*Please note that this series is adult themed and involves the use of strong language and vividly described sexual scenes*
“How did you feel after seeing Tonye at the sex club?”
I tried to put my thoughts together, taking my time to answer. I wanted my spoken words to fully express the emotions I felt. I didn’t see how, my emotions were too heavy, they were raw, it ran deep, no words would suffice.
I took a deep sigh “At first,… I was angry, then I was disgusted. It transitioned to a deep feeling of hurt and betrayal, then I felt little, inadequate, like I wasn’t enough, like… like I wasn’t good enough for him. I felt pitiable.” I cleared my throat, in a bid to hold back the sobs that were threatening to burst out.
“Tonye has never ever, not once in our 16 years together, complained about our sex life. He always made me feel like I was the best, he always told me I satisfied him…he…” My emotions betrayed me, I broke down in tears.
It had taken me so long to open up to my therapist about my discovery. I was unable to process the information when I first saw the email. I would read it over and over again in disbelief. I desperately wished it away. Not my perfect Tonye.
I wasn’t convinced, maybe it was a mistake of some sort. Maybe the mails were sent in error , maybe the names were just similar. There had to be an explanation. But my heart sank knowing there must be some truth to it, there was a long thread of emails, it had been going on for a long time.
I still wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. The next open house was on Friday and they had sent him the location in the last email. I’d go there myself, maybe there was something else that could justify his membership at an elite sex club. Maybe it was business. It had to be business, nothing personal.
I told him days before, I would be attending a work dinner the same night of the open house. He said he would be working late that night as well.
The House of Orgy, as I found it was called, was open to members from 8.00pm, and access to the venue was enabled by finger print. I didn’t know how I was going to get in as a non member. I had to come up with a plan quickly.
That night, I got dressed in one of my little black dresses. For a woman with 4 kids, my body was still in very good shape. I had my genes to thank for that, coupled with my four – times – a – week work out routine.
I can’t boast of eating healthy, but I have been on a strict intermittent fast plan for the past five years where I eat within a six to eight hour window and give my system at least 14 hours to process and break down whatever I’ve eaten.
I called in a make up artist. I wanted a bit of a raunchy look but not in an offensive way. I had my hair pulled back in a pony tail, put on a pair of embellished petal silver earrings and slipped my feet in the silver studded PVC Gianvito Rossi mules I bought about a year ago but hadn’t gotten a chance to wear.
I took a look at myself in the full length antique mirror in my dressing room and smiled. For a minute, it felt good to play dress up, I loved what I looked like and then I remembered why I was playing dress up and my heart skipped a beat. I didn’t know what the outcome of the night would be, I didn’t know what to expect, but I hoped my plan to get into the location would work out.
“Good evening”… I gave the lady at the door a smile, my left dimple in full view. I could hear the music playing inside, it was the legendary Marvin Gaye’s, Sexual Healing.
“Good evening ma’am… welcome to the House of O” She looked at me intently. It was obvious, she didn’t know me. She smiled politely ” New member?, I don’t quite recognize you”. She said. “No offense meant” She added.
I let out a short nervous laugh, “No offense taken sis.” I moved in closer and said in a near whisper. “Actually, I’m here for work. A friend of mine told me about this gig. It’s my thing, the only challenge is I am a freelance hooker, I am not attached to any agent, I was hoping you could help me” I leaned in even closer and said softly, “We can work out a percentage.” My heart was beating really fast, but I managed to maintain a calm demeanor.
She looked at me slowly, taking me up from my shoes to my hair. “Wait for me outside, I’d join you shortly” She finally said, after her assessment.
I did a little dance in my head. I hoped she fell for the money bait, she was going to break the rules for the possibility of making some extra cash. I prayed it would all work out.
It did. Outside, she asked for my full name and asked to see an ID card. I was prepared for it. I had gotten a fake drivers license under the name of Omotola Adewole. She asked me a few questions and asked to know the friend who told me about the place. I told her I had promised my friend not to mention her name as she could get into trouble. I managed to convince her how genuine I was and in less than an hour, she had taken me in to see the manager who hired me on the spot. I couldn’t believe my luck.
The security searched me thoroughly, down to my underwear, and my phone and purse were taken from me and kept in a locker. I had a mask in my purse and asked if I could use it, thankfully I was obliged. I was asked to sit in a corner and observe the activities. I would go through the orientation process at a later time.
I took the whole room in, my head was spinning with everything I saw. What struck me the most was the class of people that were there, the elite of the society, people like Tonye.
Not the pot bellied, loud group of people I had envisioned in my mind. It wasn’t a large crowd, at most, about 50 – 60 people, clients and hookers together.
I recognized two faces from the telecommunications industry where I worked for many years. The space was big and strategically arranged with many hidden points. The lighting was mostly red and minimal.
It would have been difficult for anyone to recognize me, the make up I had on transformed my face completely. I have never been one to wear heavy make up or any make up at all. I was a powder, mascara and lip gloss girl.
I searched earnestly for Tonye in the midst of all the obscenities going on around me. There were pole dancers, strippers and naked girls dancing on tables. There were groups of male and female hookers making out in front of an audience. There were members involved in various sexual activities in dimly lit corners. Everyone seemed to be lost in their own world, minding their business.
I scanned the room desperately, there was no sign of him. I looked at my watch, it was almost 10pm, I had been inside the venue since 8.30pm. If he was here, he would be planning to leave soon. Tonye never got home anytime later than 11pm, it was the latest he ever stayed out.
A part of me suddenly felt guilty, I was wrong. There must be an explanation for the mails. Besides he never responded to any of them, they were all one sided. I chided myself for not trusting my husband enough.
I got up, ready to leave and that’s when I saw him, seated in a corner adjacent to where I was. His eyes closed in pleasure, there was a naked girl kneeling in front of him with his penis in her mouth, she was almost choking on it.
I watched her release him slowly with her saliva all over the place. I guess she was trying to catch her breath. She proceeded to give him a hand job, his eyes were now open. She looked up, smiling at him. I wanted to throw up, but I needed to see this to the end. I sat back in the chair trying to regain my composure, my eyes fixed on them.
Another girl had joined them and I watched both girls make out with each other, sucking on each others boobs, while the first girl held on to his penis. He was watching them, the pleasure of it all in his eyes.
The second girl took over and took him in her mouth, he closed his eyes again and a few minutes later, I saw him open his mouth lightly, like he was letting out an ecstatic groan, he jerked violently and splashed his cum all over her face.
I threw up.
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I felt uneasy all day at the office. I figured I was tired and needed some rest. Thank God it was Friday and it was open house at the House of O. I’d indulge in a few shots of tequila, a good orgasm, and go home to my family.
I remembered Esther had said something about a work dinner and she would be out late. I smiled as I thought of my wife, she was an evidence of God’s love for me. She was truly a blessing to me and I would give my life up for her without thinking about it.
For a brief moment, I imagined her finding out about my secret life, I panicked. She must never find out. Not ever. It would break her completely and that would destroy me.
I had made dinner reservations for us at her favorite restaurant for the following evening and gotten her a gift. I did that often, she loved to receive gifts from me and it made me happy to see her happy.
I stayed back in the office till about 7pm trying to finish up all the work I had pending. I didn’t intend to stay out too late. I’d spend about an hour or two at the House of O and head home. Maybe I’d be able to catch a movie with the kids before going to bed.
As I drove out of the office premises, I felt really uncomfortable on the inside. I considered canceling the orgy house and just going home to rest. Then I remembered the girls at the club and the pleasure I’d be missing and got a hard on. I’d stop by briefly.
As soon as I got into the house, I looked for my regulars, they were excited to see me. I gave them a quick smile and one of them hurried to get me a drink at the bar that was set up at the other end of the room leading to a balcony.
I looked around trying to pick a spot when I caught a glimpse of a lady in a black dress. I could have sworn it was Esther. If I wasn’t at the House of O, I’d have bet my money she was the one.
The girl was back with my drink and I was led to a secluded spot ready for action. I didn’t plan to stay too long. I downed the shot of tequila and requested for another round.
I sat for a few minutes watching the girls go at each other. There was an involuntary hardening of soft tissues in my groin area. One of them lay down flat on the table in front of me, her legs spread wide open. I could see her wetness and the well carved triangle of her pubic hair. I had to confess, her pussy was a sight to behold. It was a pretty pussy.
The other girl knelt in front her and used the tip of her tongue to play around the clit area, while her hands fondled the girl’s nipples. I groaned lightly. My hard on grew as I continued to watch them.
I beckoned on the girl receiving the head to come to me and asked the other one to get me more tequila shots. She got up from the table, bent down slowly in front of me to unzip my pants, let out my turgid penis and dropped to her knees.
The warmth of her mouth as she took me in was mind blowing, I closed my eyes and relaxed as she went to work. The girl was extremely good. She had tried everything in the books to get me to fuck her but I had absolutely no plans of doing so, I was okay with getting the blow jobs.
When they were done, they brought some wipes for me to clean myself up. I paid them more than their fees and sat back to enjoy the freedom I felt from all the tension that had been in me a few minutes ago.
I looked at my watch a few minutes later. “Shit” I muttered to myself , it was 10.25pm, I had to go.
Just as I downed the last shot of tequila and got up, I saw the lady in black I had noticed earlier walking towards me. She had on a mask that covered her eyes but the resemblance to Esther was way too much. The way she walked and carried herself.
I continued to make my way out, but she had gotten really close, she moved in even closer and stood right in front me, blocking my way. She removed the mask from her face and said “Hello Tonye”.
I looked right into her eyes, my knees went weak, my mouth dry. My hands trembled as I broke into a sweat, there was a tightness in my chest and I could have sworn I was having a heart attack.
It was Esther.
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Clandestine affairs is back. I am so sorry it took me this long to come back to it . But not to worry you can binge on all the previous episodes here to catch up.
Will Esther ever be able to get over catching her husband red handed? I’m excited to see how this will end and can’t wait for the next part.
Remember the George’s? We’d find out what triggered Bodes wife in the middle of their little act.
Will AY let his guards down and go after Lamide to start a committed relationship with her?
And will Esther and Tonye ever be able to recover from this caught pants down situation?
Indulge me with your comments and please share the link with your friends. I am so happy to be back in this space.
Sending you hugs and kisses
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Jay
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