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Housewife Tales - Dee needs Little Extra Ca$h

Housewife Tales - Dee needs Little Extra Ca$h

Housewife needs money so she decides to become an escort

I told my husband I’d had enough. “C’mon Danny, what the fuck are we going to do? Shit, I’m working as many hours as I can get and you’re not making any more in your job. How we gonna pay the fuckin’ bills?”

He looked at the bills I waved at him and said, “I don’t know, Dee. We’ll make do.”

I shook my head. What could I say to that lame response? More curses?

Dan and I have been married for six years. We’ve had the proverbial ups and downs for sure, though this ‘down’ has been the toughest. I’m basically a realist but I’ve had my dreams. I’d like to have a nicer house in the suburbs and have nicer clothes and go to nice parties. I had a college degree and always believed I’d have a great career and make enough money on my own. This economy killed that dream. Dan’s dreams had been a mystery to me since I met him. It was love at first sight for me; he was a lean hunk and seemed quietly self-confident when I met him, unlike the egotistical boors I’d met in college. Somewhere along the way, I don’t know why, the self-confidence went away and he wasn’t the man I married anymore. I still had my dreams but they weren’t his. I still had my shape too; I’d never been a centerfold hottie yet I looked good and men sure still glanced my way. What truly vexed me was that as Dan’s self-confidence waned so did his sex drive. On the other hand, I was at a sexual peak, ...

... practically masturbating twice a day. So you see, money wasn’t the only problem we had, but it was becoming the catalyst of our discord.

That night after climbing from the shower, I looked at my reflection and thought, still looking good…tits are still firm and high…no sag yet…and the ass can still get them looking… I muttered to myself, “Yeah, fucking ‘make do’…damn him.”

How were we going to do that? Maybe I’ll take a second job and keep the income for myself. I remembered a college roommate trying to talk me into stripping to pay the bills. I declined back then but now looking at myself in the mirror I began to wonder if that wasn’t a bad option after all. The only problem I saw with that idea was there were no strip joints in my general area. Where could I go to find a job like that?

I forgot the notion for a couple of days. Then more bills came in the mail and the idea of stripping came back to me. I began searching the web for possibilities. One Yahoo listing mentioned Craig’s List, but when I went looking on CL, most of it was for escorts. Now that would be an interesting second job, wouldn’t it? I imagined a posting on CL: “HORNY AND HOT NON-PRO LOOKING FOR A LITTLE EXTRA MONEY FROM APPRECIATING GENTLEMEN.” That got me laughing. No way could I do that—stripping, maybe, but not hooking.

Again, the ‘extra cash’ notion was forgotten for a few more days. That was until It came rushing back on a particular day when an influx of bills arrived, and while I was amazingly ...