Sorry it's took so long to respond xxxxenophile...................................... .....I had known Brenda(my wife) since i was in my teens, having been a neighbour of one of my school mates. My parents, my mum in particular, used to warn me not to go in her house. She would never elaborate but over the years i got to know why. She, Brenda, was a prositute! I always thought that Brenda was beautiful but knowing she was spreading her legs for men made her even more special to me. I eventually went and spent some of my hard earned cash from my first job, anyone remember YTS's lol. OMG, she looked so radiant in her black stocking & suspenders & now my fav of all time fuck me heels, fluffy bedroom opentoe mules. Honest to god, i can remember being so nervous but excited at the same time. I didn't last long when i fucked her but she helped me get hard for a second time. I didn't know about foreplpay before then lol.
I left there a very happy boy

and would go atleast once a month to see Brenda. I met my then to be wife but still continued seeing brenda, even saw her the night before my wedding, this time Brenda being at mine. She only accomodated when her hubby was at work. he knew what she did, she had been doing it since the early 70's. I tried to be a good husband but i felt i was more in love with Brenda, whom i continued to see once a month.
Now that the internet & mobile's was starting to take off, brenda's hubby was wanting her to curtail or hopefully gave up her job. She cut down on seeing men but one night after a shit night with the wife i went to see brenda. I wasn't bothered her hubby was there, he sort of knew who i was from seeing me with my mate. Brenda spoke to him quietly then ushered me in & we went upstairs to 'talk.' We did talk, i explained that i had made a mistake in marrying my mrs, she was spending more than we earned, hence why we eventually got divorced. I told Benda that i thought she was an amazingly beautiful lady & would of loved her as a wife. We honestly didn't do anything way to naughty, although she says i did have a feel of her tit's on more than one occasion lol, whilst he hubby was downstairs, no doubt evesdropping on our convosation. I left her that night but continued to see her when she could, even just for a natter when she had no clients, as she call's them. Eventually in the autumn 99, some 6 years after marrying i was divorced.
Ah, the joy of being young-ish, free & single again lol. My meets with brenda were still going on, her hubby not so happy she was still doing her job. He was worried about her pics appearing on the now expanded net. iPhones (and other not so good camera phones were available) were about, she has said that she did allow a couple of longtime punters to take pics of her, lying down with her face covered. So far, we haven't seen them anywhere. Brenda was as she put it, considering what i had done & going for a divorce. I sort of joked but deep down it was the truth, said i would marry her & she could still do her job, i wouldn't be jealous. She laughed but said it's easy to say onething but to let it happen isn't so easy. By 2004, Brenda was divorced. He had kept the house, she came away with a lump sum. She wanted the house but he was adiment he wanted it, for some strange reason why, we don't know as her punters only knew that house. Maybe it was to get her out of escorting, the new way of calling prostitution! Brenda called me and asked me straight, did the offer still stand. I was delighted to say yes, met her in town and brought her over to my place. She moved in virtually straight away, i got all the sex i wanted for free, whilst she started to find her feet so to speak & start her job from scratch & saw some of her old regular punters & as always new punters.
In 2008, i proposed to my delight she accepted. My parents were none to happy about her, being nearly the same age & of her job but accepted i was an adult & loved her. We married in Sept 2009 & have been together ever since. Yes, she still works, not so much as she say's she dosen't need to, some weeks it 2 days, other weeks it 3 days. We moved house after marrying & she never had a punter back here. She works for an agency & use's their accomodation.
Phew, xxxxenophile i hope this explains. Sorry i'm such a crap writter, hope it makes sense to you & all.