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My Wife, My Whore

Date: 6/13/2016, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: MasterJonathan, Rating: 30, Source: LushStories

"Well, she was sort of self-employed. An unusual job that she didn't tell a lot of people about. In fact no one knew about it except me. I was Tina's roommate and her best friend and she told me everything, but no one else," Cindy said. Now I was intrigued. "What did she do?" I asked again. "She, uh..." again Cindy hesitated. "She was a prostitute. I mean, she didn't call it that. She described what she did as being a 'party girl,' never anything else." I was stunned. "Did her husband know about her being a prostitute - I mean a party girl?" I asked. "I don't think so, at least not before they were married. He may know now, I don't know. I was the only one she told about it at the time, though. She said she got into it through a friend and only worked on weekends so she could study and stay in school. Some weekends she said she made $1500.00 or more." "My God. That's a lot of money. Was it dangerous?" "No, not for her. She was very careful. She was on the pill and she made sure the clients always wore a condom," Cindy said. "Was there a pimp or something to protect her? I mean I've heard that prostitutes get beat up a lot," I said. "Well not in the TV show sense, no. There was a guy who set up her party dates and he made sure things were safe for her. He took a small cut, naturally, but he was pretty good to the girls. They got to keep most of the money they worked for, unlike some of the pimps we hear about who take a lot bigger chunk of their pay," she said. I was still so ... intrigued, I had almost forgotten that Cindy had brought up this subject thinking she might take this up herself. "Did she fall for any of her clients? You know, get emotionally involved?" "No, never. It was just sex. A business deal. She made sure it never got personal." "Did she enjoy it? I mean, did she...?" Cindy looked embarrassed. "Well, I never really asked her that point-blank, but she told me she had a good time, yes." "My God! You mean she came? She had orgasms?" My wife looked uncomfortable for a moment. "Yes, I guess so," she said, looking down. "She was nineteen or twenty back then, same as me. And we both were dealing with our hormones," she said. "I see." Finally I remember why Cindy had brought the subject up. "Well, I think the whole idea is crazy, and don't want you to even consider it." "Okay, darling. It was only an idea." We embraced and kissed and dropped the subject. We went to bed that night without talking about it any more and forgot about the whole conversation by morning. It was several weeks later before the idea surfaced again. Our money problems had worsened when one of the few jobs we had lined up at work backed out because they didn't have the money to do the work. Then my truck's transmission decided it didn't want to play anymore, so there was another bill we had to pay. I needed my truck for work and it was also our only vehicle. I had a friend fix it, and he knew our situation so he didn't pressure me for the money, but I still wanted to ...