I've a 31 year-old married woman from a middle class family. I put myself through college first by waitressing, then as a shot girl in a shitty strip joint, then as a dancer in that same shitty strip joint, then as an "entertainer" in a high end club where I started having sex with customers in the cr. After awhile, I met a man who convinced me I could make a lot more money with less effort as an escort. I joined an agency and did pretty well. I was very cute and innocent looking and had a knack for making older men feel comfortable enough to relax and perform. My rates were high so I was blessed with a high end clientele from which I had a high rate of repeat customers.

Escorting started out exciting (I was so nervous the first few weeks) and after awhile I got to know the men and their likes and dislikes so well it became pretty mundane. I was good at it and worked to stay fresh so I kept pretty busy for a couple of years. I got used to the sex though (really appreciating the older men I was with who were far more unselfish than men my own age were) and graduated not owing any money and actually had managed to save some cash.

I got out of the business after graduation and ended up working outside my field in a law office specializing in disability. I got out clean. Nobody I knew had any idea other than that I had worked as a waitress and was very frugal in saving my tips. I met, dated and married a wonderful man and had two kids and now I work on appeals briefs part-time. My kids are now in day-care and pre-school.

Late last Summer, I did something stupid. We were hurting for money. With me only working part time and my husband being under employed, things were getting tough. I talked with my husband about my taking on more work which he was thrilled about. Unfortunately, there wasn't any real work out there where I could make decent money. I started thinking of those envelopes of crisp hundreds left on hotel dressers by those attentive and tender men who paid my way through school. The more I thought about it, the more I seriously considered calling my old agency. I knew I wasn't the cute innocent college girl I had been but I also knew that there was a market for attractive women my age. I called my old boss and talked with him at length. He was pretty eager for me to start up again as I had been a good earner. Just before Labor Day, I decided to let him post my profile and see what happens. I went in for the photos, signed on and waited for my first call. I was very worried that someone would find out. Escorting was a part of my past that no one knew anything about. I knew I was taking a huge risk but to be honest, It wasn't just about the money. I missed the attention as well. I love my husband but no one man can give a woman the varied attention I got from my many clients. I found I really missed it. I was stupid but I did it anyway.

Things went well. My clients are younger than they used to be mostly being married men in their thirties and forties who either aren't getting the attention they need at home or their wives have let themselves go and they want a thrilling experience with a well put together woman who doesn't say no to their desires.

This time the experience has been different for me as well. I find myself giving more attention to the clients and they less to me. I still enjoy it as my sexual tastes have evolved. I don't have to work as hard and be as patient because these men tend to get it up and keep it up and tend to really take charge. Some of these men have introduced me to some really rough sex which I've found I enjoy tremendously. My husband is a pretty pedestrian lover who I enjoy but the different types of desires my clients seek has opened me to a whole new sexual world.

Several men have paid me far above my regular rate to take part in things like bondage sessions, girl on girl sessions (including one man who paid me a thousand dollars to seduce his unsuspecting wife and have sex with her while he watched which was a great experience when it all worked out) and public sex and some want me to do more, a lot more.

Men are offering me large sums of money to spend weekends with them, to engage in group sex with them, to go to gang bang parties with them, to pose as their wives for swinger activities and one wants me to go on vacation with him for a week at a sex resort. He is a wealthy single man who enjoys have sex with married women. I am attractive enough to ensure that we'd be very popular at the resort and he'd be able to use me to hook up with the couples he's interested in.

I am very tempted by these offers. I could make a huge amount of money if I were to expand my services into these areas. I am still a very talented escort. I'm seriously considering taking up some of these men on their offers but I'm not sure how to proceed. How do I explain my absence from home to my husband?? How do I explain the money?? How do I cover my tracks?? I'm afraid it'll just be a matter of time before I slip up and I lose him and our life together. The escort life is only fun because I have a real life to balance it against. I like my real life better and don't want to lose it but I don't want to give up the opportunities escorting is giving right now. These opportunities won't be here much longer. I really want to take advantage of them now while I still can but I don't want to mess up my life.