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Archive name: The Closet1.txt (mf,ff,inc,voy)
Authors name: JennTill1@Hotmail.com (JennTill)
Story title : The Closet Part 1


THE CLOSET (Part 1)
By JennTill

My wife seemed just a little too happy lately and although we
shared an "open" marriage, we still were married nearly 7 years
and the valley we were in didn't make ME that happy. This
prompted me to "keep an eye" on things a little better.

I decided the best way to do this would be to go to work like
normal (I kept my own hours and was an outside salesman) and
park down the street from my house.

Sure enough, around 2 in the afternoon, Gary, one of the
17-year-old neighbor "kids", went to the front door, knocked
and nervously looked around,  and my wife let him in.

It seemed like hours went by but it was only a little over an
hour and Gary came out with a too-big-grin and was whistling like
crazy as he bounded down the street away from the house a little
after 3.

That night, I came home like normal, and didn't say much like
normal.  I asked how my wife's day was and she ran down a list
of a typical day of routine comings and goings....but no mention
of Gary or his visit.

The next day, I did the same thing and waited most of the day.

This time Gary showed up with a buddy...James. Again, they went
into the house and stayed just a little longer than the previous
day.

This time when they came out, they were both jostling each other
and laughing as they rounded the block and were acting like a
couple of guys who just won a big horse race.

When I got home that night I decided to pry a little further with
my wife...

Nancy or Nan is in her early 30's, is rather tall and has kept
her very trim figure (since we haven't had kids yet).  Although
her long, thick hair piled high on her head is what they call
"strawberry blond", her pussy hair is neatly trimmed, wispy fine,
and orange red and has never failed to arouse me with just the
thought of it.

Her tits are high and firm but not excessively large...it's the
pink nipples that sets them apart from others.  In fact, Nan's
pink everything makes her unique to other women.  I think it has
to do with her fair skin coloring (with some light freckles
sprinkled here and there) and reddish body hair.  

She offered nothing more than a routine day in our dinnertime
discussions but that night, she claimed to be "exhausted" and
wasn't in the least bit interested in having sex.  

I tried to discreetly get a look at her crotch and it seemed more
pink than normal when she peed. I commented that it looked irritated,
and she further claimed that she may be coming down with a yeast
infection which added more to my inability to "interest" her.

I knew I would have to come up with a plan if I was going to get
to the "root" of what was going on and get some sex of my own again.

I decided to rig my video camera IN one of my living room speakers
and see if I could catch something on tape.  I made a lot of noise
with the stereo, swore at it out loud, and claimed it was on the
fritz.

The next day I went to work as usual and had to play catch up from
all the time I had taken off to spy.

That night, I told my wife that I was working on the stereo and
took the speakers (the one with the mounted camera) out to my
workroom to see what it may have captured.

NOTHING

There was nothing unusual unless it happened after the tape finished
which could have been since it would have ended 6 hours later.  I
managed to catch her walking back and forth through the living room
a few times and the high point was her vacuuming. I realized that it
was close to the floor and I had to "pan" it up higher so I aimed it
toward the couch.

It was set up again for the next day. This time I set the timer to
come on at noon. I could hardly wait to check out my "spy tape".

For the majority of the tape there was, once again, nothing.  Just
the routine of the day and, at one point, the cable guy came over
to switch out our cable box and I laughed to myself as the camera
caught the crack of his butt while he was bent over installing a
plug and an FM cable.

Just when I thought I had nothing, I fast forwarded and picked up
what looked to be Gary with a young girl friend coming in the room
and sitting with Nan in conversation.

Most of what I got was just the sound of conversation and Gary
seated across from the girls on the couch. I felt lucky to get that.

"So who's your young friend, Gary?" I could hear Nan's voice but
not see her.

"Oh...Mrs. M this is Heather.  She's been having a lot of problems
at home lately with her Mom and she really needed someone to talk
to. I knew you could help her."

Most of the conversation was real boring with this "Heather"
complaining about her school, her brother Jimmy, her part-time job,
her mother ignoring her, her mother's boyfriends, etc.

As I was about to wrap it up, I heard Nan's voice on the tape ask,
"What did he do to you?"  This question piqued my interest.

Heather was telling my wife about how one of her mother's boy-
friends had come into her room and fondled her during the night
as she slept in her own bed. Ordinarily I would have offered to
have this guy arrested but it was the "way" Heather was telling
the story.  It was VERY erotic and like she WANTED him.  I guess
this guy was a lot younger than her mom (who wasn't very old
since she got pregnant with Heather when she was 14).

Heather, too, was 17 and complained that her 32 year old mother
didn't understand her. I furthered gathered that Heather's Mom
wasn't serious about any particular guy, had never married...not
even Heather's father and was probably a "player".

My wife was an excellent listener and I could tell, was getting
as aroused as I was as she prodded the girl with question after
question and wanting to hear more of the details.  The "heat" of
the conversation was definitely turning up and my wife had her
hand on the knob.

"Then what did he do....?"

I had wished I had some sort of Joystick so I could have mani-
pulated the camera to see better but right now the only "joystick"
was my hardening cock.

I rewound the tape back to where the two had come into the living
room and viewed it frame by frame so I could get a better look at
Heather. I couldn't really see her head or face but she was wearing
tight short shorts and her blouse failed to hide a set of big
knockers like I hadn't seen on any 17 year old! If she was as cute
as her voice and body it's no wonder guys were making plays and mom
wanted her to go away...

I fast forwarded back to where the camera was panned on a fidgety
Gary and picked up Heather's "story". Gary was now getting interested
too as I saw him "casually" adjust his cock in his jeans on at
least 2 or 3 occasions over the more than 1/2 hour Heather took to
describe what "Bill" had done with her.

Heather said she swore she wouldn't tell a soul if Bill would make
her cum. As she had told the story:  Bill "caught" her in a sound
sleep while she was having a very erotic dream.  He had reached
under her covers and slowly fondled and maniputated her to the
point where she was about to cum in her dream.  She had said she
was dreaming of, get this...a GIRLFRIEND because the touches were
so feathery light!

When she awoke to Bill, he smiled in the moonlit darkness and asked
if he should stop.  She begged him to continue and confessed that
she had had fantasies about him. This dated back to when they had
gone to the lake and she had seen his big bulge in his Hobie shorts.

When Nan asked where her mother was during this, Heather said that
Bill had gotten her mom so wasted that she had passed out. Even from
her room, she said they could hear her mom's snores.

The conversation continued to heat up pretty good and I could tell
that Gary and my wife were not unused to sharing "intimate" con-
versation.  I wondered what else they had shared.

Gary was now rubbing his cock through his jeans blatantly as Heather
went into more detail of how Bill caressed her titties, explored her
drenched pussy, and finally how she begged him to show her his dick.
The "story" as told by Heather,  took over half an hour and Gary and
my cock were rock hard and ready to burst when she described finally
getting fucked by Bill and all her many thrills and feelings.

From the sound of Nan's questions I knew she was probably wet from
the juicy story too.

Gary discreetly unzipped himself and indiscreetly pulled out his
rock hard cock right there on my video in my couch and livingroom!

"Sorry Mrs. M....I....I....just can't help it!"

Maybe I didn't have the ability to "zoom" the camera but from its
placement low in the speaker, Gary's cock looked like one of the
World Trade Towers. It was standing straight out of his jeans as
he was leaned back on the couch with legs straight out and his hand
furiously pulling on it as Heather continued her little hot saga.

I guess Nan had seen his dick before as I didn't hear her intervene
or act shocked in any way.

I was stroking my own hard dick as I was transfixed on the kid's
rock hard rod and his stroking the entire length of it.  It was big,
but it also had a head on it that seemed the size of a large plum
and nearly as purple.  The veins stood out and when he pulled his
balls out from underneath to free them, they were the size of grade
AA eggs in a sac!

It didn't take long for the kid (or ME) to start spurting juice.
I saw white streams of jism shoot out of the tip of that purple
cockhead and heard him "aaaaaaarrrrrrrgggghhhh!!!!" as he came.
When I saw this, I managed to spray the front of my workbench with
a load of cum that had built up over weeks. I matched Gary stroke
for stroke and squirt for squirt!

Gary was given a towel by my wife and I saw her pull him up off the
couch and, to my dismay, leave the living room (with Heather I
presume). I was shaking from the excitement of the video.  It left
just enough to the imagination that I knew I had to SEE more...but
how?

We have a rather large weight and "rumpus" room with it's own
entrance around back. It was in this room while I was working out
over the weekend that I came up with my plan.

I noticed that the couch and workout bench both appeared to have
whiteish stains which led me to believe this might be where any
funny stuff may be occurring.  Nan and I hadn't fucked in the weight
room in over 2 years.  I lowered my head down and sniffed the spot
on the couch.  Without a doubt, that was the smell of dried sex
juices... and they weren't all that old! I would have certainly
noticed them during last weekends workout.

As I started my routine I looked around the room with a spy's eyes.
I knew that it would be impossible to place the camera discreetly.
I was looking in the full-length closet door mirrors at my 30ish,
tan, and bulked body semi hard dick as I labored at lifting each
barbell in reps.

I noticed behind me the sliding glass doors, the long louvered
windows, then the smaller door that originally accessed the garage.
We had long removed the dividing wall to make this one huge room
complete with Lifestylers, full weight set up, Nordic trac, etc.
No....looking through the windows wouldn't do...they would probably
close the louvers for privacy and that would be that.

THE CLOSET!

It came to me that the closet was nearly void of anything other
than a few stored boxes up above.  I could maybe "hide" in there
and wait for the action to happen. There were 3 sliding mirrored
doors and where they joined, we had strategically placed tall,
fake palm trees.

I went inside and peered out through the crack to see if I could
see the whole room...especially the couch. I then slipped out the
other sliding door to see how it looked from their vantage. PERFECT!
I could quietly slide open the door after they arrived and maybe
even video tape them!

I made sure I used plenty of the silicone spray we kept around for
the weights to well lubricate all the doors.  I didn't want any
squeaks or noise to give me away.


The next day, Sunday, Nan told me the story of a neighbor girl who
had come over to talk with her confidentially.  Finally! She told
me that the girl wanted to come back over tomorrow and said that she
had sounded very distressed when she had called. Nan asked me if I
minded if she could have the girl over tomorrow and would I be sure
and call before coming home so I wouldn't interrupt (what could be)
a tense situation.

Yeah...."tense" alright!

"Well, sure honey...you aren't getting yourself in the "middle" of
anything are you?"

"I don't think so...I just think she needs someone to confide in
and who will listen to her."

I called from work just before lunch to check on Nan and her friend.
She said that the girl had called from school and would be leaving
soon and be over.  She reminded me to call before barging in on them.


I tore out of work and headed for the street one over from mine.  I
parked and smiled to myself as I remembered having left the video
camera with 2 back up batteries in the closet.  I even remembered to
hide some lubicating jelly for me just in case.

My plan was working fine as I slipped in through the back of the
house with no noise and saw Nan at the kitchen sink with no clue of
my presence. When I went in the back door to the weight room I
noticed that Nan had dressed it up a little with fresh flowers and
some room freshener possibly anticipating something. This fit right
in with the plan. I had hoped she didn't go into the closet as I
quietly slipped inside and slid the door closed!

I pulled out my pen light and quietly "went to work".  The camera
was set up on a tripod in one end of the closet overlooking the
couch while I went to the other end to listen for the door bell. 
Moments later, I heard the doorbell and Nan inviting Heather in
and getting them both something to drink. The hall door was cracked
so I could hear them clearly.

"Let's go in our back room where it's cooler Heather....." Nan
offered. As they were coming down the hall I doubled-checked every-
thing. PERFECT! I could hear Heather going on again about her mother
and brother, etc.

I wasn't prepared for the sight I would see as they entered the room
and sat on the couch across from me.  Heather was absolutely
exquisite! She was dressed in a tight, short skirt and top that
clung to her young melons. The video camera had failed to pick up
her stunning beauty before and I turned it on to make sure it had a
second opportunity. Heather was noticing herself in the mirrored
closet doors which freaked me out. I thought she was looking directly
at me hidden inside!

"She just doesn't see me as a woman Mrs. M..." she rambled on.

"Call me Nancy." Nan looked back at her incredulously no doubt as
stunned as me by her looks.

"Okay then.....ah, Nancy....I don't understand why she thinks that
she can sleep with whoever she wants but I can't. I mean isn't this
the body of a woman?" She struck a pose and again looked my way at
the mirrors.  Now both of them were looking directly my way and I
thought I was busted for sure.

No answer was necessary. The question was moot.  The image in the
mirror was definitely a woman already and I'm certain from Nan's
expression, she was well aware of that fact too.

I watched them as they curled up on the couch with chips, salsa,
and beers. I was surprised to see my wife in the "spirit" of things
so early in the day but seeing Heather, I could understand. My wife
had had a few bi-sexual experiences and was knowledgeable when Heather
told her of her recurring girl/girl dreams.  Nan was sitting with
her knee up and was wearing this terrycloth pullover thingamajig.
I really don't know what the ladies call it but it's held up by the
breasts and that's about it. She liked to wear it after a shower.
Nan had it rucked up around her thighs and when she raised her
right knee up, I'm sure Heather could get an eyeful of whatever
Nan had on underneath.  When she adjusted her sitting position as
she was listening to Heather and again faced me, I saw that Nan
had nothing on underneath!  I should have known as her nipples were
poking against the material on top and she generally liked to wear
this when she was feeling very casual, a little sassy, and very sexy.

"So have you ever been with another female Mrs. M...I mean Nancy?"

"That depends on what you mean?"

"Well...ah, you know?....have you ever....ah...?"

Now it was Nan's turn to share her experience with Heather. I watched
as Nan started relating her college experiences and a noticeable
change took place with Heather. She hung on Nan's every word, played
with her own hair...and squirmed around restlessly on the couch.

As she reached for her 3rd beer she moved in closer as did Nan.
I was starting to get hard in my dark space in the closet.  I had
to be careful to be quiet or I could really blow everything.  Still,
I couldn't help but reach in my zipper and stroke my hardening cock
as Nan got particulary hushed and detailed about a girlfriend who
had seduced her in their dorm room one drunken night.  I don't know
how she suddenly remembered all these tiny details when she told me
she was too plastered to remember hardly any of it!

".....and she was built kind of like you Heather. I was totally
turned on by her body."  

"Oh..!" I don't think Heather expected this.

"She had long blond hair like you..." Nan reached out and ran her
fingers through Heather's tresses and ended up caressing the girl's
face lightly.

"And she certainly wasn't as pretty as you....."

"And her breasts weren't quite as large as yours I don't think.....
more like the size of mine."  Nan cupped one of her own breasts as
if to demonstrate the size.

"Have you wondered about being with another female?" Nan asked rather
innocently as her hand lingered on her own breast and squeezed it
slightly.

"Oh yes....I have even wondered what....what you look like......".
Nan lowered her top to reveal her perky perfect cones to the girl
and said, "wonder no more, Heather, but I don't think I am as big
as you."

"These big ol' things, Heather looked down at her own. "Sometimes
they get me in more trouble!" "But yours, you have such pink nipples
for an....an ..."

"Older lady?" Nan finished for her. "I'm not that Old!" 

Heather was in the process of staring at my wife's tits...she was
almost transfixed with them. "And I've never seen breasts...stand
up like that."

"Are they hard?"

In answer Nan took Heather's hand and placed it on her breast. I
could tell that both women nearly swooned with the contact. I had
put some lube gel on my hand and was quietly pumping my Johnson.

"They're so SOFT!" Nan had dropped her hand to Heather's leg but
continued to move in towards Heather so she wouldn't let go of the
breast she held.

"MMmmm..... your fingers are very feminine Heather....they feel
nice on me." Nan started to rub gentle circles on Heather's bare
and tanned thigh. Heather's knees were facing the mirror and I
could swear I could make out her white pantied pussy.

Both women stared at one another and then moved in tentatively for
a first kiss.  As Nan did so, she moved her hand up farther on
Heather's thigh. Heather responded by slightly opening her legs
revealing more to the mirrored doors and me. I thought my dick
would explode and I moved over to adjust the camera to make sure
it was getting everything.

"That was different..." Heather responded in a more husky voice
than before the kiss.

"MMmmm"...now her head went back as Nan had apparently made slight
contact with the girls panty clad clit. Heather reached up with one
hand to Nan's other breast and with her right hand began to move
between my wife's thighs. Nan responded by kissing Heather on her
neck and behind her ear eliciting another deep moan from the girl.

"Please.....I want to see you....ALL of you..." Nan was suddenly
lifting the girl off the couch and helping her undress.

When Heather's short, black, skirt dropped to the floor I could
feel the cum boiling in my balls and raring to shoot out. Nan
dropped her own dress and then lifted the blouse off Heather
leaving her in high cut white panties and matching bra.  The bra
was much bigger than the panties!

As Heather turned to allow Nan access to her bra clasps, I could
see the wet spot on the front of the girls panties.  When her bra
dropped to floor, I shot a load across the floor of the closet and
came with a force I hadn't felt in a long, long time.  It was all
I could do to keep from falling down or banging against the closet
door as Heather's canteloupe-sized breasts were bared to Nan and
me.  They were globes!  Firm and round.

Nan ran her hands over them in admiration and Heather shivered from
the touch of my wife's fingers as they grazed over each of her
hardening nipples. She was stroking them in a way that coaxed the
nipples to full erection whether Heather wanted them hard or not.
Another full on the mouth kiss from Nan sealed Heather's fate as I
saw her knees start to buckle from the excitement of it all.  (My
own knees were shaking uncontrollably between the aftermath of the
climax and the seduction that was taking place before me.) Nan
finished the kiss and began to work her way down the girl's long
frame.

She stopped at her neck then on down to each full breast to lave
and tongue them. She listened as the girl moaned loudly and nibbled
here and there all over those firm globes and nipples.

Now Nan moved lower to Heather's hard, flat belly stopping to insert
her tongue into her belly button as a prelude of what was to come...
when she would move lower.

Heather squirmed and began a slight thrusting motion as Nan rotated
her head and tongue around and inside the girl's belly button.  She
then moved lower and I could tell she was breathing in the aroma and
scent of the girl's moistened pussy on the fabric of her panties.  I
was wishing they would turn sideways so I could get a better look of
what my wife was actually doing but from Heather's expressions, it
was getting the job done.

Heather was running her hands through my wife's hair and trying to
guide her to her hot box but Nan was in control.  She spun the girl
around and rubbed her back and backside with her hands, lips, and
face.  She was truly enjoying the smell of youth and I was envying
her every move.  My cock never really went down and I began to stroke
it again to full erection. They were only a few feet from me and they
both stole glances at themselves in the mirrored doors which was like
a personal show for me.

Nan reached up to the sides of Heather's hips and with one fluid
motion tugged her panties down.  The girl's ass was high and round
like her tits. Globes of firmness with Nan burying her face once more
in appreciation.   Heather reached behind her and was, once again,
trying to move Nan's head in place around front.

This time she only turned half way around and I could see Heather's
full pubis from the side as it protruded out lewdly from the base of
her flat stomach.  She had a fine line of moistened blond hairs that
were more like fur than curly pussy hair.  It was so light that had
she not been turned sideways, it would have looked like she barely
had any hair at all.

Nan's hand ran up the girl's flat tummy as she licked and kissed her
thighs moving around her.  All Heather could do was try to manipulate
Nan's mouth to her wet pussy and moan in frustration. Nan lifted the
girl's foot and placed it up on the bench press bench so she could
"examine" the girls pink pussy up close.  As much as Heather needed
relief, Nan wasn't going to give it to her just yet.  She wanted to
see this sweetie's goodies and savor them. 

I took the moment to go to the camera and operate the zoom lens.  The
placement was a stroke of genius as Heather's pink pussy lips covered
with wispy, fine, blond hairs clearly filled up the entire frame. Nan
was lightly placing her fingers on the girls mound and tantalized her
pussy lips with little tickles, pokes, and prods all around her femi-
ninity.  Heather saw Nan smell, then lick her coated fingers like she
was sucking a small cock. Heather moaned again and this time Nan
matched her moaning with a sigh of her own from the taste of her
pussy's honey.

It was more than either of them could take.  Nan buried her tongue in
the girls pussy and licked her furrow like it was a Ben & Jerry's cone
about to melt.  

Heather and I shuddered out in climax in unison as the camera caught
my wife sucking and stroking on Heather's clit resembling a small penis.
I truly thought the floor had fallen out from all of us and this time,
I HAD to sit down in the closet or fall down while my dick squirted
more spunk against the back of the other closet door!

As Heather shook violently from her massive climax, she pressed Nan's
head into her like Nan was going to leave her hanging.  She screamed
out in joy as another wave passed over her causing her to fall back on
the couch and pulling Nan with her.

The third and final wave struck her moments later and caused her to
pull away from Nan's sucking mouth like she had received a jolt of
electricity.  I think both Nan and I had the same thought:  the girl
shook violently then seemed to pass out from sheer joy! 

Her heaving huge breasts and sighs gave way to voice, "My GAWD....I
have NEVER CUM LIKE THAT!"  I couldn't see Nan's cum-smeared face but
I'm sure she had a huge grin of satisfaction on it from giving this
girl her first multiple releases.

Nan fell back on the other side of the couch in the opposite direction
of Heather and the two girls lay back panting in ecstacy and exhaustion.  
Nan had insinuated her own fingers in the crevice of her pussy and was
trying to quell some her own tingling sensations going on down there.

Heather watched in fascination through slitted eyes and then couldn't
resist. She got up and layed her huge tits on each knee of Nan and
proceeded to partake of her first taste of my wife's red pussy.  Nan
sighed loudly with Heather licking in like she had previous pussy
licking experience.  There was no hesitation from Heather and I could
tell she was thoroughly enjoying the scent and taste of my wife's pussy
(as I had many, many times).

This was too much for me and I finally had to try to be a cameraman
rather than touch my now aching, too-sensitive cock that felt on fire
from stroking and shooting.

Heather settled into a rhythm that Nan approved of by her steady
breathing and sighing. This "assisted" Heather in knowing what to do
since Nan additionally egged her on by saying.."there...like that
....oh, gawd...oh....there..just like that...ngnngh...."

Nan's build up was short.  She shuddered out a climax and wrapped her
long legs around Heather's head to hold her at her pulsing mound.  I
never recalled her cumming that quickly for me while I ate her! 

Heather took an earlier cue from Nan and slowed way down but did not
let up urging Nan to cum again.  She usually made me stop from being
too sensitive but here she was, minutes later, pulling this girl's
mouth into her and literally fucking her face.  

"Ugnh...ungh.....ungh!...ungh!...." She raised up her pussy with
Heather clinging on to her butt for handles and yelled out an "OOOOHHH!"
as she endured her second and more powerful climax.

Heather "rode" with her all the way and made sure she completed her
cumming. Now Nan was too sensitive and let Heather know how terrific
she was by hugging her closely to her in appreciation and gratitude.
"OH, YOU WERE WONDERFUL!"

"No...YOU Were wonderful!"  They both had the time of their lives and
although I was envious of not being able to add to the scene and badly
wanted to fuck the teenager, I was content that I had captured it all
on video for "future reference".

Soon thereafter, the girls chatted a little about the experience and
then Nan, noticing the clock, said I was due home soon and she had to
get supper going. If only she had known I was already home and hadn't
missed a thing.

"Oh Nancy....I just don't know how I can thank you for being such a
good friend and one I can talk to".  "I wish you could talk to Jimmy,
my 15 yr. old brother and help him. He really needs someone to talk
to. He's acting out and everything."

"I don't see why not but call me and we'll see what we can do okay?"

The time! It was almost time for me to get off work! Fortunately for
me Nan hurried Heather out of the house but chatted on the front porch
long enough for me to "organize" things in the closet. I was able to
slip out the side door and call home from the office. There was no
indication from Nan that she had just had a hot, sexual tryst.

Her "act" was of more concern for this "troubled" teenager who also
had a brother who had problems too. She told me at dinner that Heather
was so happy with her "counseling" that she was going to have Nan
"counsel" Jimmy.

"Oh, and thanks for being such a dear and not barging in on us.....
things got pretty heated at times and Heather is real emotional right
now..."

Continues in Part 2...