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The Shoe Whore

... of work," I told her. "Yeah," she said, looking down at her feet. "Of course this is up to you, Jenn. I'm not going to force you to do anything. But if we don't figure out something and pretty damn quick, things are going to get very nasty around here. We have been able to keep most of our bills at bay, but this isn't going to last much longer," I said. We didn't talk about it anymore. It was her decision and if she didn't want to do it, then we would just see where that took us. To be honest, I wasn't feeling real good about the idea either. I mean it would work, but pimping out my sweet wife didn't make me feel real good about myself as a husband and provider. Still we were up against the wall, we didn't have many options left to us. Jennifer had just finished making dinner that evening and we sat down to eat it. She had made a pot roast - one of my favorite meals and I was looking forward to a nice quiet dinner. She served up our plates but before I took my first bite she put her fork down. "I'll do it," she said simply. I looked up at her as she sat across from me. "I'll be your blowjob whore. How are we going to do this?" "Well, first off I have to make sure you stay safe. So all your customers will have to wear a condom. Period. No exceptions. If they don't like it, find another girl. Secondly, I will be close by whenever you are working, so if there's any funny business, I will be right there to take the humor out of them," I said. "Well I'm glad you will be watching ...

... out for me. That makes me feel a lot better," she said, with a half-smile. "You are my wife, Jenn, and despite the situation, I will always watch out for you. Now, I figure with the way things are money-wise for people, you can charge $20.00 a pop for these blowjobs, and you shouldn't have much trouble getting customers," I said. "Okay. When do we start?" she asked. "Well, we may as well start as soon as we can," I said, "The sooner we start, the faster we get through it. Tonight." "All right," she said. We finished dinner and afterwards, I helped her clear the table and put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. Once dinner was finished and things were cleared, we went into the living room. I sat on the couch and Jenn sat next to me. As she leaned on my shoulder and traced her fingers up my thigh, she spoke in a quiet, almost fearful voice; "Dave, please tell me that once I have done this, you won't think less of me. Please tell me that you'll still love me," she said, not wanting to look in my face while she talked. I pushed her up so I could see her. Turning to face her, I put both hands softly on her cheeks and tilted her face up to mine. Her eyes flicked back and forth searching for her answer. I gave it to her. "Jennifer Louise Hawthorne, You are the most important thing in my life. I have loved you with all of my being and no matter what happens with this or anything else we may go through, I will never, ever stop loving you. Do you understand me? This will not change that ...