What my husband doesn't know, and never will

I was a freshman in college and living off campus. I became good friends with a girl in my one of my classes who lived in town and at her parent's house. We hung out together all the time and it became normal for me to spend weekends at her house with her and her family. They were also very well off. Her dad was a very successful lawyer and her mom was a cardiologist. The house was a mansion with multiple rooms, 5 bathrooms, formal dining room, pool...the works.

Sometimes when I was there I would catch her dad looking at me. At first it was kind of disconcerting but he never acted inappropriate towards me in any way. There were a few times we'd be alone together for brief periods of time. He'd look at me a lot, but never said or did anything to make me feel uncomfortable or grossed out. There was one time that he did tell me that he thought I was exceptionally beautiful. That made me blush and was embarrassing, but I could tell he was sincere so I just thanked him for the compliment and that was the end of that.

One Sunday evening I was over at their house and it was raining like crazy. I needed to get back to my apartment but the weather was just pure shit. I lived about 2 miles from them and usually I'd just walk, but not with the weather doing what it was. Her dad offered to give me a ride. I wasn't worried about him when I told him that wasn't necessary. I'd just wait it out a little because I didn't want to inconvenience them, but I did need to go. He offered to give me a ride so I accepted.

When we pulled up in front of my apartment he told me he wanted to ask me something. Before he asked he told me that regardless of my answer, nothing would change. I would still be welcome at their house any time and his attitude towards me would not change. He told me that the enjoyed me being there, they liked me nothing would change that. I thought that was kind of a weird thing to say, but I told him to ask. What he said freaked me out! "I told you that you were exceptionally beautiful, and you are. You're one of the most beautiful young women I've ever seen. I love being around your and I love looking at you. I'll give you $50 if you'll let me fondle your breasts, under your top, for 5 minutes."

I was shocked and said, "What the fuck?" He apologized but then said, "I just want to touch you, just once, just to know what part of your body feels like."

It's creepy, I know, but he wasn't coming across as a creep and I almost felt sorry for him. So I repeated, "$50 for letting you put your hand under my top for 5 minutes?" He repeated the offer. I needed the money. The part time job I had at a local diner didn't pay shit. So I agreed. He reached over, slowly and slid his hand up under my top and pushed my bra up and for the next 5 minutes gently massaged my breasts and played with my nipples. When the time was up he thanked me for letting him do that and gave me $50 dollars. What surprised me was the wetness I felt between my legs when he started touching me.

A couple of nights later he showed up at the diner where I worked right as we were closing and he offered me a ride home. I wasn't afraid of him so I accepted. When we got in the car he told me he'd give me $200 if I'd let him kiss and suck my breasts while he masturbated. He said he'd give me $300 if I'd jack him off. $300, that's a lot of money and all I have to do is let him suck my tits and give him a hand job. I walked away with $300.

To make a 4 year story short, he started paying me more and more for letting him touch me, which evolved into me touching him, for more pay or course. He told me he had business friends who would also pay me for services of a personal and somewhat professional nature. I quit my job at the diner. I was attending weekend business meetings, formal evening dinners, showered with gifts of all kinds including some expensive jewelry. I became a high priced escort and whore, but I'm not ashamed of that. I simply used what nature had given me and what men were willing to pay for. By the end of my senior year I had a nice apartment that I didn't pay for, a monthly allowance from two businessmen, some very expensive clothes a brand new BMW as a graduation present and a little over $200K in the bank. Now, I'm a stay at home mom with two lovely children and married to a successful accountant. My husband knows I went to college, worked at a waitress in a diner and got a degree in Eng. Lit. That's all he needs to know.

By Anonymous Sep 24

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