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
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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..."
She slammed doors, and the she ran up the stairs. Through the slightly opened closet doors I saw that she looked at the bed if I was asleep. She obviously didn't find me there...I sat a few feet away in the closet with a boner that by now was straining to get out of my track pants.
I could see that she was contemplating what to do... Then she reached a decision! Bloody hell, my hopes came through... she walked to her chest of drawers, rummaged around in it and then started undressing. Oh my god she was stunning, I see her every day, but every time I am amazed at how beautiful she is.
She stood with her back to the door the was hiding me and started undressing. Her skirt fell to the floor and her white shirt followed suit. Her back was shining with perspiration, she obviously had been running in the hurry to jump me. My heart pounded as she turned around to pick up her clothes an put them on the stool next to the bed. If I could see her face could she see mine? My cock jumped at the thought... I obviously was hitting new grounds in my sexuality... Phew..., she turned around, without noticing that the door was slightly ajar.
Her hands came to her back as she undid her bra. She put them on the pile of clothes, and stepped out of her panties in the same movement. Meagan didn't step in her bed as I expected, instead she got a pair of pantyhose, sat on the side of our bed and started putting them on.
She puts them over her bare pussy, my pure, prim girlfriend puts her nylons over her bare ass...
I asked a hundred times to go without panties and who knows, she already done that without me knowing. I had to wank my hard-on, I couldn't resist the urge though I was afraid to lose it before Meagan was finished with whatever she had in mind.
Oh that feels good...
Stroking myself was like running my hands up her Nylon clad calves and ass-cheeks. Oh, this show was the best I saw in years. Meagan outdid all the porn starlets I jerked of on.
