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With the press of a button, my wife became a whore. So we ultimately agreed that I had to monitor from a distance. All the same, for the first time, I started seriously considering it. Part of me worried that it would, but on the whole, I really didn't think so. I picked up her cell phone and started snapping pictures. I'd spent months dating her before she even let me feel her breasts, and now a complete stranger was going to do that and more. Unfortunately, we also didn't want to scare off the clients. She didn't want this anymore than I did, so it's not like she was crushing on someone, or going to fall in love with them. I couldn't imagine sharing her with somebody else, let alone selling her to somebody else. The thought of someone else putting his hands all over her, inside of her, enjoying her charms and bringing her pleasure. And that's when I realized I had to let Rachel do this. And choosing that over keeping a roof over our heads was selfish, nothing more. Relief that we would have some way to pay our debts, and not lose our home. I want to be super clear that I'm not asking you to do this, and if you don't want to do it, we'll figure something out. It was a Saturday, around five, and we were just sitting there, holding one another. Not that it was easy for me either -- we were also announcing to the world that my wife was for sale, which in the final analysis, wasn't much less shameful. "Well, we need to attract clients, so we want something sexy. Yeah, definitely not." "You're already wearing a really cute outfit." She was -- she was wearing a pair of short shorts and a tank top that showed more than a little of her breasts. I then pulled her shirt up a little, revealing some of her tummy, and finally moved to a side view, to take in the whole scene. She looked so sexy -- like the girl next door who you'd always dreamed of fucking. It didn't take long until we had an excellent photo, which we added to Rachel's account. We scrolled through some terms of service, read some generic warnings about safety, hit agree, and suddenly were ready to go. I don't know how to feel." I gave her a sort of forced smile. This definitely beats homelessness." "Well then..." Rachel said, with a sigh as she flipped solicitation mode to "on".
But the deadline is coming up soon, and if we don't do something, we're out a home." "I'll figure something out. Sadly, a few days had passed, and we weren't making any progress. Sarah was gorgeous, and I'd fantasized about her on more than one occasion.
"But if that's what it took to keep the roof above our heads, I'd suck it up." "We're not doing this." I declared. I'll think of something." Rachel sighed, exasperated. I don't want to do this either, and if you figure something out, great. ****** We had a week to come up with a better plan, including for me to find some kind of employment, and we agreed that we wouldn't do anything until we absolutely had to.
"You're the only girl for me." Rachel smiled, but then frowned, suddenly.
But this proved as pointless as it was frustrating. But any surprise I might have felt at this revelation was immediately drowned out by the realization that my wife -- my sweet, faithful, loving wife -- was proposing to do exactly the same thing.
Faced with the reality of being unable to keep a roof above our heads, Rachel and I started having a discussion about how we could make ends meet.