My wife Lisa is all that I could ever hope for and more. At 27 she is bright, full of energy and fun. I met Lisa three years ago. A friend of mine was doing some computer work for a real estate office and had become friendly with several of the agents ( Most of the agents where woman ).
As it turned out every Friday night these agents would go out for drinks after work, and one night David (my friend) invited me to meet them at a small club nearby. When I arrived there was David sitting with four girls from the real estate agency. David introduced me to girls and after a short time we where all drinking and having fun when Lisa arrived. I guess she had been working with a customer and so was a little late meeting everyone. Lisa was then 24 with long honey blond hair pulled back from one of the prettiest faces I have ever seen.
Lisa is about 5"7 with a small but firm chest, long legs and an ass from heaven. I was soon introduced and found Lisa also was Incredibly smart and funny. Looking back I realize that she basically owned me by the end of that first night. At the Time I was 34. Ten years older than Lisa. Lisa and I started going out after that first night and every time I saw her things just got better. On our third date Lisa and I went out for drinks and dancing. Lisa was a knockout dressed in a short, tight black skirt with a button down white silk blouse and shear white camisole underneath and with her Black high heels to accentuate her already great legs... wow.
About midnight Lisa suggested we go back to my place just to have a drink and relax. I was or course all for it. Once we were at my apartment Lisa asked me to get us some wine from the kitchen. When I returned Lisa was standing in just a white silk thong and camisole and still wearing her black high heels. She looked so incredible I was speechless till she called me to her. That night was incredible. We made love all night and most of the next day. Lisa and I became closer and closer and just as things looked like they could not get better they got worse. All of a sudden Lisa became with drawn and quiet around me. I had a hard time just getting her to smile. Then finally one night she just started crying. My heart was breaking watching this girl that I was so in love with in such pain. I begged her to yell me what was wrong. I would never have guessed what she would tell me next.
Lisa told me that I didn't really know who she is, who she was. For the next hour and a half Lisa told me about how she worked for two years as a stripper before becoming a real estate agent. how she had traveled to different states and worked in all kinds of clubs as a dancer. For the last year she had not danced wanting to leave that all behind and live a normal life. then about three weeks ago her best friend had called her and begged her to work a private party with her.
The other girl that was supposed to do it had backed out and now it was just two days away. Her friend had told her how she had taken a deposit and had spent the money and didn't have it to give back. Lisa agreed and did the party and now felt sick for having done it and for lying to me about it. Now I know this may sound strange but I had never loved Lisa more than I did at that moment. I took her in my arms and held her close, telling her how much I loved her and how the only thing that was important was that she loved me to much to lie to me. That night we held each other, Kissed and cried till dawn.
After that night Lisa and I were closer than ever before. I was of course interested in knowing more about the details of her past life but it took a long time for Lisa to be able to talk about it and at first it was just a little here and a little there but after awhile I learned more. At first I was just interested but then I found myself wanting to hear more and more. I found myself becoming obsessed with thinking of her naked in front of dozens of men. Just the though would get me incredibly excited and it was not long before Lisa could tell.
At first I think she was confused but then realized what a thrill it had become for me. One night we were to go out for dinner. When I arrived to pick up Lisa she was dressed in an ultra short Black Leather skirt, White knee high boots and a short black sweater that revealed her flat stomach. For the second time I was speechless. Lisa asked if I was ready for our date and all I could do was nod stupidly. She said she was driving tonight and for me to get in. I did as she told me.