Elaine stood naked in the walk-in closet. A mirror hung on the wall, showing her perky breasts.
Oh, how all the boys used to fawn over them! She had never had any work done on them, but most would assume she had given their size. Even as she spun around a little, admiring herself, they jiggled and bounced.
She remembered her 'promiscous' phase in high school. Every weekend, a new boy. Or two. Or three. Sometimes at once.
Now she was mature, and she was proud of it. She took care of her skin but slight wrinkles added texture to her breasts. Most would feel self conscious about them, but she didn't. Again, she was proud.
A knock at the closet door. Her husband, Mike, walked in. He dressed in his typical work attire: a bland blue-ish work shirt, dark blue tie, black dress pants.
He hugged her tight from behind, his hands hovered over her, not embracing her body fully.
*Are you kidding me?* Elaine thought, *my giant tits are out here in the open and you aren't going to touch them? Not even look at them?*
Mike was like that. When she met him, she wanted to settle down. She thought finding a nice husband and starting a family would make her less of a whore. She was wrong.
"I'm really sorry about that work thing," Mike finally said, breaking the silence.
"It's alright." Elaine lied.
"I tried to convince them to let you come, but it's 'strictly for the office' "
She thought about Mike's coworker, Sammy. She was a petite blonde, perky tits like Elaine's. She could tell Sammy had a thing for Mike. It's something about married men that drives blondes crazy.
She frequently thought of Sammy, trying to make herself jealous. It never worked. Mike wasn't the type to cheat. She should feel good about that, but she didn't.
Mike didn't cheat, not because he was loyal, but because he didn't have a sexual bone in his body! She sometimes wished he *would* cheat, showing that at least he was capable of enjoying sex.
"I should get ready," Elaine said, "and you should leave for your work trip."
***
"I think I'm going to clean the house," James, Elaine and Mike's son, had said. He was a good kid; varsity soccer, but he wasn't a jock. He had lots of friends, little enemies. He was lean and fit, he's started cleaning hours ago and hadn't stopped.
First, his room; then, the kitchen; then... the basement?
Anxiety spiked in Elaine as she realize where James was. Had she forgotten to hide the key? She rushed down the steps, pushing the door open as she entered.
There, James stood to an open storage closet, key in one hand, ballgag in the other. She *had* left the key out. In the closet, several of her 'toys' were kept.
He had opened a cabinet, revealing several dildos. One she particularly liked, a large black one which could be loaded with fake cum, stood out from the drawer.
On the racks, several leather spandex leggings and suits hung. Blindfolds, hoods, and gags could been seen. Her favorite Shibari ropes hung next to her suits.
"What are you doing!" Elaine demanded.
"I was cleaning and found this key," James said, turning to his mother, "does Dad know about this?"
"No, he doesn't. And I plan on keeping it that way."
"So if Dad doesn't know about this," James' eyes narrowed on Elaine, "then who are you using these with?"
