Confession Of A Former Escort

I met my husband when I was working as an escort. I was seeing men frequently out of a hotel where he was a security guard. For obvious reasons I was a little afraid of him, and tried to avoid him, but I'd seen him around a lot and though he was very handsome. I thought he looked a little like a modern Viking.

One night I went out to my car and he was standing beside it. I was afraid I was about to be told not to come back or to be blackmailed. He seemed uncomfortable as he explained that he was newly divorced and that he'd like to see me somewhere outside work. He added that he'd never "done anything like this before." I told him that he still hadn't since I was off duty. But as I mentioned, he was handsome, so I agreed to meet with him after his shift. At Waffle House, of all places.

So we did, and he was very nice, a little nervous. He told me that he really wanted his own contracting business but that the cards hadn't been stacked in that way. I told him that I was at college for a business and accounting degree and that I would graduate soon and go to work for my mom's tax prep business.

He asked if I would come home with him. I decided that I would because he was good looking and seemed normal. We went to his apartment, which was practically empty because he'd just moved in. But there was a bed. We were both looking to have some fun because of his divorce and my pending graduation. So we had sex, and it was good. I left, not really expecting to see him again, outside work.

Sometimes I did see him. Our eyes always met, but he was a security guard and I was an escort so we largely avoided each other as much as we could. I always hoped to find him standing by my car again, but I never did.

Fast forward a few months. I was graduated and working for my mom. I had quit the escort business but I was bored out of my mind. It was around the 4th of July because my parents had a big party planned and I decided I'd see if Eric would be my date. He seemed surprised when I showed up at his door, but agreed to be my date for the party.

The day came. We spent it getting to know each other better in a more normal circumstance. But I was horny and so was he, so we sneaked off and I gave him oral sex, because he'd mentioned it was something that his ex wife would never do for him. We ended up at his apartment again after the party, and had sex again.

Long story short, two years later we were married. We are living a quiet, respectable life now in suburbia. No one has the faintest idea how we met. My mother still doesn't know I was an escort.