My house has become a brothel lol. We live in a nice little middle class neighborhood and we are very discreet so no one suspects. It started out as my idea to bring in extra money because my husband had to take a minimum wage job and we were about to lose everything. I knew some dirty old men --- wives, your husbands will always come to women like me to get the things you won't give them --- who were eager to give me work right away. It started out slow with just blowjobs. You wouldn't believe what you can get for a blowjob if you're normal looking and not some wacked out crack head. Within a month my husband had reconciled himself to the idea, considering the money coming in. As an added bonus, he found that the idea of being married to a sexual plaything was a bit of a turn on.

So I began to branch out. A decent guy who wants casual sex might have a lot to lose if he got caught in a seedy motel with someone who looks like a stripper. But he can visit a nice house in the suburbs without anyone batting an eye. I started seeing clients at home while my husband was at work. I set up the spare room as my place of business and began offering a full service package if you get what I mean.

Word of mouth spread around. Clean pussy in a place where you don't have to worry about getting knifed for your wallet is an attractive thing to the bored husband or businessman on a lunch break. In the early days I had maybe three customers a day but began taking more when my husband began to appreciate what I was doing. Eventually he started letting me take nighttime clients, but only certain nights of the week. He admitted that it turned him on to answer the door and direct them upstairs, knowing what was about to happen up there. Sometimes he goes to the room next door and listens.

So I have two sisters, and this might be the really bad part of the story. One is a single mom and one is in college and both need money. So...I let them in on my business. We are all three healthy independent minded women with entrepreneurial spirit. And we like sex. Our mother would kill us if she knew.

So I expanded again, turning my bedroom into a work space. Previously my husband had laid down the law that no strange men were to be in our bed. Since he started getting turned on by it, he stopped caring which bed I worked in, so that made it easier when I brought my sisters on board.

One sister works during the day while my nephew is at school. The one in college works mostly at night and is very popular because she looks about sixteen. All of us have one particular thing we seem to be very good at and we've learned a lot about each other since this began. Sister number one likes anal. Sister number two us very flexible. Everyone tells me that I have the most talented mouth in the country and suck harder than a vacuum cleaner.

The money is great. The sex is fun. My husband walks around hard all the time and can't get enough of me. We are no longer in danger of foreclosure and our lives are very good. I wouldn't do anything different.