Back in the early 80's I met a girl who ultimately would become my first wife although at the time I had no idea how far things would go, I certainly had no marriage plans. To cut a long story short I ended up meeting her at a disco, I'd asked a friend to see if she could get me a date with a blonde girl at the farm where she kept her horse, unfortunately I didn't know this girls name, so I just described her as 'the slim blonde', she was quite a looker, long legs and a rear that filled her tight jodhpurs perfectly. I was very surprised when I got a message a couple of days later, this girl would love to go on a date and since there was a disco at a local club that weekend, it was suggested we meet there. The evening came and I had sent a message to this girl via my friend, what I would be wearing, so she'd know who her date was. I was stood at the bar looking around and there was no sign of her, half an hour past our meeting time and still no show, I began to suspect she'd changed her mind. I had noticed another blonde girl sat at a table who kept glancing at me, but thought nothing of it. I was about to finish my drink and leave when this girl approached and asked my name, I told her and then she introduced herself as my date for the evening, the girl who'd organised it had picked the wrong blonde! We started dating and it was clear she was a real beginner, I got the impression over the next few weeks that she'd probably only gone as far as kissing, and not even done that too often. Eventually, we started living together and her sexual experience increased vastly, she had an insatiable appetite, not just for sex, but also for learning new things of a sexual nature, she even began to go out and buy more revealing clothing and sexy underwear, when we first met she'd worn boring plain bra's and big panties. One day she asked if she could have some tight legging, not the ordinary cotton ones, something fancy, it turned out previously that she would always wear her jodhpurs and riding boots, she admitted she liked the boots, but didn't know why, now I must admit I like long boots on a woman, but long rubber riding boots just aren't a turn on! She went out and got a pair of wetlook leggings and we then got a pair of black knee-high boots with a 3 inch heel, a few days later she went shopping and came back with a matching wetlook top! She loved the way it clung to her slender body, and said it made her feel sexy too, not only that but people had begun to notice her more, then again given that she was only a 34B cup and very firm meant she could go bra-less most of the time, which she did, she began to act almost slutty in a way, she certainly liked to tease. One afternoon I came out of work (just around the corner from home) and several of the lads were stood chatting, "fuck me, have you seen that?" one asked me, pointing to a girl at the end of the street, I glanced up and to my surprise there was my mrs, wetlook top, wetlook leggings and the long black boots. "watch this" I said to the lads, they had no idea who she was so I could have a bit of fun here. I walked up the street, the lads just behind me, "hello sexy, fancy a drink" I said, slipping my arm around her waist, she smiled and we wandered off down the road. We got around the corner out of earshot of the lads from work and she told me she'd been in the local pub for a drink and had enjoyed the attention she was getting from some of the customers, not only that, but she had discovered a kinky new thing. Apparently she'd left the pub and on her way up had accidentally wet her leggings, not a lot, but it hadn't been visible due to them being wetlook, as she'd stood waiting for me she had needed to relieve herself urgently and had begun to let it out slowly into her leggings. It was at this point she'd noticed it was going into her boots and not noticeable to anyone passing by, so over the time she was stood waiting she'd completely emptied her bladder. She said it had made her feel very naughty wetting herself, then she dropped the bombshell, she told me she thought she needed to be taken straight home and given a spanking for wetting herself, after all, she was 18 years old, so she should have known better, and she'd wet her expensive leather boots! we hurried home, personally I'd have liked to go for a quick pint myself since we had to pass the pub to get home, but she was having non of it, we had barely got into the lounge when she bent over the arm of the couch and told me to give her a good spanking! I felt her leggings, they were barely damp due to it being a hot summers day, and there was no pissy smell either so that gave me another idea, one that I would enjoy. I administered 3 good slaps to each of her pert buttocks and realised she was enjoying it, I ran a hand up her tight top as she was bent over and her nipples were obviously erect, right here we go then. I told her to stand up and lower her leggings which she quickly pulled down as far as her long boots would allow, then told her to bend over the couch again, I should perhaps point out at this point that she was not only not wearing a bra, but wasn't wearing panties either. I was already turned on myself by now so I plunged my erect cock deep inside her and hammered away for about 5 minutes before shooting my load, by now her tight little hole was almost dripping. I made her stand and pull her leggings back up, she thought it was all over, how wrong she was, I said I had wanted a beer after work and was now going to the pub, and she was coming with me. I knew that at some point everything would leak out of her wet little cunt and into her leggings, I also knew that it would probably show on the thin black material. We arrived at the pub and stood at the bar for the first drink, a visible stain began to appear in her crotch, and she was still wearing her pissy boots. I told her that we'd have a few more drinks but that we'd sit at a table, I was happy that enough people had seen the cum stains on her pants by now. We had a couple more drinks and several times she asked if she could use the toilet, each time I refused, she could hold it or wet herself, her choice. She managed to hold it but did have another wetting on the way home. Several days later something really odd happened, she'd gone out shopping with her mother and invited her for dinner that evening, she'd arrived home, prepared the meal and then got changed out of her jeans into a more sexy pair of leggings, she liked to look sexy for me when I got home from work. Not long after I arrived her mother turned up, we were sat having drinks and that's when it happened, she noticed her daughter had change out of what she'd been wearing earlier, and made a very odd comment. She looked at her, then at me, " I see she's changed her pants since this morning" (by pants she meant the jeans) I nodded, "yeah she often gets changed before I get home" I replied, to be honest I found her comment a little odd, " you didn't wet your pants again did you?" she asked, looking straight at her daughter, who blushed and replied, "no mum, I didn't". I almost choked on my beer at this point, but it got worse, "oh no, please tell me you didn't poo in them again" she exclaimed. By now her poor daughter was totally embarrased and before she could reply her mother turned to me, "you'll have to keep an eye on her you know, it wouldn't be the first time she's messed her pants on the way home. I thought back to when we were both at the farm and began to wonder, it must have been a good 5 or miles from the farm to her house and she used to always walk unless it was raining, I also knew that most of the girls wouldn't use the toilet there as it was rumoured that the old farmer used to spy on them, in fact a lot of girls used to wee in their stable! I began to wonder at this point, had she had accidents on the way home from the farm, and if so had her mother spanked her for it, she certainly seemed the type, I never asked the question, but the thought was always there. I have loads of true stories about the stuff we did, she seemed to get wilder as time went on, there was one occasion when she went out in a pair of very tight leggings, her usual boots, and a black chiffon blouse, it was only when we arrived at our destination and she removed her jacket that I discovered she was bra-less, she certainly was popular that night, but thats another story.