Investigating Mrs Norris

The Investigation of Mrs. Norris

My name is Dana Sosnowski. I'm a private investigator, and I've got a story to tell.

All names used in this story are fictitious. Our client doesn't want publicity. He just wants to know the truth.

8 Months Ago

The ocean breeze and puffy clouds were a perfect companion to the view from Debbie Norris's patio. Debbie and her best friend, Claudia, sipped unsweetened tea as they looked out at the grounds of Debbie's beautiful Virginia Beach estate.

They are not just best friends. They are sisters-in-law, married to the Norris brothers. Debbie married Cal Norris and then introduced Claudia to his brother, Frank Norris.

They are married women with a sketchy past.

Debbie looked stylish. Like Claudia, she took great care of her beauty. They both invested in the best cosmetic care money could buy. Turning to Claudia, Debbie yawned and asked. "Do you ever think about the old days?"

"I thought we agreed to put those days behind us? We're fortunate that it's never come back to haunt us."

"Come on, Claudia, you have to admit it was a thrill. I get a little moist just thinking about it. All those hot young bodies and the things they would do to me."

Claudia blushed. "I know we did go a little crazy with the college boys, but that was then. Today, we've got it better than we ever dreamed. But sometimes, I wonder if I will ever orgasm that hard again."

"Doesn't Frank take care of business?"

That's just it; Frank is all business and has little time to play. But I'm good with Frank. He tries his best to please me. I've never felt comfortable that he could handle my dark side. That's why I never introduced him to it."

"Claudia, we're not getting any younger. In a few years most men won't even notice us when we walk into the room. In fact, those twenty-something waitresses at the club are getting more attention from Cal than ever before. He used to have eyes only for me."

"I don't think our guys have a clue on how hard it is to look like us. They think we are pampered, but they don't see the effort we put in to maintain our figures. They don't appreciate the dieting and commitment to daily exercise. They'll never know the pain of waxing and all the effort we make for healthy skin."

"Don't you think Frank appreciates you?"

"I never worry about Frank wandering off. But I hear you, girl; my boy magnet days are counting down. The young men at the club call me 'ma'am.' You know, I do wonder sometimes if I could still bring a younger man to his knees."

"Be careful what you wish for, girl; it's a big, bad world out there."

Two weeks later, Debbie's words would become prophetic. Mrs. Claudia Norris was at home alone. Her husband was on another business trip.

Claudia and Frank Norris also owned an impressive estate. Claudia gazed at the trendy furniture and spectacular artwork that accented her walls. There was style, but also a coldness to the place. Most of the time she was there alone.

Claudia was a private person. She limited the help to essential staff and often sent them away early. She appreciated the cleaning and maintenance, but she couldn't help feeling that they were watching her. Besides, it was just her and Frank. Frank was often away, so how big a mess could one person make?

The empty silence was shattered by a strange text message that popped up on her phone. The message wasn't from a number she recognized.

The text was menacing. "I know you. I know the real you."

There was a short video attached. She recognized the voice as hers. Claudia could hear herself squeal in orgasm as she choked and coughed. The video image was not very discernible, but it was her. It was from her college days.

Against her better judgment, she replied. "Who are you? What do you want?"

A reply came quickly. "I want to meet with you again."

"That's not possible. I'm no longer available."

"That's too bad, and too bad if this video got posted online."

"What do you want?"

"I'm closer to you than you know. Do you have a Snapchat? I'll send you instructions."

Claudia felt trapped. She had a Snap ID that she hadn't used in years. But she had to confront this attack and put a stop to it. She replied with her ID.

The instructions soon followed: a place to meet and the location he was coming from. Claudia was shocked. He was coming from the estate next door. There was an emergency gate that connected her backyard to the neighbor's property. The instructions were to meet him in her own pool house.

Claudia didn't know the neighbors very well, but she did know they traveled frequently. They had homes all over the world. It wasn't uncommon for them to be gone for 6 months at a time.

That afternoon she made her way to the lavish, seldom-used pool house and went inside. A man sat in the darkened room facing the door.

Claudia gasped. "Oh, fuck, it's you! How the fuck did you find me, and what are you doing here?"

"It wasn't that hard. I saw your picture on your husband's desk and knew it was you right away. You're the reason I decided to approve the purchase of his software. I was hoping you'd be happy to see me again."

"That was 10 years ago."

"I don't believe girls like you ever change. They only learn to live without the thrill, but they never change."

"Please leave and don't contact me again."

"Sit down and listen! That's right, I know what you really like and how you like it. I bet your husband has no idea of just how slutty you can be. I've got a deal for you. Let's hook-up again. For old times' sake. If you no longer get off on a hard fuck, I'll go away and destroy the video."

"And if I say no?"

"Have it your way; you'll become famous on ExGirlfriendRevenge.com. Maybe your fame will make its way to your husband and your friends at the club."

Claudia was so angry that she wanted to cry. The tension and the circumstances were getting to her. It had been a long time since her last hard sexual encounter. Just the sight of him brought back the mental images of her wild college days.

She walked up to him and said, "Fuck you!"

He stood up, his height and strong build towering over her. He stepped towards her and slapped her hard across the face.

"You don't have a choice, slut; now strip!"

Claudia was dressed in a casual blouse and linen pants. Underneath she wore a lacy bra and matching thong. Her hands were shaking as she reached for the buttons on her blouse. The moment seemed like an out-of-body experience. With each button she descended into submission. Just like the old days, she was getting aroused--very aroused.

She dropped the blouse to the floor and let her pants fall from her hips. She stood a foot away from him and looked into his eyes.

"That's my slut. You are still so beautiful, maybe better than before. Show me your tits and pussy. I know you want to show them to me. Do it slowly."

Claudia unclasped her bra and let it fall from her shoulders. At 5 feet 2 inches, her petite frame and raven mid-length hair created a stunning profile. She reached for the straps and slowly dropped her thong to the floor. Then, without command, she stepped closer to him and put her hands behind her head.

He slowly traced the lines of her slim figure with his fingers. He cupped her B-cup breasts and slid his hand over her tight abdomen. He was teasing her and testing her resolve. He knew right then that he had reawakened her slutty side. This was going to be a fun afternoon.

Claudia closed her eyes and moaned as he caressed her labia. She was so wet she was dripping. She wanted him inside her. She wanted him to shock her. She was stunned at how quickly she fell back into her old fetish. So much for growing out of it.

He grabbed her by the back of the neck. "On your knees, bitch!"

"Stop, you're hurting me!"

His grip only tightened as he pushed her down and commanded her to expose his cock. He pushed his penis deep into her throat as she gurgled and squirmed. He didn't relinquish his grip. For the next two hours it was old times again for him and Claudia. She would leave the pool house that afternoon with a fat lip and puffy left eye.

Claudia was racked with guilt but still craved more pleasure. Her inner demon was back, and she wasn't sure how to contain it. She worried that this reemergence could destroy her life, but at the same time she hadn't orgasmed so hard in ten years.

Current Times

Another busy Monday morning, and my PI partner, Bill, was in a grumpy mood. "Hey Dana, do you want to catch a cheater?"

"Come on, Bill, you know I don't like marital infidelity case work; they're too messy. Why don't you do it yourself?"

Bill sighed, "Dana, you know how swamped I am. This one may involve a trip out of town. I really need your help."

"Ok, Bill, you're lucky. I'm in a good mood today. Who's the client?"

"The client is Frank Norris. He and his older brother Cal founded a tech company startup in Virginia Beach. He travels a lot on business, and he's worried that his wife, Claudia, is up to mischief while he's away."

"Hand me the file, and I'll start by meeting with Frank. It's always the same situation. When the husband's away, the wife will play."

Mr. Norris's Interview

I reached out to Frank Norris at his office in Virginia Beach. I had a long list of questions, but I started with the first question I ask in all marital infidelity investigations.

"Are you certain you want to investigate your wife?"

Frank Norris sat at a table in his office. The ocean view through the large glass panels was impressive. The office was stark and tech-chic. There was modern art on the walls, a lot of glass, and intentionally unfinished open ceilings and walls.

Frank is a good-looking man, not strikingly handsome, but well-manicured and in good physical shape. I took him for the nerdy type, but not so nerdy as to not care how he looked. At least he wore a nice button-down shirt instead of the usual black t-shirt.

Frank looked across the table and sighed. "I'm not certain about anything these days except my technology solution. Tech is the only thing I can control; everything else seems to do its own thing."

"Frank, it might seem a bit tedious, but I'd like to start at the beginning. Sometimes a small, insignificant detail reveals more information."

"Ok, ask away."

"How did you meet your wife, Claudia?"

Frank seemed surprised, like he didn't expect me to probe his past, but he complied.

"My brother Cal introduced me to her. Claudia was a college friend of his wife, Debbie. At the time, I was single with no time for dating. Cal and I were spending every spare moment we had trying to get our company launched."

"What clicked with you about Claudia?"

Frank handed me a folder with pictures of his family.

"Well, for starters, just look at her. But she's more than a cute figure and pretty face. She's dynamic, full of life and energy. She was the spark I needed in my one-dimensional life."

I studied the photos while Frank described their early dating life. The photos captured her in different phases. The earlier photos revealed a raven-haired beauty with fair skin and captivating brown eyes. My guess was she met him in her late twenties. Frank was almost forty now. They had been married for 5 years. She was 5 years younger than him, so that would mean she's currently in her early 30s.

I thumbed through some vacation photos from a Caribbean island trip. Claudia's smile was vibrant. My investigative eye determined she was about 5'2" and maybe 110 lbs. The two-piece swimsuit revealed a 32B bust line and maybe a 24" waist and 34" hips. Claudia was confident enough to wear a thong-style suit, and I could see why. She had a tight apple butt and really nice, firm thighs. Claudia looked like a former ballet dancer or college athlete. I could see how men would jump at the opportunity to be around her.

"You said your brother Cal introduced you to her; where did that take place?"

"I was at his annual Labor Day party. Cal's wife, Debbie, was chatting with this striking woman, and I couldn't stop staring at them. Cal noticed and teased me to 'stop checking out my wife.' I laughed and asked him who Debbie was talking to. Cal said, "There's only one way to find out."

"Cal introduced you to Claudia at the party?"

"Yes, on the way over to meet her, Cal told me, 'I'm going to introduce you, but I must warn you, she's a real dynamo. Once you meet her, there's no turning back."

Frank continued. "We walked up to them, and Cal shoved me in front of Claudia and said, 'This is my brother; you're going to love him."

"Did you ever ask Cal how he knew her?"

"Not really, Cal knows a lot of women. He's always been the life of the party. I was surprised when he married Debbie because I thought he'd be single forever."

"I assume you both run this company. What's his role?"

"Cal heads up sales and client relations. As you can guess, it's what he's great at. Cal makes the most skeptical client feel confident. He can sell anybody just about anything."

"I'm the technology delivery guy and represent our board of directors. I'd rather toil at my computer than talk with people. Cal says I'm too honest. He says I need to be more approachable. But we've made it work; the company is off to a great start."

"Is Cal here today?"

"No, when I'm in Virginia Beach, Cal is in the northeast region. We have clients and prospects in Boston and New York. We're growing fast in the financial business sector. When I travel to our data center in Raleigh, Cal comes back to Virginia Beach. That way, one of us is always present for HQ staff."

"Let's talk about your wife, Claudia. Start with the initial years of your relationship."

"Well, after meeting Claudia, I launched an aggressive strategy to spend as much time with her as possible. We were having so much fun--concerts, dinners, and walks on the beach. Cal was right; she's got a dynamic presence; you're never bored in her company."

"Frank, I have to ask. How was your sex life initially?"

"Best sexual partner I've ever had. She's not shy about asking for what she wants. I didn't want to pressure her at first, but it didn't matter because she was pursuing sex from me. I could tell she formed her own sexual identity, probably from previous partners. I never cared about who or how many came before me. She was mine now, and all I wanted to do was please her."

"Sorry, Frank, more personal questions: is your sex life conventional?"

Frank looked confused. "What do you mean conventional, Dana?"

"Are you an exclusive sexual couple? Do you role-play or introduce fetish elements like submission or role play? Do you ever go to sex parties or swinger events?"

"Dana, how does any of that figure into this investigation?

"Frank, I've been investigating cases of marital infidelity for a long time. I don't look at human sexual interactions as abnormal. I like to use the terms conventional and unconventional; it's less judgmental. We are complex animals, and what works for some people can encompass a wide range of things. Often, I find that married couples don't know everything about their partner's secret desires."

"Like what?"

"Like the demure schoolteacher who wanted sex with 5 or 6 men at a time. Like a male client that could only get off when he dressed up in a teddy bear costume. Or the couple that had a full-blown medical examination set up in their basement, complete with gynecological speculums and stirrups. You just never know what motivates people--sexually."

"Sorry for sounding so naïve. When I'm home, Claudia and I have frequent, conventional sex. It's been that way since the beginning of our relationship. We try various sexual positions. She loves it when I buy her expensive lingerie, and she never hesitates to initiate fellatio with me (she loves to suck my cock). But that's it; we don't try other stuff or involve other people."

"Thanks for clarifying, Frank. Now, what has changed? What is it that caused you to reach out to my firm?"

"It started about 8 months ago. Claudia loves to work out and try new exercise routines. She's passionate about her health and fitness. One day she came home with a puffy eye and bruises on her shoulder. I noticed immediately and asked her what happened. She told me she started a kickboxing class and got carried away."

"Did you believe her story?"

"At first, yes. This was typical Claudia: try something new and go all out. Only it wasn't just that one time. It seemed every other week or so she had a new injury, like a fat lip or bruising somewhere. She also was less interested in having sex with me. She told me at the time that she was too sore from boxing. I mean, we still had sex, just not as often or intense."

"8 months is a long time to keep getting beat up."

"That's what I thought. I asked her to tone it down for her own well-being. And she did at first, but then she would start back up again. I even went to check out her kickboxing class, but the trainers at her gym were very confused about what I was asking. They implied that contact was extremely limited."

"And then you called my firm?"

"No, I only worried about her well-being, not about infidelity. But something shifted; it seemed she only got injured when I was out of town. I asked my brother Cal to drive by my house when I was out. Just to see if Claudia entertained any visitors. He said it was quiet, no visitors."

"So, what triggered the call?"

"I was talking to Cal's wife, Debbie, at a company event and asked her about the gym's combat training. Debbie goes to the same gym as Claudia, and Debbie just laughed. She said there's only simulated punching, but no one hits anyone. It started to eat away at my sanity. I asked Claudia about it again, and she downplayed everything. She told me I was being paranoid and controlling. That's when I started to suspect she was really hiding something. So, I called your firm."

"I got it; you want to know what she's up to and why Claudia she's getting injured. I'd like to review a plan with my partner, Bill, and confirm it with you."

I continued. "Of course I will be very discreet; she won't know we're investigating her. I think the scope should include checking out the gym and all trainers associated with combat training. Also, confirm her whereabouts when you are out of town. Does she have any trips planned?"

"She usually travels with me, but next weekend she's going to New York to visit an old girlfriend. I would go with her, but Cal is in Boston next week, and I've got some important meetings here in Virginia Beach."

"I'd like to tail her on her New York trip; Bill can work out all the travel and investigative rates with you. When would you like us to start?"

"I'm going out of town tomorrow, and when I come back, she will be off to New York. Can you start today?"

"Yes, consider the investigation started."

Tailing Mrs. Norris

I spoke with my partner Bill after my meeting with Frank Norris. Bill arranged access to special surveillance equipment like long-distance lenses, hidden cameras, and hidden microphones.

The next day I went to Claudia's gym and acted like a potential customer. While I was there, I hid a camera in the combat workout area. Later that night I watched the video. Claudia looked good in her tight workout outfit, but nothing I saw confirmed injuries or contact. It was like Debbie had described: all the contact was simulated.

I drove by Claudia's house the following day and noticed Cal's car coming out of the neighbor's driveway. I remembered that Frank had asked Cal to check in on her while he was away, so I didn't think it was unusual.

My partner Bill jumped into the investigation and used his connections to check out the gym instructors. Nothing unusual popped up. No complaints or allegations from other customers. Everything about the gym was cleared as normal.