A Housewife's New Career - Sex Stories

A Housewife's New Career

I'm Jodi and I met my darling husband Scott, while we were in college. Scott was studying business finance and was an excellent student. His ability to think outside the box while making investment decisions, helped him land a dream job in a large firm, right out of school. Things were going fantastic; Scott's career was taking off like a rocket, as he was very successful in helping clients choose the right investment for them, and soon was getting numerous referrals from client's that were elated with his attentiveness and his abilities to secure their financial futures. His practice was growing and he was very successful, earning substantial fees and commissions. We wanted for nothing. We had our choice of the finest cars, a beautiful and spacious house, vacationing at all the hot spots, and eating at lavish restaurants. We had it all! Suddenly the economy bottomed out, and Scott’s firm started downsizing. Although his practice was building rapidly, he was simply too new and his practice simply was not equal to others with more experience. They needed to let him go. At first we were not concerned. Scott received a great severance package. We felt we would be just fine, as we had substantial funds to live off of and we believed Scott should have a job in no time. It wasn’t as easy as we thought. Scott kept getting rejections and our money was being depleted. Scott kept selling our investment portfolio and savings, to pay off the bills that were piling up. Things were so dire ...

... that it looked like we could soon lose the house that we so loved. Scott and I were constantly bickering over our financial issues. We hit rock bottom and neither of us knew what we could do to correct this situation. My friends knew things were tough, but they had no idea just how serious it had become. Trying to help, my girl friends planned a night out that included dinner in the city and then maybe hit a few clubs after dinner. They knew I needed this, and although I knew we couldn’t afford it, I just couldn’t bring myself to say no. Because they were all still financially secure, the plans were to dine at Pastels, an upscale restaurant. I chose a short dark maroon dress, with matching black strappy heels. The dress was styled as halter with the front plunged below my navel, barely covered my breasts wearing it sans bra and showing off my tight abs. I wore a barely there black lacy thong. Strange, but that night I wanted to feel especially sexy, sensuous, and hell, even erotic. I also slipped my sexy, toned legs into a pair of sheer black thigh high stockings, with a pretty lace band at the top. The skirt to my dress was tight and emphasized my great ass and tight tummy. I felt delicious! As I made my way into town, I decided to stop for a drink at the Blackmore, a five star hotel a few blocks away from the restaurant. I walked into the cocktail lounge of the hotel and found it to be fairly empty, except for a couple, totally involved with each other, and a couple of men ...