This is my side of the story. It was desperate time for us and this is how we got through graduate school. Angela is also going to write her side of the story. Funny how we remember what happened a little bit different.
We met when we were in high school but got married after we were both older than 18. So, no one under 18 was involved in any part of this story where sex was involved.
Being from Ukraine, I saw my parents work 12 or more hours a day, six and sometimes seven days a week, just to put a roof over our heads and food on the table.
In school we learned about America. Since I was little all I ever dreamed about was going to America.
So, you can imagine my joy when I turned 18 and got a student visa to study in Portland, Oregon, USA. The first flight landed in New York City. When I got to the gate for my flight to Portland, I had to get a seat because one was not assigned to me. Apparently my English was not good, because they couldn't understand what I was trying to say. That is how I met Angela. She came over and asked in Ukrainian what I was trying to say. So I explained how I needed a seat. She then asked the lady if we could get seats together.
The whole flight from New York City to Portland, Angela and I talked. She was in her Junior year, also from Ukraine, and had been in the US about a year. She helped me with my English and told me about Portland.
After Angela turned 19 we started getting serious. She was a US citizen so a year later when we got married, it made it much easier for me to become a naturalized citizen.
I graduated from Portland State University when I was 22 and got excepted to Harvard Business School to get my MBA. We moved to Boston and found a great little place. Rent was reasonable. Angela found a job as a legal secretary while I attended Harvard.
Now here is where the story really begins. I had finished my first year and was about half way through my final year. School was difficult but with hard work and long hours in the library I was able to keep my grades up. But then Angela's job cut her to part time. We started getting behind on our rent and bills were piling up.
I told Angela that I needed to drop out of school in order to help earn money, but she convinced me that we would be better off if I stayed in school.
Now Angela is a beautiful girl. She is 5' 5", weighs about 115, has dark brown silky hair. She is training to run in the Boston marathon. So you can imagine, she has a physically toned body. The best thing about her is her smile. I love to see her smile. She is so beautiful when she smiles.
One day our landlord came to the door, matter of factly tells us we were two months behind on our rent, and if we didn't come up with money he would evict us. This hit us like a ton of bricks.
Angela started to cry. I felt so overwhelmed, and didn't know what to do. There was no one from whom we could borrow money. I couldn't go to school and work at work at the same time. I was already struggling to keep up on my school work.
The next day at school, I asked some of the other students if they knew of a way I could make money. One asked if I did drugs, which I responded NO, NEVER.
After hearing several suggestions one boy who I knew pretty well asked about Angela. He had met my wife and told me he thought she was a beautiful girl. I told him she was doing the best she could to bring in money but her work had cut her hours and she hadn't been able to find anything.
Then he told me he would pay us to be able to "have" Angela. At first I thought he wanted her to do cleaning or cooking. But, he wanted to fuck my wife for money. As politely as I could, I told him we would think about it. He gave me his number and said, $100 once a week.
I put his phone number in my pocket, but I was really planning on throwing it away. There was no way I was going to ask Angela to sale her body. I would quit school first. She was a virgin when we married.
When I got home, Angela could tell I hadn't found anything. Again we talked about me dropping out of school, but she was sure that finishing school was the right thing to do. She said she would do anything to get us through the next year until I graduated with my masters.
As she is saying this I had my hands in my pockets. Without really thinking about it, I pulled out the piece of paper with Randy's number on it. When I remembered what it was, I had a weird look on my face. Angela asked me about it. We have never lied to each other, so I told her. Randy had offered to give us $100 a week to have sex with you. I told him no, never.
She got this distant look on her face, then looked me straight in the eye and said, that would solve our money problems. It would pay our rent, bills, and with what I bring in, we would even have a little spending money left over. This was back when $100 went a long way. She told me she would do it for me because she loves me and she believes in our future.
SHIT! My wife is willing to let someone fuck her for money. The problem was, that by that time we had really tried to think of every way we could to get money. Angela had put in 50 applications, we had gone to the well fare office, we had no other options. So when she said she would, I didn't say no. She went on to say that it was only her body and that her heart would always be mine. And, anyway, it would only be for a month, and then she would never do it again.
As she is telling me she is willing to sale her body for money, I am sitting there not able to think. She comes up to me and tells me how much she loves me and that she wants to help us get through this year. That is when I started thinking about Randy really fucking my wife. I am not willing to give her to him. I don't want them to go off together. I don't know how this would work. Angela convinces me to just call him and talk. Don't promise anything "yet." SHIT, she is really thinking about doing it.
