My Wife Was A Student Strumpet And She Hasn't Changed

MY WIFE WAS A STUDENT TRUMPET... AND SHE HASN'T CHANGED By Yummicreme How it started. My wife Susan and I married about 10 years ago when we in our early 20s. We had a bit of a whirlwind romance when we both worked in the same hospital. We actually got married in Gretna Green -as if we had eloped- although it was a planned wedding and Susan's father gave her away. I was glad to have her and frankly found the rest of that day absolutely interminable. I just wanted us to retire to our honeymoon suite and make sweet, sweet love. We had a fantastic sex life for the first few years. Sex was frequent, inventive and mind blowing. Then both our careers picked up and finding time for sex became more difficult. Frankly, finding time when we could just get together for dinner became more difficult. A few years ago our marriage started failing and we went to counseling. The reasons for the problems were fairly obvious and weren't too difficult to solve. We just weren't spending enough time with each other because we were too focused on where we were going in our careers and not where we were going in our relationship. We both wanted our marriage more than our careers though and we had reached the point where we weren't desperate for every penny we could earn. We both found lower stress jobs and spent time rebuilding our marriage and getting to know each other again. That's when we began to talk more freely about ourselves to each other. We talked about all our girlfriends and boyfriends from seven years old to when we met. It was funny that we had both had previous girlfriends and boyfriends. Neither of us had known that the other had tried a little bi. But that was a good thing because Susan had a massive admission to make and she probably couldn't have made it if I'd not told her about sucking off my best friend and drinking his cum when I was a teenager. Susan spent two years studying in the US and it was very expensive. She thought she had it budgeted and could afford it but after about 18 months she was running out of money and needed to make ends meet or to abandon her course and go home. She looked for jobs but none of the jobs she was able to do paid enough. She only had a student visa so none of the university services would employ her as it was illegal and none of the local businesses paid anywhere near what she needed. There was only one option. She put an advert in a local newspaper and began 'escorting' men who needed a date. In just a few nights she could make enough money to live for a few weeks if she spent carefully. Of course she knew that the men she accompanied wanted more than dinner with a pretty 19 year old girl, so a few times each month some stranger got a piece of my future wife's pussy. She was only a working girl for about six months but she had nearly three dozen cocks ejaculate their sperm into her young, teenage womb in that time. Susan was very quiet when she told me this story. We were lying naked, on our backs, on the rug in our den, top-to-tail like sardines. We could both look down at each other's naked body and I could see that she was frightened that I would be horrified at what she had done and throw her out. But I wasn't horrified: I knew that she'd been with other men before me and I was OK with it. I was surprised that she'd been with quite so many but the number wasn't so important. As she told me the story I got very turned on and my cock thickened up and became quite hard. "You. You're turned on by this, aren't you?" she asked. "Errrr, yeah, I suppose so. It's such a taboo thing to do it's really exciting." Susan was visibly more relaxed now and I was still hard. Pre-cum was leaking from my bell end and working its way down the shaft. "Why? What is it that turns you on? The fact that they paid me? The number of them? What is it?" And I was stumped. I knew I was turned on and I wasn't quite sure why. But I didn't think about it for long because Susan took my leaking cock in her mouth and began to blow me. We soon returned to our bedroom and made love something like seven times that night. Over the next few days I began to think about what it was that turned me on about Susan's admission. It wasn't that she'd been with other men and it wasn't really the number but the illicit nature of what she'd done: taking money for sex with a stranger did. I began to think about incorporating this new thing into our sex lives. When we next lay down to share our memories I asked her about how she'd felt about it at the time and she told me that it was difficult at first. She was brought up to look down on prostitutes. "But after a while I didn't mind. I mean it's not as if all my tricks were good in bed. Some were but some were really, really bad. I didn't like it when they came in me so quickly that I didn't have a chance to cum myself but I didn't mind the work itself. I mean it wasn't all that hard to do, the working conditions were pretty good and the pay was excellent. In fact, after a while I turned a few tricks just because I could and the money was easy. I came back home to Belfast with a couple of thousand quid in cash.? This was my chance. I knew that Susan wasn't opposed to what she'd done and now I just needed to see if she'd do it again. "Wou... would you ever do it again? Over here? Now?" I stammered. "Why would I need to? It's not as if we're short of money or anything.? "I know but... but... maybe it would be fun? And maybe it would bring us closer together again? Reliving the good times in the past and stuff like that. Maybe. What do you think?? We agreed to think about it and I rolled around so that I could lick at Susan's ginger minge while she licked and sucked my cock. A few weeks later. Susan was dressed in a fairly revealing front buttoned summer dress, holding a glass of white wine and talking to a salesman from Reading in the bar at the Marriott. If you looked closely you could see a line around the finger on her left hand where she'd taken off her wedding ring. If you looked closer you could see that collar and cuffs matched. The salesman was looking closely and bent towards her to say something in her ear. Susan winked and grinned at him. A few minutes later they left the bar together and I finished my drink and ordered another while I waited for her. 90 minutes later I got a call telling me to meet her at the car. Frankly, she looked quite mussed. Her hair was messy and clumped together where it still had cum in it and there was a bit of a wet patch at the back of her dress. A few minutes later when we got back home Susan pushed me back onto the sofa and pulled her dress open. She had a love bite on her left breast, spots of cum in her pubes and very shiny inner thighs. "I didn't cum and I need a cum!" She yelled at me. "Eat me!? She opened her legs, pushed me down and sat on my face. Her pussy was dripping with cum. It was thick and gloopy and tasted really salty. The taste was different from when I had sucked off my friend at school. His cum was thinner and didn't have much taste: this was much more sticky and tasted of... well... man. "Ahhhhhh" Susan sighed as she came on my tongue and spurted her girl cum into my mouth. "That was so good. So naughty. So wrong. So right!" There was a pause. "So we'll do it again.? I grinned as I looked into her matted pubes and thought of what was to come. That was a couple of years ago now and a couple of times a month Susan works the bar at one of the quality hotels in town and comes home few a fist full of pound notes for her purse and a pussy full of cum for me. Susan's work has taken our marriage to a new level of cooperation and trust. We work together on each trick and love each other so much more than ever. It may not be for everyone but it's definitely for us. 4283 1.56/512345