There is no under age sex in my stories.
When I was in the Army a few years before I was married I was on leave in Amsterdam and I was having a beer in a small Guest house (bar) and talking to a young woman who was bartending there. She was an average looking young woman of maybe 25 or so. We were just chatting away and I ask her if she was born and raised in the area.
"Oh, no I am a country girl from east of here several clicks. and I came looking for my fame and fortune."
"And so did you find it?"
"No, I found something much different than I expected. Something much more real. I came into this very place and had a drink. A sexy wonderful man was here where I am now and we chatted, I flirted and we became friends. And I awoke the next morning in his bed with him."
"So you have been here every since?"
"I had much to learn from my ignorant youth. My being just 18 and out on my own for my first time. I had no idea that the men who are of very dark skin tend to be Pimps. I had just a bit of sexual experience of kids. And for the first time I was pleasured by a grown man who knew what he was doing and I fell for him big time. He kept me in his bed doing things I have never dreamed could be done."
"So he turned out to be a pimp?"
"I was so stupid, I am not a beautiful woman. Very average in most respects. But he teased me along. His suggestions of friends being so interested in me. And as I came to need to please him by doing as he wished, I soon found myself pleasing several men and when he told me we could make a good bit of money? It didn't sound so bad. We could live much better."
She told me it was a very usual story of how young women became to work in the sex trade. I told her I found it a very sexy story. She in turn told me I needed to bring my wife back some day and let her try it and then see how sexy it was.
I filed that one away. Nearly ten years went by before I thought about that story again. I don't remember what jogged my memory of it, but when it happened I had trouble getting it out of my mind. Jena and I had been married nearly nine years when the memory came back of that story and we were talking of a honeymoon and a renewal of our vows. And that is when I began to plot and plan.
First I need to tell you that I am my wife's one and only lover. Jena was a minister's daughter. She was raised so strictly it is very unusual how strict her parents were. I thought she was a virgin on our wedding night. In contrast my wife has the body and looks of one of the most beautiful women on earth. Her figure is as nearly perfect as can be. And her features are also as perfect as even God could have made to be perfect.
So how could a man in his right mind even begin to think of turning his wife into a prostitute? And a woman as beautiful and pure as my wife Jena? But we were raised much differently. My family is rich. I was raised by a father who has been I am sure a cuckold and my mother has been blessed with his love of her enjoying her freedoms. My mother is nearly as beautiful as my own wife in her beautiful body and face. I have two half brothers and a sister who are biracial. All three have different fathers with my mother.
My wife was very shocked the first time she came to my parents home. My mother never wears clothing. She answers the door naked every time. I am not sure how many people have seen her beauty but I know all of their neighbors see her nearly daily. All three of my siblings are over 18 now and she parades freely before her sons and her daughter. My half sister also very seldom wears any clothing at home. and she is beautiful too.
My mother has encourages my wife to discard her clothes while she is at their house from the beginning. She has encouraged her that the freedom of nudity is fun.
My wife protested that being nude in front of my father, Paul and my brothers would seen wrong.
"Oh my dear they are so used to my nudity here they will likely never notice after your first time, you will enjoy the freedom of it."
We had been married for over four years when my wife and mother were gone up stairs for some time before I could here them coming back down stairs. Mother rounded the corner going to the kitchen and I saw a flash of a second nude behind her. I wondered who else was here as it could not be my Jena. Dad and I got up at about the same time and I let him go for the beers.
I soon heard him talking to Mom and someone else.
"My girl it should be illegal for you to wear clothes you are beautiful. I want the boys to see you right now. Boys, boys come to the kitchen now."
