Two nights later she left the house with a small suitcase, a bag with makeup and toiletries, and a new dress over one arm. It was a dress she had modeled for me and it inspired orgasms from simply viewing it on her. It looked as if it had been put on wet, then let dry. It showed every crease, every curve, every body contour she had been born with and then let mature. It was the sexiest fucking dress I had ever seen, on anyone, period.
When she returned the next morning she had that I've-just-been-fucked look on her face that said it had indeed been a successful evening. I asked how her night had been and she beamed me a smile. I had spent the night thinking about all she had been paid for, everything she'd willingly done for money, and I had imagined every possibility.
I had seen her being fucked and ravaged, admired and ogled, pawed and paid, and the best part for me was the getting paid part. "Any interesting clients?" I asked.
"They all were," she said with a naughty grin that made it clear she liked her work. On the way to the bedroom she said over her shoulder that she was 'beat' and went into the bedroom and slipped off the dress that had left me breathless. "I have had every hole prodded, poked, and patted," she said as I watched her climb into bed. In less than a minute I was watching her sleep. "Goodnight my lovely little prostitute," I said to the sleeping woman in our bed.
The next day, after breakfast and a long and indulgent shower, she told me in detail about her night. One man had fucked her from behind, he liked to yell cowboy slogans as he pumped into her pussy from his knees at her bottom. One wanted her to dress like a nurse and let him reach up her dress, a nurse's outfit he brought, and finger her pussy as she stood beside the bed, having no panties to prevent him from easily finding her pussy.
"Anyone just want regular old, straightforward fucking?" I asked. She said most, then she laid out a roll of bills and spread them out on the table. She quickly counted them and held up three fingers. "Three dollars?" I said sarcastically.
"Three thousand," she said with a wide smile. "That's three with three zeros."
In her second week in the 'profession' she had brought home eleven thousand and forty dollars, and on the weekend we had one of the best sex sessions I had ever experienced in my relatively short married--and before that--bachelor life. She seemed to know things about sex I had never even guessed at. We fucked and sucked and licked to our hearts content for over an hour, then slept it off in exhausted slumber. I had thought fucking for a living might slow her down, decrease her interest in sex, make her not want my affections, but in seems to have enflamed her, given her libido a boost and heightened her interest in homegrown fucking. It is a wonderful side effect of having a whore for a wife.
She and Cheri were sitting in our kitchen chatting about the weather, politics, other professional women, and eventually, the Raiders football team's move to Las Vegas of all things, then I heard them begin to talk about one of their mutual customers, a man who employed them both at once. He was a very rich man who paid breathtaking amounts to screw them both at once.
They had become far more successful as a team, and Claire was more cheerful, more buoyant than I had ever seen her, and her success had raised her disposition to a level I had never seen. Being a prostitute had made her into a woman I hardly recognized. Her fucking other men for capital had transformed her into a confident, cultured, and successful woman of means.
I made love to her with a new passion, one that was built on the knowledge of her sexual success with men every night during the week, she took off weekends, and I was amazed at how well I accepted her new personality, her renewed passion for sex, and what she did for a living.
Claire and Cheri and I went for a three day vacation to Tahoe and my wife asked me if I minded her friend sharing a room with us at the hotel. I agreed, and found another unexpected change that had occurred in my wife's sex life. It seems that she and her fucking partner had also found same-sex love while they worked their way through the men of central California.
On the second night in Tahoe Claire informed me that she and Cheri would be sleeping together and I was welcome to join them if I wanted to. We had a suite apartment and two king sized beds. I was told, by experts, that the bed would easily accommodate three people if I chose to join them. It wasn't a "could we" and I understood it wasn't up for discussion.
That night I received a hardy kiss from Claire, before she turned to Cheri and began kissing her "coworker" with eagerness and passion. I watched as they move into a sensuous sixty-nine position and began eagerly feasting on the other woman's pussy. I actually sat back and watched them pleasure one another with their lips and tongue, holding their partner's legs apart and pushing their faces against the other woman's sex.
I had never seen a same sex session so spectacular, not in porn, my imagination, or in magazines. Claire and Cheri simply devoured each other's vagina in a raging and powerful sexual display. She they had each come explosively, they moved to each side of me and began working with those lips and tongues on my very erect and eager penis. One would bob her head up and down a few times on my shaft, then the other would take over and do the same, pleasuring me beyond anything I had ever experienced in all my life. Two women pleasuring me with their mouths was far beyond anything I had ever hoped for, or even fantasized about happening.
I came after less time than I had hoped, and when I did my head went light and I thought I might pass out. They continued to suck me, and I had to hold them off because of how sensitive my dick had become. Having a wife who made her living fucking guys for money certainly has its advantages, and I had never anticipated benefitting from her career choice.
It has been years since my wife announced she was going into business with Cheri, and the income has been substantial. I am now the happy husband of a resort whore, and we call it like it is, because she has become an independent woman, an independent contractor, and a loving wife with a lucrative income and steady business. I didn't expect to be so rich at the hands of my life partner, and I didn't expect to acquiesce to being the husband of of whore. It has not been as hard as I expected it to have been for her to be fucking for a living, and I can say now, without reservations, that I am clearly okay with other men spending time in my wife's pussy.
