Jennifer startled at the sound of her son's voice.
"Mom! Didn't you hear me?" He asked as he quickly crossed the room. "Wow! Where were you just now?"
Jennifer hopped to her feet as she felt her face redden. Turning away from her son, Blake, she moved toward the kitchen. Distracting him from asking any more questions was easy, she knew, as she asked, "Hungry? Would you like something to eat?"
As a typical teenage boy, of course, that little distraction worked just as she knew it would. Jennifer whipped up a snack for him, hoping he wouldn't ask her any more questions. Sure enough he began to talk about his plans for the weekend and soon they were chatting easily about the trip he was taking to a cabin.
Jennifer was genuinely excited for him. High School graduation had been the week before and a group of guys (at least that's what Blake kept insisting the group was made up of) were driving to a cabin for some fun. Yes, she was concerned but trusted her son enough to let him go. After a quick snack and a kiss on his mother's cheek, Blake went to his room to pack the rest of his gear.
Sitting at the counter, Jennifer's mind drifted back to the thoughts that had so distracted her. Blake was soon leaving, her daughter was already at music camp for the next couple of weeks and her husband was out of town for another four days. She had nothing but time to make things happen and again she blushed as she pondered her plans.
Five minutes later Jennifer was waving goodbye from the front stoop as her son and a few friends drove off. Shutting the front door firmly behind her, Jennifer climbed the stairs to the second floor. As she passed the open doors of her children's rooms, she felt slight pangs of guilt but resolved to put them aside. "I'm ready for this. I've been ready for a really long time. Nothing is going to stop me now!" She said with a resolve that she didn't quite feel.
Opening the door to her bedroom she quickly peeled her clothes off while crossing the thick carpet. Then, opening the door to her walk in closet, she sighed and smiled. Jennifer's closet was a dream come true for most women and more than a few men. All four walls were filled with well placed rods and drawers and various other organizers. It was professionally done and although Jennifer didn't know the exact figure, she knew her husband had spared no expense to please her.
The large room held hundreds of pairs of shoes and more clothes than any woman could possibly use. She never planned to collect so much but somehow she had. Of course in the middle of the room was the fixture that made the closet so appealing to her husband.
In the center of the walk-in was a stripper pole. It was also professionally installed soon after they moved in and absorbed an extra bedroom as her walk-in closet. Jennifer vividly remembered the day when the construction was finally finished and her husband led her, blindfolded, into her new space. Standing behind her, his hands had moved around her to take her hands and lead them to the pole. She knew what it was the instant she touched the metal and then smiled at the feel of his steel hard rod against her ass.
That night was memorable. In fact, it was the longest night of passion they had enjoyed in a number of years. Work, kids, moving and just life often got in the way of their erotic play but adding the "panty pole" as they called it, brought excitement back for them - at least for a while.
Unfortunately, it didn't last. Sure, they had sex, really good sex, quite often, but the busyness of life had a way of draining the passion and before long Jennifer was feeling invisible and lonely again.
