Behind the Closet Door Ch. 01

Chapter 1: Simmering

Seven years went by like a whirlwind it seems; and here we are with a beautiful home and in our thirties with a beautiful young daughter who just started kindergarten. Our positions and good standing with the higher-ups at the local branch of the company Victoria and I work for have allowed her to work part time as a consultant and work occasional fulltime stints as a contractor when time allowed, which was a godsend when it came to raising our daughter as we didn't want to hire a nanny and wanted to be a constant presence in our child's life.

We were lucky to be able to pull that off. But now that she would be in school my wife was hungry to get back into working full time as a salaried employee again; although her style and taste in music have mellowed a lot since college she was still very competitive eye on the prize type of woman when she wanted to be, and she wanted to be.

The years have been wonderful to Victoria she hasn't aged so much has been refined with the years' passing. Her hair is its natural dark brown now as opposed to jet black, cut in a shorter asymmetrical A-line bob style and her style has gone from denim skirts and fishnets to pegged business skirts and hose – thigh highs and garter belt if she's feeling sexy or really needs to impress a client. She doesn't think too highly of her own looks no matter how many people openly ogle her or tell her how beautiful she looks when she goes out, but she does know how to use her feminine wiles on stupid horny men whom she is trying to secure as clients.

I sat at the kitchen table across from my daughter as she ate the pancakes I had made her; she was telling me all about what her class was doing today and I was enthralled. Her mother was running around the house in a rush on the phone in a demanding tone as Veronica stared at her smiling at mommy using her 'boss lady voice' happy to not be the one on the receiving end for a change.

Victoria's heels clicked into the kitchen as she walked over to Veronica, quickly pecked her forehead and told her to have a great day and that mommy loves her. She grabbed the travel mug I had left on the edge of the table kissed me on the cheek and walked out the door. I looked over at my daughter who was trying to remember a very important minor detail to her story. She finished up and we walked out to my car to get her to school.

I had a day off, the company was trying this new thing where they treat the employees like humans and give us two days off every month that don't eat into our vacation or sick days. I usually used these days to get housework done, or catch up on reading – that day I was going to clean up the house a bit. I had noticed it was pretty dusty around the areas that weren't Victoria's office, the master bedroom or our daughter's bedroom. I shuddered to think what lay buried within the couch and what the insides of the stove and the shelves of the fridge would look like under closer scrutiny.

I eventually got to the master bedroom after filling the vacuum twice and going through three dust rags I decided I might as well touch up the room despite Victoria's constant casual upkeep. After doing the main room I went to my wife's walk-in closet to vacuum the interior. It's not all together uncommon, we as a couple are very open to each other, I've often been in there when I was putting away laundry, or sent to find something of hers like a phone charger or pair of earrings. When I reached for the knob it didn't turn, the door was locked.

"What the hell?" I said out loud to no one, it was just so bizarre. To say a locked door was unusual would be the understatement of the year; we were not a locked door kind of family. In fact, I didn't even know there were locks on any interior doors that weren't bathrooms. I thought maybe it was a mistake that it had somehow locked itself or something.

I searched for the key in our miscellaneous items drawer and found a few sets buried under old phone chargers and broken headphones – all of which got thrown away – I walked back up to the closet and got back to vacuuming and dusting. I lifted a few bags from Fredrick's out of the corners and couldn't help but look inside – much like a kid the week before Christmas seeing if he could get a sneak-peek at his presents. The receipts were still in the bags and were only a few days old – confirming my hopes that these were some new, never-before-seen goodies. There were a few bags, but each one contained a few items of very little, very lacy and/or very sheer garments.

All told there were five sets in different colors; black; red; white; violet; and then one that was a red lining black as well as assorted thigh-high stockings in black and in white. Each set included garter belts and straps but the bras varied from the black and red being standard sexy with some lace, to the red lined black bustier, a wispy little white nothing of a bra with no padding and no wire or support, violet was in a separate bag and was a tiny negligee that was very stretchy and would accentuate my wife's subtle and slim curves in a way that had made my mouth water to begin to think about. What struck me most though were the panties, every single set had a matching g-string. Victoria had never to my knowledge worn g-strings – regular thongs, yes, but I don't think she's ever been interested and I've never been one to care what she wore since she always looked amazing; but there was something about seeing that scandalous garment in her closet – freshly purchased that sent my imagination into overdrive.

We had been slowing down and falling into a routine (rut?) sexually speaking; working and raising a daughter are very time consuming as it turns out, so I saw these bags as an impending naughty renaissance of sorts for us. Satisfied and excited with acquiring this secret knowledge I finished dusting and closed the door after hiding all evidence of my snooping.

I had assumed my wife's success in securing an advertising deal with a big client was the reason for her splurging on lingerie and was prepared to wait until our next date night – conveniently scheduled for the coming Saturday only two days away. The rest of my night went by like usual, I picked up Veronica, took her to McDonald's – promised her not to tell her mom what she had for lunch. Waited for Victoria to come home and we made dinner together while Veronica sat and did her homework – good old fashioned family time, if there's anything better I haven't found it.

As Victoria and I got ready for bed, I was laying on the bed reading another article about the world being plunged further into chaos – business as usual – I noticed Victoria taking off her work shirt which had been untucked from her smart pencil skirt and hung open unbuttoned but had not yet been removed entirely. She looked so sexy, her pale stomach against the light blue of her shirt and white of her simple bra the vision of the sexy secretary cliché. As she sat on the edge of the bed I couldn't help but put the article on our impending doom aside and stare at the way her tight skirt led from the slim body all the way down to the slight flare of her hips into the rounded bottom of her tight ass; the tightness of the skirt was suggesting just enough to maximize the alluring idea of the body beneath. She removed her stockings and stood again – zipping her skirt down and sliding it half off all in the same motion of reaching for her closet door.

As she reached to open it I noticed there were keys in her hand, she unlocked the door I had left unlocked earlier and walked in, none the wiser of my earlier – now apparent – intrusion. She came out of her closet dressed in pajamas – simple dark blue bottoms and a white tee shirt – complete with the small dents confirming her shapely little nipples. We kissed goodnight and she promptly fell asleep. Leaving me to continue reading about the fall of western civilization for the thousandth time that month, but also leaving me to think about what kind of surprise sex blow-out she was planning since she was obviously trying to keep me in the dark about her recent purchases.

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Saturday came surprisingly fast despite my excitement for it. My wife and I have sex regularly, at the absolute very least three times a week and that low number is uncommon usually we manage five days and count ourselves lucky our housing situation and well insulated walls allow us the privacy needed to have alone time that our daughter can't hear. In spite of the last time we had sex being only a few days ago I was jumping out of my skin with excitement because of the promise the lingerie in her closet held. More than once I caught myself daydreaming about the kind of sex we used to have, the dirty talk, the 'creative' positions, her submitting to me and begging me to fuck her harder Friday was definitely not a great day of productivity for my side of the projects.

I walked into the house after dropping Veronica off at my mother-in-law's house. As always they were very excited to see each other and would no doubt be commencing in their ritual of eating way too much candy and watching all sorts of movies that neither I nor Victoria approve of Veronica seeing – I really like my mother-in-law. The shower was off and I saw a light in our bathroom as Victoria was getting her makeup on, she was going all out on getting dolled up it seemed. Her eye shadow was darker than usual a nice middle ground of twenty-something-year-old Victoria and "twenty-nine" year-old Victoria. Her lipstick was a deep red that evoked a classic sort of Hollywood Noir beauty.

"And just what do you think you're looking at mister?" she asked playfully as she noticed me.

"Oh, me? I was just passing by."

"Reaaaally now? Well quit creeping on naked ladies and get dressed, we've got a reservation to keep!"

"Oh please, like you're gonna be ready anytime within the next few decades." I shot back at her laughing at the ridiculousness of her think I'd make us late.

"Uhuh, at least you'll look nice while you wait for me." I just shook my head and walked away. "Wear a black shirt under your jacket!" she yelled after me as I walked away. She was very particular about not only matching her clothes to each other, but also matching me to her clothes as well.

After getting dressed in my nicest black suit I peeked in again and saw her finishing up her hair and makeup she stood with her robe slightly open admiring herself – or more likely scrutinizing herself. Her robe dropped farther down her body and that was when I noticed – HOLY SHIT – she was smoking. Now I have always considered her the sexiest woman alive, bar none. This however was different. Standing in the stark bright fluorescence of the bathroom lights and the vanity mirrors lights she was lit up brighter and more clearly than I probably had ever seen her. She wasn't just hot for a mother, or a thirty-six year old she was hot period.

Her body was toned – more toned than I had probable ever seen it – her abs were just barely hinted at, but clearly there, her ass had gotten shapelier – probably a result of motherhood mixed with daily trips to the company gym. Her whole body showed off the results of a consistent workout regiment. Her mile long legs looked better than they ever had and her abs led beautifully to the little triangle of hair that sat just above her tight little pussy. How I had not consciously noticed this seemingly perfected version of my wife earlier I couldn't even begin to answer but I was certainly noticing it now.

While she definitely wasn't as lost in herself as I was in her, she didn't notice my presence until I walked in a bit closer. She turned and pulled her robe up more as she began walking past me to the room to get dressed. I reached out to pull her to me but she smiled and laughed

"You'll get this all tonight, baby. Don't worry. Now go make me a drink, something fruity please."

"Yes, ma'am!" I said a little let down, but not surprised, we did have a reservation after all. Victoria walked into the kitchen wearing a very tight fitting dress that hung off of one shoulder with a silver clasp at the single strap. It was cut with an asymmetrical hem to balance out the shoulder and had alternating matte black and glossier black finish on different panels of fabric. Travelling down she was surprisingly not wearing stockings or hose, but she was wearing four inch heeled black ankle boots with a pointed tow and a small silver buckle on each side mirroring the clasp at the top of the outfit.

Leading back up the dress pulled in tightly at her waist accentuating her feminine curves as well as highlighting her toned stomach. Dangling at from her ears were slim silver earrings attached to silver chains. Black and silver were clearly the color scheme of tonight. With her dark eyes hadow and cat eyed makeup she looked a bit like a sort of Disney villainess, but updated to be a fashion forward queen rather than mistress of evil. She took her drink and playful threw a silver silk tie at my transfixed slack jawed face and said, "Call the Uber."

The Uber got us to the restaurant without any problems, we made polite small talk with the driver, who was eager to tell us his life story and just fell into nodding heads and with the occasional prompted input from one of us. We arrived at one of the newer and fancier steakhouse/bar type places that always seem to be popping up in the trendier areas of downtown. We were asked to wait in the bar as they set up our table and within ten minutes were seated and being waited on for appetizers. The meal was delicious and my wife would always seem to be within minutes of some sort of innuendo or reminder that something incredible was waiting for me when we got home. My wife retained her bad girl instincts when we'd go on date nights and would often tease me as we were out; she definitely had some exhibitionist streaks in her, which worked out fairly well with my occasional voyeuristic tendencies.

As we stood up to leave the restaurant and hit a bar down the block before heading home she took the lead. I swear as she walked ahead of me she was putting more emphasis on her hips swaying as she walked. The short dress bounced on her tight seemingly-newly toned ass and the light hit the glossy bits of the fabric in a hypnotizing way. I'm surprised I didn't run into anything or anyone walking out.

As she stepped out into the well lit archway leading to the steps to the street I willed my eyes to see through her clothes and maybe just saw what I wanted to see, but resting just under the material of her dress I swear I made out the almost non existent telltale lines of the top of a g-string. This opened up the floodgates of my imagination and I'm glad she was still ahead of me otherwise my face would have given myself away immediately. I believed she was wearing the new lingerie, but which set.

I hadn't forgotten in the bar about my little glimpse but I shoved it (with all my willpower) to the back of my mind and we had a shot and a cocktail at a nice trendy little bar for the next hour and a half. There was a dance floor in an area separate from the bar but neither of us were the dancing type and the music playing was a bit beyond us so we stayed in the bar area and just hung out with each other. We talked about work and upcoming family functions, threw around plans for our next family vacation and whatever movies we had seen or books we had read recently. After we finished our cocktails and came to a natural ending point in a conversation I asked if we should get going, while it was only midnight, she had plans and I was going to take full advantage of those plans she had.

As we exited the Uber and walked up the steps to our door my hands were all over her. I pushed her against the door and made out with her as I was finding my keys. With some difficulty I managed to get the door open as I was kissing down her neck. After a few steps we fell onto the couch, with her on her back and me on top of her pulling the hem of her dress up her thighs. She moaned into my mouth as the hemline passed the bottom of her hips and pulled up over her tight little ass. My hands found her ass from there and I was surprised to find very thin lacy bikini cut panties instead of the g-string or thong I had anticipated; still it wasn't something I was about to complain about.

As I squeezed her ass with my left hand my right was busy lifting the hemline up further up her body. Victoria lightly pushed on my chest and while I was reluctant to lift from my spot on her neck I pulled up. She was looking at me with glassy eyes and hot breath, her neck up to her cheeks were a flush and pink, as opposed to the usual pale complexion. With a smile she stood up and began the walk to our room. I sat up from the couch when a I hear a whoosh and everything went dark for a second.

Confused I looked down at my hands and noticed the airy cloth that was in it I held it up and saw she had thrown her dress in my face; the open door to our room only a few yards away had a soft orange glow radiating from it. I approached it, slowly – some things never change as far as trying to keep your cool around beautiful women, even if you've been together for a decade. When I crossed the threshold of our bedroom I saw her outlined on the made bed.

The orange glow of one of our bedside lamps created soft swooping arcs of orange that painted the suggestion of her warm nude figure against the flatter coolness of our bedspread. The uninterrupted orange strokes that painted and revealed her body told me she had discarded her bra and

I spent a good minute standing in the doorway taking in the way the light and shadows worked together. As my eyes etched the image of her body laying there for the hundredth time since I met her I saw her as she is now against the girl she was when I met her, the woman she was becoming as she was pregnant and this was the most I had ever been blown away by her beauty. Every year together had lead to this moment and for whatever reason this random Saturday felt like a milestone in our marriage up there with our wedding and birth of our daughter, buy our house, I don't get it but it was a moment I would never forget.

The warmth of the lamp sandwiching the cool blue light of the moon against the blackness of the shadows pulling out the dichotomy of the love of this woman I know as the mother of my child against the cool sexiness of a strong woman using her sexuality to its fullest to entice and pull me in; the shadows in between called to me to explore and with a step I answered there call for rediscovery.

"I thought you'd gotten lost," she said both mockingly and with a hint of desire.

"I was for a second there," I replied as hammy as I could.

"Oh shut up and come fuck me." She said smiling at my cheese.

I walked over to the bed and stood over her. As I reached the edge of the bed she got up on her hands and knees and crawled over to me. She grabbed my belt (I had abandoned my coat on the couch. The clinking of the metal and pulling of leather against fabric led into the unzipping and ruffling of my tucked in shirt, and within seconds she had it. I was already fully erect and dying to have her, but like any guy I was not about to turn down a blowjob.

The soft wetness of her tongue felt amazing as she licked the head of my cock, slowly swirling her tongue around it and coating it with a generous layer of shimmering saliva. She worked up and down my shaft, one hand stroking her spit into it the other had long been hidden between her legs. After reaching a point she had decided as sufficiently wet she took my cock in her mouth and began to bob her head up and down me. She took just the head at first then after a few bobs went down to a quarter, then half my cock was in her mouth. I let out a moan – she was so good and it had been a while – she pulled back and smiled up at me.