about 18 months after we got married my husband got made redundant and we decided the best thing was for him to study full time. Not long after my full time job came to an end as well. We struggled to make ends meet and I did various part time jobs. For a while I worked behind the bar in a private club. Laila, one of the other bar maids told me that the tips where much better if I wore sexy clothes. I told my husband, and after a while he said, 'OK, if you want to, why not' I bought a short flared skirt, and also a thin cotton top, which, after summing up some courage, I wore without a bra, self conscious that my areola and nipples were visible. The tips went up, and I decided it was worth it. Then one night I got invited to stay behind. The other bar maid told me that it was some wealthy business men who came to town about every 6 weeks and were into partying. Laila told me the tips were fantastic, but warned me that we wouldn't be behind the bar, but serving them in the lounge, and if I was to stay I had to understand that after a few drinks their hands would wander, and they wouldn't expect complaints. Well at first little happened, lots of compliments, but then after more drinks a few lewd remarks and the odd pat on the bum. They commented a few times about my wedding ring, asking how long had I been married, and that my husband must be a lucky guy to have such a hot wife. They insisted we drink as well mojitos, and after a while I was feeling the effects. I remember standing next to a one of the business men placing the drinks and his hand sliding up my skirt, and called Laila over too. He then said 'don't leave' and I stood there blushing as he described to his friends what he was doing, which was stroking me under my skirt between my legs and over my knickers, and he was saying my knicks were damp, which by then was true. Then they let us go, and I said to Laila that I should stay behind the bar. She laughed quietly and whispered to me that I was going to get laid whether I liked it or not, so might as well enjoy it. I thoughts she was teasing, but she wasn't. We had more drinks, and then I was pulled on to one of their laps, and he kissed me, and put his hands between my legs. They did ask me if I wanted to stay, but only after he had been fingering me and by that time I said yes. I didn't get back to our flat until 5 in the morning, messy and sore, but with about the equivalent of 3 months wages as tips. I didn't tell my husband, and quit the job a few days later (also partly because the boss had told me I was 'one of them now' and to over charge customers after the first couple of rounds). I felt ashamed for years, and in the end, twenty years after it happened told my husband. He wasn't angry or anything, in fact at first he just didn't believe me. Later, when I finally convinced I wasn't making it up, he said he was proud of me for doing all the things | did so he could study (and he now has a very senior job in a corporation). In fact I soon realised that it turns him on, because he sometimes asks me to tell him about it when we are in bed, and one time had me role play with him as one of the business men. What I've never really told him was how good the sex was, because I'm still ashamed he would have trouble with that. In fact I only remember it all in a disjointed way, but when hubby is away and I need to relieve the stress of the day its that night I think about as I touch myself. Other than hubby I have never ever mentioned what happened to anyone.
about 18 months after we got married my husband got made redundant and we decided the best thing was for him to study full time. Not long after my full time job came to an end as well. We struggled to make ends meet and I did various part time jobs. For a while I worked behind the bar in a private club. Laila, one of the other bar maids told me that the tips where much better if I wore sexy clothes. I told my husband, and after a while he said, 'OK, if you want to, why not' I bought a short flared skirt, and also a thin cotton top, which, after summing up some courage, I wore without a bra, self conscious that my areola and nipples were visible. The tips went up, and I decided it was worth it. Then one night I got invited to stay behind. The other bar maid told me that it was some wealthy business men who came to town about every 6 weeks and were into partying. Laila told me the tips were fantastic, but warned me that we wouldn't be behind the bar, but serving them in the lounge, and if I was to stay I had to understand that after a few drinks their hands would wander, and they wouldn't expect complaints. Well at first little happened, lots of compliments, but then after more drinks a few lewd remarks and the odd pat on the bum. They commented a few times about my wedding ring, asking how long had I been married, and that my husband must be a lucky guy to have such a hot wife. They insisted we drink as well mojitos, and after a while I was feeling the effects. I remember standing next to a one of the business men placing the drinks and his hand sliding up my skirt, and called Laila over too. He then said 'don't leave' and I stood there blushing as he described to his friends what he was doing, which was stroking me under my skirt between my legs and over my knickers, and he was saying my knicks were damp, which by then was true. Then they let us go, and I said to Laila that I should stay behind the bar. She laughed quietly and whispered to me that I was going to get laid whether I liked it or not, so might as well enjoy it. I thoughts she was teasing, but she wasn't. We had more drinks, and then I was pulled on to one of their laps, and he kissed me, and put his hands between my legs. They did ask me if I wanted to stay, but only after he had been fingering me and by that time I said yes. I didn't get back to our flat until 5 in the morning, messy and sore, but with about the equivalent of 3 months wages as tips. I didn't tell my husband, and quit the job a few days later (also partly because the boss had told me I was 'one of them now' and to over charge customers after the first couple of rounds). I felt ashamed for years, and in the end, twenty years after it happened told my husband. He wasn't angry or anything, in fact at first he just didn't believe me. Later, when I finally convinced I wasn't making it up, he said he was proud of me for doing all the things | did so he could study (and he now has a very senior job in a corporation). In fact I soon realised that it turns him on, because he sometimes asks me to tell him about it when we are in bed, and one time had me role play with him as one of the business men. What I've never really told him was how good the sex was, because I'm still ashamed he would have trouble with that. In fact I only remember it all in a disjointed way, but when hubby is away and I need to relieve the stress of the day its that night I think about as I touch myself. Other than hubby I have never ever mentioned what happened to anyone.