"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked to be certain she agreed. "I hope you have some idea of what's going to happen tonight, don't you?" She looked up at me with her tearful eyes. "Yes..., yes I do. I'm scared, but I have too."

I'm not quite sure why she was submitting herself to this. It seemed like she was afraid of her own husband and what he might do. In any case, I gave her directions to my place and off we went.

Later that evening at 9pm I was waiting for her. I heard a knock at the door. It was Linda. She walked in wearing a sexy, tight-fitting sweater and pair of blue jeans. Her attire really showed off her figure.

It was at that point in time that I had a much closer look at her. Incredible! She was simply gorgeous. She was maybe 5' 5" and no more than 115lbs. Her light brown hair was shoulder length and as I scanned down her body I was taking in the fact that my hands were going to be feeling those nice full breasts and that ass. My God, what an ass I thought, as I stared at her perfect rear end stuffed in those blue jeans.

We went into the living room where I sat down. Linda was standing there in the middle of the room waiting for the next step of her unfortunate turn of events for the day.

I didn't waist any time. Why prolong the agony for her. She knew what was going to happen. I could see the shock of reality setting in when I said, "okay Linda, take everything off."

I sensed the blood draining from her face. Hearing my demand made her realize that what she had agreed to do was really happening. She was going to strip in front of a complete stranger and have sex with him. She was dazed momentarily until I spoke again. "Take your clothes off. I want to see your pretty naked body."

Slowly, Linda began unbuttoning her sweater. One at a time each button slipped through the hole until it fell open. Then she pulled it delicately over her shoulders, dropping it to the floor. She was so scared that she was trembling. Her whole body was shaking.

"Do you want to change your mind?" I had to give her one more opportunity to call this off.

"No... I'll keep going." It was hard for her to get those words out.

She continued with my request, unsnapping her jeans and pushing them down to the floor. I was watching with my eyes glued to her body as she stepped out of them.

"My God, what legs!!" I thought to myself.

"Keep going," I urged her on.

I could see some tears flowing down her cheeks. I knew she was totally embarrassed stripping for me. She was recently married and apparently a good girl and a faithful wife. Stripping for strangers and acting like a slut was something totally out of character for her. But here she was, doing just that. Somehow she got herself into this and there was no turning back.