Working Wife

This story follows my usual style of hotwife/cuckold genre and also expands on my love of sex work and the women involved in it. I've experienced a good few women who work in that industry and tried to make this as realistic to my own experiences as I have. Once again, if you don't like the cuckold, wife sleeping around genre, please scroll past rather than leaving abusive comments.

Mel

I fiddled with my wedding and engagement rings as I nervously stood outside the bedroom door. I was wearing a matching black bra and knickers with stockings and suspenders. I looked down at my body as I stood there and wondered why any man would want me. I had never managed to get all of my weight off after our 2nd child and was still a dress size 18 my belly wasn't flat and I had child-bearing hips. The only thing I liked about my body was my 40D boobs. My husband and the few previous boyfriends I'd been with loved them.  

I wasn't just having a few doubts so much as a full-on panic attack. The minute I opened the door I was looking at how our lives would change forever. Whether it changed for better or worse I had no idea, but it would never be the same. I could still back out. I could still turn around, get dressed, leave the flat, and never come back. Part of me wanted to run away from here, back to my loving husband and children.  

Jason was at home with our 5-year-old son. He knows that I'm here, and he has reluctantly accepted that I need to do this. It broke his heart when I told him that I had agreed to take this job, but he reluctantly respected what I had chosen to do. I could have turned around and gone back to him, and I probably should have.  

I didn't though. If I was being truly honest with myself I didn't want to turn back. As nervous as I felt there was part of me that wanted to do this. For whatever reason I had always been fascinated by prostitution and the women that sold their bodies. I turned the handle and opened the door and went through. I tried to look as confident and sexy as I knew how to be and uttered the words that would stay with me forever.  

"Hello babe, I'm Bella. Now what can I do for you today.'

With those words, I was now a prostitute. A hooker. A call girl. A whore. Call me what you want, but I was about to have sex with a man for money.  

2 weeks earlier

Jason

"I have no idea how we're going to make all of our bills this month," I said to Mel as I came in from work, "All overtime is off now at work, and there won't be any bonus this year. They're even talking about letting people go. I don't know what we're going to do."

"We'll think of something," she said to me while clearing up after a day of looking after our little boy Robbie.  

Mel worked part-time to fit around school hours as childcare prices in London meant that working full-time would see her earn even less. She had looked for weekend work and even took a few shifts in our local pub to help out. The money was awful though and it wasn't going to help us out of this hole.  

"I don't know what we're going to do," I went on, "There's more going out than coming in. Our parents can't help, and we're already up to our limits on Credit cards."

Mel looked worried as well. She understood the situation as well as I did, and she didn't have any more answers than I did. Over the next week we both scanned papers and searched the Internet for jobs. There was precious little around though. Most jobs were part time and zero hour contracts on minimum wage, and no guarantee or work.  

Things felt desperate.  

Mel 

Things weren't good at home. As much as Jason and I loved each other, the stress of our situation was taking its toll on us. Our sex life was non-existent, and Robbie was picking up on the obvious stress between us. We needed to do something.  

What happened was purely by chance, and it knocked me for 6.  

"You look like you've got the weight of the world on your shoulders love," Danni said to me as I dropped Robbie off at school.  

Danni was one of a group of Mum's that I knew from school. Her son Kai was in Robbie's class and they played together. She was a little bit younger than me at 28 and she always looked good. She was always dressed nicely and had recently had her boobs done. I had no idea how as her husband worked as a car mechanic, but they always had money.  

"Money worries," I told her, "Jason has lost all of his overtime and we're in the shit.  

I always felt that I could tell Danni anything. We met for boozy lunches and coffee and discussed everything. We knew everything that each other liked and disliked in bed and knew more about each other's husbands than most friends.  

"Coffee?" She suggested "My treat. I might have a solution for you."

My interest was piqued but before I could question her I had an excited Robbie hugging me to say goodbye. We both drove to our usual coffee shop and Danni ordered drinks and cakes. I was intrigued to hear what she had to say.  

"So what's this solution you have to our problems then?" I asked her as we settled in.  

"This goes no further than here," she told me. I nodded in agreement. "I'm working at a brothel."

"You're what?" I replied, nearly spitting my coffee out. Danni looked a little put out at my reaction initially. "Sorry, I didn't mean that to sound like it did."

"Don't worry, I kind of expected that reaction," she went on, "It's not your everyday conversation starter." 

"So how? When? Why?" I blurted out. So many questions were in my mind at her bombshell. I also now had that sinking feeling in my stomach. She suggested that I try this too.  

"Ok, so don't judge me and I'll tell you everything," she said, taking a bite out of her cake and preparing to tell me her story.  

"Of course, I won't judge," I told her, "I just wasn't expecting this."

Danni's facial expression softened as she started to tell me everything.  

"So 6 months ago Wayne lost his DJ job at Brown's," she started. I nodded as we used to go down there and dance on our girl's night out, "He used to pull in 300 quid a weekend playing there, so it made a massive hole in our finances."

I nodded and listened, trying to process what she was saying.  

"Anyway, after a couple of months we were about to go into a Debt management plan," she continued, "It was either that or lose the house. One of Wayne's mates from the garage is a regular at a brothel and knows the owner. He suggested that I talk to them about working there."

"So what did Wayne say to that," I asked her.

"He was horrified at first," she carried on, "But we were short on options at the time. We agreed that I should go and talk to them and at least find out what it was all about. So I went and had a chat with the woman who ran the house. She was lovely and had me meet a couple of the girls who worked there."

I was thinking ahead already. Could I do this? What would it be like? What kinds of things would she be doing? I continued to listen.  

"So the set up of the flat is just a couple of girls working, and punters just walk in without booking," she went on. "The split is 75/25 to the girls and they look after you too. They have a security man there at all times, and they have CCTV everywhere but in the bedrooms to deter anybody from trying anything silly."

"But how do you feel having sex with strangers like that?" I asked her, now genuinely curious as to what it was like.  

"It is weird at first but you get used to it," she said, now looking deeper in thought, "You harden yourself against it. Become a character instead of yourself. I'm Bambi when I'm working and I get myself into this role every time I walk into the room. It might sound silly but it works for me."

"How is Wayne coping with it?" I asked her,  

"It was a real struggle for him at first," Danni said, "But after a while, he got used to it. I can't imagine how it felt for him to be honest. I mean we've both been around a bit before we got together, and he's not the possessive type, but it's not easy for him."

"It would kill Jason," I replied, "Neither of us has been with many people. I just don't think he would cope."

"You'd be surprised," she carried on, "Men are strange creatures. He started to ask me things about what I was doing after a week or so. The sex we were having was incredible. We went from the usual married couple stuff to him not being able to keep his hands off me. We were fucking all the time. Then he asked me to be Bambi for him. It blew his mind. He wanted to know every little thing I was doing with my punters, and I'd give him a full service at least once a week. We're not just good now, we're better than we've ever been."

"Wow," was all I could muster, "I wasn't expecting this."

"You must keep this all to yourself," she told me before carrying on, "Life is so much better in every way for us. Money isn't a worry anymore and we're happy."

"How much can you earn then?" I asked her.

"As much as you want to earn," she said, "It depends on what you are prepared to do, and how many shifts you want to work. A basic 20-minute service with oral and sex is £50. Then things go up. If they want longer with you the price increases, and the more things you are prepared to do, the more you can earn."

"What do you mean?" I said, appreciating how naive I sounded.  

"It means how kinky you will be," she told me with a smile, "All intercourse has to be with condoms, but oral without costs more, if they want to cum on your body or face you charge more. If you'll do anal you charge more. Dressing up and role-playing costs more. Kissing is extra. There's so much scope to earn more."

My mind was now all over the place. Could I do things like that? What would Jason say if I told him? I ran through the things that Danni had said. I'd never let Jason or any boyfriend cum on me. I'd seen it in porn but nobody ever asked me to try it. I'd done anal once with my first boyfriend and once with Jason. I'd been drunk both times and it hurt. Could I do that with a stranger for money? I was horrified that I was even considering it at first, but I found myself feeling slightly turned on by the thought. That was a curveball.  

"Penny for your thoughts?" Danni asked me. I must have drifted off in my thoughts for longer than I thought.

"I don't know Danni," I said to her, "I just can't see myself doing it. I've only been with 4 men, and who on earth would want my mum's body? Look at me compared to you!"

"Don't you dare put yourself down," she scolded me, "You look lovely, and there are as many guys who come in wanting women with real curves as who come in looking for women like me. There isn't a shape of woman on this planet that won't get business." 

"Then there's Jason," I smiled at her comment about my shape appealing to some men and my mind wandered again, " I mean how would I tell him about this? It would kill him."

"Look take this," she said pressing a business card into my hand, "Take some time to think about it, and come in for a chat with Rachel. She runs the house. At least hear what she can offer and give it some thought."

I nodded and put the card in my purse. Dolls Massage had emblazoned on it. It was made to look like a 1920s film poster and just had a phone number and an address. What should I do? I had no idea, but I knew we needed to change something.

Jason

Mel was distant after she came back from the school run. I knew our money worries were playing on her mind. I'd had no luck finding any extra work and nothing felt like it was going to change.  

"What are we going to do?" I asked her.  

"I don't know," she snapped, "I don't have any idea how we're going to get out of this mess."

"It's not my fault," I replied, feeling like she was blaming me for our situation.  

"I'm sorry, I'm not blaming you," she said, "But I just don't know what the solution is. I'm scared."

Mel hugged me but still felt distant. We made love that night for the first time in a month, but it felt like her mind was somewhere else.  

We couldn't go on like this.  

Mel

I was already feeling guilty for even thinking about what Danni had suggested. I desperately wanted to tell Jason but couldn't bring myself to do it. We'd had sex the previous night but it had no spark. All I could think of was how I'd feel if it was a stranger on top of me. I felt flickers of excitement thinking of a stranger paying to have me, which was followed by extreme guilt when we were finished. How could I be thinking about having sex with other men when I had such a loving husband? And why did the thought turn me on?

I found myself calling Dolls Massage after I'd dropped Robbie off at school. I had no idea what I was going to say as the dialing tone kicked in.  

"Dolls Massage, how can I help?" The woman's voice answered.  

"Er, could I speak to Rachel please?" I stammered.  

"This is Rachel love," the broad London accent came back, "What can I do for you?"

"I don't know actually," I finally got some words out, "My friend Danni suggested that I call you as you might have some work available?"

"Just to be clear, we sell sex here," she replied, "I'm assuming Danni will have explained this, but I need to make it very clear as to what we do."

"She told me everything," I said to her.  

"Do you have any experience?" She asked me, "I'm guessing not as you sound nervous."

"No, I have no experience," I told her honestly, "I'm not very experienced at all if I'm being honest."

"Don't worry about that," She went on, "Loads of our clients love the more inexperienced girls. As long as you're enthusiastic, you'll make money."

"I'm not sure most of your clients would like my shape," I told her, "I never managed to get my weight down after I had my son."

"Don't you worry about that," Rachel said to me, "Trust me, every size and shape of a woman has a man that will want to be with her."

"Danni said that too," I replied, "I'm not convinced though."

"She's right, trust me," Rachel continued, "Look why don't you come down and see me tomorrow? I can show you around and you can see that the place isn't as bad as people would have you believe."

I found myself agreeing to go and visit. What was I even thinking? It was playing on my mind all night and I hardly slept. Maybe I was being paranoid, but I was sure Jason sensed that something was up. I just couldn't bring myself to say anything to him. Did I even want to do this? I had no idea at this point, and my head was all over the place.  

The following day I dropped Robbie off at school and talked to Danni again. She noticed that I was dressed more smartly than I usually would be on a school run.  

"Where are you going today then?" She asked me either a knowing look.  

"Alright, yes I'm going to see Rachel," I told her, fuming that I was that easy to see through.  

"Knew you would," she replied with a smug look, "Did you mention it to Jason?"

"God no," I said, "Not yet. I'm a long way from making any decisions trust me."

"Just a word of advice," she said as we parted, "Rachel is quite a sales woman. Listen to her, but don't be fooled into agreeing with anything until you've thought this through. And speak to Jason. Soon. You need to be in this together trust me. I've known married women do this before and think they can keep it from their husbands. It never works. Trust me."

I made my way to the flat with those words ringing in my ears. Only 24 hours ago I was living in our little bubble, yet here I was walking to a knocking shop to discuss a job. What the fuck was I doing?

"Hello Mel, so glad you came," Rachel's familiar voice boomed as she opened the buzzer door and I walked up the stairs, "I hoped we would see you. Danni has given you a glowing reference." 

"Thanks for having me," I responded, not knowing what to say at first, "I'm still not sure what I'm doing here yet."

"Don't worry, a lot of our new girls say the same," she said as we sat down in their living room, "Could I get you a cup of tea?"

The room was messy. A girl's belongings were on one sofa with makeup and clothes strewn across it. Rachel had a TV on and had her phone and an ashtray with many cigarette ends in it. The flat was clean though and you could smell the cleaning agents that they must use to keep the place hygienic.  

I could hear the faint groaning of a woman and the rhythmic banging of a bed. It was only 10 am but somebody was working. We sat and chatted for 10 minutes about nothing much before the buzzer went again. Rachel ushered the man into another bedroom and I heard her explain that Charlie was busy at the moment but she wouldn't be long. It struck me then how busy girls could be here. It was early in the morning but already Charlie was with a client and had one waiting. How many would she see by the end of the day?  

Charlie and her client soon left the room and I saw her kiss him goodbye at the door before entering the living room. She smiled and gave me a quick hello before Rachel told her that a guy was waiting in the 2nd bedroom wanting a full personal. Charlie can't have been much more than 21, heavily made up with a slim build. She looked like a porn star. Nothing like the 30-something mum I was. She quickly reapplied her makeup, put a couple more condoms in her little bag, and went to get him. Time was money. That was clear.  

"So let me explain how we work here," Rachel said once Charlie was gone, "We usually have 3 girls working a single shift. One will cover 10 am until 6 pm, one will work from 12 pm till close at 12am. One will cover 6pm till 12am. You would only cover the full 12 hour day once a week."

I just nodded and listened as she explained the workings of the flat.  

"Girls take the cut 75/25 so you can earn good money," she went on, "For example, a full personal as we call it is a 20-minute service for £50. That's oral and full sex. No frills, just a basic service. We then offer a 40-minute service where the guy can cum twice for £80, then £120 for a full hour. In that service, you would be expected to perform oral without a condom to completion, wherever he wants to cum."

"Ok," was all I managed as I nodded to show I understood. I only needed to listen.  

"We then get into the extras," Rachel continued, "Kissing is an extra £20, Anal is £50, if he wants to cum on your tits you can charge him an extra £10, and so on. There is a menu in each room with the basic prices, but the rest is up to you. The more things you do, the more you can earn."

Rachel passed me their price list and I had a scan down the list. OWO, A-Levels, Watersports, Rimming, and PSE. I guessed what a couple of them were, but didn't have a clue what most of it meant. I didn't want to seem naive, but I needed to show some interest and ask questions.  

"What does PSE mean," I asked her, "I've got to be honest that I don't know what a lot of this means."

"Porn Star Experience," she said as she lit a cigarette, "Don't worry, you'll get used to all of this. PSE is basically what you would see in a porn film. We charge £200 for an hour but it will include anal, pictures, although nothing with your face in. You get to check them before he leaves. And they'll usually want to cum on your face. It's anything goes basically."

I nodded again and took everything in.  

"Why don't I go through a profile for you?" Rachel suggested, "There's no pressure and I'm sure you'll have 101 questions at some point, and a chat to have with your husband, but if you decide to work here you'll be ready to go."

"I'm not sure it's a good idea," I said having a big moment of doubt, "And I don't know if any of your customers would want somebody of my shape. Look at Charlie, and Danni compared with me?" 

"Don't doubt yourself," she told me straight away, "I need women of all shapes, sizes, and ages here. My clients don't have a specific type. All kinds of women can earn money here. You look lovely, and you're the typical girl next door kind. You don't look like a hooker and that will be a huge selling point. Girls like Charlie are great, and they work hard, but looks wise they're ten a penny. Blokes have them once and get bored because there's always a new one coming along. Real women stay popular."

"You think I could be that popular?" I questioned her. Danni's warning about Rachel's sales ability was now ringing in my ears.  

"Of course you could," she said, "I've been here for years and seen all kinds come and go. I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it."

I smiled and felt good about myself for the first time in months. I knew what she was doing but I liked the feeling of being wanted.  

Rachel got her notebook out and wrote my name and phone number at the top of the page along with my age and marital status.  

"Let's get your profile started," she said looking at me and noting my rough height and dress size, "Marital status is a huge seller. Some guys have a thing about shagging somebody else's wife. They'll want your wedding rings on at all times. How many men have you slept with?"

"4, that's all," I replied.  

"Great stuff. We can market you as an innocent housewife who needs the work," she said, "Until the guys get to know you anyway. Have you slept with a stranger before?"

"No never," I replied, "All of my lovers have been boyfriends."

"How will you feel about having sex with strangers then?" She asked me. I knew the question would come up, "You need to understand that you could end up having something like 10 men in a day. Maybe more. It can be full on here. If you have any doubts then you need to ask yourself that question."

I had so many doubts. I appreciated her honesty though.  

"I honestly don't know yet," I answered her honestly, "There's so much to process."

"There is," she said, "So take your time and be honest with yourself when I go through the list of things we do." 

"Will you do oral without a condom?" She asked.  

"Yeah I'd not have a problem with that," I replied, trying to sound confident.

"What about having them cum on your face?" She carried on, "Tried that before?" 

"No, but I would do it," I said.  

"Great stuff," she continued, "Blokes love that so it's a common request. And you can charge more if you're not doing a PSE. How about dressing up? Uniforms and stuff?" 

"Yeah, no problem," I replied.  

"Anal?" She asked.  

"Don't know yet," I answered, "Can I say don't know?"

"Of course, no pressure," Rachel smiled again, "But I have to warn you that it's a big seller. I'm sure that comes as no surprise to you if you know what men are like!"

We both laughed for a moment and heard Charlie making a load of noise with her next customer. I felt that little flutter of excitement having just met the girl a moment before she went to fuck her man.  

"How about 2 guys at once?" Rachel asked me, "I assume you've never done it seeing as you've only been with boyfriends. But we do get some trade on a weekend where 2 lads want to share a girl. It's usually younger lads where they've had a drink, but they're usually pretty easy money."

"I'd probably do that," I said picturing myself between 2 guys both wanting a piece of me, "I've always been curious as to how it would feel."

"It can be a lot of fun," she smiled, "But also a bit awkward if the men aren't very good. Again it's good money though. How about girls, lesbian shows etc?"

"Don't know, not keen," I replied.

"Rimming?" Rachel went on.

"Sounds gross!" I said turning up my nose.

"Don't knock it," she grinned, "I'll put Don't know for now. Watersports?"

"Do people get off on that?," I replied, "I suppose I'd do it, but wouldn't want it on me."

"Good call. BDSM, and bondage?" Rachel continued.  

"No, not my thing." I was sure on that one too.  

"That will do for now," Rachel said closing her notebook, "I think we've got plenty to be going on with. I'll level with you Mel. You could make good money here. I'm thinking 500/600 per week if you said yes to anal for example. Maybe more. When could you work?" 

"I'd need to do evenings because of my little boy and my husband's work," I told her.  

"They will be popular shifts," she said, "As most girls want the busier evening shifts. But if you maybe did the 12 hour shift on a weekend if he doesn't work on Saturday or Sunday, I'd give you 2 evenings on week days."

I was seriously considering this now. It was in my head as to whether we could make this work and how much money I could make. 3 grand a month would be an end to our worries as I was only earning £500 per month with my part-time job. There was just the small problem of telling my husband. Then actually giving my body to countless strangers who were paying for the privilege.

I said goodbye to Rachel as I left the flat and promised her that I would get back to her within a week. Reality crashed down on me when I stepped outside once more. Why was I considering this? Jason would be horrified if he knew I'd even been inside such a place, let alone know I was considering working in one. I pushed it to the back of my mind as I got home, but the thoughts were spinning around my mind for the next couple of days. I had to find a way to discuss it with Jason.

Jason

I had this feeling that something was on Mel's mind when I got in from work. She was snapping at Robbie and seemed anxious. I put it down to our usual money worries and nothing more. I still had no answers as to what we could do, and it was weighing on both of us. Something seemed different though and I couldn't work out what it was.  

"What's bothering you, Mel?" I asked her in bed that night.  

"Nothing. Well, just the usual worries," she replied with her back to me.  

"You seem more stressed over the last couple of days," I went on.  

"What do you expect Jason," she snapped back, "We're fucked if I can't get a new job. Your boss has made it clear that your company is in the shit. So we're in the shit. I just don't know what we're going to do."

"I'm trying to find more work," I went on, "But it's just impossible at the moment."

"I know," she replied with tears in her eyes, "And I'm not having a go at you I promise. I'm just so scared that we'll lose the house."

I held her and tried to comfort her, but I had nothing to say that made anything better. We were in a hole.  

Mel

I should have just told him that night and got it off my chest. I felt like it was a weight pressing down on me. Day after day went by and I knew that our situation was dire, and I also had to let Rachel know soon. The more I thought about it the more I knew I had to do it. I had no option.  

I started running through scenarios in my mind where I was fucking strangers. I thought of nothing else. It was on my mind night and day. I spoke to Danni every day and her only advice was to speak to Jason immediately and not to bottle it up. Night after night went by though and I just couldn't.  

When day 7 came, I finally had to make a decision. It was now or never. I sat looking at my phone for hours when I needed to make up my mind. I just couldn't bring myself to call. When I finally hit the dial, I almost felt an out-of-body experience. It was like I was looking down on myself doing it from the outside.  

"Hi Mel, good to hear from you," Rachel said, "I'd started to think you weren't going to call."

"Sorry, I've had a lot to work through," I replied.  

"Yeah I get that," She said before pausing as if to prompt my answer.  

"I'm going to do it Rachel," I blurted out, "I want the job."

"That's great news," she replied, "But are you 100% sure on this? There's no going back once you've done it. Even if you don't stick at it, you'll have always done it. You'll have sold your body. Are you sure you can cope with that."

"I'm not sure about anything anymore," I said after a moment's thought, "But I'm going to do it. I'll find a way to live with myself. I won't let you down."

"Good to hear," she said, "And how has Jason taken it?"

"He doesn't know yet," I said losing my confident air, "That's my job tonight. I'm going to tell him everything tonight."

"Make sure you do," she warned me in a serious turn, "Angry husbands turning up to drag their wives home are bad for business. And security will deal with the problem if that were to happen. Be strong but understanding with him. Massage his ego because he's the best lover you could ever have. Be firm that this is your body and your decision. But also that he is the one that has your heart. They might get their 20 minutes with you, but he is the one you come home to." 

I nodded even though she couldn't see me. I agreed to visit the flat tomorrow to have some lingerie shoots done for their website and in-house file for the men to see. Everything would be discreet, but it terrified me.

I agreed that I would start on Friday night. I had 5 days. I would work the 6-midnight shift to ease me in. It was a short shift but would be a busy one when men came out of the pub wanting somebody to fuck. That somebody would be me.  

I now had to speak to Jason and break his heart.  

Jason 

Mel cooked a lovely meal that night and had Robbie in bed early. I sensed that something was up but had no idea what. We ate and got through a lot of small talk and I had the feeling that Mel needed to tell me something. Was she leaving me? Was she cheating on me? My mind was racing, but I had no idea about the bombshell that was about to land on me.  

Mel

I had to find a way to tell him. I knew how much this was going to hurt him, but I had to do it.  

"I need to tell you something Jason," I eventually plucked up the courage to tell him, "You're not going to like it, but I ask you to hear me out and let me explain myself."

Jason nodded and looked pensive. My heart was pounding and it even dawned on me that my marriage could be over once I said what I had to say.  

"I'm starting a new job in a Massage parlour on Friday," I blurted out. I looked at his page as he processed what I said. I think at first he thought I was going to be a receptionist or something, but as tears welled up in my eyes the realization hit Jason. "I'm going to be a prostitute Jason. I'm going to sell my body for money so we don't lose our house."

Jason took a long sip of his drink but wouldn't look me in the eye. His facial expression went from hurt to anger to resignation. He didn't say anything. This was worse than some kind of eruption.  

"Please say something, Jason," I begged him, "I need to know what you're thinking."

"What am I thinking Mel," He said coldly, "My wife tells me that she's taking a job as a whore and she wants me to tell me what she's thinking?" 

Jason

Mel was in floods of tears now and part of me wanted to hold her and tell her it was going to be alright. How the fuck was it going to be alright though? We loved each other and trusted each other. Our marriage vows had been to forsake all others, and not to have sex with strangers for money. How the fuck could she think this would be alright? I felt like the air had been knocked out of me. I understood how much trouble we were in financially but surely there had to be another way?

"You can't do this Mel," I shouted, "You just can't. I won't allow it."

"Please don't get upset," she said through the tears, "Believe me that I wouldn't be doing this if there was any other way."

"There has to be another way," I went back to her, "This can't be how you want to live?" 

"Of course, it isn't what I want, but I can earn the sort of money that will get us out of trouble," she said through the tears, "Please believe me when I say that you're the only man I will ever love. This will just be about money."

"How can you love me and think about letting God know who have you?" I said, "How can you expect me to sit here while you're out with your legs open to whoever has a few quid in his pocket?"

I tried to stay calm but it wasn't working. My head was now all over the place. Mel poured her heart out about how Danni from her school friend group worked there. This shocked me as it's just not what you expect from the Mums at the school. She told me about how her husband copes with it, and how much she is earning. Nothing she said was selling this to me, but it also became clear that Mel had made her mind up. She was going ahead with this job whatever I thought, and she was doing it for her family. It was tearing me apart.  

Mel

I slept with a heavy heart that night. I loved Jason so much and hated to see him hurting so much. What did I expect though? I was about to start a job having sex with men for money. I would come home and kiss him with a mouth that had sucked who knows how many cocks that day. I would offer him my pussy that had been fucked by dozens of men. Who would want to be married to a woman like that?  

Jason went to work without saying a word to me on Thursday morning. I went to the flat to have my pictures taken and I had my STI checks done. I was only 24 hours away from my first shift now, and I had rationalized in my mind why I was doing it. I was now starting to get angry with Jason for not understanding why I was doing this. I was doing it for our family for fucks sake. When I tried to see it from his side again though it made me sad. How would I feel if it was him out fucking other women? It would kill me.  

We ate our dinner in silence on Thursday night. I'd made it clear that I wasn't going to change my mind, and Jason's silence made it clear that he couldn't accept what I had chosen to do.  

Jason

I hardly slept that night. None of this made sense to me, but I knew that I couldn't change Mel's mind. I didn't get much done at work that day and felt physically sick every time I thought about it. I didn't know how we were going to get through this. Could we even get through this?  

Mel text me to say that she loved me and not to worry about her. She begged me not to leave her and explained that she would only do this until we got back on our feet. I had nothing to say. I just didn't know what else I could say.  

When I got in from work at 4 pm Mel was getting ready to go out. I busied myself with Robbie and tried not to think about everything. She was ready to go by 5 pm and gave Robbie a loving cuddle. I could see a tear in her eye again. I also held her for a moment as Robbie went back to his cartoons. I loved her so much that I cried also. I didn't know how we were going to get through this. All I could muster was to tell her I loved her. With that, she took one last look as she went out of the door.  

"I love you Jason, and I'll love you for the rest of my life. Please never forget that." Was her final words as she left the house.  

Mel

I sat in the car in floods of tears and had to reapply my make-up again due to the mess. I sat in the car for 10 minutes looking at myself and trying to build up the courage to go in. I finally got myself together and pressed the buzzer on the door. There was no going back.  

Rachel welcomed me in and made some room for my things in the living room. There was a girl called Debbie working the long shift and she was already with a client.  

"It's been busy today darling," Rachel told me, "I'd get your sexy gear on quickly if I were you. I don't think you're gonna have much time to sit around getting nervous tonight!" 

I panicked at the mere thought of it. This shit was real now. Up until now, everything had just been thoughts in my mind as to how it would play out. Any moment now the doorbell would ring and a man would come in and ask to see me.  

I sat with a dressing gown on with my sexy underwear underneath. Debbie came back and gave me a hug when we were introduced. She was about the same age as me and was kind in how she spoke and tried to put me at ease. We drank a cup of coffee and chatted while we waited for our next client. It wasn't long.  

Rachel showed the guy to the main bedroom and asked us to go and introduce ourselves. Debbie went in first and I could hear her saying hello to him. I had no idea how to do this. I slipped off my gown and made my way across the landing when it was my turn. The guy was in his 40s and wasn't a bad-looking man. He shook my hand and looked me up and down as I said hello. I was Bella now and I tried to appear confident. I wasn't confident in the slightest and I'm sure he picked up on that.  

With introductions done, Rachel went back in to see him. She came back and told Debbie that she had chosen her. I was relieved in one way, but the competitive part of me wondered why he had chosen her over me. Was it her body? Was she more confident? Did she just look like she would be more fun whereas I was too uptight to have a good time? Debbie gave me a reassuring touch on the arm as she went to service him. I think she understood my insecurities.  

It was 6.30 when the doorbell rang again. Rachel showed the next customer in and I got ready to introduce myself. She was gone for a couple of minutes before coming back with a smile.  

"Right this guy is one of our regular customers," she told me "I've shown him your pictures and he would love to meet you. No need for introductions, he has paid for the one-hour service where he gets oral without and can cum twice. Take his money first and go get him. £120 remember? Fuck his brains out and make him want you again. Remember the key to this game is to get them off and make them remember you. No man comes back to see a hooker that isn't interested in him. Make him believe that he's the best shag you've ever had."

I picked up my bag and checked my condoms. With Rachel's words ringing in my ears I left the living room and took the short walk to the bedroom. This was the moment.  

Jason

It was only 6.30 but I was a wreck already. My mind was in overdrive. Was she fucking already? Did she have some horrible sweaty man on top of her? Did she have some sexy hunk that would give her the ride of her life? I tried to keep busy, but the thought of it made me feel sick. None of this made sense. In a couple of days, my world had been turned on its head. I kept checking my phone. No messages. I looked out of the front window hoping she had turned around and come home.  

She hadn't. She was going through with it.  

Mel

I entered the room and uttered those words at the start of this story. The man sat naked on the edge of the bed and smiled at me. He had a decent body and his cock was a decent length without being too big. I had a flicker of excitement as I saw his body. Somewhere inside me and despite all of the angst over this decision. My body was telling me that a little part of me wanted this. No matter how I tried to suppress my feelings, I felt a little quiver in my pussy as I put my bag down and joined him on the bed.  

I felt terrified. I was in a room with a stranger and I was about to take my knickers off and open my legs to him. I'd only slept with men I'd loved and trusted until now, but here I was about to give my body to a man I'd known for only a minute for a price of £50.

"Hi Bella, you look lovely," He said, "I'm Dan. I'd like oral without then full sex if that's ok. And if you don't mind, I'd like to cum on your boobs?"

"Course you can darling," I said trying to sound as confident as I could, "Would you like a massage first?"

"No that's ok thanks," He replied, "I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands off of you that long."

I felt good at that moment. His words made me feel confident and I now had to make him feel good. I hadn't seen anybody but my husband naked in 10 years, but this man was making me feel good about myself. I stood in front of him and unclipped my bra. His eyes felt like they were eating me alive as my boobs fell free. I didn't know whether I should be acting slutty or try to be all innocent. I think I just came over as awkward.  

I could see that his cock was already hard and felt a flutter of arousal that I had done this to him. I was proud that my body could turn a stranger on. I was also shaking as I turned my back to him and pulled my knickers down over my bum. I bent slightly as I let them fall to the floor giving him a naughty view of my asshole and pussy. My heart was pounding now and I felt soaking.  

"Do you want to stand in front of me while I suck you?" I asked him. He nodded in agreement.  

I sat on the bed and looked at his rock-hard cock. It was about 7 inches but not very thick. This was the moment. As I reached out and touched a cock that wasn't my husband's, I was now a prostitute. I was an unfaithful wife. I closed my eyes and put the tip in my mouth. Whatever turmoil I was feeling inside I had to make him feel good. He was paying for me after all.  

I took more of him into my mouth and got into a rhythm. I love sucking cock and had done since my first boyfriend was back in 6th form. I knew I was good at it too, so began wanking him as I sucked. I remembered what Rachel had said. Make it good, get them off, and make them want you again. The sooner you get him off, the sooner you move on to your next client.  

I tasted a bit of pre-cum after a good whole of sucking him. I could hear him groaning faster now and knew he was getting closer. I was getting excited now. This was so wrong on every level, but I loved the feeling of power I had over him.  

"I'm going to cum, oh god that feels good," He gasped as I let his cock pop out of my mouth.  

"Cum on my tits," I said to him and squeezed them together. I looked into his eyes as he finished himself off. His cum spurted out and hit me just under the chin, then my chest, before several more bolts hit my boobs. He had loads and made a mess of me. This was the first time I'd ever let a man cum on me and I liked it. It was warm and sticky, but I loved the feel of it, and that I had turned a man on so much that he erupted on me like that.  

Baby wipes weren't going to cut it, so I used one of the towels on the dresser to clean myself up. This was the first awkward moment as I had no idea what kind of chat would happen while he recovered for round 2. I felt that crushing weight of guilt again as my mind drifted to Jason. I'd just let a man pay me to do something I'd never even let my husband do. What did that make me?  

We chatted for a good 10 minutes about nothing much. It felt strange laying naked next to a stranger talking about the weather and how busy work was.  

"So is this your first day?" He asked me, "Or was that just the sales pitch?"

"No this is my first day," I replied honestly, "You're my first."

"How are you finding it?" He went on.

"Ok, I guess," I hadn't expected him to ask anything like this, "I'm having fun. I hope you are. I'd like that big cock of yours inside me if you're ready?" 

I surprised myself with my dirty talk but could see him getting hard again. This is what I had to do. I also wanted to deflect any questions about my husband or family. He must have seen my wedding ring when I had my hand wrapped around his cock. I grabbed his semi-hard cock and kissed him I couldn't remember whether kissing was included in this service, but found myself doing it anyway. I felt his hands on my tits, then moving down my belly to my pussy. I now lay flat on the bed and opened my legs for him. His hand felt nice on me and I realized how much I needed to be touched.  

"Can I go down on you?" The man asked me. I wanted him to. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to charge more, and I wanted him to lick me. I nodded and spread myself wide for him.  

He kissed my boobs first spending a good bit of time on my nipples. He then kissed his way down my stomach until he got to my mound. I'd trimmed down there but still had a good bit of hair down there. He kissed my mound and ran his hands all over it before starting to touch my soaking lips. I couldn't fake how good it felt when his tongue touched my lips. I groaned and felt myself relaxing as he opened my pussy wider and licked the length of my slit. He pressed his tongue into my hole a few times before settling on my clit. I could feel myself losing control. Within a couple of minutes, I came hard, my hips bucking against his face. I felt embarrassed afterward as I saw the amount of my juices that were on his face. He had a huge grin on his face though.  

I rolled the condom onto his now fully hard cock and opened my legs for him again. I touched my pussy for him and held myself open. It felt so wanton and filthy spreading myself for a man I'd only met 30 minutes ago, but I loved it. I was shaking with excitement as he slipped into me without resistance. I was fucking a man that wasn't my husband. And he was paying me for it.  

I lost track of time while we fucked. He lasted a lot longer this time having just cum. After a while, we moved into doggy as I thought it might make him cum quicker. It worked as I felt him quicken his pace. He grabbed my hips and started to fuck me hard. It had been a long time since I'd taken such an animalistic fucking like this. It felt good and uncomplicated. We only had to worry about our own pleasure, not that of a partner that we loved. The man finally came in the condom and we collapsed on the bed. My first trick was done.  

I gave myself a quick wipe down and put my underwear back on while he dressed. I showed him to the door and he handed me an extra £10 as a tip. I felt a spring in my step as I went back to the living room.  

"I think somebody enjoyed herself!" Rachel laughed along with Debbie. I blushed but smiled. I enjoyed it. How could I look Jason in the eye when he asked me how I'd felt later?

I checked my phone to see if Jason had messaged me and he hadn't. I felt sad as I'd hoped he would want to know if I was ok. I didn't have long to wait as the doorbell soon rang again. Debbie gave me a tip that I should keep a notebook of my clients so I could check that I'd been paid correctly. She lent me a couple of pages and I wrote down my first trick. 15 minutes later I was entering the room again to find an overweight 50-something man naked and waiting for me. This one didn't turn me on at all.  

He was looking for a basic service so I sucked his cock for a while until I could taste his pre-cum. I knew I should have put a condom on first, but I hated the taste of the rubber in my mouth. I also wanted to get him as close to the edge as I could before fucking him. His cock wasn't very big as I slid onto his now sheathed cock. He playing with my tits roughly as I bounced on him hard. His cock felt nice inside me so I closed my eyes and imagined that I was fucking somebody sexy that I was attracted to. He soon grunted and came. The whole thing had taken 15 minutes and I walked out of the room to hand Rachel another £50.  

The next guy was younger and came very quickly when he fucked me missionary. He was pretty excited when he came in and I knew he wouldn't take long. Another £50 was earned. The next client was pretty similar and also wanted the £50 service, and by the time I'd finished him, it was almost 11 pm. I checked my phone again and this time there was a message from Jason.  

"Hope you're ok, I miss you x"

Tears welled up in my eyes again but I didn't want the girls to see any sign of emotion.  

"I'm ok. Will be home soon. I love you x"

The doorbell went again and Rachel led the guy into the room. Debbie introduced herself first, then I went in and gave him as sexy a pose as I could manage given how tired I felt.  

"He wants you darling," Rachel said when she came back in, "40-minute service and he wants to cum on your face. Make sure he pays an extra £20 for that."

I took a deep breath and grabbed my bag and condoms. I'd seen plenty of porn where guys had cum on a woman's face and felt that it was so dirty and demeaning. Now I was going to have to do it for him.  

He was a fit young lad in his late 20s and he had no interest in conversation. He counted out the £100 that I charged him and got naked. His cock was the biggest I'd seen. It was long and thick and hard by the time I'd removed my underwear once again. He wanted me to kneel in front of him and suck him, so I did as I was asked. He felt he was the alpha male and wanted to assert his dominance over me. I didn't care as long as he came quickly. I sucked him and wanked hard. It only took me a few minutes before he took a step back and blasted his cum into my face. It hit my cheeks, lips, and chin before a few stray bolts landed on my boobs. He painted me with the stuff. I gave him a satisfied look and he smiled at his work. I was nothing more than a target for his seed. I was degraded but I knew that this was my role.  

The guy soon got hard again and we put the condom on so he could fuck me from behind. He hammered me hard and fast which felt good seeing as he was so big. This wasn't for me though, he was taking what he wanted from me. His cock filled me as much as any cock had and I soon found myself shouting with pleasure. I couldn't help it. I could imagine him looking pleased with himself thinking about how he was making the whore scream with pleasure. I couldn't help it. I just love the feeling of a cock stretching me.  

The man soon grunted and pulled out. I felt a warm spurt on my bum as he came again. He didn't ask me and just took what he wanted. I didn't mind. I knew that my role was to be used by them. I cleaned up for the final time and let my man out. He also tipped me £10 so I must have pleased him.  

"Well that's the first one out of the way love," Rachel said as I took a cup of tea off of her, "How do you feel?"

"Strange," I admitted, "I just don't know."

"I get it," Debbie chimed in, "I felt the same for my first few shifts. It gets easier. They all feel the same after a while."

"I've just got to face my husband now," I mused as I looked at my book.  

"He'll be ok," Debbie said, "My husband struggled at first, but then the money started to roll in he realised that these guys meant nothing to me apart from what they were prepared to pay me. If he truly loves you, he will get through this."

I smiled and tapped out a text to tell Jason I would be home soon. I also totted up my book.  

1. Hour service - £90 plus £10 top = £100

2. Full Personal - £37.50

3. Full Personal - £37.50

4. Full Personal - £37.50

5. 40 Minutes - £60 plus £10 tip = £70

Total = £282.50

Rachel counted my money out and I felt a sense of satisfaction as I put the money in my purse. I'd earned more in 6 hours here than I earned in a week with my part-time job. I felt proud of myself even if I had doubled my body count in just one night.  

"There's a shift on Sunday if you want to work?" Rachel said as I went to leave, "12 till 12 and you'll be the only girl on until 6 pm. You could earn a good amount."

"Ok I'll do it," I hastily agreed, "I'll speak to Jason tonight, but it'll be fine."

Jason

I waited for Mel to get in. I'd had a few beers to get through the evening but had absolutely no idea what I was going to say to her when she got in. I knew that I should support her, but the thought that however many men had touched her, seen her naked, did things to her that only I was supposed to do made me feel sick again. Did I want to know all of the details? Would she want to tell me? I felt like I should know, but I wasn't sure how it was going to make me feel. Would hearing the gory details make me feel better about it or just make it worse? She was letting men use her for money.  

My heart was beating fast as I heard her key in the door. What was I going to say? Mel burst into tears when she sat down on the sofa. I naturally held her and comforted her as I hated to see her upset. I still had no idea what to say to her. The silence was deafening.

"Look I don't know what I'm supposed to say," I said to her honestly, "I just don't know how to process all of this."

"I know darling," she said to me, "I don't know either. I just need to know if you still love me. I hate myself for what I did tonight and how much it's hurt you."

"Don't hate yourself please, and of course I love you," I told her. I meant it, but everything felt different. As I held my wife it felt different as I knew that other men had held her, touched her intimately, and been inside her. Nothing was ever going to be the same again.  

"What do you want to know," Mel said to me, "I'll tell you as much or as little as you want to hear."

That was the million-dollar question. What did I want to know? As bad as the whole thing had made me feel, every time the vision of Mel with one of her clients popped into my mind I got hard. I didn't understand it and tried to push the thoughts of it out of my head, but I couldn't. Why did I feel like that? I was so confused.  

"I need to hear everything," I eventually replied to her. I realised that once I heard everything there was no going back. I didn't know what I expected to hear. I was turned on, horrified, and confused, but If I loved my wife, I had to be a part of this journey with her and understand what she did and how she felt.

Mel

I took a deep breath when Jason said he wanted to know everything. Did I keep some of it back to save from hurting him or did I just give him everything? I figured that I needed to be honest with him. What if he asked me if I'd enjoyed it though? If ai was being honest to myself I had. Especially the first client, but again if I was being honest with myself, all of them had given me something. Even when they just used my body to get themselves off I kind of liked it.  

"Ok so I got ready in the living room," I started, "And wore my black underwear set with stockings and suspenders. The first guy came in and he had to greet him in our underwear and he would pick between me and the other girls called Debbie. He chose her."

"How did you feel?" He asked me.  

"Nervous and exposed," I said. "Like I was a piece of meat on display. Which I was. I was sad he didn't pick me. I didn't feel ready but felt rejected that he didn't want me. I started to doubt whether any man would pick me."

"Course men would pick you, your stunning," He told me, holding my hand and making eye contact. I realised that I'd been looking at the floor as I told him this. I needed to engage with him.  

"Debbie was busy with this guy when another came in," I went on, Rachel took him into the room and was back quickly. I knew he would want me and agreed without even seeing me. I was trembling Jason. I can't tell you how scared I was."

He squeezed my hand.  

"He was about 30 and wanted an hour with me," I said, " I hoped it would be shorter but he was paying. Do you honestly want me to go through everything?"

"I need you to Mel," He said with a sad look in his eye, "If I'm going to understand and accept this I have to know everything."

"Ok so with the one-hour service, the guy gets to go twice," I opened up, I made my mind up that I would tell him everything. Maybe if he heard it once that would be enough, "I got undressed but kept my stockings and suspenders on. He wanted oral without a condom which I didn't mind and he wanted to cum on my boobs. I sat on the bed and sucked him until he came on me."

"You've never done that with me," Jason said with the first sense of jealousy.  

"You never asked, and I never thought about it," I told him, "Sometimes I might have to do things that I wouldn't usually do with you. That's how this is going to work."

"Going to work? So you're going back then?" He asked, for the first time sounding like he was losing his cool.  

"Yeah I'm going back on Sunday," I told him, opening my purse and putting the money I'd earned on the table, "£282.50. That's how much they paid for me tonight. That's why I'm going back."

"So how many blokes did you fuck to earn this?" He shot back to me. Finally, we had got to the crux of what he wanted to know.  

"5 Jason," I told him, feeling myself getting upset again, "I fucked 5 men tonight to earn this. All of them were nice to me, and I didn't hate every second. Sorry if that's not what you want to hear."

I could feel the tears running down my cheeks again. I was angry but I knew that I couldn't blame Jason. He hadn't brought any of this on us.  

"5?" Jason confirmed, I nodded to agree, "I don't know what else I expected. Did you enjoy it?"

I avoided his eyes when he asked this. I couldn't lie to him.  

"Yes," I said quietly, "I'm sorry if this makes me some kind of awful whore. But yes, I enjoyed some of it."

"So what other stuff have you agreed to do?" He said, "Now you don't mind men shooting their spunk over you."

"Some will want to go down on me," I told him, "One did tonight. I said I would do anal if needed. I'm not sure I'll like it, but I'll try it. They asked me to do something called the Porn Star Experience where you do the sort of service you see in films. They asked me if I would do stuff with another woman too and if I would take 2 men at once."

"Would you do that?" Jason asked me, "Have 2 men at the same time?"

"Yes, I said I would," I admitted to him.  

"I can't believe you would do that," Jason said, "It's like I don't know you at all."

Jason

I was so conflicted by this. Part of me wanted her to feel shame and to hate herself for what she did. Part of me wanted to hear that she enjoyed it. Why shouldn't she enjoy it?

My cock was hard again and I couldn't explain why.  

"You're not some awful whore," I told her, "Don't call yourself that."

"What am I then?" She asked me, "I sold my body for money tonight. I'm a whore. It's that simple."

Nothing was simple anymore. I held her once again as she sobbed. I felt her pain and how conflicted she was. She felt my cock press against her as we cuddled and looked at me as she stopped crying.  

"Do you want me?" She asked with puffy eyes.   

I said nothing to her and took her hand to lead her to the bedroom. Neither of us spoke again as I undressed her. She had put her jeans and shirt on over her working underwear and I felt her through it. I couldn't understand why, but putting my hands on her where all of these other men had touched her was turning me on. I felt her tits at first before sliding my hand inside her knickers. She was wet at ready. Was she wet because of the amount of action she had already had tonight, or because I was turning her on? I didn't have time to wonder.  

Mel released my cock and stroked my painfully hard length. I pushed her back on the bed and ripped her knickers off. She didn't even have her bra off. I just needed to taste her. Her pussy was puffy and red and tasted a little more acidic than usual. She looked more open than I'd ever seen her and she tried to stop me.

"Please Jason no," she tried to push me away, "You can't lick me. I've not even had a shower yet. You know what I've done."

I didn't care and pushed my tongue further into her.  

"Did you cum with any of them?" I needed to hear this. I wasn't sure I wanted to hear the answer as I guessed what it would be.  

"Oh god Jason that feels so good," she groaned as I licked her up and down the length of her cunt, "Yes one of them made me cum. I couldn't help it."

I said nothing and continued to work on her clit. My heart sank as I pictured my wife having an orgasm with somebody that wasn't me. Of course, she'd had many with guys before me, but this felt different now. Mel came shortly after with a shudder and I felt good again for a moment that I still knew how to make my wife tick.  

It felt different again when I slid my cock into her. She felt looser of course. Not because the men had stretched her, but because she'd had somebody else inside her less than an hour ago. I can't explain how it felt being inside a body that had been exclusively mine for 10 years but had now accepted 5 other cocks. Everything had changed. I came very quickly which also worried me. Why was I so sexually excited by my wife having fucked other men? Surely this wasn't normal?

When it was done I felt awful again. It crushed me to think of all of those guys having her. All of these feelings, and it was only a couple of days until she did it again.  

Mel

I was so happy when Jason came inside me. It was the first thing all day that had felt normal. Jason said nothing more though and we slept facing away from each other. It felt cold again after we'd finished making love. How could I expect him to be any other way?

We only had Saturday to discuss things and sort ourselves out, but Jason was up and out with Robbie before I woke up. I hoped he was just taking him to the park and would be back, but he texted me not long later.

"I'm taking Robbie and staying at my Mum's tonight. We'll be back tomorrow. I need some space and time to process things. I still love you, but I'm sorry that I need some space x"

I cried again. I needed to have him with me and knew that I couldn't do this alone. I tried to ring him that afternoon but he didn't pick up. I ended up calling Danni and meeting her for a coffee.

"Tell me all about it then," she said with a smile.  

I cried again. She consoled me and got me tissues to dry my eyes.  

"I enjoyed it," I said when I composed myself, 'Is that awful to say?"

"No it isn't darling," she said, "I enjoy it every night I'm there. Wayne knows it too, and he accepts it now. He didn't always but he does now. It sounds crude to say it, but I just like being fucked. Simple as that. I love seeing guys with different-sized cocks who all fuck in a different way. It makes me feel good. I think you're the same as me."

"But I love Jason," I reasoned, "How can I love him and enjoy sex with strangers."

"Because you're human," she said, "I love Wayne so much, but I love sex too. Having a job that lets me have as much sex as I can handle, and go home to a husband I'm madly in love with is the perfect life. You can get to that point too."

"But how?" I asked her.  

I poured my heart out about how Jason had gotten aroused hearing about what I'd done. Also how he went cold when he came. I Danni's opinion he was going to be fine, he just needed time.  

"If his base reaction is to get a hard-on," she told me, "No matter how much he's hurting right now. There's something deep inside him that likes the thought of you going with other men."

"Why though?" I asked her, "Doesn't he love me? Respect me? How can a man be turned on thinking about his wife shagging other people?"

"It's more common than you think," she went on, "It's nothing to do with a lack of respect or love. Men are visual creatures and they of course look at their women as the most sexy, attractive person on earth. They love porn because they need visual stimulation. It doesn't take long for them to start picturing you in the porn they watch. How would Mel feel surrounded by those 4 cocks and taking them in every hole? Thinking about how he wished that you were the star of his favorite scene."

"You honestly think that Jason thinks like that?" I questioned her.

"You can never be 100% but yeah, I think so," she went on, "His first reaction is a telling one. If his first reaction was to shun you then I'd have said differently. But he wanted you. He needed to reclaim you and make sure you knew that you were his. That speaks volumes. Research Hotwife and Cuckold tonight. Read as much as you can and try to understand it. Give Jason his space and talk again tomorrow. Don't give up on him."

I thanked Danni and did as she said. My eyes were opened to a whole new world of men who wanted their women to have sex with others. Some liked the humiliation, others liked to be in control and watch. Some wanted to be in that position, some had it forced upon them like I'd done with Jason. My eyes had been opened.

The Second Shift

Mel

Jason texted me to tell me he loved me and that Robbie was missing me. He told me to look after myself and that he would be in when I got home. He did not attempt to stop me from going to work. Nothing would have stopped me from working as I wanted to do it. If I was being honest with myself, I was looking forward to it. I was going to have sex for most of the day and get paid for it.  

I had a long bath and trimmed my pubic hair a little. I left the hair on my mound but trimmed my lips so anybody who wanted to go down on me had clear access to my sweet spot. The thought of men paying to go down on me had me wet down there. I packed a couple of pairs of sexy underwear and my heels and made my way to work. I would be there for 12 hours and if I hadn't understood how tough sex work was on my first night. I would tonight.

Within 10 minutes of my shift starting I found myself in a 69 with my first client. I didn't cum, but he made me feel nice. I made him cum in my mouth and spat it into tissues as the girls has advised me to do. He was soon ready again and fucked me hard from behind until he shot into the condom. The first client had been a good one. The day was busy which stopped me from sitting around worrying about how Jason was.  

By 6pm I'd had a good run of clients, although all bar the first had only wanted a full personal. The high turnover meant I was pulling in good money, but I wanted a couple of longer ones as it was tiring. I'd just finished eating my microwave meal when a client came to see me. Rachel was smiling when she came back.  

"He wants the PSE love," she smiled, "Big money time. Anal is included in this one, and he'll want to cum on your face I'd say. Are you ready for this one? It's anything that goes apart from Watersports. If he wants that, charge him extra."

I nodded and felt a bit of panic. I'd been mainly submissive with my clients so far, but as a porn star, I'd have to be confident. Bella had to come out of her shell and blow his mind. I had an idea and removed my bra and knickers before I went into the room. I felt a shiver of excitement as I pushed my underwear into my bag. I had my condoms and also lubricant as this was going to be my first anal job. I hadn't had anal sex since I was 18 with my first boyfriend. We'd both been drunk and were very inexperienced at the time. It had been painful and I'd never felt any need to try it again.

Deep breath. Confident Bella time. Big girl pants. Although I didn't have any pants on.  

I saw the look of surprise on the man's face as I walked in naked apart from my stockings and suspenders. He was about 40 and extremely good-looking. He was also naked and ready as Rachel had instructed him. The house rule was for men to undress before we even got in to save time. It was all about maximizing time and therefore money.

"Hi darling, I'm Bella," I said to him, "I hear you would like the full porn star experience today?" 

"Yes please," He replied, still not able to take his eyes off my body. The way he was eating me with his eyes was turning me on. And he had a fantastic body and I could see his semi-erect cock which also looked big. He counted out the £200 and I stashed it in my purse. I pushed a couple of condoms into my suspenders and joined him on the bed. Even little acts like that excited me. It told him that I was ready for him and wanted him.  

Rachel had told me to use wipes before we did oral without on a client, so I went through this process, also doing his ass. I knew that I would be expected to rim him as part of this service. Also, something I'd never done. Once this was all done I was prepared. Time to get into character and give him what he was paying for.  

I sat on his knee on the edge of the bed and kissed him. My pussy was already soaking as I started grinding it on his leg. I was moaning already and there was nothing fake about how I was feeling. His hands were on my bum pulling me onto him and pulling my cheeks apart. It felt wonderfully dirty.  

When I decided I wanted to suck him, I could see my wetness on his leg. I was so turned on by this. I licked his leg where my juices were and smiled up at him. It was the first time I'd ever tasted myself like this and I liked it. His cock was now fully erect and must have been 8 inches. It was the biggest one I'd seen yet but looked stunning. It had a slight upward curve and protruding veins. The guy looked like a porn star himself. I took the tip in first before starting to work on taking more of his shaft in my mouth. I looked up and made eye contact as he moved my hair so he could see my mouth on his cock. I was loving this feeling. I was the one in charge.  

"Film me if you want," I told him, "It's part of the service. You can have a little something to remember me by."

Part of me was concerned about what would happen if the video was leaked on the Internet. Rachel had already made him sign an official document stopping him from sharing it like they do in porn. I'd heard of these things before but wondered what good it would do anyway. If he shared it he shared it. We might be able to go after him legally, but the video would still be out there for my friends and family to see. Whatever my worries were though I'd agreed to this. I'd told Rachel that I would do it so had to now take the risk.  

The guy started his camera and I gave him as filthy a blowjob as I'd ever given a man. I slurped theatrically, looked into his eyes as I deep-throated him, and told him he was the biggest lover I'd ever had. It was like a tick box of things guys want to hear when they're with a girl. I knew he wouldn't last long and started to work harder as breathing quickened.  

"I need your cum on my face," I told him with a smile, "Fucking cover me in your spunk." I felt so dirty saying it but loved the feeling of complete control I had over him.  

I opened my mouth as he spurted. The first bolt landed in my right eye, then my cheeks, and then he aimed it at my mouth. It just kept on coming. I swallowed some without even thinking about it, but also let some drip out and down my chin. I must have looked a picture by the time he finally finished. He clicked off the camera and slumped back on the bed.  

"Wow, you must have been saving that up for me," I laughed as I started to clean myself up. The small talk was always the most difficult part for me while I waited for him to get hard again. Thankfully I didn't have long to wait as within 10 minutes he was up and ready to go.

I sucked him again in a 69 to make sure he was hard. He loved licking me and I pushed myself onto him so I was grinding my pussy against his face. I came hard on him and felt I had to apologize when I saw how much of my juices were all over his face. He didn't care and loved every second. While he was on his back, I moved around to suck his balls and started to explore lower down. When my tongue started to flick across his asshole he groaned with pleasure. It didn't taste as horrible as I'd expected as he was clean. The musky scent didn't repulse me so I dived a bit deeper. He was squirming now and I loved the feeling of control I had and how much pleasure I gave him. I even slipped a finger in his bum which made him almost jump off the bed. He was as hard as a rock now.  

"That is so fucking good," He groaned, "But I want your ass before I cum again. I need to taste it."

I got on all-fours and wiggled my ass at him. I arched my back so I was spreading my hole as wide open for him as I could. It must have looked filthy. I soon felt his hands opening me even wider followed by his tongue on my asshole. It felt so nice as he rimmed me and then started to probe deeper. I didn't understand why people liked this until now, but the intimacy and just feeling of it being a bit wrong was incredible. He was eating my bum with everything he had now, pushing his tongue in further than I had ever experienced. The minute he touched my clit I exploded. Cumming again. I collapsed on the bed shaking from the intensity before I collected myself a bit.  

We kissed again for a few minutes until I was ready for him. Once the lube was applied I rolled his condom on and turned on my side so he could spoon me. I felt the cold lubricated tip of his cock press against my sphincter as he began to push. There was a sharp pain as the tip entered me which was the only moment of discomfort. He held still until I relaxed before pushing further inside me. It felt so tight and so dirty having a man back there. He was kissing my neck and playing with my boobs as he slipped in, and it felt more romantic than a porn star. I soon opened up for him and he bottomed out inside me and started to slowly fuck. The pain had slipped away and pleasure was taking over.

We stayed in that position for a good while until I heard a knock on the door with Rachel saying there were only 5 minutes left. I wanted him to cum again.  

"Fuck my ass hard," I told him while rolling onto my front, "Fucking use my ass. Come on, fuck me like the whore I am."

Bella had taken over and I soon felt him enter me again. This time he did take it hard. He pulled my hair and unleashed a stream of obscenities as he repeatedly drove himself into me up to the balls. It hurt but it hurt good. I had no idea I liked being taken like this. I was learning new things about myself every day. He finally came inside the condom deep in my anus before collapsing on the bed exhausted. My bum hurt but I was proud to have exhausted him like this.  

We said our goodbyes and he tipped me an extra £20. I couldn't work out why I was liking this so much. I couldn't wait to try it again.  

The rest of the shift was fairly quiet with it being a Sunday, but a few guys came in late on near pub closing time. None were memorable, but none were horrible either. I noted everything down in my new notebook as my shift ended.  

1. Full Personal - 37.50

2. Full Personal - 37.50

3. Full Personal - 37.50 plus 10 tip

4. Full Personal - 37.50 

5. Full Personal - 37.50

6. Full Personal - 37.50 

7. PSE - 150 plus 20 tip

8. Full Personal - 37.50

9. Full Personal - 37.50

10. Full Personal + Cum on tits 47.50 plus 10 tip.  

Total = 527.50

I'd fucked 10 clients at just under one an hour. Rachel said this was good for a Sunday and the Porn star experience bumped my cash up significantly. I felt pleased with myself as I walked back to the car. I felt more confident and desired than I had in years. Men were prepared to pay a lot of money to have my body and I felt proud that I was using it to solve our problems. I'd enjoyed the sex tonight and was now looking forward to Wednesday when I had another evening shift. Rachel offered me the Wednesday and Saturday the following week so I took her up on it. I was now considering some of the other things Rachel had suggested. The full personal services didn't pay much, and I could now see how the girls who were prepared to do everything could earn the most.  

Jason

I was waiting up for Mel when she came in at almost 1 am. I felt torn up inside again from the jealousy of imagining Mel with however many men she had serviced. Part of me also wanted to hear about her night. I knew I was torturing myself but for reasons I didn't understand it excited me. I'd sneaked a look at her phone before I'd visited my Mum to check messages. Her exchanges with Danni were nothing more than them talking about how she was getting on in the new job. There was nothing I didn't know. I felt bad sneaking around on her but I was all over the place.  

When I checked her browser I found that she had been researching cuckold and hotwife relationships. I'd seen the terms in Porn before but now I'd fallen down a rabbit hole of information on these things. A cuckold got pleasure from the humiliation of his wife fucking others and belittling him. Sometimes they were denied sex as part of a punishment. Hotwives played with other men with consent and sometimes the help of their husbands. There was no humiliation here and the men encouraged their wives to have sex as much as possible, sometimes watching or joining, sometimes preferring to hear about her exploits.  

I wasn't sure I was either of these things, but I also couldn't explain why the thought of Mel fucking faceless men in a seedy flat also turned me on. I was confused. I'd also found myself watching more porn. I was searching for call-girl scenes where men were paying hookers for sex. Whether they were faked or not didn't matter. I also tried hotwife and cuckold porn too. It was strangely arousing.

Mel smiled when she saw me. I think this was pure relief that I was home more than anything.  

"I'm so glad you're home," she said, "I've missed you so much."

We kissed and hugged for what felt like an eternity. I knew I loved her so much, but still didn't know how I was going to cope with this going forward.  

"How did your day at work go?" I asked her once we had talked about how Robbie was. I couldn't help myself.  

"It was good," she said, "It went over quickly as it was quite busy."

How matter of fact our conversation about something like this was.  

"How many customers did you have today?" I asked, plucking up the courage to get to the crux of what I wanted to know. I had no idea why I always needed to know the number, but it felt important to me for some reason.

"I had 10 today," she said averting her eyes from mine as she answered, "It was a long day.

10 different guys had been inside my wife since I'd seen her last. My heart sank but my cock twitched to life. Mel pulled the bundle of notes out of her purse and put them on the table.  

"£527.50," she said, rightly looking proud, "Should help us out a bit."

She was right. It would help us out. In only 2 shifts she had earned more than she would get in a month in her crappy supermarket job. Whatever my insecurities were I was going to have to find a way to deal with them myself.  

"Was it OK again?" I asked. I was desperate to ask for more details but also scared to hear what she told me."

"If you mean did I enjoy it, then yes," Mel told me, "Most were pretty average but none of it was horrible. A couple of them were fun."

"How come you earned so much tonight?" I asked her while skirting around what had been fun.

"I did my first Porn Star experience service," she went on, "It's £200 for an hour so that helped a lot."

I'm not sure I wanted to know what that entailed, but my cock was still hard.  

"What did you have to do?" I asked her after a couple of seconds wondering if I needed to know.  

"Are you sure you want to know?" She asked me. I nodded. "It was oral without a condom and he came on my face and in my mouth. After that we did a 69, then I had to lick his asshole and put a finger up there. He then licked my asshole before we had anal sex to finish. It was painful but he was a nice guy so it wasn't so bad."

I was blown away. I felt sick again but my cock was harder than it had been in years. My formerly innocent wife had rimmed a guy, fingered his ass, and let him fuck her anally. There was now a growing list of things that she was doing with other men that she didn't do with me.  

"How were the others?" I asked her.  

"Sorry if it sounds crude," she smiled, "But just a suck and a fuck. I work as hard as I can to make them cum as quickly as possible and move on to the next one."

"When are you working next?" I asked her. I had to resign myself to this being our life for now. She was earning the kind of money that would get us out of trouble, and I had to learn to park my jealousy quickly as I saw no sign of her being prepared to stop.  

I took her hand and led her to bed. The lovemaking was passionate and careful. Mel was sore from her day at work but I went down on her again and made love to her gently, filling her with cum. I felt awful again afterwards but I sensed that Mel needed me to hold her. We fell asleep in each other's arms that night and I felt that we were closer than we had been after her first shift.  

I wasn't comfortable by any means, but I had to search for some kind of acceptance.  

Mel

It felt so wonderful to fall asleep in Jason's arms. I needed him so much. There was still tension leading up to my Wednesday shift but nowhere near as much as the previous week. I sensed that the worry in the build-up was worse than the reality and aftermath. I just had to go with what he needed at these times.  

Mel

"I'm working with you today babe! So excited xxx" Came a text from Danni on that Friday morning. I was over the moon that I would have some company I knew for a long shift.  

Danni was working from 4 till close and Rachel had warned us that we may well open until 2 am. England was playing a big football match in the World Cup on the Friday night and we were expected to be busy. She felt that we would be busy early, then expect a quieter couple of hours while the match was on, and then run off our feet. If we were that busy she would stack the guys up and have them wait. According to both this would be a chance to print money.  

I took Robbie to school and Danni and I were laughing about what we were about to do. It felt so naughty talking to all the other Mums who had absolutely no idea that these 2 suburban Mums were off to work in a brothel in a couple of hours. Jason took the day off work so he could pick Robbie up and allow me to do this long shift.  

"Do you want a lift to work?" He asked me, "I'll drop you off if you want."

"Yeah if you don't mind," I told him, "Are you sure you don't mind going there? It might feel a bit weird for you."

"I want to take you," he replied, "I need to see the place. I don't know why but I think it will help. I need to understand what you do, where you do it and who with if I'm going to accept this."

"I need to ask you something," I told him, "Does it excite you thinking about me doing things with other guys? I mean I know it must hurt you too, and I hate you feeling like that. But every time I've come in from work you've wanted me and taken me. That makes me feel so good."

Jason

That was the million-dollar question. I didn't understand how I was feeling but Mel noticed the effect this was having on me. I didn't want to discuss it but I felt I owed it to her as she had been so open with me.

"I don't understand how I feel," I told her honestly, "I hate the thought of men having their way with you like that, but then these thoughts pop into my head and I get turned on."

"What do you think about?" She asked me, "I'm sorry to ask difficult questions, but I need to know."

"I get these pictures of you having sex in my head," I admitted, "I visualize you naked and being fucked by different men. Is that what you want to hear?" 

"Only if it's true," she went on, "Look I don't understand all of these feelings either, but if we're going to get used to this, we need to talk. Does that turn you on?"

"Yes it turns me on," I said, "But it also makes me angry and upset. I don't get it. Part of me wants you to hate every second you spend in there. But that's selfish of me. Then when I think of how good you make me feel when we have sex I feel proud that you're my wife. They get to fuck you but I get you in my bed at night. Then I get these feelings of jealousy because you're not just mine anymore."

"I'll always be yours, Jason," she told me with a kiss, "They just rent my body. Nothing more. I'll always be yours. We're not going to understand all of this at once. There are so many complicated feelings to work through. Would it help if you saw me having sex?"

"How would we do that?" I asked her.  

"If I do a porn star experience, they get to film parts of it," she explained, "I could film some and send them to you?"

I was horrified and excited all at once. There could be videos of my wife all over the Internet by now. Guys could be drooling over her down the pub as somebody passed the phone around. I also felt so horny at the thought of seeing her like that. I didn't have a clue how I felt or what I wanted.

"Yes I'd like to see it," came out of my mouth. I had no idea whether that was the right decision or not. It might just pull me apart, or it might bring some kind of acceptance.  

"Ok, I can't promise anything, but I'll see if the chance comes up," she told me, "Please don't judge me for enjoying the sex though. I do get into it as I have to. No man wants a prostitute that just lies there and takes it. I don't want you to be shocked if I'm getting into it."

"I get that," I told her, "Like I say, part of me wants you to enjoy it. It's just so hard."

We cuddled again before Mel went to get ready. I knew today was going to be tough for both of us.  

Me

I dressed tarty for this shift. I wanted to feel like a prostitute and look like one. We were only a week into my new job but I felt that we were making progress with how Jason was feeling. The revelation that part of it did turn him on had my mind working overdrive. I wanted him to accept this desperately and for him to be ok with it. I felt that my job had opened up something deep inside me that I never knew was there. I'd never tried casual sex when I was younger, but the more I did it now the more I enjoyed it.  

I put heavy make-up on for this shift with dark red lipstick and painted my nails on both hands and toes in the same colour. I dug out a denim skirt that I'd last worn to my best friend's Hen party about 6 years ago. It was a size too small now at least since I'd had Robbie, and it only just stretched down to cover the top of my stockings. I recalled the last time I'd worn it we got a lot of attention from guys in the clubs and I ended up kissing a guy who kept feeling my bum. I told Jason the next day and he laughed about it at the time saying that he wasn't surprised somebody fancied me. I hadn't told him that I'd been rubbing the guy's cock as we kissed as I was worried about how he would take it. I'd felt guilty at the time but now it gave me a little smile thinking about it.  

Jason was busy doing things upstairs and kept sneaking a glance towards the bedroom as I was getting dressed. I put on my favourite push-up bra and a tight top to show off my boobs. Of course, I wouldn't be wearing anything but my underwear once I was in the flat, but I was doing this for Jason and myself. I was ready.  

"You look fantastic," Jason said to me as I came downstairs ready to leave, "They're going to love you today. I wish I could keep you for myself, I'd never let you out of bed."

I felt that rush of excitement between my legs as he put his arms around me and kissed me. I gave him a short kiss but pushed him away.  

"Not yet lover," I said teasing him a little, "This is for paying customers only today. Although if you're a good boy I'll save a little for you later."

I was teasing him and I knew I was taking a risk. Would that kind of talk turn him on or make him angry again? The bulge in my trousers told me that whatever turmoil was in his mind, his cock was hard and he wanted me.  

"You're such a tease," He said smacking my bum and making me yelp, "But I'll wait if you promise you'll have enough energy for me."

"I'll always have energy for you darling," I told him, "Are you feeling better about my job now? You seem happier today."

"I'm still not sure how I feel," He said with a slight change of facial expression, "Everything seems strange, like our world has turned upside down in a week. I have to accept your decision and find away of living with it. You have every right to choose how to make a living and I have to respect that."

I felt like we'd made progress as we drove to the flat. Jason parked up across the street and I showed him which one it was. It was a quiet suburban street and the flat was over a convenience store. It was a rough part of town with a good few kids and drunks hanging around, but largely nobody knew the flat was even there. Only those who frequented the place and the working girls knew. It wasn't the sort of place that Jason or I would ever visit, but that made the danger of it all just that little bit more exciting. Leaving the comfort of our safe little estate and turning into a working girl, selling my body in the rough end of town excited me more than I cared to admit.

"Look after yourself," Jason said to me as we kissed for a last time, "Have fun today, and make sure you keep that promise about saving one for me."

"Love you, babe," I said to him, "But Bella needs to go now. That guy hanging around outside the shop is going to come in. I can tell by the way he's looking around. He's waiting until it's quiet."

"Go on then dirty Bella," He said looking at my bum as I got out of the car, "Don't keep him waiting, there's money to be earned."

I walked across the street being sure to put my most sexy walk on for Jason. I felt like a cheap tart the way I was dressed and noticed a couple of lads eying me up as I crossed the road. I loved the attention and the leering eyes on me. It was getting me in the mood and I felt like being slutty today. I gave one last little wave to Jason and blew him a kiss as I disappeared down the alleyway to the flat.  

Jason

I was torn between jealousy and arousal as I saw my wife walk over the road in her short skirt. She looked every inch the prostitute that she now was. We weren't playing games here and she was ready to spend the next 12 hours or so mainly on her back. She was right about the guy hanging around, and about a minute after she disappeared inside, the guy went down the alleyway toward the flat. Within minutes he could be fucking my wife. My cock strained at the thought and I suddenly visualized her riding him with her tits bouncing in his face. It was a powerful image.  

Was I beginning to accept this now? When I got home I ended up watching porn for a while and researching hotwife and cuckold relationships. I also found a forum for men whose wives were sex workers. Was there anything that you couldn't find on the Internet?

The guys on there came from wide and varied backgrounds. Some of them were married to streetwalkers, some to brothel girls like me. Some were married to high-class escorts who mainly worked away and some were married to porn stars and OnlyFans stars. I joined up and was checked and on the site within an hour. The chats ranged from husbands who got off on their wives fucking other men, to ones who were struggling, to others that found out about their wives doing it behind their backs.  

There was a whole world out there. I sat reading posts until I had to pick Robbie up from school, then once he was settled in bed, I cracked open a beer and started posting a message telling my story. I poured out my feelings of anger, jealousy, arousal, and shame in some of these feelings and was surprised as to just how many men felt like I did. There were arseholes on there too who called me a pathetic cuckold for allowing my wife to prostitute herself. The trolls seemed to pop up on so many threads though so I dismissed them.  

One guy's story resonated with me. Their age was similar, their situation was similar and their struggles to cope were also similar. They were now a year into his wife's working and had got to a point where they were financially safe. She was continuing sex work because she enjoyed it. He enjoyed it because it eventually brought them closer together. He managed to get to acceptance within a couple of months and felt that where I was at in just over a week was an incredible start.  

He mentioned that their sex life had improved immeasurably and that the release of financial pressure had improved every area of their lives. Jealousy was the main problem for him but the more she worked, the more it became clear to him that sex was a transaction with them, and love with him. They began to experiment in bed which brought them closer together. He accepted that the thought of her with others excited him, and they brought it into the bedroom where they would role-play him being a client. She would act out some of the things she had done that day while telling him about it. That led to videos of her working, then to a visit, where he secretly visited her and paid for her services without her boss knowing he was her husband.  

He described it as a world of possibilities if I didn't allow it to be a problem.  

I texted Mel to see how she was doing and finally got a message back just after 8 pm.

"Sorry I haven't replied darling, I haven't stopped. Just getting a break now as the match kicked off. Expecting a crazy run if England win. Love you so much xxx"

My cock stirred again. How many guys had she seen today? Had the one I saw early fucked her? I managed to concentrate on the England match for the next couple of hours which took my mind off Mel. England won 3-2 with a late goal which was a huge win. I knew that this would mean a busy night for her. Loads of drunk, happy, and horny lads would now want to finish their night off with a woman. Mel wasn't going to be finished any time soon.  

I busied myself on the website as I had another beer and continued to read messages of advice and encouragement.

Mel

My shift started quickly. No longer had I put my bag down, the guy outside did come in and wanted to see me. He was very quick in and out so to speak. His cock wasn't big and he just wanted to hammer it into me and get himself off. I didn't understand how some guys were happy with that. I had to fake it and he just hammered me until he came. It was done in 10 minutes with hardly a word spoken. The next few were better though, albeit only full personal services. I'd hardly spoken to Danni apart from saying hello as she crossed the landing having finished as I was heading into the room to see my next client.  

There was nothing memorable about any of the guys that afternoon, but the number kept increasing and the money came in. My book was filling up and by 7 pm I was nearing double figures. I finally had my first 40-minute service just before the match kicked off, and the guy paid an extra 20 quid for me to lick his ass and cum on my face. I was pleased with a bit of variety as much as the extra money. The relentless pounding on my pussy was taking its toll. On this service, we spent most of it orally pleasuring each other which I liked.  

Danni and I finally got something to eat and compared notebooks as the match started. Both of us were knackered and ready to go home, but we both knew that the late evening would see us busier than ever. The rest was nice though, and we managed a couple of hours with only 2 clients that chose this time as they weren't interested in football.  

"Girls I'd expect things to get a bit crazy later on," Rachel told us both, "They'll likely get a bit more kinky with what they're requesting, and might try to take the piss with freebies if they've had a few drinks. Charge them for everything extra with no exceptions. Cartlon is on hand upstairs if anybody tries anything on so remember the panic button if anything turns nasty, or shout the word Red as loud as you can. I hear every from those rooms remember."

We nodded and agreed. I felt a moment of fear as Rachel warned us this. Danni had a good 6 months' experience with me and hadn't seen any funny business either, but it was a stark warning that this could be a dangerous job. We weren't playing at this. We had no idea who these men coming in were.  

Rachel was right. At 10 pm the door rang and I was called into service. At 10.02 it rang again, 10.05, 10.08 and so on. By the time I'd finished my service 15 minutes later, we had 4 men backed up and waiting for us. I was using all of the tricks I'd learned to make them cum as quickly as possible so we could get through them. By midnight we still had 4 waiting so Rachel confirmed that we would stay open until 2 am. She pulled me aside when I got back to the room.  

"Mel, do you think you could do your first threesome?" She asked me. I'd said that I would do 2 guys at once, but she had said that it was rare. I'd forgotten about it, "They originally wanted Danni as she has seen both of these guys before. She's just started a 40 minute service though."

I looked a bit panicked. When I'd said yes it seemed like nothing, now I had to make a decision.  

"They're regulars here and I know them," Rachel said trying to sell it to me, "I can vouch that they're good lads, and they've just had a big win on a football bet. They want an hour PSE, so it's 200 quid each."

Whether I was sure or not, that was too much to turn down.  

"I'll do it," I told her, "Is it anything goes?"  

"Yeah pretty much," she confirmed, "I told them to respect any boundaries that you have, but these are just 2 mates that always wanted to have a girl together. They'll be putty in your hands."

I reapplied my lipstick and checked my bag. I had 6 condoms in it and my lubricant as I guessed they would both want me anally. I took a deep breath and walked into the room for another new experience.  

"Hi boys I'm Bella," I said trying to strike a confident pose. I put my hand on my hip with my legs slightly apart and push my boobs out. The boys are no more than 21 at a guess and both look slim and fit. "I hear you want to share a naughty girl tonight?"

Both of them nodded and looked a bit embarrassed. Neither wanted to ask me for what they wanted.  

"Er yeah," one of them said, "But we've never done this together before." 

"Don't worry boys neither have I," I said, "Rachel tells me you'd like a dirty porn star?"

"If that's ok?" The other one said.  

"Course it's ok lads," I told them, "Let's get ourselves undressed and just have a bit of fun?"

"Would you give us a lapdance first?" One asked. I felt embarrassed at first but remembered that I had to be confident Bella. Not shy Mel who would never dance sexually for a man.  

"Ok, then lads," I said, "Whatever you boys want is ok with me.'

I looked through my playlist on my phone and picked out the dirtiest song I could find. "Gett off" by Prince was my choice. 22 positions in a one-night stand, the lyrics said. Hopefully, I won't be in that many tonight!

I started to dance and gyrate in their laps. I felt ridiculous but tried to look outwardly confident while I did it. I gave them a few seconds each before turning my attention to the other. Both were scared to touch me. I suppose stripper rules are not touching. We didn't have that rule.  

"You can touch me, boys," I told them as I unfastened my bra and let it fall to the floor. I squeezed my boobs together and thrust them into the first man's face. He immediately squeezed my boobs and cupped as much of them as he could in his hands.  

I then did the same for the other guy who felt me up the same. The other guy was now feeling more confident and felt my bum as I danced for his friend. I was soaking already at having 2 pairs of hands on me. I'd fantasized about doing this when I was younger, and my first boyfriend and I had suggested bringing his friend into our bedroom when we were 19. We split up before we arranged it and the chance never came up again. I pulled my knickers down and bent over so the guy behind me got a filthy view of my holes. I felt his hands massage my ass and spread my cheeks. I whimpered when his fingers traced across my wet lips.

Both guys were rock-hard. They had undressed as instructed before I started and as the song finished I lay on the bed and let them have me. It was a blur. I had a pair of lips kissing me and another licking my nipples. There was another hand on my pussy stroking my clit and occasionally entering my fold. They were so horny and impatient.  

"Slow down boys," I reminded them, "There's plenty of me to go round."

They did exactly as I asked them. The other guy kissed me and played more gently with my boobs while the other got between my legs. I nearly jumped off the bed when his tongue made contact with my vagina, and not being able to see him due to kissing his friend heightened the pleasure. He was good with his tongue and after a couple of minutes, I came for the first time today. It was immense, and I realized just how much I needed that orgasm. I'd spent the whole day seeing man after man who just wanted to cum and get away. These lads wanted to make me feel good and they did.  

I got onto all-fours and started to suck the guy who had made me cum. I wiggled my bum to the other guy to offer myself to him. I felt his hands part my cheeks, then his tongue delving deep into my asshole. It was exactly what I wanted, and this guy loved eating my ass. We stayed there for a while until the guy I was sucking was getting close. I then switched over and sucked the other guy while I offered my ass to the other one. He wasn't quite as hungry to eat me there but did gently lick around my hole.  

"Boys, how about you both cum over my face?" I told them when I felt pre-cum in my mouth, "You can film it as long as you send me a copy."

I smiled up at them as I slipped to the floor. I'd had the idea that Jason may want to see this. I could at least test him out with the reality of it and see how he felt. The lads quickly took me up on the offer and stood over me. One took his phone out and started filming me.  

I sucked one deeply while looking into the camera. He was only about 6 inches and I managed to take him almost entirely in. The other was a little bigger but I took as much as I could into my mouth. I kept looking up at each of them as I alternated from one to the other.  

"Are you going to cover my face with cum then boys?" I asked them while squeezing my boobs together and licking my lips.  

One groaned so I opened my mouth as he spurted. The first couple of bolts went into my mouth then he aimed at my cheeks and chin. It was a good load and he looked over the moon with how I looked after. I then turned back to the guy filming and looked into the camera as he fired an unholy amount of cum into my mouth and over my face. It was in my hair, my eyes, and running down my boobs. I looked filthy and opened my mouth to show how full it was before I swallowed. I waved goodbye as he stopped filming and grabbed the towel to clean myself up.  

"That was fantastic boys," I told them, "I hope you've got more in the tank though?"

Both nodded and we lay chatting about nothing much for a few minutes. The guy sent me the video and we watched it together which made them hard again.

"This is so dirty lads," I told them, "I might show this to my husband tonight when I get home."

"You're married?" One of them said, "And he knows?"

"Yeah, coming up to 10 years," I replied, "And yes he knows. He wasn't happy when I decided to do this at first, but he's getting used to it."

"I'm not sure I could cope with my girlfriend or wife doing this," the other replied, "I'd be too jealous to let her."

"You can't be too jealous boys," I told them, now stroking their cocks, "Sometimes a woman needs to let loose. I love my husband but I love having hard and dirty sex without love sometimes. A lot of women need that. Can you give me a hard and dirty fuck boys?"

I was playing up to my role now and began to suck them both again. I got their condoms out and spent the next 10 minutes or so being fucked while I sucked and licked the other. I rimmed them both while being fucked from behind which was another thing I loved. I'd lost myself in Bella and gave them everything I could.  

We took a brief break again so I could apply some lubricant and get ready for anal. One at a time they slipped into my bum, slowly fucking me. I talked dirty again and implored them to fuck me like the slut I was. They took turns on my ass until one of them came for the 2nd time. The other one took his turn and fucked my bum hard from behind until he unloaded inside the condom.  

We all collapsed for a breather before getting dressed and ready to leave. The boys were both happy with we had done and promised to come back. I couldn't believe I'd had 2 men at the same time for the first time. And that neither of them were my husband. I certainly had some stories to tell him when he was ready.  

It was 1 am now but there were still 2 guys waiting. No sooner had I shut the door on my threesome partners than I was back in the bedroom with another guy that paid a bit extra to cum on my face. The next guy did the same, and my final client at 1.40 just wanted a regular full personal. The craziest day of my life was over, and I slumped down with Danni on the sofa. Rachel pulled out a bottle of wine and we sat giggling about the things we had done while totting up our books. I couldn't believe it when I looked at the final number.  

1. Full Personal - 37.50

2. Full Personal - 37.50

3. Full Personal - 37.50

4. Full Personal - 37.50

5. Full Personal - 37.50 cum on tits 10

6. Full Personal - 37.50

7. Full Personal - 37.50

8. Full Personal - 37.50

9. 40-minute inc rimming and facial - 75

10. Full Personal - 37.50

11. Full Personal - 37.50

12. Full Personal - 37.50

13. Full Personal - 37.50 plus 10 tip

14. 2 guys at once PSE - 300

15. Full Personal - 37.50 facial 10 tip 10

16. Full Personal - 37.50 facial 10

17. Full Personal - 37.50

Total = 987.50

I'd been with 18 guys in one day. I'd done my first threesome with 2 guys, and I'd had 5 men cum on my face and one on my boobs. I felt a strange sense of pride and shame as I sat in the taxi home. I thought about how Jason would feel, and also what my family and friends would think of me if they knew what I had done today. I then felt proud that I had earned nearly £1000. Jason was waiting up for me when I got in and I knew he would want a debrief.  

Jason

It was almost 3am when I heard Mel come in. I had dropped off to sleep while on the forum and I'm pretty sure that she saw what was on my laptop screen as I sluggishly woke up. It was a clear as day as to what I had been looking at, and I was expecting questions.  

"How was it then?" I asked as Mel slumped down on the sofa and cuddled me.  

"It was the longest day of my life," she said, looking tired, "We never stopped for 14 hours. I feel shattered."

"Sounds like a crazy day," I kissed her on the head. I didn't feel any jealousy this time around which was strange. I was just glad to have her back in my arms. I loved her so much.  

"I don't think I've got the energy to do anything tonight darling," she said to me, "Do you mind waiting until tomorrow? I just need to sleep."

"Of course, we can wait," I told her and kissed her.  

"If you need something to help you on your way I do have a video I can send you," she said with a smile, "I have to warn you that it's pretty dirty though."

I thought about it. My stomach was flipping and my heartbeat quickened. All I had to say was yes and I would see my lovely wife doing the kind of things that married women are never supposed to. But was I ready?  

"Thanks, but I'm not sure I'm there yet," I told her, "Please don't delete it though. I've been on a forum chatting with a lot of other guys whose partners work in the sex industry. I hope you don't mind, it's all anonymous."

"Of course, I don't mind," she said, "Anything that helps you with this has to be good."

Mel pulled out the wad of cash she had earned and handed it to me. It was huge. She smiled and pulled herself up to go to bed.  

"How many customers did you see to earn this?" I asked. I knew it had to be a lot when she had texted earlier.  

"18," she replied, "We never stopped. Night night darling, I love you."

"I love you too," I said. My wife had been with 18 guys since I saw her last. It blew my mind to think of it, but as she went upstairs my cock was rock hard again. Part of me wished I'd said yes to her video, but I wasn't sure I was ready. I answered the last question on my forum chat and asked how guys coped with the sheer number of partners their wives were having. I knew it was only business, but it felt like a big thing.  

The answer came back before I shut the laptop down. The number isn't important. "The more men she gives herself to, the more her sexuality and desirability will grow. Grow with her. She will feel more sexual and more people will want her. Just go with it and enjoy the rewards. Remember that she only loves you."

It was a profound answer but it made sense. The next few days would be a rollercoaster ride.  

Mel

I felt like I'd been run over by a truck the next day. Thankfully I wasn't due to work again until the following Tuesday so I had time to recover. Family and Jason's work dominated the next few days and we didn't get into any conversations about sex or my work.  

Tuesday was a quieter shift when I worked from 6 pm till close.

1. Full Personal - 37.50 plus 10 tip. First return customer

2. Full Personal - 37.50

3. Full Personal - 37.50 plus kissing 10

4. Full Personal - 37.50 facial 10

5. 1-hour service - 90 plus 10 tip 

Total = £270

Thursday 6 till close

1. Full Personal - 37.50

2. Full Personal - 37.50

3. Full Personal - 37.50 

4. Full Personal - 37.50 plus 10 tip 

5. Full Personal - 37.50

6. Full Personal - 37.50 plus 10 tip

Total = £245

Neither shift offered anything more than basic stuff, and apart from my first return guy, nothing was memorable. I'd pulled in decent money though and was also working another late shift on Saturday. We had planned a night out, but Danni was struggling for childcare as Wayne was away. I could either offer to have her son for a sleepover or work myself. The latter made more sense and Jason agreed.  

The Saturday shift was busy from the off and we had a good turnover of customers as soon as I got in. It was mainly quick service, but Rachel had brought in a quick "Blow n Go" service as she called it. £30 for oral without including cum on tits. Facial was an extra £10 and the limit was 10 minutes. If you didn't cum within the 10 minutes your time was up and that was that. I had to agree that it was a great idea and could see a lot of people going for that. The shift was otherwise uneventful but steady.  

1. Full Personal - 37 50

2. Blow n Go - 30

3. Blow n Go - 30 facial 10

4. Blow n Go - 30 facial 10

5. Full Personal - 37.50

6. 40 minute - 60 

7. Blow n Go - 30 facial 10

8. 40 minute - 60

Total = £345

Our marketing genius had hit on something here and it would allow us to free up more time to fit more in. I'd earned just under £1000 this week and estimated that my first month on the game would net me almost £3000. I was 6 times my old wage so the time was right for the conversation with Jason about whether I worked at the flat full time. I didn't even work the 4th week as I didn't need to. I could choose to spend time with my family and Rachel could rotate work with the other girls.  

Jason 

I wasn't surprised when Mel opened up the question of her quitting her old job.  

"Would you honestly be happy doing this full-time?" I asked her. It had only been a month since she had started at the brothel. She hadn't worked for just over a week by now and it felt to me as if she was getting the itch to go back.  

"Yeah I would," she replied, "I know this is all new to us, but look at the money I'm earning."

"And you enjoy it," I asked her further, "Are you missing it?" 

"I don't know if missing it is the right word," she went on, "But yes I'll be honest. I enjoy it."

Mel looked at me for a reaction.

"Look it's ok for you to enjoy it," I said to her, "I've been reading a lot of stuff and talking to some people online this week. I don't know how I feel a lot of the time, but I can see how people learn to live with it."

"We can learn to live with it darling," she said holding my hand, "I'm so sure that we're secure enough to cope with this. Is there anything I can do to help you manage things?"

I had to think about that. Was I ready to see her video? Did I enjoy it when she talked about her clients with me? I wasn't sure how my body would react to either.  

"Take me to bed," I told her, "I think it's about time I met Bella."

Mel 

I knew exactly what he wanted. My legs went weak at the thought of it. I was equally part terrified that I had to expose my alter ego to the man I loved, and excited about what I was going to do to him.  

"Ok darling, get yourself comfortable in the bedroom and take your clothes off," I said to him, switching into Bella mode, "I'll be through in a moment."

Jason went upstairs and made sure Robbie was asleep. I went to the bathroom and applied my slutty deep red lipstick and looked at myself in the mirror. I used to be embarrassed by the way I looked, but men seemed to love my soft curves and not care about the fact I was a BBW. I took everything off and headed into the room. It felt like we were about to fuck for the very first time. At the last minute, I remembered condoms. I had a few in my bag and decided that if he wanted the full Bella experience, he would have to play by the rules.  

"What can I do for you babe?" I asked him as I walked into our bedroom. His eyes ate up my nude body and his cock was like a rock already.

"Er I don't know," he stumbled, and I genuinely felt his nerves, "I'd like a fuck I guess."

"How about we do our 40 minute service love," I suggested, "That way you can have me twice if you can get it up again."

His cock twitched with my crude talk. He just nodded and I joined him on the bed.  

"I'll suck you without but you'll have to wear one of these for sex," I told him, tossing a condom on the bed.  

"Really?" He exclaimed, "We haven't used one of these for years."

"House rules darling," I said to him, "No condom no fun. Simple."

I was stroking his cock now and he groaned and threw his head back. I knew he wasn't going to last long the first time, but I was prepared to make him go again. Bella was going to insist on it.  

I sucked his cock long and hard. I had learned to take more of a man into my mouth over the last few weeks and Jason loved it. It only took him a couple of minutes before he came. I moved my lips off of his cock and let him erupt. I kept my face close enough to allow the globs of sperm to land on my cheek and worked with my lips to drain the last of it out of him. For the first time, my lovely husband had cum over my face. He looked shocked but I just smiled up at him and reached for the wipes.  

"God Mel that was fucking incredible," He groaned, "I would ask you where you learned to do that, but I know that already."

"It's Bella," I reminded him, "Did you forget my name?"

Jason smiled and realized that I was still in character. Once I was cleaned up I lay next to him and invited him to play with my boobs. He tried to kiss me but I stopped him.  

"That's £10 extra darling," I said to him, "I don't kiss for free."

Jason looked shocked but nodded as if to pass imaginary money to me. I pounced on him, kissing him as aggressively as I'd ever done. Within 5 minutes of cumming he was rock hard again. Instead of sucking his cock I licked his balls. I knew where I was going, but the look on Jason's face as I worked along his crack to his asshole was priceless. I tongued him as deeply as I'd done to any man. I was on heat and needed him to see my dirty side tonight. My face was pressed into his hole until he almost jumped off the bed.  

"Fucking hell Bella that's unreal," He said, finally using my working name for the first time, "But I need to fuck you before I cum again."

He reluctantly put the condom on and I presented him myself from behind. I wiggled seductively for him and spread as wide as I could. I wanted him to lick my asshole, but I was a working girl. I had to wait for what he wanted. Then I felt a tentative flick of the tongue in my bum crack. I groaned and felt myself pushing against him. He went deeper and I could feel his tongue pushing past my sphincter. It was amazing and even better with my husband. He worked my clit for only a couple of minutes and I exploded with an earth-shattering orgasm.  

Jason held me from behind and thrust his cock into me. He just held my hips and hammered in and out.  

"You fucking love cock don't you Bella?" He grunted as we fucked.

"Yeah, I love it," I grunted back, "I need as much of it as I can get. Fuck me hard."

He did fuck me hard. He was bigger and deeper inside me than I'd ever felt. Even the first time we did it didn't feel like this.  

"Get the lube out of the drawer," I told him after a few minutes, "I want you in my ass. Fuck my dirty whore as like all those other men have."

He pulled the lube out and I felt a couple of fingers enter me.

"How many men have fucked your bum Bella," He asked, still breathing heavily.  

"10, maybe more," I had no idea but I knew he wanted to hear that it was a lot.

"Do you let your husband fuck your ass?" He carried on as he kissed my neck and pulled my hair with his free hand.

"My husband has never had my ass," I told him, "It's only for paying customers."

He groaned again and I felt his fingers leave my bum.

"How many men do you want in your ass Bella," He said through gritted teeth as his cock pressed against my tight hole.  

"100s," I told him as his cock popped in, giving me that now familiar feeling of pleasure and pain, "Anybody can have it if they pay me."

He was fully inside and fucking me again. The poor man only lasted a couple of minutes before he spurted into the condom. We both collapsed in each other's arms a sweaty mess.  

"I'm so glad I finally got to meet you Bella," He said with a smile as we fell asleep together.

I'd taken a calculated risk exposing him to what was fast becoming my alter ego, but for now, it had paid off.

Jason 

Sex with Bella opened my eyes. It was incredible physically anyway. Mentally I still struggled as it sent my mind into overdrive to think of her wiggling her ass to strangers and telling them to fuck her. This was what she was now though. I completely understood why she became Bella when she was at work. At home, she was the same loving wife and mother she had always been. At work, she was a foul-mouthed whore who loved cock. The problem was that I knew that it wasn't an act. She meant it.  

I continued chatting to other husbands online and told them about the mind-blowing sex we'd had. All of them felt that this was another big step towards acceptance for me. The one I chatted to most felt that it was now time for me to see her video if she was still willing to share. I wasn't sure as I now knew what she was like with them. Maybe I didn't need to see it anymore.  

There was no further chat needed about Mel going full time. She had decided this herself and would have done it with or without my blessing. I did give her my blessing although I still had plenty of misgivings and fears about her being there.

She returned to work after her week off and I was back to being house husband once more.  

Mel

Our night of debauched sex brought us closer together. We chatted through my decision to go full-time into sex work, and Jason gave me his blessing. I know he still had reservations which was entirely fair, but didn't stand in my way.  

Monday night would be my first shift as a full-time working girl and it was a dull one.  

1. Full Personal - 37.50

2. Full Personal - 37.50

3. Full Personal - 37.50

4. Full Personal - 37.50 

Total = £150

Tuesday 

1. Blow n Go - 30

2. Full Personal - 37.50

3. Blow n Go - 30 facial 10

4. Full Personal - 37.50 

Total = £155

The reality of the job was kicking in a bit after a second quiet day. I was missing Jason and Robbie and the money wasn't great. I knew week nights would often be like this, but it sucked the soul out of you spending hours watching TV in a dingy flat with nothing to do. The weekends made up for it though.  

Friday would be my next shift as I was working 4 days this week. This would be another first for me. I was working with Debbie who I now knew pretty well. She was a wife and Mum like me although maybe a couple of years older. She had a fantastic figure despite her having 2 kids and was slim, pretty, and natural. She looked a cut above most working girls but was the most down-to-earth one of us and loved sex. She and her husband were swingers on and off, so they never had the bombshell Danni or I had when approaching sex work. They had been sharing and swapping for years, so making money from sex seemed natural.  

The shift started as usual and was relatively slow until 4pm. Once workers started to finish, we started to get busy. Payday millionaires with money in their pocket all wanted to live the dream. We were that dream. We greeted them with open arms and open legs and gladly took their money.  

My bombshell came at 5 pm when Rachel cheerfully returned to announce that a man wanted Debbie and me for a lesbian show with sex. The 40-minute session would be £200 and we would split the cash.  

"Oooh now this is going to be fun," Debbie said clapping her hands, "You've never been with a girl, have you? I can guess by that look on your face."

"No offense meant," I joked with her, "But no I haven't. I said I'd do it but never thought about it again."

"No offence taken," Debbie said putting her arm around me, "I've done this loads of times so just follow my lead. They want a show, so no matter what happens we do a lot of moaning and groaning. I'll go down on you and if you feel confident enough, do the same to me. Then one of us can ride him while the other sits on his face. I usually suggest that they finish off fucking one of us from behind while they lick the other girl. They love that view of fucking a girl as she licks pussy."

That was that. I was nervous as hell but glad that my first time would be with Debbie. She was lovely and knew what she was doing. We collected our stuff and went to the room. We walked in arm in arm giggling and girly.  

"Just you sit down and let us entertain you," Debbie said pulling me closer to herself. The guy was already undressed and ready for us.  

Debbie kissed me and put her hands on my bum. The first kiss was nervous on my part, but I relaxed as her tongue started to explore my mouth. She was so soft and gentle compared to a man. I liked it a lot and pulled her closer with my hands on her bum. The kiss lasted a while and I felt her hands moving upwards to unclip my bra. Her hands roamed over my boobs, and she soon kissed her way down to my nipples. Her tongue felt divine as she flicked and licked over my erect nipples.  

I then found her pushing her hand into my knickers. She was getting more aggressive and I sensed that she was also getting turned on. I was soaking as to always seemed to be and my legs felt weak as she probed between my folds.  

"Let's get our knickers off," she whispered to me, "Turn our backs to him and pull them down. Give him a show. I'm going to lick you out after that. Do you think you can do that to me too?"

"Yes," I whispered breathlessly as we turned our backs to him to remove our now-wet knickers.  

I now lay back on the bed next to the guy and opened my legs for Debbie. She kissed and nibbled my inner thighs to tease me before she flicked her tongue across my wet slit. She was soon delving deep and tasting my juices while the man felt my boobs.  

"I want to suck your cock," I told him.  

I could feel myself cumming as he slid his rock-hard cock between my lips. The dual sensation of sucking a cock while a woman licked me to orgasm was sensational. I came hard and Debbie ended up with my juices all over her face when she came up for air.  

"Fuck me while I lick Debbie's pussy," I told the man. He couldn't get the condom on quickly enough and I pushed my bum up in the air to give him access to my pussy.  

I didn't know how I would feel about licking another woman, but Debbie tasted lovely. I'd tasted my juices on Jason's cock before and this was similar. I tried to concentrate on making her cum, but as the guy thrust into me, I used the rhythm of our bodies to press my tongue against Debbie's clit. This did the trick and Debbie enjoyed her orgasm, her body shaking as she came. The guy soon followed and pushed his cock inside me as he filled the condom.  

We ended up in a 69 to get him hard again soon after, and he finished by fucking Debbie while she licked me into another orgasm. I'd ticked another box that I never thought that I would in having sex with a woman. And earned £75 plus a generous tip of £20 for us to share.  

"Bella is not a lesbian virgin anymore! X" I text to Jason when I get back to the living room.  

"Naughty Bella! Did she like it? X"

"Yeah, she did. It was strange but fun x"

"Good. Hope the rest of your shift is fun Bella. Love you x"

I felt that little flutter in my heart. Jason was playing along with my Bella alter ego and he seemed more accepting of my job. This felt like more progress. I spent the rest of the night servicing a good number of men that were nothing special.  

1. Full Personal - 37.50

2. Full Personal - 37.50

3. Blow n Go - 30 swallow 20

4. Full Personal - 37.50

5. Full Personal - 37.50 

6. Blow n Go - 30 facial 10

7. Lesbian with Debbie - 75

8. Full Personal - 37.50

9. Full Personal - 37.50

10. Blow n Go - 30 facial 10

Total = £355

I showed Jason my book when I got in and he was interested to see what I had done.

Jason 

Seeing Mel's, well Bella's book was an eye opener as to what my wife was doing. Hearing her explain about their blow n Go service and seeing that she sometimes took facials or swallowed made it even more real. It wasn't just my imagination anymore. I wanted to do these things with her too, but this was Bella, not Mel.  

She was back at work on the Saturday and with her now having worked a month, she needed her first STI test. It was a relief for both of us that it was negative and I dropped her at work for another shift.  

I spent the day keeping busy with Robbie, but once he went to bed I found myself watching wife-sharing and prostitute porn. I was consuming more and more of this now, which I should have been concerned about. I'd also been on the forum talking about my love for this kind of porn. My friend there asked whether I fantasized about it being Mel in the action. I did. Every scene I watched I wished that I was watching Mel in action. His advice was simple. If she's told you that she has a video, you need to see it.  

I had a few more drinks and typed out the text.  

"I think I'm ready to see Bella's video now x"

My finger hovered over the send button for a good few minutes. I feared what I would see but I was desperate to see her in action. I was consuming so much porn online and all I wanted to see was her. I hit send.

Mel 

I was shocked but not shocked when that text from Jason arrived. I'd expected that curiosity would eventually get the better of him, but it still surprised me. Part of me had wondered if the idea would just go away over time. The more I shared with him about what I was doing, the more I felt I was involving him. Sharing my book was another big step. He no longer had to imagine what I was doing. I suppose this was the next natural step.  

"Are you 100% sure about this? This is hardcore stuff, Jason. It might not be an easy watch for you x"

"I know, but I need to see it. I can't think about anything else imagining you with different men. I can't explain it, but I need to see it x"

"Please promise you won't think any less of me afterward. This was a Porn star experience remember x"

"I understand darling, I know I'm seeing Bella, not Mel x"

I hit send. I felt sick to my stomach as to what he would think.

Jason

The 5-minute video took a couple of agonizing minutes to download. I wavered for a few moments and briefly considered deleting it, but I didn't. I took a swig of beer and pressed play.

It flickered into life and I saw the bedroom and a naked man sitting on the bed.  

"So you boys want Bella the porn star then" I heard the unmistakable voice of Mel say. The boys both mumbled that they did and the camera focused on Mel. First on the lush triangle of trimmed brown pubes then upwards to her tits and face. She was only wearing her stockings and suspenders and her hair was up. She wore heavy make-up but looked stunning. She had the kind of smile that told me she was loving this. My heart sank but my cock was as hard as it had ever been.  

She sank to her knees and the guy panned down to his cock and her face. He was bigger than me and I felt another surge of jealousy. She never took her eyes off him as she wrapped her lips around his thick piece. She looked every inch a porn star as she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth. She was slurping and wanking him harder as his breathing quickened.  

"This is the biggest cock I've ever seen," she said to him with a smile before engulfing him again." He replied something inaudible as she worked harder on him.  

I was transfixed. A mixture of jealousy and arousal as the end approaches.  

"I want you to cum on my face," she told him, "Fucking give it to me."

He did. Mel let his cock out and he shot the first bolt in her eye, then her mouth and her cheeks. By the time he was finished, she was completely covered in the stuff. She swallowed what was in her mouth, but some was dripping from her chin onto her tits. She looked up into the camera once more and blew a kiss. Was that for him or me? I was confused. Mel gave so much of herself to him and my confusion grew. As did my arousal.  

I didn't receive any further texts from Mel so she was either working or giving me time to process what I'd seen. I watched it again and didn't take my eyes off her eyes. She was lost in lust as she sucked his cock. If the eyes are the window to the soul, then I had seen right into her soul. My wife loved cock, and it didn't matter who that cock belonged to. Would she want to do this outside of her work now? Would she end up with some guy the next time she went out with the girls? My mind was on overdrive again.  

Mel

Saturday night was busy again and I didn't have time to text Jason back. I hoped he was ok with what he saw, but also knew that he must be feeling so many different emotions. I tried to put myself in his shoes and think about how I would feel if it was him having however many different women. Maybe a month ago I would have been horrified, but now it didn't upset me at all. Maybe it was just me, but I found out that I could separate love and sex.  

"How did you find it then?" I asked him when I got in.  

"You want the truthful version?" He asked me and I nodded, "I felt sick with jealousy when I first saw you with him. I wanted to rip his head off for what he was doing to you. But the look on your face I can't describe. I kind of thought that all working girls were doing it because they had to. Not because they wanted to be there. You want to be there don't you?"

He had put me on the spot.  

"It's so hard to explain," I said to him, "I wouldn't be there if it wasn't for the money. That is true. But I also love doing it. I know it's hard to make sense of, but I enjoy the sex I have with other men. I get to be Bella and go wild. I can cut loose and do things I'd never dare to with you as I'll never see them again. They wouldn't judge me as they know I'm being paid to do it."

"I wouldn't judge you either," He responded.

"I know that," I went on, "But when I'm here with you I'm a wife and a mother. It just feels different because of the love I have for you. When I'm there and in Bella mode, I feel free to be who I want to be. You must think I'm such a slut."

"Course I don't," He went on, "But it confuses me as to how you can just turn into somebody else."

"I don't understand it either," I carried on, "But it works for me. The more I give to my clients the more I earn. I've started to get regular clients now which helps no end. Tell me something though. Was it hot to watch?"

"Yeah, it was hot," I said as she freed my cock from my pants, "You looked so good."

"Then maybe Bella will give you the same service," I said dropping to my knees, "You can film it too."

"How many cocks have been in this mouth tonight Bella?" He asked me.  

"12," I said to him tossing him my book to check my night, "I've had cum on my face, on my tits, in my mouth, and I swallowed 3 loads. I fucking love it."

I sucked as Jason filmed and he lasted less than a minute. I pulled back when I felt the first blast and opened my mouth. I'd never seen my husband cum so much. He shot in my mouth, my cheeks, even on my forehead, and in my hair. Watching my video had turned him on so much and he couldn't hold back. I wondered how he would feel post-orgasm, but he was fine. He looked at my book and chatted about my work that night.

1. Blow n Go - 30 swallow 20

2. Full Personal - 37.50 

3. Full Personal - 37.50 

4. Full Personal - 37.50

5. 40 minute - 60 facial 10

6. Full Personal - 37.50 

7. Blow n Go - 30 swallow 20

8. Blow n Go - 30 swallow 20

9. Full Personal - 37.50 cum on tits 10

10. Blow n Go - 30 facial 10

11. 1 hour - 90 anal 20 facial 10

12. Full Personal - 37.50

Total = £615

Jason

Over the next year, we settled into this new life. I had grown to accept the situation and that Mel enjoyed working at the brothel. Our life was somehow better than it ever had been. We were financially safe and stress around the house had reduced dramatically. We did date nights again, we did things as a family and life was good. It no longer bothered me that Mel was racking up 100s of new sexual partners because she was happy and things were working.

Like anything in life, once you do something enough times it becomes routine. That's what this had become. I'd learned to see it how it was, just a fun way for her to earn money. But then life has a way of throwing you a curveball, and this was one of those occasions.  

Mel

I was loving life. Jason had accepted my new career and we went on as any married couple would. I was enjoying my wild side and having sex with 30-odd different men every week. I felt insatiable most of the time and even after busy days, I would jump on Jason the minute I got home.  

I now had several regulars, including the 2 guys who I did my first threesome with. They had been back to take me together a few times and had even given me my first double penetration. I'd seen plenty in porn but never dreamed I would be in one. It was heaven to me. I had no idea how much I would enjoy all of these perverted things, but I did. I'd even started doing watersports when requested. I'd also discovered that it wasn't as bad as I'd expected. Not many were into it, but I would happily do it when required.  

The threesome guy came in one Friday night and had a basic service with me.  

"Bella, are you working tomorrow night?" He asked me.  

"No, why?" I responded.

"My mate has his stag do organised for tomorrow night," he went on, "We had a couple of strippers booked and they were gonna throw in a bit extra. They've cancelled on us, and I've got 100 lads coming to a social club with no entertainment. Would you fancy it?"

"Stripping? Not really my thing I'm afraid," I told him, "Besides what kind of extras are you talking about?"

"Just the usual stag party stuff you know," he went on, "Suck the groom off and maybe a couple of his groomsmen. Maybe a bit of sex with a couple of them if they're up for it. Nothing massive."

"How much are we talking about?" I asked him. I couldn't deny that I was interested. Despite never having stripped I'd heard stories of these kinds of parties. Even Jason had been to one before we met and told me. It was raucous and he told me that there wasn't much more happened than a stripper sucking off one of the lads, and a few guys getting a bit handsy with the girls. Nothing went over the top and the girls didn't mind a bit of that kind of stuff.

"A grand," He said, "The lads are all putting 20 quid up each, so there's 2 grand on offer. We need 2 girls ideally. Maybe a bit of a lesbian show, then a few lads up on stage. It won't be anything more than that."

I should have sensed alarm bells ringing at this point but I didn't. I saw a good night's pay, and the chance to have some fun. Something about taking my clothes off in front of a seedy pub or club full of men excited me. I'd been to a stripper bar with one of my exes and loved it. The way the girls walked around so confidently and bared everything to the cheering crowd turned me on. I wished I had the confidence to do it. Now I did have the confidence.  

I broke a rule of our brothel for the first time in the year I'd worked there. I accepted a phone number from a client. This was a strict no-no for all girls. It was mainly to protect us against men turning up at our homes or stalking us. It made sense but in a stupid minute I made my decision. I told Ross that I would think about it.

Demmi thought I was crazy for thinking about it, but by the time I had completed my sales pitch, she was considering it.  

"It just feels too risky babe," she said trying to put me off of it, "200 blokes could so easily get out of hand. We wouldn't have security like at the flat and anything could happen."

"Isn't that the thrill of it though?" I said to her, "Can you imagine all of those eyes on you, wanting you, wishing they could fuck you?"

"Well yeah, I've had a few thoughts about wanting to strip," she told me, "But this feels dangerous."

"I'm sure Ross will look after us," I told her, "And they've offered us a grand each if we do it."

Demmi thought about it and half an hour later text me to say she would do it. Wayne wasn't happy but he gave her his blessing to do it. He also felt it was risky, but also felt that she was experienced enough to handle it. I had to speak to Jason about it now.  

I explained everything to him and he wasn't happy at all.  

"This is a huge risk,' he told me, "I can't see why you would want to do something like this. You've got all of that protection at the flat, and you would risk this?"

"It's a huge load of cash Jason," I pointed out. A grand for 8 till midnight is massive."

"And you want to do it of course?" He said sarcastically, "Be some cheap social club stripper?"

"Judging me again are you?" I snapped back at him, "Thought we were over all of that."

"We are, but think about this Mel," He said to me, "How easily could that get out of hand? 100 horny blokes full of drink and probably drugs. You could end up getting raped or something."

"I trust Ross," I said to him, trying to put his mind at rest, "He's a nice bloke and I know he wouldn't take advantage of us."

"How do you know that?" He asked me, "He's a regular punter at your brothel. You know him no better than he knows you. This feels like trouble to me."

"Please trust me," I said to him, holding his hand and giving that look he loves, "I wouldn't do this if I thought anything bad would happen. We agreed to do stuff with the groom and a handful of others. It'll be no different to a usual Saturday shift."

Jason shook his head and walked off. He wasn't accepting this. I also wasn't going to be told and rang Ross to tell him that he had Demmi and Bella for the night.  

Jason 

I was angry with Mel for not listening but I knew that once she had decided that she was doing something, she wouldn't be stopped. I spoke to Wayne who also had misgivings, and he offered to take them to the club and look after them as well as he could.  

I reluctantly accepted this and settled in for a long night of worrying about what would happen. I hadn't faced this kind of fear in a long time, since those first few shifts a year ago.  

By the time we got to 3 am, I was panicking. Wayne had messaged to say that it had been a bit wild and was still going.  

"Sorry mate, but the lads have had a whip round and have raised another grand between them. They're still going." 

"Are they fucking all of these guys or something?" I replied.  

Nothing more. 4 am came and passed and I fell asleep waiting. It was 5.30 am when I heard Mel come in. She looked at a state. Her clothes were in a mess and her hair that had looked so perfect earlier was now scruffy. She had no make-up left on and she just wanted to sleep. I sensed that something wasn't right, but she was in no mood to talk. I slept on the sofa and let her sleep. She had been drinking and God knows what else. I had a deeply uneasy feeling about what had gone on.  

"Look mate Danni is in a bit of a state. They both drank a fair bit and did a bit of gear tonight. She said they ended up doing stuff they weren't supposed to. I'll let you know when I get more out of her. Anything that Mel tells you. Let me know please." Wayne text. He wasn't worried about anything usually and was the most laid-back bloke I knew. This felt serious.  

Mel

We arrived at the club at half 7. It was a typical East London social club in that it was a dirty looking place, and looked like it hadn't been decorated since the 1970s. It was just how I wanted it to be though. I wanted sleazy. I'd long heard about clubs like these doing Men Only nights with strippers and a dirty comedian, and had long wanted to see what it was like.  

Danni and I put our sexy gear on and both decided that we would do our first dance dressed as nurses. Both of us wore our red latex outfits with suspenders and got ready to go.  

"Thanks so much for coming girls," Ross said, and Tony came with him to see us, "You've seen the prosecco I got you, and it's on tap for you all night if you want it."

We both smiled and took a sip of our drinks.

"I've got some other stuff if you'd like a livener before you get out there," said Tony, getting a little bag out of his pocket and waving it at us.

I'd not taken cocaine since I was 20. I loved the feeling it gave me but not the comedown. It also made me horny. I remembered doing some on a hen party back then and I'd snogged and groped 3 or 4 lads in a nightclub. I'd been so close to taking one of them to the toilets for a shag, but my friend had stopped me. When I got home to my boyfriend I ended up fucking him for hours on end.  

"Yes please!" Danni said taking the rolled-up £20 note. She had told me that she liked a bit of it when she was partying. She needed no persuasion. I hesitantly took the note and took a hit of the drug. The rush was immediate and intense. We both looked in the mirror to make sure we had nothing left on our faces and got ready to get on stage.  

"Girls, if things get a bit wild tonight are you ok with that?" Ross asked "A few of the lads asked if you would consider fucking some of them? I said they'd have to tip extra."

"Tell them 50 quid a bang," I said to them, emboldened by the drugs now coursing around my system, "Money upfront or no pussy. The groom and 6 groomsmen are included in the price. Everybody else pays."

Ross agreed and thanked us both. Danni and I strutted out onto the stage to the cheers of 100 loud and fired up. It was terrifying, but the rush was incredible.  

Danni and I danced together and used the stage to get closer to the men. We unzipped our dresses and tossed them to the back of the stage to many whistles and cheers. Soon our underwear was off and we were facing the back of the stage with our legs apart. I was already wet knowing that 100 men had their eyes fixed on my asshole and pussy. We gyrated together and felt each other's tits as the song came to an end.  

As the next one started Danni guided me into a 69 and we gave an exaggerated lesbian show and licked each other out. When that song was finished, we headed off stage to huge cheers and went backstage. We repeated that for a few more songs until we had done 3 different routines.  

Danni and I then put on our policewomen outfits. I loved dressing up and we got more whistles and cheers as we got up again. This time Danni went down to get the groom and put him in handcuffs. We stripped him naked much to the amusement of his friends and I sucked his cock while Danni played with his ass. She then dropped to her knees and rimmed him while I sucked. He wasn't hard at first no doubt due to stage fright, I could feel him growing in my mouth. I then spun him around and stuck my tongue in his ass while Danni sucked him.  

I felt filthy doing this but the cheers were deafening now. So many guys were shouting dirty comments about how we needed to be fucked. It was degrading and misogynistic, but with the drink and drugs in my system, I loved it.  

We eventually laid him flat and I climbed on board his cock. Danni sat on his face and we put on an over-the-top show of bouncing up and down on him. It never occurred to me that we hadn't put a condom on him, but I wasn't making good decisions by this point. With a grunt, the groom erupted inside me. I hadn't planned this but it happened. As I got up I felt a rush of sperm leaking down my legs. I didn't care.  

Danni rounded up the groomsmen and told them to line up. They were to fuck us both from behind. Nobody was to cum until he had fucked both of us. Guys were now crowding around the stage to get a better view of proceedings, and the lewd comments were getting dirtier "Use the dirty cunts" "Fucking ruin them" and "Fill these cum buckets full boys" It should have revolted me but it didn't.

I looked into Danni's eyes as the first cock entered me. One after another they fucked us from behind then moved around until they had all taken their turn. Somebody came inside me, then one came on my bum, and then a 3rd guy shot his load into me. I was awash with spunk now, and as the last man to fuck Danni came inside her, we stood up and did a bow to the crowd. We also turned around and bowed again so they could see our messy pussies. Both of us were dripping with cum now as we walked off stage.  

The guys were baying for more so Ross went on the mic to say that we would come back onto stage if they all paid another £10 each. Tony went round to collect the cash and insisted that anybody not paying would leave. Ross also announced that for £50 any of the guys could fuck us. They would do it on stage and nobody would have us to themselves. The atmosphere was heated as lads approached the stage with handfuls of money. This was getting out of control, but we went through with it. There were so many warning signals, but our decision-making was clouded. More prosecco, more cocaine, and we were back onto the stage. There was no going back.

The first guy handed me a wad of notes and I stuffed them into my stockings. I lay down and he held my legs open as he fucked me. Danni was riding another guy as more crowded around on stage. They were now grabbing handfuls of our boobs as we were fucked. It was completely out of control now. My guy came and another pushed his cash into my hand and entered me. He was already inside me as I stuffed it in my stockings as he started. He lasted maybe a minute before another repeated the rough fucking.  

I was completely out of it and just took their money as one after another used me. I was being mauled and dragged onto all fours so they could fuck me from behind. I could feel my pussy leaking cum as I was awash with it now. It was too late to consider how big a risk I had taken. I was overflowing. One after another they came, stuck their cocks in us, left us full of cum, and left us there. It didn't bother me how many of them did it to me and I was screaming at them to use me.  

One of the guys decided to pee on me without asking. This ended up with a whole line of men pissing over both of us. We had no alternative but to let them. It was getting out of hand as Jason had warned me. I was acutely aware that these men could do whatever they wanted to us, and there was nothing either of us could do about it.

The rest of the night was nothing more than a blur. We were both used until we could barely move. I had no idea how many men had taken me and Ross helped me back to the dressing room, while Tony helped Danni. I felt ashamed that I had allowed this to happen. It was exactly what Jason had feared and warned me about. Neither of us said a word as we cleaned ourselves up. I pulled an incredible amount of money out of my stockings, and the boys handed us even more as they had collected some as we had so much going on.  

"Sorry that got so out of hand girls," Ross said as Wayne came to get us. He had been quiet all night and had let this happen. We had our money and we were going home.

"Why didn't you stop that?" Danni said to Wayne once we were in the car, "Did you see what they did to us? Don't you care?"

"Of course I care," Wayne said, "But you should have seen you 2 up there. You were loving it. How could I stop it when you were so into it?"

He showed us a video that he had taken. Both of us were screaming at the lads to fuck us harder. Taunting them that they weren't fucking like real men. We were both shocked, but he was right. This wasn't rape. We were willing participants in this and we knew it. So much of the night was cloudy, but it was clear that we wanted to fuck.  

"How many?" That was all I managed to ask Wayne.  

"Sorry Mel, I lost count," He said honestly, "25, maybe 30, maybe even more. It was a lot. They made it pretty clear that you'd both agreed and that there would be trouble if I tried to stop it."

I pulled up my jumper around my face and felt crushed. My head was now pounding and my body was sore. Tomorrow I had to confess all of this to Jason.  

Jason

Mel didn't surface until the late afternoon. The debrief was painful. She was tearful as she told me what had happened. The drugs, the groom and groomsmen, the extras, and how they both ended up pulling a train until they almost passed out. It killed me inside to hear it.

"Please say something?" She implored me, "I need to know what you're thinking."

"What I'm thinking?" I told her, anger rising inside me, "I think you're fucking stupid Mel. Stupid, uncaring, and irresponsible. You put your life at risk last night and for what? A few grand?'

She was now in floods of tears.  

"You let 30 guys or however many more cum in you?" I shouted, "What the fuck were you thinking? All this time I've accepted what you do, and you've done everything you could to keep safe, and now this?"

"I'm so sorry," she sobbed, "I didn't mean for this to happen."

"The thing is that you did though," I continued, "I've seen the videos Mel, loads of people have seen the video. They're out there. A couple of my mates have messaged me to check that I was ok as they recognised you. Do you realize what you've done? Everybody knows now."

She said nothing and sobbed. The reality of the situation was sinking in. I had no idea what I was going to do next. I couldn't even stand to look at her.  

I took Robbie and drove to my parents. I needed time away from her.  

Mel

I was broken when Jason left but I didn't blame him. I was nothing more than a cheap whore. The Gangbang Girl. Why would he want to be with me? The fallout was immense. Danni and I were sacked from the Brothel as we had broken their rules. Countless people unfriended me on social media, and I had to sit in front of my parents and admit what I had been doing.  

One week turned into two, then into a month. Jason and I only spoke to arrange care of Robbie, and as a second month passed, I grew ever more depressed and less hopeful of a reconciliation. I took an immediate STI test which was negative, and another one a month later, then another after 2 months. I was all clear. I felt relief, but also still the incredible shame of what I'd done. Maybe I had deserved to catch something as some divine retribution.  

I missed Jason so much and questioned myself as to why I had thrown away everything good we had. He had grown so much to accept my sex work and supported me without question. Then I did this to him. I was all of those horrible things that people were calling me. I made one terrible decision.  

Danni and I remained close. She and Wayne remained strong which I was pleased about. It was also hard to watch as I wanted Jason back. After 3 months had passed I made the decision to find a new job. I answered an add in a local paper and went to speak to the maid of a new brothel. I confessed what I'd done in my previous job and was open with her. She already knew as did most people but was prepared to give me a chance.  

In her words "Everybody fucks up at some point in their lives. Everybody deserves a 2nd chance. Don't fuck it up again"

I so wished that Jason thought like this. We were talking but it didn't feel like we were any closer to resolving our differences.  

Jason

"I hear you're back on the game then?" I asked Mel as I picked Robbie up on her first shift. I regretted the way I'd said it as soon as it came out of my mouth. I hadn't meant to judge her.  

"What else did you expect me to do?" She snapped back at me, "I can hardly ask for a job in the local supermarket, can I? Not now the half of London has seen me get gangbanged."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it to come out like that," I replied, "I'm not judging you, and I'm glad you feel ready to move on now."

"Are we moving on Jason?" She asked me, "We can't go on like this forever."

"I know, I just don't know what I want at the moment," I replied honestly.  

"Can you ever forgive me?" She asked, "Is there even a tiny chance that we can be together again? Be honest with me, please. No matter what the answer is?"

"I just don't know," I continued, "What you did hurt me more than I could ever imagine."

"Just tell me if you still love me," Mel asked me before I left, "That's all I want to know."

I knew that I did but something inside me just didn't know whether I could admit that to either her or myself. She took my hand and looked at me.  

"I still love you," I admitted.  

It was the first step of a long road back.