All I Ever Wanted For Christmas Was A Stay At Home Housewife

I'm a little older. In my late teens and early twenties I was an exotic dancer and cocktail server, at a private club in Atlanta. The men, equaled money. I bonded with the other girls. I loved exposing myself along with them, I have a hard preference for a given type of girl. That said, it's more than her type, I need warm and affectionate, a 'stay at home' personality. I want a 'wife' not a girlfriend. And it never escaped me I was working with prostitutes dancing topless and pleasing men in the back rooms. None of us were virgins.

I aged out, twenty five is old, thirty ancient. These men want young, seventeen their favorite. Blonde, blue eyes, firm tits, barbie pussy. They paid good money, we aimed to please. My early girl days I was cheerleader.

I'm now with a wife, a younger woman, twenty two, I met at the club. She should never have been there, prostitution was never her thing. But the money paved the way for her. It was love at first sight in the dressing room, embarrassed to uncover her tits in a room of nothing but tits. I took her under my care and kept her out of the backrooms. But I wasn't able of keeping men off her, my true love is not a virgin.

I inherited some money, enough to buy a place of my own. I work for a modeling agency for the naughty girl business, she is my housewife.