This is a story about my first marriage in 1985. Desiree, my wife and I were both students at North Dakota State when we met. I was a junior, and she was a freshman. While I was a city boy (Fargo) she came from a tiny farming community in the western end of the state. At 21, Desiree was 5′ 3″,natural blonde (everywhere), very muscular, pert 34B boobs and when shesmiled she had wonderful dimples. A real knockout lady.
When we met, she was not a virgin, but I was only her third lover. For my last two years of school we were inseparable. We lived together the last year, and decided to marry as soon as I graduated. Both of us came from poor families, and knew that once married we’d be on our own financially.
We were in love, and married that June. I was accepted to a Masters degree program in Minneapolis, MN, and we moved there that August. We decided that Desiree would put school on hold for a while and work to support us until I got my degree and could earn real dollars.
In 1985, jobs were not easy to come by, and Desiree scoured the papers everyday, worked with employment agencies, and went on many interviews. As September approached, we were starting to get very concerned about money.
One day Desiree noticed an ad in the paper for Lingerie Models. We discussed what this meant, and thought that here was an opportunity for her to make some serious bucks. We both thought she’d be doing some print ads for newspapers or magazines. Boy were we naive.
Here is what happened on Desiree’s interview, as she told me some months later.
She had to go to a bad part of downtown Minneapolis to a club that advertised “Photograph Live Models”. Once inside, a tough looking black guy named Jerome said he was the manager, and to come back to his office for the interview. Jerome explained that in this club, guys came in and paid to take sexy pictures of the models. He told her “upfront” that any “extras” the models did, were there own business, he just wanted 20% off the top. Desiree had no idea what he was talking about, but didn’t want to let on, we needed the money.
Jerome went on to say that he’d have to see her in several outfits, take some Polaroids, to make sure she’d be okay for this job. He sent her off to the bathroom of his office, with a very skimpily red outfit.
After changing into it Desiree came out, very shy, but she stood in front of him for the pictures. Jerome explained that the pictures always came out better if the models were slicked down with Vaseline. So he moved close to her and started to rub Vaseline from a jar on her arms and legs. She felt his hand go into the waistband of her panties, and felt him gently feel her boobs and ass when his hands were in those regions of her scantily clad body. But because he didn’t say anything, Desiree assumed this was innocent touching as he applied the Vaseline.
Jerome took a few more pictures, and had her change into three or four different outfits. The last item he gave her was a sheer see through top, and crouchless panties. Desiree was reluctant, but he promised he’d just shoot pictures above the waste, but needed to see her in the whole outfit.
Again Desiree went along with the program. He had her sitting on a bar stool for these pictures, and moved in for a close up of her face. As he stood there, he suddenly put his free hand on her pussy, and inserted a finger before she knew what was happening.
Desiree said she pulled away, and told him to stop. Jerome said, “I thought you might be a racist, I wouldn’t hire anyone that hates black people. I just wanted to see how you’d react.
Desiree told him that race had nothing to do with, that she was married, that she would never cheat on her husband. Ed said he didn’t believe her, and he bet she’d never in her life even kissed a black man. Desiree admitted that she hadn’t, and with pressure from Jerome, agreed to kiss him, just to show that she wasn’t a racist.
Jerome put his arms around her, and kissed her open mouthed. At first Desiree said she kept her lips together, but slowly opened up, and let him put his tongue in her mouth. The kiss lasted a long time, and Jerome began o finger her pussy again as they kissed. This time she didn’t stop him, she wasn’t sure how to react. She wanted that job and his kissing and fingering were making Desiree more aroused than she thought possible with a strange man.
As Desiree later told me, they ended up making love in his office for over a hour. When she left she had the job, and an advance on her first weeks pay. Desireeclaimed the next day she was determined to let Ed know the sex was a one-time thing, and that she would not let it happen again.
Poor girl, she still didn’t know that her job was all about sex.
The next day Jerome greeted her and introduced her to Sassy who would show her the ropes. As Sassy reviewed the charges for the “Extras”, Desiree discovered that the photographers were really there for sex. However she didn’t say anything. After a while Jerome came in to ask her if she understood what the job was all about. When she said she thought so.
Jerome said, “Okay then give me a blow job, so I can see your technique.”
I guess she paused at first, but Sassy took her hand, as Jerome sat in a chair, and they both got on their knees in front of him. Sassy talked about ways to get guys to come quick, as she guided Desiree through the blowjob. When Jerome came in her mouth, Sassy turned Desiree’s head towards her, and kissed her, sucking the cum from her mouth. So there were two new experiences, blowing a black guy, and French kissing another woman… life was changing fast, she thought to herself.
And so Desiree became a working girl. I never knew what was going on; she was very vague about her work. All I knew was that our money problems were over, and my beautiful wife was happy all the time. It might have gone on like that until I graduated, but one night I decided to quit studying early and visit Desiree at work.
As I got to the place, I was uneasy, for I did have some idea of what this was all about. I went in and was greeted by a woman in a totally see-through outfit. I asked to see Desiree, and was told she’s booked for the next hour, “Let me show you pictures of some of our other models.”
Enraged, I pushed past her, through a curtained doorway, and yelled Desiree’s name. A guy (turned out to be Jerome) tackled me, and had me on the ground within seconds. I yelled, “I want to see my wife now,” and looked up to see a naked Desiree peeking out of a room. Jerome turned to her and said, “Finish your job, just come to my office when you’re done.”
She gave me a scared look, but went back in the room and shut the door. Jerome then got me up and walked me back to his office, holding my arm in a hammerlock behind my back. Once in his office, he told me to sit down and be quiet, or else he’s kick my white ass till I bled.
Jerome told me that Desiree worked for him, and that he controlled that part of her life. He told me she was a good moneymaker, and his personal toy when she was in his place. “I don’t care what she does with you,” he said, “but you will not interfere with my business.”
At that point Desiree came into the room wearing only a sheer see-through robe, and slippers. He told her that he was just explaining to me about the way things worked, and now he intended to show me. “Take off that robe,” he commanded her.
As my beautiful wife stood before me, naked, next to this mean looking black guy, he squeezed one of her tits, and said, “see these, I own them now.” He took a finger and literally jammed it up her pussy, saying, “This is mine too.”
Desiree just stood there, but when he removed his finger from her pussy, and put it in her mouth she sucked it like she loved it.
At this point, Jerome told me to get out, and never to come back to his place again, unless I wanted to be a paying customer. Desiree just looked at me sadly, but never said a word. As I got up to leave, Jerome said, “Wait a second.” Then he said, “Desiree show your husband how you love my big black cock.”
Without any hesitation, Desiree fumbled with his pants, pulled out his cock, and started to suck him off. I wanted to leave, but couldn’t resist looking, and so I stayed and watched, until he pulled back slightly so I could watch him pump his sperm into my wife’s mouth, and she struggled to swallow all of it. When it was over, I left without a word.
That night, Desiree came home and told me the whole story. She told me that while at first, she did it out of fear and the need to earn money, now she loved Jerome, and loved the job too. She went on to tell me that if I went along with things, the money would be good, and she’d take care of me sexually whenever I wanted. But she also said that she had fallen in love with Jerome, and would never stop pleasing him whenever he wanted.
As I said, money was tight, and I was young, so I agreed that things would go on as they were. They would have probably, but as you can guess things changed.
My sweet innocent Desiree became more of a slut everyday. With me, she was always bringing new things into the bedroom. She would french kiss my asshole, lick out my pee hole after I urinated, play with giant vibrators in ront of me, and hardly ever wear any clothes at home in our apartment.
One night we ordered pizza, and she wanted me to watch; she said it would be free tonight. I stayed behind the bedroom door, and watched my wife give an unprotected blow job to this pimple faced, teenage delivery boy instead of paying for the pizza. It wasn’t to save the money, she just wanted the adventure.
Another time, four of my friends, three guys and a girl were over for a study session when Desireereturned from work. She excused herself, and went into the bedroom, but came out 5 minuets later nude. She said, “lets have an old fashioned orgy,” and she turned to my friend Jennifer, and said “come on, we can handle these four guys.”
Jennifer freaked and bolted, so Desiree turned to me, and said, “You don’t mind if I fuck your buddies do you.” When I didn’t say anything right away, Desiree went over to the first guy and started to deep kiss him. Again, I couldn’t stop watching as my wife, fucked and sucked all three of my friends.
The marriage lasted for about another 6 months. It ended, not because I couldn’t handle things, but because Desiree stopped coming home for days at a time. When I finally got the chance to ask her what was going on, she told me she’d become a “cum slave” for a group of Jerome’s friends, and that was now her first priority. Since I was at a loss for words, she gave me a video to watch. The video showed her with six black guys. It was two hours long and it showed Desiree servicing these men, one at a time, or in different combinations. She told me that this video was going to be sold in stores, and that it was the first of many she’d be starring in.
All of this was about thirteen years ago. I’ve moved on with my life, re-married, and have a family. Iloss track of Desiree, and after the divorce was final, I never saw her again. The last day in court, she sat not with her lawyer, but with this black guy, and made out whenever the judge wasn’t in the room. As we left, she asked me if I wanted one final alimony payment. With that, she pulled me into the men’s room, and gave her black friend a blowjob, which I watched along with about seven other men in the room. When she was done she kissed my cheek then disappeared from my life.
I guess the one final confession I have to make, is that I kept the video Desiree had given me. And to this day whenever I want to get really turned on, I’ll play that video, and it never fails to get me off. Sometimes I just masturbate to it, but many times I watch it before joining my wife it bed. On those times, she never fails to say, “What got into you tonight, you’re a wild man.”
So in a way, Desiree helps keep my marriage exciting.
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