A Voyeuristic Sex Story
"The Secret Call Girl," erotica by Vera Roberts
Watching his wife make love to someone else, Joseph wondered how long she had been a call girl?
Joseph and Teresa had a great relationship. They were high school sweethearts who eventually married after 7 years of dating. They had two kids, the picket fence and everything else that came with having the American Dream. Their sex life was great. Because Teresa was a stay-at-home mother, she didn’t have the will or the want to stay up all night for marathon sessions. But their sex life never suffered. In fact, it kept getting better and better. And that was the part that was concerning Joseph. Teresa was learning these tricks somewhere and it wasn’t from him. With his travel schedule, Joseph was often gone for days at a time attending to important business dealings. But he made damn sure he was going to be home to investigate the most important business: his marriage.
His CEO day job afforded Joseph the ability to hire a private investigator to do his dirty work for him. He wasn’t sure when Teresa was out turning tricks; hell, Joseph wasn’t sure if Teresa was even turning tricks at all. But something was going on. Teresa went from barely giving head when he asked her to giving Joseph sporadic blow jobs.
Missionary was the only position she liked but then she wanted to try having sex standing up. His wife began making unusually extravagant purchases of new clothes, jewelry, and home furnishings. A man in Joseph’s position probably wouldn’t complain but Joseph wasn’t any other man. He had a reputation to guard and family to protect. His wife was acting strangely peculiar and he was about to get to the bottom of it, even if it meant he might had to leave her.
A few days later, the private investigator met with Joseph at his office. He presented clear-cut evidence of Teresa’s indiscretions. Joseph wished she was having an affair; it would’ve made the shocked feeling in the pit of his stomach easier to deal with. Teresa was definitely screwing outside of their marriage but it wasn’t just with one person; she was a bonafide call girl. She wore different wigs for each conquest and had different names. Sometimes she was a redhead named Veronica; other times she was a brunette named Coco or Sharon. But there was no mistake Joseph’s wife was a definite slut. He still couldn’t believe it. He wanted to see it for himself. He arranged for the detective to have him watch Teresa in action.
Several weeks passed by without incident. Joseph didn’t mention the findings to his wife nor did Teresa let on what she was doing when he away. He wanted to wait for the right moment to ask her. He thought about several scenarios on how to approach Teresa with it. Should he embarrass her? Would he get mad at her? Joseph really didn’t know how he would react. Truth to be told, he was curious as to what he was going to do. A message appeared on his Blackberry from the detective; Teresa had a meeting that night with another client. It was now the moment of truth. Joseph went to the hotel where Teresa was going to meet her client. He hid inside one of the closets and impatiently waited. He knew that no matter what he saw or heard, he had to stay inside the closet at all times. He made sure he ate or drank nothing and kept his stomach relatively empty. Even if he wanted to eat something, he wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to keep it down. He was way too nervous.
The hotel door unlocked and Teresa entered along with her client. She was wearing a long brown haired wig and was going by the name of Chloe. Her whole demeanor was different. No longer was the obedient housewife and homely-looking servant present. Instead, she was a sexy vixen with an insatiable appetite for sex. Her dress was a tight fuchsia number that left very little to the imagination. She wore leopard Louboutins to show off her toned legs. Her makeup was flawless and Joseph swore he could smell her fragrance from where he was hiding. Teresa was definitely a knockout and far from what Joseph had seen for the past 17 years of her life. That couldn’t have been his wife. There was no way in hell she would’ve put lipstick on, let alone a completely different persona. Now he was intrigued.
Why couldn’t his wife put on a show for him in private?
Soft coos from Teresa indicated the lovers were starting their session. Her tight mini-dress was on the floor and she was naked except for her high heels. She was now lying on the bed, with her legs spread, as her client pleasured her orally.
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She was very vocal, talking dirty to him and even cursing at times. Joseph tried to focus as much as he could while his raging erection pressed against his pants. During the years they’d been married, he had never heard his wife be so vocal and so turned on at the same time. It made him wonder how much she was really holding back from him.
A few minutes later, Teresa began sucking her client’s cock. Whenever Joseph was in bed with Teresa, he practically had to beg her to perform oral on him. Now it appeared not only was she a willing participant in oral sex, but she craved it. She started with long and methodical strokes but then she increased the pace.
She put a condom in her mouth and held in between her teeth. She dipped her head low again to her lover’s cock and began putting the condom on him with her inviting mouth. Now it was time to play. Teresa crawled on top of him and sat down on his hard cock. There was no time for slow adjustment as Teresa began rocking fast on her client, her small ass bouncing against his thighs while her long fingernails dug into his chest. She reached around with one hand and began to massage his balls, driving the man even crazier. The client reached up and cupped Teresa’s bouncing tits as she rode his cock. Beads of sweat formed on her body and she rode him faster. Suddenly, Teresa came all over her client’s cock and collapsed on her client’s chest. However, they weren’t done; they were only beginning. She climbed off of her client and began to give him head again. She sucked softly but soon began to swallow her client whole. She added her hands and stroked him while simultaneously licking with her tongue. Teresa told her client it was the “Heaven Effect” and it was no wonder: her client was climbing the walls and was almost as loud as Teresa was minutes prior.
Meanwile, Joseph was trying his best to focus on watching Teresa. It was absolute torture. He no longer cared his wife was cheating on him. He was upset because he wanted to jack-off so badly, but he wasn’t sure if the risk was worth it. Watching his wife ride her client spurred Joseph to relieve the pressure his cock was building in his pants. He unzipped his slacks and his cock popped out. Pre-cum began to form on the tip and it was ready for some action. He spat into his hand and began to rub his cock slowly as he watched the lovers get into another position.
Teresa’s client was now on top of her. He held her legs against the wall and fucked her hard. Joseph watched as he saw another man thrust his hard cock inside his wife’s tight and wet pussy. Every thrust the man gave to Teresa caused her small ass to bounce. Teresa was screaming at the top of lungs, pleading her lover to fuck her harder and faster. She dared him to give her his cock and fill her pussy up; the client readily complied. She clawed at her client, once again digging her nails into his flesh. The sweet pain of her nails combined with the tightness of Teresa’s pussy was too much for the him to bear. He quickly pulled out and disposed of the condom. He came all over Teresa’s chest as she rubbed the semen into her skin.
Joseph stroked his cock faster; he didn’t want to wait to come. He held his breath to contain his moans as he shot on the floor of the closet. After his release, he panted heavily. He had never been so turned on in his life before. His wife was a sexual beast in bed. Joseph had an ingenious idea.
If his wife was so generous to others while she was in uniform, maybe it was time he paid a visit to her work…
Originally published August 2010