Behind the Closet Door Ch. 01

Looking at her face was a sight to see. Her hair was pulled back behind her ears and her mascara and eyeliner had been slightly smudged creating a vague smoky halo around her eyes that brought out her sultriness all that much more. She was biting her lip as she smiled and continued her mission. She went back down halfway again and held it there. It felt amazing on my end, and then she slowly started inching ever so slightly forward until she made it down to the base of my dick and her nose was touching my pelvis. My mind was just about blown; she had never gone beyond halfway and here she was taking my whole dick. I looked down at her and her eyes were on me seemingly knowing I'd be at the very least surprised.

She pulled off and strands of spit connected her lips and my cock still, she pulled them from her lips and continued stroking me and smirking the wet sounds of her hand moving up and down hung in there air keeping the scene from total silence.

I was still stunned and didn't know what else to do but let her continue – she seemed to know what she was doing after all.

"I've been practicing for you baby," she said after she realized I was not going to be able to come up with anything to say. "It's been a while since we've really had any alone time beyond a quickie here and there, and I wanted to do something special for you." She had continued stroking me and smiled up at me.

"Well it sure was hot, thank you." Was all that I could manage to reply with.

"My vibrator is a little smaller than you, so I wasn't sure if I'd be able to take you all the way, but I guess if you try hard enough and really love someone you can be a good little slut for them," she laughed. She propped her self up and in a smooth motion laid back on the bed I went to get between her legs to eat her sweet little pussy. Seeing how it glistened with her wetness had me extremely turned on and after the amazing blowjob she had given me I was eager to return the favor. As I lowered my head she stopped me.

"No baby, I need you to fuck me, NOW." She opened her legs wider for me.

"Come on and fuck your little slut." I, again, was in no position to argue. I – again – was in no position to argue and pulled off my pants and shirt and crawled up her body kissing her toned stomach along the way. My mouth again found hers and I felt her reaching for my dick; she slid me into her and had a sharp inhalation of breath as I pushed into her. Her pussy was ready and extremely wet – there was practically no resistance as I went in and it felt amazing I knew it would be a relatively short time before I came. As I thrust into her she squeezed my back and her whole body tightened up under me I lifted up and she let go, I was now up on the bed and she was on her back, I grabbed her legs and pulled them up on my shoulders and began to quicken my pace. She responded with increasingly loud gasps that became grunts that became moans.

"Yeah, you like that little slut?" I asked in response to her moaning

"Oh yeah, fuck... fuh fuh, FUH- FUCK ME!" She yelled and repeated.

"Are you my little deepthroating whore?"

"YEEEESSSSSSS!" She quickly responded.

"Say it slut!" I demanded as I roughly grabbed one of her small breast.

"OOOHH yessss, - I – I'm your little deepthroating who-OOOHH-ore. Her body began to shake after that and I knew there was no way I'd make it past her orgasm without cumming. We both came together. I released her legs as I finished and she convulsed a few times in pleasure and I collapsed on top of her. We made out a little and then I rolled off of her – completely spent. She got up to wash up and brush her teeth. I had passed out by the time she had reentered the room.

...

I awoke the next morning at around 9:00 (woo for sleeping in) Victoria was still asleep next to me, I moved to get up and make coffee and she began to wake.

"Good morning," I said.

"Hmmmm... what time is it," She responded.

"Just about nine."

"In the morning?"

"Well the sun's out, so hopefully."

"Jesus, don't you ever sleep." She said as she pulled a pillow over her head. I saw she shifted and was in flannel pajamas – a far cry from the memories of last night.

"I'm making coffee, you want me to bring you some?"

"If we gotta get up now I guess I'll need it," she deadpanned.

I was just finishing up getting my shoes on in preparation to go do some yard work when Victoria walked by in her gym clothes with her backpack on.

"Hey what's on the agenda for today?" I asked.

"Just gonna go to the gym then picking up Veronica and maybe get some shopping done after. She needs a new pair of shoes soon."

"Didn't we just buy her new ones like a month ago?"

"She must've outgrown them. You went with her and didn't get a size bigger like I told you to remember." She said taking a slight dig at my shopping cluelessness.

"In my defense they didn't have the light-up ones a size larger."

"I guess that's a pretty good defense, anyway, what about you handyman? Got any big projects I'll have to dig you out of later?"

"Well since you're picking up Veronica I figure I'll remodel the kitchen, repave the driveway and knock down a few walls, you know open up the living space a little."

"Oooookay, just make sure you were a helmet," she said, rolling her eyes. I smiled at her as she walked by me and took the opportunity to give her ass a little slap as she passed – that got a smile from her. The door closed and I went to the backyard and started up the lawn mower.

...

After finishing mowing the front and back yards I showered, I looked at the clock and was surprised only about an hour and a half had passed – I hated yard work so it always seemed to take forever – as I sat on the bed putting on my socks I was facing my wife's closet door. A thought struck me – the lingerie. Since she hadn't worn it last night for our date what was she saving it for? There were a lot of sets so if not bust them last night, then when? I reached for the door – again, locked – now I was suspicious. Maybe she has some weird shame about themor maybe she's added to her vibrator collection and was ashamed? That just seemed so weird, she's never been repressed about her sexuality, there were always things that made her feel naughty and blush but I'd never known her to hide anything. But then of course the obvious solution is she was just good at hiding some depraved sluttiness. Either way running over the possibilities of what was behind that closet had made my dick strain against my pants and I had already begun walk to the drawer with the spare keys.

I walked into the closet and did not see the bags – which made sense, she must have put them away on hangers or in a drawer somewhere. I began searching through her closet. I was admittedly getting a bit of a voyeuristic thrill from it, I had never been on a panty raid when I was younger but I was beginning to understand why teenage boys were so hot on the idea. I dug around in her panty drawer and found all manner of undergarment, boring white panties, stripes, polka-dots in various colors. Boyshorts, French cut, seamless. Weirdly even though I had seen all of these before many times I couldn't help but think they were exceptionally hot; but as far as the cuts of them: nothing too sexy.

I opened the next drawer and was definitely getting warmer. The only colors in this one were black, red, and a few white and pink around. These were lacy cuts and smaller – tighter she definitely looks sexy in all of them. There were a few small thongs and lacy thongs as well but nothing as scandalous as the little tiny g-strings or the insanely sexy tops. The next drawer was full of pantyhose and stockings, garterbelts but none of the lingerie from Frederick's. At this point it had become a game for me and I was not going to lose, I reasoned they must be stashed somewhere special, probably up high or down low in a box or a bin. After a quick search I found a few shoeboxes and a bin of sewing supplies for repairs and finally an unassuming unlabeled black in the backmost corner of her closet – that had to be it.

I cracked the lid off and the smell of her perfume wafted through the air. Inside I found the bustier on top and pulled it up, I found her secret lingerie again and felt an immense amount of satisfaction that my quest was complete. I held up the bras and sexy little strings in the light, picturing my wife's sexy body filling them. I pulled the last of the garments out and saw underneath something that surprised me – now, I knew my wife had a vibrator and a magic wand, I had bought those afterall – what surprised me were the four other dildos in her naughty little bin. The first was a tiny metallic blue bullet vibrator, and then there was a six inch long 'cyberskin' dildo molded to look like a dick complete with balls and veins. The other two actually shocked me: One was a very large dark magenta rubber dildo that had to be at least eight inches long and about three inches across; the last one was a butt plug, only about two and a half inches long but it was quite wide and had a little pink plastic jewel on the base.

I sat on the floor staring at these newly discovered smutty objects I was shaking with voyeuristic thrill, was my wife longing to be a filthy little slut this whole time? Why hadn't she shared this side of her? She was clearly ashamed of it or thinks I wouldn't be into it, I knew I'd have to find a way to subtly bring this up to her and get her to open up, my dick was raging hard at this point as I absentmindedly was toying with one of her secret g-strings. The buzzing of my phone snapped me out of my own head and grabbed it to check it – nothing – huh strange. Although the clock on it did inform me I had spent the better part of an hour creeping on my own wife's things so I began putting all of her stuff back as I had found it. I heard my phone buzz again, but I realized it was in my pocket and had felt nothing. I heard another buzz. I thought maybe I turned a vibrator on – then another buzz.

I caught the direction it came from and went to my wife's little jewelry chest she keeps on her dresser I lifted it up and found an iphone 5 under it – weird that she kept that. We usually just load our old phones with games and give them to Veronica until she inevitably breaks them. Her having this one in particular is weird because of how old it is, my thoughts were she just forgot about it, but then why would it be charged at all? I checked it and it said, "New messages received on whatsapp." I knew of whatsapp, but we didn't really have any international friends so I never used it... I tried her standard lock code and got the red shakes of denial. Keeping in line with her dildos the mystery only deepened, I thought it better to not push my luck though and closed the door to her closet and locked it leaving my wife's slutty secrets in the shadows, for now.