Authors note.
Non of this story what it first seems.
My thanks go to Piscator from the Literotica Volunteer Editor program for helping add some polish to submission.
The confines of the wardrobe felt claustrophobic.
About me the stifling air, a heady mixture of perfume, mothballs and fabric conditioner, soon began to nauseate.
Then the black woollen balaclava started to irritate my skin.
As I waited, sweat trickled down my back, draining down the lower curve of my spine before disappearing into the crevasse between my butt.
I desperately wanted to cool off and remove my coat, but needed the contents of the pockets at hand when I burst out and took her.
After what seemed an eternity, she breezed into the bedroom looking happy and relaxed. She was dressed in a smart light-grey business suit, white silk blouse, dark stockings and high heels.
Except it wasn't like any business suit I'd ever seen.
The skirt was way too short for the office - revealing glimpses of dark stocking tops as she moved, the erotic swish of it's silk lining sliding smoothly over black nylon.
Her silk blouse was also cut way too low to possibly be tolerated by even the most open-minded of office managers, her sit-up-and/beg breasts bursting out the top of a lace bra revealed the dimpled edges of both large brown areoles.
Was she already dressed for sex?
For a woman in her mid forties she still looked fit and devastatingly attractive. I knew she worked out in the nearby gym as I'd watched her several times pumping weights in her clinging lycra gym clothes.
Although she carried a few extra pounds around her waist and shoulders, her arms had good muscle definition and her thighs bulged like pile-drivers. Her skin was more tanned then last I'd seen her, I guessed she had recently been under the UV lamps.
It was her jet black hair that had first attracted me to her, that and an alluring ski slope nose, full lips and dark eyes.
She was an Amazon and I anticipated a tough struggle to subdue her before I could thrust my rampant penis into her muscular body.
Strangely I didn't want to mark her or hurt that magnificent physique. I just longed to feel my naked body against her skin, force her to submit and violate her hard in both holes.
She intimidated me. But I had to be her master.
Humming something tuneless she shimmied out of her skirt which slid down her legs to crumple on the hard floor. Casually glancing down she carelessly stepped one leg out of the waistband, the light catching the sheen of her expensive silk stockings. Stepping sideways she hooked the waistband of the skirt on the toe of her stiletto shoe and deftly flicked it through the open bathroom door onto the polished granite tiles.
Outside the house an emergency vehicle sped past, sirens clearing the way ahead. She seemed to pause, smile and listened until it faded into the traffic noise of the evening rush hour.
Her luxurious Parisian perfume pervaded the room somehow finding a way into the wardrobe, further enfaming my passion.
By now my eye was pressed close to the spy hole in anticipation of the moment I would launch my attack.
Meanwhile she had taken her smartphone from her shoulder bag and with one hand thumbed in a number.
With her other hand she began to slowly ease the top button of her blouse.
I dare not attack while she was speaking to someone else.
While she waited for the number to ring she walked confidently around to the bottom of the bed directly facing my hiding place, her stilettos clicking sexily on the polished wooden floor.
My heart leapt in panic for a moment as she seemed to be looking directly at me.
Then I realised she was examining her body in the mirrors hanging on the outside of the wardrobe doors.
Seeming to approve of what she saw, she cupped a firm breast and nodded to herself in approval.
To get a better view of her I had to move carefully to my right to see through the thin gap between the doors. I was breathing heavily anticipating that thrilling moment when I would be discovered.
But she remained relaxed.
She had just sat down just a few feet from my hiding place as someone must have answered her call.
"Hello, is that Mrs Okara?" she asked in the cultured voice of an educated professional.
"This is Leanne Cooper from your husband's office, I'm so sorry to have disturbed your evening but I'm finalising the papers for tomorrow's board meeting and the CEO would like David to check a couple of points if he's at home?
As she spoke she unfastened the last button on her blouse and began adjusting a strap of her suspender belt, momentarily admiring her sleek legs in the mirror.
After a few seconds she spoke again, "Yes I'm still at my desk but this doesn't happen very often, just a few minutes more then it's home for me, a hot bath and put my tired feet up. That's what you get for being the Chief Executive's Personal Assistant."
Then added, "Thank you Mrs Okara, of course I'll hold, and once again I apologise for calling your husband at home."
As she waited she slipped a heel out of one shoe and began flicking it from side to side, her silken leg stretched out - as if somehow flirting with me.
Then her face lit up as the man she was calling had evidently picked up the phone.
"It's me Leanne. No of course I'm not still at the office, I just said that to put your Stepford fucking bitch off the scent." She listened for a few moments then said, "Is the frigid slut still there? Are you free to speak?"
There was a pause in the conversation. I imagined the man putting down the phone and closing a door for privacy or perhaps he moved into another room.
In that time she put down the phone, wriggled out of her blouse, quickly reaching behind her to remove her push-up bra. Now all she wore was the black six-strap suspender belt, seamed black nylons and matching patent high heels.
God she looked hot!
Returning the phone to her ear she twisted her body side-on to the mirrors, gave both nipples a quick tweak to snap them to attention and straightened up. Her breasts were perfect, a woman twenty years younger would have thought herself a glamour model with them.
And while she had clearly lost some of the magic bloom of youth she was still a very attractive woman.
"I thought you might like to come out for a picnic with me?"
She twirled a strand of hair between two fingers as she began flirting.
"Why tonight of course!"
She was enjoying her sexy innuendos.
"I thought I could bring the starter, something succulent, something very Brazilian, something that you could enjoy eating. And you bring the main course - you know I love dark meat, especially when it has a firm bone and comes with lots of gravy for me to lick off!" She sniggered, amused at her own inventiveness.
As she spoke she opened her thighs at last revealing to me the promised land that was the thin landing strip of her Brazilian topiary, the inviting mound of her sex and the inviting lips of her shaved vagina. Then with two fingers spread wide she slowly slid her hand down her stomach, passing close to the edges of her neat Brazilian trim and caressed the opening lips of her labia.
"And if that doesn't make your mouth water I've got a special birthday present for you."
Her face took on a wicked smile.
"Give you a clue? Well it's small, looks like a rosebud and is best entered through the back door!" Again she chuckled in delight.
Then she rolled onto her stomach, her legs stretching from the end of the bed to the floor, her pert ass grinning at me. As she spoke she opened her legs wide, revealing the crack of her butt, reached back and slid a long-nailed finger onto the rosebud of her anal entrance and began to circle it in anticipation.
"Well you've been asking me long enough, I thought just for once you could come with me in the tunnel of love!" she giggled in delight.
This was the moment I had waited for, the perfect position for me to take her, face down on the bed and unable to identify me. I would be able the remove the balaclava and fuck both holes without much of a struggle. My erection had found its way out of my flies and throbbed up and down in rhythmic pulses. My mouth was dry and I could smell my own body sweat.
I thought my chest might not withstand the pounding of my excited heart.
"I'm sure you can find a good excuse to get away for an hour, tell her you have to go back to the office to check some papers or some other bullshit."
Her hand let go of her hair and began playing casually with a strap of her suspender belt.
"I'll get dressed into something guaranteed to break your neck with a hard-on and meet you in the usual place in an hour. Can't wait to taste your salted beef!"
I watched her ring off with a press of her thumb on the keypad.
This was my moment.
With one hand I carefully drew out the hunting knife from my pocket, with the other grasped the partially closed cable ties needed to manacle her wrists and ankles.
Then I readied one shoulder against the wardrobe doors. I took a final glance through the door gap to confirm exactly where she was and thrust open both doors with a crash.
