At the time, I was 21 years old and had just been married for eight months. I am an escort but my husband doesn’t know. My name is Amalia. I had planned to spend a nice evening at home in Karlsfeld with Leone while he was out of town on business, but several coworkers convinced me to go out on a girls’ night out.

This will be my first time going out to drink. I’ve never done it before. When I got married to Leone, I was a virgin, and my parents seldom ever had alcohol in the house.

After they urged me to dress appropriately, I went home and changed into the silver dress Leone gave me; it was quite comfortable and fit me between my hips and knees. I then put on a lacy bra and underwear pair and felt anxious about going out. They took me out to a swanky restaurant for dinner. Carla asked, and since I was not drinking, I said yes and ordered the Singapore Sling.

Betty proposed that we go to the gentleman’s club for another drink and maybe a dance after dinner, which was something I had never done before but was starting to feel wonderful after the drink.

After having another drink, I was sitting there when a married businessman approached me and asked if I wanted to dance. Initially, I replied no, but the girls encouraged me to just go with the flow as it wouldn’t hurt anything. As we danced to a slow song, he complimented my husband on how beautiful it was and said he must be a very lucky man as he slid me to the floor. I told him, sure, blushing. He danced, then brought me back to the table.

The proprietor of the club then declared that there would be an amateur striptease competition, with a $1000 prize for the winner, $500 for the second, and $250 for the third. I refused to go in, telling the girls that it wouldn’t be true as I had never gone nude in front of anyone other than straight people. They went on, and eventually she passed out and entered the stage.

People could tell that I was scared and fumbling with the dress while the music was playing, but they cheered when I took the dress off. Then Betty said, “I dare you to get completely naked.” So I started dancing, and before I knew it, after the third drink, I was dancing all over the stage in my underwear.

After we were dressed, the owner summoned us onto the platform and asked the crowd to clap to determine the winner. When he approached me, I was taken aback since I got the biggest applause and cheers, and he offered me $1000 cash.

I returned to the table and took a seat, but soon all the guys wanted to dance with me. Even when they danced slowly, they were pressing up against me, causing me to feel their cocks against me.

I sat by myself at two in the morning, searching for my buddies who had left. I was unable to refuse the first person I danced with when he asked if I needed a ride home. We chatted for an hour on the way home, during which he told me of his wife’s death in a vehicle accident three years prior.

After eight months of marriage, I told him this was the first time I had ever shown my nude body to anyone other than my spouse.

I didn’t know what was wrong with me when we got home, so I invited him over for coffee. He came with me and told me I shouldn’t have been ashamed because I had a great figure and had won the fair competition. square as well. I turned to face him without thinking, kissing him for longer than I thought I would, and felt his hands slowly tug at the hem of my dress.

I felt so conflicted that instead of stopping him, I reached out and began to unzip the jacket. He paused, turned me around, pulled the zipper down and took off my dress. Before I knew it, I was nude in front of him and experiencing a sensation of warmth and unexpected delight that I had never experienced before.

After giving him a quick glance and taking down his jeans and shirt, I noticed the largest dick I had ever seen when I pulled down his underpants. Then, as he brought me to the couch, he stated, “I was holding his penis in my hand and kissing it with all my might when I felt a finger enter my pussy.” He was also massaging my upper legs and breasts.

Thinking of Leone and how I’m going to explain this to him, I gasp. The next thing I knew, I was waking up on a Saturday morning with him slowly pushing his cock into my pussy and me not resisting but looking forward to it. We were together all day long. Up until the point when I had to prepare for my supper with my in-laws.