Crouched in the darkened confines of the closet, Paul waited anxiously for his wife and the man she had picked up at the bar to come into the bedroom. He heard them in the living room, talking in low tones and sporadic muffled laughter. In his mind's eye he could see them sitting on the sofa drinking, touching and teasing each other. "I wished they would get in here, this closet is making me claustrophobic," he thought. Visions of the man and Paul's wife burned in his brain.
Paul was sure excitement coursed through the stranger's head, excited with the prospect of bedding her. Jennifer is a real prick teaser without doing anything. Just the sight of her was an erotic temptation to men. He watched other men's reactions for years. Jennifer created comment and erections around the room at parties, nightclubs, grocery stores, practically anywhere. Jennifer is an erotic dancer and since Paul doesn't dance enough for her, she will often dance with other men when they go out. Men make fools of themselves on the dance floor, putting moves on Jenn and she likes to tantalize them too, dancing just as dirty as the men do. It makes her hot to have other men want her, flirt with her and try to pick her up. Paul had to admit it made him hot to watch the effect she had on other men. He encouraged her because of the benefits he reaps when they get home.
Alone in the darkness Paul's sense of smell, touch, hearing and a vivid imagination became more acute as he peered into the bedroom through the louvered door. The closet smelled faintly of worn clothing and leather. He could smell Jennifer's fragrance, not just her perfume but her femininity, all about him. She always smelled so good, he could never get enough of her. Blindly reaching around he found the hamper and chanced upon a pair of panties Jenn had worn earlier in the day. Putting them to his nose he breathed in that sweet familiar bouquet that he loved so much. A tingle started in his crotch and quickly flooded him with desire for her, causing him to clench those muscles.
"I'll be right back...make another drink." Jennifer's voice was in the bedroom. She closed the door and whispered, "Paul are you here?"
"Yes, what's taking so long?" came Paul's muted response from the closet.
Jennifer opened the closet door and squat down to where he was sitting, still holding her panties in his hand. Her skirt rode up her thighs showing her panties already wet with desire. "We're about ready to come in, are you sure you're going to be alright with this?"
"Yeah, yeah just hurry up. I'm going crazy waiting for you." he pleaded. She gave him a wet kiss, swirling her tongue around his lips before she broke free and stood. "I'll make it good for you, sweetie," she whispered, closing the door.
Jenn and Paul fantasized about this moment for a long time; now it was finally going to happen. They talked at length about how she would go to a bar not far from their home and pick up a man. (Something she had always fantasized but had been too afraid of doing on her own.) She would bring him home, saying that her husband was out-of-town, not to be home until the next day. Jennifer would complain about how he didn't satisfy her and didn't take enough time when making love to her. Paul would conceal himself in one of the two closets, watching through the louvered doors. She in turn would put on a sex show for him with the other man. Jennifer wanted Paul there in case anything undesirable should happen. Paul was a voyeur at heart and loved to watch others in the act. Both felt this way it wasn't like they were cheating on each other and could still experience their desires covertly. Sort of having their cake and eating it too. Paul and Jenn had great sex when they acted out fantasies and both loved to share their imaginations. It added dimension to their lovemaking allowing them the freedom to experience anything they wanted.
Light burst through the louvers of the closet door. In his surprise, Paul almost lost his balance and fell against the closet shelves. "Now that would be great, he thought, Murphy's Law in the bedroom."
Jennifer quickly dimmed the lights and chided the man for breaking the romantic spell. He responded by grabbing her around the waist, pulling her close, his mouth finding her plump scarlet lips. She pulled away shoving the man to the bed, not interested in kissing him or having some "romantic encounter". To her, this was purely sexual. Once he was seated, she slipped off his shoes and socks and then began undoing his belt.
"Hey there honey, you're in a hell of a hurry aren't you? Slow down." he said in his drunken drawl. He fell back on the bed as she pulled the pants from his legs. I could see the huge bulge in his jockey shorts.
"Just relax and let me do my thing, believe me you'll get your chance," she said smiling.
Jenn kicked off her shoes and crawled between his legs. Remembering her husband, she positioned herself to the side so as not to block his view. She reached inside the man's underwear and removed that bulge. He looked thick and heavy in her small hands as he rested on his elbows watching her every move.
She waved his growing cock in the air and said, "This is what I've been wanting".
