from other men.

But Vee was much better looking than my wife, who had easily adapted to the role of housewife, taking care of the kids, and not worried too much about her looks. And Vee's husband seemed much older than her, and quite older than me as well.

So, flirting has never given me this weird feeling that I had now, thinking of Vee. Like we had something more together, like we had missed out, only now meeting each other.

I had to laugh a bit at myself, this feeling would disappear soon enough, when normal life starts again.

That morning I thought of texting her. Maybe something about our kids or their shared interest. But I knew it was stupid, so shortly afterwards. Maybe in two days...

But an hour later she texted. How much she had enjoyed our talks and that she hoped we could meet up again. I replied that I would love to.

It turns out her husband was taking the kids to the movies that afternoon and my wife had her Sunday knitting club, where more drinking than knitting happens. So Vee and I met at a restaurant for early dinner, somewhere in between where we both live.

I know! This had troubles written all over. But I just had to see her and listen to her speak in that lovely tongue. I could feel butterflies in my belly for the first time again since I married my wife. And the same was true apparently for her.

She looked amazing. Last night she had looked great in a long summer dress, with bare shoulders. And casual sandals.

But now she was wearing a leather pencil skirt with stilettos. And a blouse that was like corsetted around her waist, with short sleeves, hiding her generous breasts under the fabric, but the curves so visible that she could have been naked.

I didn't look too bad myself, in my khaki shorts and poloshirt. And I was clean shaven, something I typically skip on a Sunday.

I have never told anyone about my leather fetish. Well, my wife knows, but since she's not interested in the sexy material, I have only been able to get my leather fix online. And now Vee was wearing a skirt that I have fantasized about, with wet dreams as a result.

Well, Vee knew now as well, as my khakis were not capable of hiding my growing hard-on. But she didn't scold me, her smile gave away that she had clearly triggered the desired effect in me.

Our table was in a weird corner, barely big enough for two, and it caused us to sit more next to each other than sitting across. Our hips brushed a few times and it felt like an electric shock every time, like we were both statically charged. It did nothing to help reduce my embarrassing hard-on.

But we had fun. She confessed that she too had had trouble sleeping. And she had wondered if I would text. But at some point she simply couldn't wait. She wanted to hear my voice again, as much as I had wanted to hear hers.

Somewhere during the main course a fry jumped from my plate as I was stabbing it with my fork. I tried to catch it as it jumped in Vee's direction and landed on her skirt at the same time as my hand did. This was no longer an electric shock, it was a nuclear meltdown.

My hand warmed instantly as was the leather where I touched it. I tried to pull away but I couldn't. I looked at her face and saw shock and desire reflected on it. And then it changed into what I could only explain as her having an orgasm. She moaned softly and I could feel her body tremble. And I could feel my own member, which never had shrunken since we met again, grow bigger, and I could feel the start of my own orgasm coming on.

Somehow the fear of coming in my pants in a public place, gave me enough strength to pull my hand away from her skirt, and although I didn't shrink much after that, the oncoming orgasm was stopped. And so was Vee's second stopped in its track.

If I hadn't experienced this myself, I would not have believed what happened, no matter who would have told the story. When I looked in Vee's eyes though, I saw believing, but also understanding. She finally spoke again.

"Eric. I'm so sorry what happened. But I think I can explain. But before I do so, I suggest you go to the bathroom and put this on, it will save us from further embarrassment." She gave me a small wrapped package that she'd pulled from a tiny pocket in her skirt. I knew I needed a bit of distance, so I took it and stood to go to the bathroom that was close by, thank goodness.

It was a condom, but unlike any I've ever seen. It was much thicker and rather than rolling over my still rock hard member it slid easily over it, like it was super slippery on the inside. Obviously it made it thicker and it looked like I had fat veins running across the length.

I worried that this thing might just as easily slide off again, during a wild session of sex. Wait, what was I saying? She'd said it was to save us from embarrassment, she said nothing about having sex. Perhaps she was assuming I wouldn't be able to hold back another time, and this would prevent me from staining my pants.

When I went back to our table, she excused herself for a bathroom visit as well. Her skirt, either purposely or accidentally, brushed against me as she passed, and my libido went right back in overdrive. I quickly sat down to hide the tent in my pants, and could not stop thinking about her. What power did she hold over me?

When she came back she smiled sweetly and said, "Now, where were we?"

And she simply took my hand and put it back on her skirt. And as she held it down I could no longer fight the power, the heat, rushing through me. As my orgasm hit me I didn't care anymore if anyone noticed.

But the condom caught my massive squirt. And the tightness of it doubled the feeling. I could also feel the price Vee was paying for keeping my hand down, as her body rocked right next to me. She came twice versus my one before she let go of me and I pulled my hand away. "That was fun!" she exclaimed, still with that wonderful smile on her face.

We continued eating all the way through dessert, and me touching her became an obsession. For both of us. If I didn't accidentally touch her again quick enough, she'd pull my hand to make the contact with her skirt again. And we both kept cumming.

It shouldn't be possible. I had orgasmed at least five times massively, and she many more times. And somehow no one had noticed. The condom did a super job keeping all my goo contained. Even that seemed unreal.

After we paid she asked me to come to her place. She had something for me to top this even off. As much as I knew this was not a good idea, I just couldn't resist her. We left my car at the restaurant as I sat next to her. I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from touching her again as we drove. This thing we had together could get us both killed.

Once in her house she pulled me to the bedroom. She told me to take my pants off as well as underwear. I just did what I was told and stood there with my dick sticking out, the heavy condom trying to pull it down without success.

In seconds she was back, with a matching leather skirt in her hand. "Put this on." she said.

I panicked. Over the years I have looked at many pictures online, of women in a leather outfit, skirts and dresses my favorites. Only occasionally I get lucky and see a woman in real life in leather, making me drool. I want to make a picture of her, but I worry that she notices and calls me out as a freak. I've considered asking her if I could make a picture, complimenting on her sense of style, but what if she asks me why. So I can masturbate on her image? Perhaps I am a freak!

And deep, deep down, I know I want more than seeing a woman in leather. I want to feel the leather on her. And I want to feel what it is to wear leather and feel my touch or be touched. Those fantasies always bring me over the edge. I have seen myself in these fantasies wearing a skirt, never pants, feeling the restriction, the tightness, the curves it would give me. I've never acted on it, people would laugh at me, call me a sissy or a faggot. My wife would certainly dump me and my kids wouldn't want to know me anymore.

And now, this woman, this beauty with whom I have shared more orgasms in two hours than with my wife in the past two months, she offered me my fantasy. How did she know? Who else knows? Is there a hidden camera somewhere?

She must have seen the panic on my face, as she said, "Don't worry. No one will ever know. The magic of the skirt is real, but it won't ridicule anyone. You thought just touching me was an amazing experience? Just wait until our skirts touch one another. You'll be blown away!"

Magic? Did she say magic? There's no such thing as magic, right?

But she was right about the touching, how could it have triggered al these orgasms? And it would get better than that?

I looked one more time deep in her eyes, to see if there was some lunatic under all that beauty, but I saw nothing. Just sweet kindness, with a touch of naughty.

I took the skirt from her and without further hesitation I stepped into the circle of material and lifted it up over my legs, then over my hips. The feeling was indeed magical, exactly what I had fantasized about. It was awkward there was no zipper or button. But when I slid it higher, past my butt, it seemed to tighten a bit around my waist. In a way it was a perfect fit.

When I finally looked back at Vee, all she said was, "Now watch this..." and she pulled herself against me. The moment our skirts touched, I understood.

It felt like an explosion, a crash, a hurricane. When our bodies connected it was like superglue stuck us together. Without realizing it my arms went around her, my hands solidly on her behind, as I felt her hands on my own butt. Despite the destructiveness of my comparison, it felt like a soft touch, it was warm and heating quickly, and a wave of emotion went through my body.

I think I kissed her. Or maybe she kissed me. The position we were in left no question about it, kissing was part of it. Her taste was delicious, as her tongue, already deep in my mouth, also heated up. Our bodies were shorted circuits, as the energy that had built up in our skirts released instantly through our twisted tongues.

An orgasm hit me. No, it hit us. It was Vee's body that erupted first, but I was just as aware of it as she was, as my body simply followed suit. She gasped for air after her instant moan had slid down my throat. Then my own release sent more oxygen back into her lungs.

Realizing how we were one, two bodies so tightly connected that we felt like one, experiencing my first female orgasm through Vee, I came hard myself. I would have roared, if it wasn't for the fact my mouth was fully covered again by hers. She shuddered in perfect harmony with my body, as she experienced her first male orgasm.

From that moment it went back and forth, as our embrace became tighter and tighter. I was drinking the fluids in her mouth, as she was sucking a vacuum around my tongue, growing it larger and larger, like a replica of my dick. We came continuously now, male and female in shared pleasure, driven by magic that fueled our passion.

I didn't have a lot of conscious thoughts anymore, as everything was about keeping the sexual energy flowing between us. But some of my thoughts were in Spanish and I knew what they meant. And just thinking about our minds merging as well, her thoughts confirmed exactly that.

I wasn't afraid, it was like the ultimate reward when you get to know another person, and you see her soul. And just like that I knew this wasn't the first time she experienced this. But she had been afraid it would never happen again, until she met me and felt the connection. Three times before her life had changed. Once with a man, twice with another woman.

Again she was offered a new life, and so was I. All I had to do was say yes and we would drink a special potion to seal the deal. We would become younger, much younger. Like children again. I could see it clearly now in her memories. She had been a teenager again. And back in elementary school. And even a baby again. And each time she had lived a full life, until the magic of the skirt that somehow reappeared in her wardrobe at some point, would find her a new mate.

I would receive the same gift. We would spend many years together in our new life's until love would lead us to separate ways, or maybe, just maybe onto the same path.

The magic did not expect anything in return, although Vee has given back a lot through her more than a century long existence. But there were a few rules, and the most simple one was that the gift was given to women. If I accepted, my new life would be as a female.

Somehow that didn't scare me actually too much. It's one thing to be a male, dressing in female clothes, with the fear of being called out. But being a real woman and living as one seemed a natural thing. My only worries were about my current family. How will they deal with me gone?

The answer was simpler than I thought. Magic. The magic would change reality, so that we wouldn't be missed. For all we know my wife could be married to Vee's husband with our kids all siblings now. The magic had always provided sensible solutions.

All these thoughts went through both our minds as our bodies slowly calmed down. It was decision time and sort of knowing what will happen made the decision much easier. I will accept the gift.

And suddenly we were two again. No longer glued together we could pull away, but with pain in my heart I have to say. Our skirts were gone and my member was truly hanging down now, from all the weight in what must be a magical condom. Vee had something similar hanging down from her pussy, apparently all her cum had not been wasted either.

The potion we had to take was easy to make. Our two "condoms" were emptied in a carafe and mixed together. We poured it out in exactly two tall glasses. We toasted and drank each our own glass. The taste was weird, but thanks to magic acceptable. When we finished our last sip, we kissed and shared the taste, and that's when our lives ceased to exist.

When I woke up I was disoriented. Slowly memories started flooding my brain, pushing my old memories out of the way without erasing them. I would always know who I once was, but right now I was...

"Dee?" Yes, my name was Delilah now. And Veronica was my twin sister. "Vee!", I answered, switching on the light, "this is amazing!"

"Yes", she replied, "thank God we're not babies. Or have to go through puberty again."

I laughed, looking at her in her bed. She was beautiful, a younger version of how I remembered her. And I looked just like her, I also remembered.

I looked around our dorm room. College started tomorrow. We had a whole day to get used to our new bodies, our new life. I jumped out of bed and opened a drawer, pulling out a skirt. It was leather. Not magic, but definitely my thing. And I thanked the Goddess, mother Earth, for gifting us an awesome new life.