Working at home

At first my wife was baffled by the idea that we would make the attic room profitable. At least she pretended to be baffled. I know her better than myself. All the times she'd talked about yet another offer made to her at the fitness club to become a "whore" left me with the impression that she was quite fascinated with this industry. Also, if I was to believe her, her gym seemed to be visited by quite a number of whores to exercise their bodies. She also had a friend who, although my wife claimed to disapprove of it, undertook some activities from time in her bedroom to time to supplement her sources of income. Perhaps all of my wife's fascinations had something to do with her background. As the daughter of a conservative family, activities like adultery, let alone prostitution were the more degrading you could imagine.

My wife wanted me to buy a big suburban house with a large kitchen (she loves cooking, and always complained about the kitchen in the appartment we owned before). Now for two years, every week guys visit our house to fuck her. Otherwise we cannot pay the mortgage rent.

Was it really surprising that my wife eventually agreed to retire to the bedroom from time to time to meet some men?

The idea of using the guest room in the attic was quickly abandoned. Using our own bedroom was much more practical my wife told me: the bathroom is around the corner; and also much more exciting for the guests. Who wouldn't want to fuck the lady of the house in the couple's bedroom while the husband is reading his newspaper downstairs?

The fact that I had initiated my wife into soft bondage also opened up new perspectives. Peter especially found it very attractive to tie up my wife. And let's be honest, Mrs. S thought that was an exciting idea. From the sounds from the bedroom, Peter was very skilled, an expert, so to speak.

The next step was quickly made. Peter would really appreciate it if I was also in the room. Tightly bound and gagged. We purchased a set of gags and restraints to be used on both of us. The fact we share the same gags is hot. Luckily Paul and Anil also want to join this kind of fun from time to time. The attendance of a cuckold husband really turns them on.

I told the curious neighbor who casually asked me one day why those men are visiting us each week, that my wife had started a relationship therapy practice. I still wonder what the neighbors really think of a therapist who receives her clients at the door, dressed in a short denim skirt and OTK boots.

Yesterday Mrs. S told me she wanted to be fucked at least twice a day. Because I don't like the idea to make a lot of profit, I think we'll lower the amount of money per fuck. I think that 5 Euro will be enough for the time being.