This is the story about my wife Connie and what I found out about her after she died. My name is Leeland but I go by Lee. We were married for forty-five years when she passed during the Covid Pandemic. I stayed in the house we shared after she passed, I just couldn't bring my self to selling it. This past June I was hospitalized when I took a nasty fall and broke my hip. I needed to live in a one floor without stairs and so I decided to sell our house and move into a condo. I had the means to be able to buy the condo and sell the house at my leisure. After all I had forty- five years of memories in that house.
I packed Connie's clothes and gave them to The Salvation Army and her jewelry I kept for now. We never had kids so our furniture was near vintage and what I was not taking to the condo I sold and was surprised at how much in demand it was. The cellar was mostly tools from my different hobbies and my photo equipment. Again, I was surprised that my photo stuff had as much value as it did. But what surprised me the most was my watch collection. They were all from the sixties Bulova Acutrim 214 caliber Watches. I had close to seventy of them and most were still running. Because I had the original boxes and paper work they were worth the top end of the market.
The last area I was cleaning out was the attic which is where Connie kept the things she saved over the years. There were more old clothes all evening wear and fur coats Sexy lingerie she used to wear when she was young. The woman that lived next door to us, Jean owned a vintage clothing store and I asked her if she would be interested in them. She had her son carry the stuff down from the attic and told me I had a small fortune worth of stuff. She told me she would put it on and auction site that was for these types of clothes. It seems my wife only bought high end designer stuff. It was the lingerie that most impressed her. All was from very expensive French designers and very sought after. She spent a day and a half taking picture and labeling each piece to list on the auction.
I asked her: "How does this work? What do you get and what will I get for his stuff?"
She said: "I normally would just buy it form the person, but this is by far the most valuable collection I have ever came across. I usually hope to make twenty to twenty- five percent profit.'
I told her: "How about since you are doing all the work and It is getting me way more than I ever thought I could get for the stuff. You take forty percent; how does that sound."
She was thrilled so, I showed her Connie's jewelry, again she was stunned at what she saw. I didn't know much about jewelry for all I knew it was not worth that much other than scrap value. How wrong I was, it again was high end and worth more than I thought Connie would have been able to buy. Jean suggested I take the jewelry to have it appraised.
When I took the jewelry to the first place, they advised me to go to an auction house that specialized in every high-end antique jewelry. That most of what I had was over a hundred years old without makings for the grade of gold and platinum or silver. I knew my wife didn't inherit this stuff and between Her's and my salaries she couldn't afford to buy it. How did she get it?
The auction house I went to was very interested it being able to list the stuff for me, provided I had proof of how it was acquired. So, I needed to go back up the attic and see what I could find. I had trouble getting up the steep stair and thought about hiring Jean's son to carry everything down, but he was away with friends, It took three days till I hit [ay dirt when I found a box with all the receipts and two ledger books and her diary. I never knew she kept a diary, it only covered from when we got married till she stopped working a period of about fifteen years.
I knew Connie worked as a receptionist for a woman marriage counselor. What I didn't know till I started reading her diary was the woman specialized working with couples that had sexual problems in their marriage. Connie started working with her when she was still in college her senior year. What I didn't know was she was working as a sexual surrogate. When we met, she was already working as a surrogate and never told me. She also worked as the receptionist as well, for which she was paid separately with taxes taken out. The surrogate work was paid under the table I cash. The diary didn't include what she did as a surrogate only referred to how many sessions as she called them, she did each day.
This was hard to process, we were together for over forty- seven years married for forty-five of them and I never knew she was paid to have sex with other people. Her diary ended when she stopped working for her boss when the woman retired, but I had a feeling she didn't stop because she had acquired just too much high-priced stuff and the money for it had to have come from somewhere.
The journals would provide the answer. They started when she started to be a sexual surrogate which was before she became the receptionist. The journals listed every time she was a surrogate, what she did and the initials of who she did it with and if it was a male, female, or couple.
The first entry; "First time as a surrogate, clients are a couple LB and DB. He wants her to let him fuck her ass. She feels a woman couldn't possible enjoy being fucked in her ass. DB watched as I let LB fuck my ass and bring me to two orgasms. I helped to clean out her bowels and lubed her ass for him. Thankfully his cock was on the smaller size so she handled him with ease. She told him after she was ok with him fucking her ass. $200.00 ***
Entry two; Client is WT his wife wants him to go down on her after he cums if she hasn't had an orgasm. He is afraid he will throw up on her if he does. So, we fucked and came inside me then went down on me to see if he will be able to do it for his wife. He relented at first after he shot his load in me, but I told him to think how much his wife will be thrilled when he does it for her. The result was he found he liked it and is looking forward to doing it for his wife. $160.00 ****
I quickly realized she was rating her feelings about the sessions. The first journal ended when her former boss retired. And the second one started almost a year later. I traveled a lot in my job back then as a technician for medical equipment. Between installs and trouble shooting I was away more than I was home. Many times, for more than a week at a time. Connie went to work for an escort agency.
The journal started with her writing: "I am embarking on a new career as an escort, Lee is away so much and from my work as a surrogate I miss all the sex and the different people I had sex with. It was made clear by the owners; I am only being paid for my time during the three-hour date. Sex is not part of the deal. But after if the client and I make our own arrangement that included sex. It has nothing to do with the agency, but the more friendly I am with the client after the date the more money I can make. I signed a contract that stated I was only being an escort that was to provide non- sexual company for the paying client. When that was out of the way Ken male owner left the room and Ava the woman told me. The more I am willing to do sexually the more I can make. She then asked me what I was willing to do and what was off the table. She also told me I could do off the books clients that she can arrange that pay extremely well. I am looking forward to this new Endeavor as a paid escort and whore.
Her entries in this journal were more detailed than the last one. She included dates, where they went and the clients first name. But not what she did sexually with the client and or how much she was paid for the date or where they went. She didn't include any rating. When I got to her fourth month as an escort, I learn it was someone she knew that told her about the agency. This person had worked there till she was pregnant with her child and stopped being a whore. How indebted she felt to her for fixing her up with the agency.
Who was this woman I was married to, she felt she was indebted to the woman that helped her to become an escort. I could see her being a sexual surrogate, but a straight up paid escort was in a different category. I skimmed through the rest of the journal and sat stunned at how many men, couples, and women she had I assumed had sex with for the ten years that the journal covered.
I finally came to the fact that what pissed me off the most was I was left out in the cold, not knowing she was a wild sexual being. She loved sex and the more she got the more she wanted. I never broke my vows to her; oh, I had plenty of opportunities. If I had known we could have had an open relationship. I went out and got shit faced and barely made it home. Jean fund me passed out on the front stairs and helped me into the house. She got me into a kitchen chair and started to make coffee. When she sat down, she saw the diary and journals on the table.
She said: "Are those Connie's journals?"
I said: "Yes, how do you know about them?"
