Absolutely not

"Hahahaha. No stupid, daddy just made me cum with the vibrators stuck up my pussy!" Emily says, catching her breath and recovering from her orgasm.

"What?! That's so... who is... daddy?" Her husband asks.

"He's like... how can I explain it? Hmmm, he's like half way between my boyfriend and my boss." Emily responds.

"Your boss?! You mean like... your pimp?" Her husband asks.

"Yeah! Sort of! He, like, manages all the money I make working. Oh, and we live together, too!" Emily says excitedly.

"Wow, this is all a lot to take in." Emily's husband says, feeling a little lightheaded at the prospect of his wife now being a whore with some black guy as her pimp.

"Yeah, so listen, I'm kinda on the clock here and I've got quotas to hit and things, or else daddy's gonna punish me pretty hard. So, like, if you're not a paying customer then you're gonna have to keep moving." Emily says, changing tone a little now.

"You can't be serious. I'm your husband Emily. I can help you, why don't you let me get you out of here." He says, still having some residual feelings for his whore wife standing before him.

"What makes you think I need help, asshole. I'm happier now than I ever was when we were together." Emily responds, sounding angry now.

Her husband is shocked at this statement. How could she possibly say that? Look at her now, her belly just about ready to pop out a baby, with no clue who the father is, having to resort to whoring in order to make money. That's when it clicks, he could save her and overcome his impotence all in one go if he just reminded her how much better things were when they were together.

"Alright fine! I'll pay. I'd like to pay for your... services." He says, interrupting her before she walks away.

"Ok then, follow me and I'll find us an empty spot in an alley, unless you drove here?" She asks.

"What?! No, I didn't drive here, but I'm not having sex with you in some alleyway. Isn't there a room in one of these brothels we can use or something?" Her husband asks.

"Fine, but you'll have to pay for it." Emily says before turning and leading the way, seductively switching her hips as she walks.

Her husband couldn't believe the way she was talking. Sex in an alleyway, what kind of cheap whore had his wife become? Nonetheless, he couldn't help but stare at her ass the whole time as she walks in front of him. Her slutty outfit sure was doing its job of getting him excited. He could already feel the blood rushing between his legs, perhaps tonight truely would be the night he overcame his impotence. Not only that, but perhaps he would be able to save his wife too.

The only thing that draws his attention away from his wife's ass is as they pass an alley and he finds out she was being serious when she initially offered for them to have sex there. The sound of some blonde whore giving a black man a sloppy blowjob next to a dumpster emanates from the alley as they walk past. Emily hardly pays it any notice, seemingly numb to this kind of perverted display, but her husband can't take his eyes off the interracial couple as he walks past. He locks eyes with the woman as she continues dutifully sucking the black man's oversized cock, care free about the mascara running down her face or the saliva dribbling from her chin to her exposed tits. She frowns as she makes eye contact with him, as if he were the unusual one in this situation.

*GAWK* *GAWK* *GAWK* *GAWK*

"Focus up bitch. Loosen that throat." The man whose cock she's enthusiastically slobbering on says, slapping her tit to grab her attention.

She snaps her eyes off Emily's husband and returns her attention to her job which she was seemingly neglecting. Emily's husband returns his gaze to her ass and follows obediently until they reach a brothel by the name of 'snowbunny heaven'. Emily heads inside and speaks to the woman at the counter, seemingly securing them a room before leading her husband to it. As they walk down the hall, her husband listens to the sound of multiple women moaning like whores alongside the sound of their cheeks getting clapped from within each of the rooms.

Emily uses a key she got from the front desk to unlock one of the doors, opening it and leading her husband inside of what appears to be a typical cheap motel room. Once he's inside, she shuts the door behind them and walks over to the bedside table to leave her purse there. Her husband stands there, awkwardly watching his wife as she performs a routine that she's probably gone through many times before in her new career.

"Alright, well, it was fifty for the room, then you have to pay me for the hour, although I doubt we'll need that long." She says with a giggle looking at his crotch.

"It's a hundred to use my throat or two hundred if you wanna use my ass too. My pussy is out of commission at the moment for obvious reasons." Emily says rubbing her belly with a smile.

"Then finishing in my ass is free, on my ass or tits is another fifty and on my face is another seventy-five. You don't have to decide now though." Emily says, her tone of voice making it clear she's run through these numbers many times before.

Her husband stands there and stares in disbelief as his wife outlines how much he's going to have to pay her for sex. This whole experience was so humiliating.

"Any discount for your husband?" He says with a chuckle.

"Sorry but the only people who get discounts are black men, because, well, they can actually make me cum. Oh and then there's a group discount too, but again, that only applies to black men." Emily says very matter-of-factly.

Her husband couldn't believe his ears. What kind of whore had his wife become that she would openly admit to these things in front of him. It seemed he would have his work cut out for him if he really wanted to bring her back from this perverted life.