Why the hell was I sitting in our bedroom closet, spying on my love. A few moments before, I was looking for some reference material for an illustration I was working on... I needed one of her designer bras. Okay, illustration, I draw erotic illustrations, though some might call it porn. Meagan, my love, is my number one model.
When I was rummaging around in her chest of drawers, I found stuff that I had never seen in our bedroom, let alone in our sex games. We are not the inhibited kind, my love and I, we play together, and our play tends to get rough. We use all kinds of toys, though mostly I am the one initiating toy-play.
There I stood with toys that I didn't buy, but moreover didn't know about. Dumbfounded at first but then something stirred inside me. If it were dildo's, it wouldn't have surprised me, but a strap-on and one of those dicks that you can put in your cunt with the other end, a strapless...eh...thing.
My breath quickened, I felt my cock hardening.
Why did she have these things? Why hadn't she used those things on me?
I felt a jolt of jealousy.
Was she seeing someone else, playing around behind my back?
Surprisingly, the thought got me even harder, my sweet beautiful girl had secret cravings that she acted out behind my back. As I stood I felt my dick starting to throb, I just had to stroke my dick, my head spinning. After a couple of wanks I stopped though. Curiosity won over my lust, I simply had to know...
Why does she have these things and I haven't seen her use them? When does she actually use them? Are they solo devices, are they used in a secret sex life?
Questions were playing leapfrog in my head. I had to get answers. I could get her so worked up that she has to get herself off when she gets home from work.
If I am not around to help out, maybe she has an exciting Plan B?
Getting her worked up is not too hard, my love Meagan is sexual highly flammable material, she ignites in an instant and if she does she jumps my bones where ever we are. I know how to push her buttons, I've done it before, I text her a couple of times with some sexy scenarios that will make her toes curl. I know that she runs back home, panties soaking wet, up to our bedroom, ready to jump me
.
Let's see what she does when she can't find me, maybe she just goes down to get a glass of wine...Or better she starts without me and I can see what she is up to?"
That last option is what I would like of course, I wrote four or five messages with a bondage type of scenario and send them with 15 minute intervals, then hid in our bedroom closet.
She came home and I heard her calling my name...
"Sam...Samuel..."
