Chapter 1: Simmering
Seven years went by like a whirlwind it seems; and here we are with a beautiful home and in our thirties with a beautiful young daughter who just started kindergarten. Our positions and good standing with the higher-ups at the local branch of the company Victoria and I work for have allowed her to work part time as a consultant and work occasional fulltime stints as a contractor when time allowed, which was a godsend when it came to raising our daughter as we didn't want to hire a nanny and wanted to be a constant presence in our child's life.
We were lucky to be able to pull that off. But now that she would be in school my wife was hungry to get back into working full time as a salaried employee again; although her style and taste in music have mellowed a lot since college she was still very competitive eye on the prize type of woman when she wanted to be, and she wanted to be.
The years have been wonderful to Victoria she hasn't aged so much has been refined with the years' passing. Her hair is its natural dark brown now as opposed to jet black, cut in a shorter asymmetrical A-line bob style and her style has gone from denim skirts and fishnets to pegged business skirts and hose – thigh highs and garter belt if she's feeling sexy or really needs to impress a client. She doesn't think too highly of her own looks no matter how many people openly ogle her or tell her how beautiful she looks when she goes out, but she does know how to use her feminine wiles on stupid horny men whom she is trying to secure as clients.
I sat at the kitchen table across from my daughter as she ate the pancakes I had made her; she was telling me all about what her class was doing today and I was enthralled. Her mother was running around the house in a rush on the phone in a demanding tone as Veronica stared at her smiling at mommy using her 'boss lady voice' happy to not be the one on the receiving end for a change.
Victoria's heels clicked into the kitchen as she walked over to Veronica, quickly pecked her forehead and told her to have a great day and that mommy loves her. She grabbed the travel mug I had left on the edge of the table kissed me on the cheek and walked out the door. I looked over at my daughter who was trying to remember a very important minor detail to her story. She finished up and we walked out to my car to get her to school.
I had a day off, the company was trying this new thing where they treat the employees like humans and give us two days off every month that don't eat into our vacation or sick days. I usually used these days to get housework done, or catch up on reading – that day I was going to clean up the house a bit. I had noticed it was pretty dusty around the areas that weren't Victoria's office, the master bedroom or our daughter's bedroom. I shuddered to think what lay buried within the couch and what the insides of the stove and the shelves of the fridge would look like under closer scrutiny.
I eventually got to the master bedroom after filling the vacuum twice and going through three dust rags I decided I might as well touch up the room despite Victoria's constant casual upkeep. After doing the main room I went to my wife's walk-in closet to vacuum the interior. It's not all together uncommon, we as a couple are very open to each other, I've often been in there when I was putting away laundry, or sent to find something of hers like a phone charger or pair of earrings. When I reached for the knob it didn't turn, the door was locked.
"What the hell?" I said out loud to no one, it was just so bizarre. To say a locked door was unusual would be the understatement of the year; we were not a locked door kind of family. In fact, I didn't even know there were locks on any interior doors that weren't bathrooms. I thought maybe it was a mistake that it had somehow locked itself or something.
I searched for the key in our miscellaneous items drawer and found a few sets buried under old phone chargers and broken headphones – all of which got thrown away – I walked back up to the closet and got back to vacuuming and dusting. I lifted a few bags from Fredrick's out of the corners and couldn't help but look inside – much like a kid the week before Christmas seeing if he could get a sneak-peek at his presents. The receipts were still in the bags and were only a few days old – confirming my hopes that these were some new, never-before-seen goodies. There were a few bags, but each one contained a few items of very little, very lacy and/or very sheer garments.
All told there were five sets in different colors; black; red; white; violet; and then one that was a red lining black as well as assorted thigh-high stockings in black and in white. Each set included garter belts and straps but the bras varied from the black and red being standard sexy with some lace, to the red lined black bustier, a wispy little white nothing of a bra with no padding and no wire or support, violet was in a separate bag and was a tiny negligee that was very stretchy and would accentuate my wife's subtle and slim curves in a way that had made my mouth water to begin to think about. What struck me most though were the panties, every single set had a matching g-string. Victoria had never to my knowledge worn g-strings – regular thongs, yes, but I don't think she's ever been interested and I've never been one to care what she wore since she always looked amazing; but there was something about seeing that scandalous garment in her closet – freshly purchased that sent my imagination into overdrive.
We had been slowing down and falling into a routine (rut?) sexually speaking; working and raising a daughter are very time consuming as it turns out, so I saw these bags as an impending naughty renaissance of sorts for us. Satisfied and excited with acquiring this secret knowledge I finished dusting and closed the door after hiding all evidence of my snooping.
I had assumed my wife's success in securing an advertising deal with a big client was the reason for her splurging on lingerie and was prepared to wait until our next date night – conveniently scheduled for the coming Saturday only two days away. The rest of my night went by like usual, I picked up Veronica, took her to McDonald's – promised her not to tell her mom what she had for lunch. Waited for Victoria to come home and we made dinner together while Veronica sat and did her homework – good old fashioned family time, if there's anything better I haven't found it.
As Victoria and I got ready for bed, I was laying on the bed reading another article about the world being plunged further into chaos – business as usual – I noticed Victoria taking off her work shirt which had been untucked from her smart pencil skirt and hung open unbuttoned but had not yet been removed entirely. She looked so sexy, her pale stomach against the light blue of her shirt and white of her simple bra the vision of the sexy secretary cliché. As she sat on the edge of the bed I couldn't help but put the article on our impending doom aside and stare at the way her tight skirt led from the slim body all the way down to the slight flare of her hips into the rounded bottom of her tight ass; the tightness of the skirt was suggesting just enough to maximize the alluring idea of the body beneath. She removed her stockings and stood again – zipping her skirt down and sliding it half off all in the same motion of reaching for her closet door.
As she reached to open it I noticed there were keys in her hand, she unlocked the door I had left unlocked earlier and walked in, none the wiser of my earlier – now apparent – intrusion. She came out of her closet dressed in pajamas – simple dark blue bottoms and a white tee shirt – complete with the small dents confirming her shapely little nipples. We kissed goodnight and she promptly fell asleep. Leaving me to continue reading about the fall of western civilization for the thousandth time that month, but also leaving me to think about what kind of surprise sex blow-out she was planning since she was obviously trying to keep me in the dark about her recent purchases.
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Saturday came surprisingly fast despite my excitement for it. My wife and I have sex regularly, at the absolute very least three times a week and that low number is uncommon usually we manage five days and count ourselves lucky our housing situation and well insulated walls allow us the privacy needed to have alone time that our daughter can't hear. In spite of the last time we had sex being only a few days ago I was jumping out of my skin with excitement because of the promise the lingerie in her closet held. More than once I caught myself daydreaming about the kind of sex we used to have, the dirty talk, the 'creative' positions, her submitting to me and begging me to fuck her harder Friday was definitely not a great day of productivity for my side of the projects.
I walked into the house after dropping Veronica off at my mother-in-law's house. As always they were very excited to see each other and would no doubt be commencing in their ritual of eating way too much candy and watching all sorts of movies that neither I nor Victoria approve of Veronica seeing – I really like my mother-in-law. The shower was off and I saw a light in our bathroom as Victoria was getting her makeup on, she was going all out on getting dolled up it seemed. Her eye shadow was darker than usual a nice middle ground of twenty-something-year-old Victoria and "twenty-nine" year-old Victoria. Her lipstick was a deep red that evoked a classic sort of Hollywood Noir beauty.
"And just what do you think you're looking at mister?" she asked playfully as she noticed me.
"Oh, me? I was just passing by."
"Reaaaally now? Well quit creeping on naked ladies and get dressed, we've got a reservation to keep!"
"Oh please, like you're gonna be ready anytime within the next few decades." I shot back at her laughing at the ridiculousness of her think I'd make us late.
