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She Wore A Mask
A wife’s attempt to find out what her husband is up to. Many thanks to Todger65 for editing.
It is important to understand that I knew what my husband Ron was up to. At least, I thought I did. He hadn’t touched me in months. The change in our sex life coincided with an abrupt increase in business meetings that ran late into the evening and into the weekends. I’m not stupid. Two and two always equals four. In this case, no sex with me combined with late night meetings equaled an affair. I was absolutely sure of it.
He was very discreet about it. I never smelled perfume on his clothes or found sex stains on his underwear when I did the laundry. He didn’t play with his phone what little time that he was home, and we didn’t receive strange calls on our home phone. Nevertheless, I knew it had to be another woman. I wanted to believe otherwise, but my heart knew better.
The problem was getting to the bottom of it. I decided that the direct approach was the best approach. During our marriage I have learned that keeping stuff inside until it boils over, just makes things worse. I needed to talk to my husband and hear what he had to say. My hole card, as it were, is the fact that I can always tell when he is lying.
It comes down to the fundamentals. First, my husband hates liars with a passion. He passionately believes that you can’t solve a problem with lies and it is a betrayal of trust to lie to a loved one. The exception is in the rare instance that a lie is a little one intended to lead to a happy situation. He has lied to me about birthday gifts, Christmas gifts, and an island vacation to enhance the fun of the surprise. I have known every time that he did. His face gives him away every time.
And no, his lack interest is not because I’m the problem. First, we had a great sex life until his recent total loss of interest. Second, I am an attractive woman. I know, because I have fended off a lot of advances in my life from horny men, and quite a few women. I have a slim figure, but I do have hips. My butt is nicely rounded because I work hard to keep it that way. I stand 5′ 7″, have 38 C tits that tilt up nicely on their own thank you, and I am very fit. My hair is brown, my eyes are brown, and I am told that my face is beautiful.
So, what happened? I’m all ears if anyone has a better answer. Until then I must go with the odds, and the odds are he’s cheating. The idea that he would break his trust with me hurts me deeply. It also makes me mad as hell! I keep telling myself I need to find out the facts, put on my big girl pants, and deal maturely with the consequences. The odds are that if I find out my suspicions are true I will, one, fall apart, and two, want to kill the mother fucker.
So, what happens if he lies? What do I do to force the truth out of him? I need to do some work up front before I confront (I’m a poet in another life). Anyway, outside of hiring a private detective, how do I get some facts to work with? One obvious way was to get access to his work laptop. Thankfully, I am a bit of a computer nerd. I know if I can get time with his computer, I will be able to read it like a book. His password will most likely be my birthday or something like that. If not, I’m screwed. Contrary to what popular movies would have you believe, you don’t’ bang away at someone’s computer for ten seconds and take control of everything. If his company has draconian security measures I will be out of luck.
The other issue is access to his computer. He brings it home every night and leaves it in the bedroom we converted to an office. The access to the room is easy. The hard part is that he is an organizational savant. Everything has a place and is always perfectly placed in that place. He would notice the slightest disturbance of his stuff. My response to that was the camera on my phone.
I guess I should give credit to my love of spy novels for the phone inspiration. As is normal these days, Ron went to bed as soon as he got home. Once I knew he was out for the night I went to the library. I started taking pictures before I entered the room, taking extra care to document his laptop bag. I took a picture before I moved each item in that room. I laid craft paper on the desk so I wouldn’t leave fingerprints on the glass top. It also helped me keep track of each thing I pulled from his bag. I laid his laptop on the craft paper and opened it.
I powered it up and took a picture of the battery level first thing and plugged it in to preserve the battery. His password was the date of our marriage and my first name. It only took me an hour to figure that one out. My hope was that anything incriminating would be within my capabilities to find. If he were ultra-paranoid, he could encrypt a drive or any number of things that would keep me out. Luckily, he isn’t that devious.
After a quick search of his files to see if anything jumped out at me, I moved to his email. It didn’t take long to find a folder called escort izmir ‘Co Club’. I spent the next two hours reading the emails it contained. I copied that folder and his email onto a thumb drive, put the computer back the way I found it (thanks to the pictures I had taken) and went to bed. I needed to digest what I had found before I did anything else.
It took me a few days of reading and correlating the information I gleaned from Ron’s computer before I fully understood what was going on. Ron works for a large company that is top heavy with executives. Said executives like their perks, one of which is sex. The company had formed a sex club for the use of executives, and it wasn’t limited to the heterosexual males. My husband was part of the managing group for the club and that meant he had to spend a lot of evenings there.
Now I knew where he was spending his evenings. The open issue was to what extent he was enjoying the club benefits. I needed to find out for myself exactly what he was doing at the club and the only way to do that was to go there. I couldn’t just walk in like I owned the place. He would certainly see me and would intercept me before I found out anything. Luckily, the house rules helped me out with my problem.
Many of the executives chose to wear masks to hide their identity while in the club. A high-level woman executive didn’t want the hired help telling all and sundry that she had a night of wild sex with said executive. None of the executives wanted to be exposed and they certainly didn’t want to lose their playground. Privacy rules for the club were strictly enforced and none of the executives wanted to lose their privileges.
Luckily, I had a copy of the rules and the access codes for the doors. I decided that I might as well seize the moment and set out that evening to explore the club. To say I was nervous would be a gross understatement. The rules for entry were clear and intimidating. The entry door fed into a hallway with changing rooms. The door wouldn’t open until the hallway was empty. Once the entry door opened you went to a room with an open door. The first thing you were required to do was to enter a code in the door lock which made the room accessible only to you.
Once your code was set it was time for the nerve-wracking part. The only clothing allowed was the mask. I wasn’t looking forward to walking around naked at first. But as I began removing my clothes, I began to get excited. The idea of walking around naked, unidentifiable, in front of a room full of strangers aroused me. The fact that I was going through a long dry spell regarding sex made me that much hornier.
Next came mask selection. The masks were color coded based on the kind of sex a person wanted. Your mask indicated your interest whether it be straight sex, same sex, group, S&M, and voyeur. I selected what I thought was the voyeur mask and went about the process of putting it on.
The mask was more of a hood than anything else. You could put your hair up inside it or open an access hole in the back and pull your hair through it. The hood came down over the eyes leaving from the nose down exposed. The eyeholes were just large enough to expose the eyes, leaving the eyebrows hidden. Imagine Batman except the mask was silk and much more colorful. The result was effective at hiding one’s identity while allowing unhindered access to the mouth. I chose to keep my hair hidden to make identifying me more difficult.
I was a nervous wreck when I stepped into the hall and closed my dressing room door. I walked to the end of the hall and punched in the access code. The sound of the door unlocking startled me, and I jumped. Steeling myself, I pulled the door open and entered the main room. I was surprised, and relieved, to find the room fairly crowded. There must have been thirty people in the room and that helped me blend in. I can’t imagine what I would have done if there were only a few people in the room.
There were a lot of very pretty people in the room. I wandered over to the bar and ordered a glass of wine. I stood at the bar and scanned the room looking for my husband. I didn’t see him and assumed he was in one of the private rooms with someone. My palms were sweating as I speculated on what he was doing and who he might be doing it with. I had just decided to get started as a voyeur when a beautiful young woman approached me. Her blonde hair and blue eyes glimmered as she smiled up at me. I could not help but smile back.
She leaned up and kissed me lightly on the lips. I was so taken with her that I didn’t flinch at the liberty she took. She grasped my hand and I followed her across the main room. I couldn’t help but notice how amazing her body was. I decided that if I ever wanted to be with a woman, she would be my first choice. I had never done such a thing and wasn’t really interested in starting now but she did provide additional camouflage, so I followed her readily.
I had resolved not to izmir escort bayan talk while I was in the club. I was concerned that Ron might hear my voice and recognize me. It didn’t seem to be an issue for the blonde minx walking me across the room. Hopefully, she wanted to guide me on my voyeur mission. She would certainly by helpful in my exploration. She guided me into a hallway that led to the private rooms. Some rooms had windows that us voyeurs could use to watch ongoing activities. Others were completely private.
She led me to a windowless room and turned the doorknob. The door opened and she led me into the room, closing the door behind us. I was stunned at what I saw. On the king size bed in front of me was a masked woman and three men. The men were kissing and caressing her face and body. I bit my lip as I watched them bring her to higher and higher states of arousal. It was obvious that she was enjoying the experience immensely and I decided I was a bit jealous of the attention she was getting.
One of the men was kissing her lips and trailing kisses to her ear and down her neck. Another was kissing her breasts and nibbling on her nipples. The third was kissing his way up her thighs on his way to her crotch. I was tingling all over as I watched them. My little blonde beauty stood behind me. I got goosebumps when she molded her body against my back. She lightly caressed my arms while we watched the scene in front of us.
I will admit that in that moment I forgot about finding Ron. I was imagining myself on the bed being serviced by three handsome hunks. My little blonde’s hands were moving from my arms to my body, and I found myself enjoying her caresses. As I watched, the man kissing the woman’s thighs had finally reached her labia and he began to eat her pussy. He must have been good because her reaction was to lift her hips to meet his mouth. Her hand held the back of his head tight against her.
The one kissing her mouth moved up the bed and presented a nicely shaped and very hard cock for her to suck. She didn’t hesitate and took him into her mouth. I could see her tongue working as her cheeks sucked in. I wanted some of that badly. It didn’t help that my little blonde was now squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples. It never occurred to me to stop her. I was too wrapped up in the scene in front of me. In that moment I wanted desperately to take the place of the woman on that bed.
She writhed as the man eating her made her orgasm. She pulled his hair as a signal that she wanted more than his tongue. He did not keep her waiting. He moved up the bed and I saw his erect cock for the first time. He was extremely well hung, and I watched as he slowly penetrated her. At this point my blonde was running her fingers between my labia. If she hadn’t, I would have. I was beyond thinking about anything but sex at this point. I was so aroused that all I wanted was to orgasm. I watched him slowly feed that massive cock into her as she sucked on another cock, and it was all too much.
My blonde came around in front of me and promptly buried two fingers in my pussy. Her other hand began rubbing my clit. Her mouth met mine and I groaned into her mouth. Her lips were soft, and her tongue was insistent. The orgasm that stunned me was amazing and my legs could no longer hold me up. My blonde steered me to the bed, and I collapsed onto it. She climbed on top of me and kissed me deeply. All the sudden being with a woman was something I very much wanted!
She moved down my body and shoved my legs into the air before burying her face in my pussy. Her cute little tongue went to work moving me rapidly toward another orgasm. Out of the corner of my eye I saw one of the men approaching me. His erect cock was aimed at my mouth, and I did not hesitate to open and take him in. My hand wrapped around the hard shaft. The silky hardness felt wonderful in my mouth, and I sucked him greedily as my hand pumped. I wanted his cum in my mouth more than anything in the world in that moment.
My wonderful little blonde was damned good at eating pussy. She took me to the edge and over. My groans as I began to cum must have been just what my man needed. His cock swelled in my mouth and began to shoot wonderful cum down my throat. I sucked him greedily as I writhed on the bed. I don’t know that I have ever cum so hard in my life.
He finally pulled his spent cock from my mouth. Either he is a unique man or there is something in the water. Either way his cock was still rock hard. I stared at it wantonly, but my blonde saved me by climbing onto the bed and kissing me deeply. She was such a beautiful little vixen, and I couldn’t get enough of her. She smiled down at me as she moved up the bed and straddled my face. Her hand rested on my head, and she used it to pull my mouth to her young pussy. I didn’t hesitate. She had brought me joy and I was determined to return the favor.
I licked tentatively at first but soon fell into a rhythm that izmir escortlar seemed to work for her. She started grinding her pussy on my mouth and I soon had her moaning in ecstasy. Her wiggling became erratic, and her thighs squeezed my head as she orgasmed. My face was covered in her juices, and I didn’t mind a bit. I liked her taste. Hell, I liked her. A lot.
She moved off my face shortly after she orgasmed. She climbed off the bed and pulled me to my feet. Her lips met mine in a passionate kiss that seemed to go on forever. Not a word had been spoken between us, yet we had established a connection beyond words. She walked to the door and looked back at me. She smiled sweetly and walked out the door. I followed shortly afterward and slowly made my way back to the main room. I still did not spot my husband, so I decided it was time to go. I headed back to my dressing room, showered, dressed, and made my way home.
I will admit that things got a bit out of hand at the club. I will also admit I loved every second of it and wanted desperately to be with the blonde girl again. Still, my main purpose was to find out what my husband was up to at the club. A week went by with Ron still working nights. Nothing had changed between us, and it was time to go back to the club and get to the bottom of things.
I was in the dressing room naked and preparing to select a mask when I heard my husband’s voice in the hall. I admit to the fact that I panicked. I grabbed a mask and hurriedly put it on. When I stepped into the hall, he was standing near the entry door fully dressed talking to a member of the staff. I hurried to the door to the main room and passed through as quickly as possible. I headed to the bar so I could watch for him and ordered a glass of wine. To be honest, I was also looking for the little blonde. I wasn’t sure of the two people which I wanted to see more.
I was watching the door when I felt a hand on my arm. I looked down at the hand, then at the face of my little blonde. She smiled up at me and I pulled her close and kissed her deeply. She is so sweet, so beautiful, and so damn sexy that I cannot resist her. Hell, I didn’t want to resist her. She stood close to me as I finished my wine. Ron had still not come through the door by the time I set my empty glass down. My little blonde grasped my hand and led me through the crowd.
We went down the hall of rooms and again she opened a door. This room had a window for viewing but at that point I no longer cared. I wanted her badly and I didn’t care who watched. The idea that someone would be watching frankly made the tryst that much more exciting. We tumbled onto the bed and into each other’s arms.
Her soft lips and insistent tongue were setting me on fire. I could not get enough of her feminine sexuality. I didn’t know if I was just a client she was servicing or if she felt something more. I know that she was more than just a sex object to me. I felt a closeness to her that defied the short time we had been together. I didn’t even know her name and had never heard her voice, but I knew I was falling for her in a way that I had never felt with a man. I still loved my husband, despite his conduct. This thing, whatever it was, with my blonde girl was unique and totally different from my relationship with Ron.
The fact that I risked everything to speak to her spoke volumes about my feelings. I whispered to her as I held her close, “You are magnificent and I cannot get enough of your kisses, your touch, your beauty.”
She kissed me hard before responding, “I’m not supposed to get too close to the clients, but I can’t help myself. I find you irresistible. I knew as soon as I saw you that first time in the same sex hood, I had to spend time with you.”
I looked into her eyes, “I want more than this. I want to be with you outside of here. Is that possible? Is that something you want?”
Her look was pensive as she considered my words, “It is something I want, but nearly impossible to do. I signed a contract that has severe penalties for breaking the rules. The cardinal rule is no relationships with the clients outside of the club. I could lose everything if I am not careful.”
She was lost in thought for a moment then she kissed me, “I don’t know what the future will bring, but we have each other right now. Let’s enjoy this moment together and figure out the future when we can.”
The idea that this might be all we have saddened me. I wasn’t about to ruin our short time together with sadness and I strove to fight it off. The best way to do that was to focus on the beauty next to me. Before I kissed her again, I felt that there was one more thing she needed to know, “My name is Beth.”
She smiled up at me, “My name is Lisa.”
I kissed her deeply. I don’t know how long we laid there lost in kisses. It seemed timeless, yet not nearly long enough. I finally broke the kiss so that my mouth could explore her body. I kissed her face and playfully nipping the skin on her neck. When I took her nipple into my mouth, she squirmed against me. I kissed my way down her stomach while my hand explored her pussy. She stopped me before I moved between her legs, “I want you too. Turn around.”
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