Jenna sat at her desk interviewing another young Mormon wife. It wasn't that Jenna preferred hiring young Mormon wives, but that her clients couldn't get enough of them. Cathouse Tuesday wasn't another typical Nevada whorehouse. The girls weren't street hookers parading around inside wearing revealing clothes and talking dirty. These were genuine mostly blonde haired, blued women that were someone's wife, some child's mother.
Kelli was local, lived only minutes from the location.
"I've lived here all my life, on the same farm. Married my husband, my dad took him on as a partner at the farm. In typical Mormon fashion my Dad thinks he's a God himself. My husband as a partner gets us a mobile home to live in and an old farm pickup to drive to town and to Church. Very little cash although Dad throws us a bone from time to time to keep my husband from telling him to fuck off and leaving."
Jenna's eye brows raised a little at the "fuck off" comment knowing how religious these women could be when they would come to work. This Kelli may be a little spit fire.
"I've driven by here so many times since you opened and heard what goes on inside."
Kelli looked around the office and into the lobby just outside the office window. She didn't have an appointment and Jenna graciously agreed to see her.
"Could I do this? Could I let a man fuck me, cum in me for money?"
She was asking herself that question while Jenna was studying the young wife.
The word was out that the job was good money. A hundred dollars to fuck some man she hoped would be a stranger less the twenty percent for the house. Kelli heard there were some pretty good tips. Some of the women could get a premium price as well. Hell, rumor had it that half of the women in the area had turned tricks for money under the protection of Jenna and the infamous Cathouse Tuesday.
"Let me ask you this, is this strictly for the money or is the honeymoon over and you'd like to get some strange cock? This would be a good way to do it and make a little money to get your husband's approval? You will have your husband's approval, won't you?"
Now Kelli was nervous. She would never tell her husband, but the strange cock had a lot of appeal after five years on the farm and him mounting her from above and just pumping away until he got what he wanted. Yeah, that and three kids in five years! She had done her duty!
"Well, yes ... " Kelli stumbled with her words. "Some strange cock would be a good plus to the situation."
"Honesty! I like that!" Jenna smiled. "How active would you want to be? Basically, how much money do you want and how often do you want to do it?"
"I guess." Kelli blushed. "As often as I could and as much as I can."
"Some wives say once a week or once a month would cover the bills or buy what they want. Then they get into every week and several times a week and then multiple clients per night. I've got girls that get 1099's for thirty to fifty grand per year. Do you think you would be a thirty to fifty grand per year girl, Kelli? I mean you are cute enough and have the figure for it if you want it to turnout that way."
"Oh, gosh! Thirty to fifty grand. That's more money than we ever dreamed about. Golly ... how many men would that be?"
Kelli's head was swimming about all that cock.
"Well, minimum scale, and I think you would do better than that, Kelli, would be ten guys per week times fifty two weeks would be Forty-One Six. Do you think you might be a Forty-One six Mormon wife, Kelli?"
"Oh, Crap! I never gave any thought to that many men inside me."
"I just testing you to see if you really wanted a job or just some now and then adventure. Of course, it wouldn't have to be a man a night. Most of the women come in two or three nights a week and do multiple men. That way they have most nights home with their husbands and kids.
"Oh, fuck! That sounds even more incredible."
"Then we have some that work nights elsewhere and come in after work on their nights off. Some of them are single. Most are married. For the singles ones it's better than dating and there is the money part of it. Really popular with the divorced ladies. The nights the ex has the kids Mommy is out here fucking a couple of guys."
Kelli sat with the image of all those cocks and all those dollars signs rushing through head when Jenna made the offer.
"So Kelli, how many nights would your husband want you to work?"
"Well, I'm guessing two maybe three. We've really only discussed doing it and if I would, not so much the details. How does it work anyway?"
"We usually don't have but a few girls hanging around the lobby. And, it's always pretty discreet. It's mostly who is too extra horny that night to stay at home with the family. One time here and the a guilt trip at home will mess up your marriage. Be absolutely certain that both of you are on board and get back to me."
Jenna stood up to indicate the interview was over. It looked to Kelli that she was in after a reaffirmation with her husband. Now it was time to go home and seal the agreement with him. The feeling in Kelli's mind was "fretful" to say the least.
Kelli drove home to her parent's house to pick up her kids. Her mother would shit if she knew her daughter had just been to a whore house to get a job even though it was "The Whorehouse" in the area. Getting accepted at Cathouse Tuesday would be an honor like making captain of the cheerleader team, which Kelli had been three straight years in high school.
"Everything okay in town?"
"Sure, Mom. Fine."
Kelli was realizing how wet he was in her panties. The lie while looking her Mom in the eye and then seeing the faces of her babies happy to see Mommy didn't bother her a bit. She was headed down a path and some deception towards her loved ones wouldn't be a bother to her.
As she drove up to their trailer she was thinking she wanted to fuck enough guys to get her out of the place. Maybe not so much move from the farm, but get a new trailer, maybe a doublewide. This one had been home to farm hands for twenty some years and needed to be burned to the ground and replaced.
She carried the two youngest inside with the oldest following behind. She looked the place over and spoke to herself under her breath, "Yes, I've definitely need to start fucking some guys. Her panties got a little more damp. It was a night she hoped her husband wouldn't be out in the fields too late. She started dinner with the idea of finishing it when he came in.
As soon as her husband came in, dirty from the fields, she gave him a hot "fuck me" kiss.
"Wow, what's that all about?"
It's not that she hadn't given him a hot "fuck me" kiss before. This was a hot "fuuuuck me" kiss.
"I did it! I stopped in there today! I did it!"
He took a quick glance at the kids.
"I never thought you would do that. I thought you were messing with me. Jesus, Kelli!"
"You were all for it! Jenna is so nice and it's eighty dollars every time someone ... " She looked at her kids to see they were not listening. "Fucks me!"
"I mean ... did you sign up or something already? You didn't ... uh ... you didn't ... you know ..."
"No silly! It was just an interview." Then in almost a whisper, "It's not like I'm some kind of whore!"
Then she realized what she had said and giggled. He gave her a blank stare.
"Come on, Honey. You said it would be okay. We've got to get the kids out of this shit hole."
Justin knew by the rumors that he wasn't going to be the only guy with a wife fucking guys for money. It seemed a little different with the reality staring him in the face. Yet, there wasn't any challenging her enthusiasm. His wife was going to do this.
"What do you do next?"
"Get your okay for certain. No hard feelings, no hatred because some guy fucked me, no jealousy."
"I can't clear it on no hatred, no jealousy. I'm going to be jealous, but I won't be kicking some guy's ass for fucking you!"
"Okay. I'm going to call Jenna. I love you!"
There was some commotion and laughter and then the call ended.
"As soon as we eat I'll go over there. You can catch the dishes and put the kids to bed."
Justin looked a little stunned.
"You're gonna ...?"
"No, fill out some papers and have some photos taken for the catalog."
"There's a catalog?"
"Well, it's for their office. It's not online or anything. Customers browse the catalog and Jenna's husband calls for the girls to come it. That way I can be with you guys more rather than sitting around half naked with men looking at me."
Again, the idea made sense, but left her husband stunned with the idea of men looking at his wife in a hooker catalog.
With dinner over Kelli appeared from the bedroom wearing a regular dress like she would wear to church and light makeup.
"I thought you'd look a little more like a prostitute. I mean ... well, I meant it in a nice way."
"I'm sure if there was a nice way to say the mother of you kids looks like a prostitute, then you nailed it. The reputation of the place is that you are fucking somebody's otherwise innocent wife, mother of children, a church lady, not some nasty hooker off the street."
Isn't it a little late to be going over there?"
"Late to go over there? No they are open until one in the morning. This is the start of prime time, Sweetie!"
When Kelli got there Jenna hugged her and then held her back to look at her.
"Something wrong? Should I have worn anything else?"
"No, that's perfect. Absolutely perfect just the way you are!"
Jenna took her paperwork and identification information. She led Kelli to the main lobby area to a man behind a desk. The desk looked like a control room at an airport.
"This is my husband Porter, Kelli. He has the camera set up in room three for your photos."
Porter led her back to room three. Most of the other doors were closed.
"Let's start with an aloof smile and look slightly away from the camera."
A couple of shots later.
"Okay. Glad you didn't wear your Jesus Britches. Take off the underwear and put the dress back on."
Kelli looked shocked and looked around the room for some privacy.
"If you think about it, in the next few minutes you'll be opening up to show the camera all you've got."
The young wife blushed and pulled down her panties and tossed off her bra. Porter couldn't take his eyes off her. Kelli labeled him a "tit man" and the verified that judgment as his eyes remained focused on her perfect natural C-Cups.
