I am kinda whoring myself for my husband’s sake. I am turned on by it.

I am 42 year old married woman. I have two son’s. I am a fairly “robust” woman. I have a healthy figure. I am 6 foot tall and i have a very large breasts , side hips and big butt. They make me look huge. I’ve always had big boobs. I easily had the largest chest in my high school. But I was one of the “lucky ones” that’s never had her boobs or butt grabbed, touched, or jiggled before i moved here in this small town. I’m too intimidating. Probably because of my social status, my size and my bitch resting face. I apparently intimidated a lot of people which discouraged harassment.

I often feel powerful and confident, thought sometimes I feel like I can be accidentally intimidating (I’m 6 foot tall”). I’ve learned to be a little extra friendly or goofy with new people so they don’t get that impression.

When I’m feeling low self esteem sometimes I feel too big, and get very self conscious about being larger than other women. But usually I can get out of that headspace by putting on a badass outfit that only a very tall statuesque woman could pull off.
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I moved here in this small town with my family about 7 months ago. My husband was a successful businessman. I come from old money. I grew up rich. I admit that i am used to a lot of money and expensive things because of this. We moved here because is very near our son’s boarding school. We bought a house. I am dressing up everywhere (even for grocery shopping ). The whole shebang, satin/leather/shiny pants/skirts, satin/silk blouses, pantyhose, shapewear, high heels, full make up on, be it morning, noon or evening.
Most of my outfits are well-coordinated in terms of color
I love my style and get lots of compliments on my clothes. . But I moved here in this town about 16 months ago. I moved here because is very near my son’s boarding school. My clothing makes me stick out like a sore thumb in this town. I am always dressed up to the max, on high heels, full make up on.

However, some acquaintances here in this town think I overdress for daily activities.
On the other hand I feel confident this way, so i don’t want to dress down . .

I am extremely arrogant. And I mean in-your-face arrogant. I literally think i’m amazing and I can do anything I want. Other women seem to either hate me or go out of their way to compete with me. Politically, I am a Republican. I have a very difficult time making females friends. One of my former female friends blocked me unexpectedly, even though she owes me money. Interestingly, she didn’t block my husband and makes payments to him. When I asked her why she blocked me, she just ignored me. .

About 3 months ago my husband started painting. It became his passion and all and I wanted to see him happy. I wanted to get his art into the local art gallery. The gallery owner is this skinny really short like 5 ft 3 ugly pale face creepy brown eyes thin lips light brown haired with Chin-Length haircut kinda masculine woman in her late 50s Gwen . About a month ago i went to the gallery. I was wearing a black and white striped long sleeve satin blouse buttoned up to the top tucked into black leather leggings and 5 inch heels black shoes. I had my long black fur coat over my shoulders. I had full make up on. This small pale woman Gwen was there outside . I got out of the uber. She was measuring me with her eyes as surely as a seamstress measures before she cuts. I walked up to her and started persuading her to put my husband’s art into her gallery. Suddenly she said to me
“Those are perfect . Too perfect. Alright, I’m sorry, but they can’t be left alone.” Saying this, the small pale creepy Gwen, started to reach for my breasts ( her face was exactly the level of my breasts).

“Hey! I am not a touchy feely person!”i replied

“Yeah, but this is too good to pass up. Let me feel them for a bit. “she said.

“Okay you…..OH!” My train of thought and almost-acceptance of her proposal was interrupted by her small hands moving onto my breasts…. eagerly groping them. She used both hands to cup and squeeze my breasts. She rubbed her hands in little circles, intensifying the pressure, then backing off, then intensifying it again. This small pale creepy older woman wasn’t just grabbing my breasts. She was lightly massaging my breasts and admiring them. I was sighing occasionally, sometimes looking away, only to look back down at her hands doing their work on my boobs. These two women her employees were watching through the glass. They were shocked. I just met this weirdo small pale woman, but for my husband’s sake i decided to tolerate her groping. I’ve always had big boobs. I easily had the largest chest in my high school. But I was one of the lucky ones that’s never had her boobs grabbed, touched, or jiggled before. My lack of familiarity with this type of situation was not just limited to being groped either, as so far i had no involvement with lesbians at all.

It was just awkward. I was just standing there stiff as a board while she was feeling up my boobs . Also my coat was over my shoulders(balancing a coat on your shoulders isn’t easy. Your shoulders must remain lifted, keeping the luxe fabric from slipping off and down your back.) She finally stopped rubbing my breasts, put her small hands on my waist and suggested we should go inside. We went inside.

I took my coat off and hung it on a coat hanger by the door. The pale small pale Gwen walked towards her desk and sat on her chair. Her employees were obviously weirded out, but they didn’t say anything. So i just stood there in the middle of her gallery, while she was typing something on her computer. Then she said “Come round here. I scheduled your husband’s art show ”

I sighed and moved around mher desk to stand beside her. As i bent forward at the waist the small pale Gwen pushed her chair back a little to give me more room. Her re-positioning also gave her a much better view of my butt. I was bent over, with my ass jutting out towards her.

” thanks” i muttered under my breath .

I felt one of her small hands stroke over my right buttock. I grimaced slightly, without saying anything to the weirdo pale woman about her straying hand.

“Come in a little closer,” the pale small Gwen instructed as her other hand came up to my ass. She gave my bottom a lightly squeeze through my leggings, filling each of her palms.

“I think that’s it, thanks” I said after a moment more, during which her groping hands squeezed my ass.

“No need to thank me” the small creepy pale Gwen replied with a grin as she gave me a pat on my bottom. .

I quickly disentangled myself and moved out from behind her desk. Then she got up and approached me from behind. I gasped as she put her arms around my waist.

She then slid her hands up my stomach, and grabbed both of my breasts. I gasped, but otherwise did nothing, as the small pale old woman reached around and kneaded both of my breasts, lifting and squeezing them. My head was up and my chest heaved out, as i got goosed and tit – fondled. We were standing in the middle of her gallery. Her employees passed by, staring, then averting their eyes at the incongruous scene, the massive tall woman standing still, letting the small skinny old woman to fondle her breasts. They saw me standing there, my breasts being lifted, squeezed and jiggled, never trying to escape or force this weirdo woman away.

I had no defense against her hands. I was kinda hypnotized. She just kept rubbing, lifting and squeezing my breasts.
I felt vulnerable. I don’t understand why, but I offered to the small pale creepy Gwen that she could feel me any way she wanted for as long as she wanted and i wouldn’t try to stop her. She asked ” i can grab your breasts and ass, for as long as i want, and you won’t stop me?” I answered the only way i knew to avoid conflict. “yes, go ahead, touch me all you want, anywhere I swear, as long as i am fully clothed and you are touching me through clothes i don’t mind. I don t feel nothing. I am totally numb. I am a heterosexual woman ” She asked again,” are you sure about that?”
I was near hysterics now and i answered “yes, absolutely. you can touch all you want. But I gotta go now “.

“Don t worry , !”the small pale Gwen said and finally removed her hands from my breasts. As i walked off towards the coat hanger , she thanked me and went in the bathroom.