Money Problems

Stuck for money five years ago, a friend who I'd known since high school made a suggestion.
Before I got married, he and I would sometimes give each other blow jobs. He's the only guy I know who has a similar sized cock, nine and a half inches, and has the same high sex drive.
His suggestion when I spoke to him about struggling financially, was for me to fuck older well off guys for money.
Telling me he'd help set me up with health checks, and arrange my first 'client' I eventually agreed when my wife and I received bailiffs at our door.
The first guy I fucked, was a married stock broker. We met at a very plush countryside hotel where he introduced me as his personal masseuse.
I did give him a massage, and in doing so let him suck on my cock for the longest time.
A little nervous at first when he offered up his arsehole for me to fuck, I soon found his tight rear fuckhole an absolute pleasure to screw.
I got so involved in fucking him, making him and I cum twice in many different positions, he and I had actually had sex for over two hours. And not the one hour he'd 'booked'.
He not only paid for the added hour, but he gave me a lot more money for giving him "The best fuck of my life".
A few days later I met him down a country lane and fucked him in a field, not far from the huge house he shares with his wife.
It was he who told a wealthy friend of his about me, and I met that friend at their golf club.
Instead of playing golf that day, all three of us booked into a hotel room where I fucked both men, paying more attention to my new associate.
When I walked out of the room, I heard my first 'client' telling his friend "I told you he was fucking wonderful".
Both men had received my cum up their arseholes, the second man also cumming twice, adding his spunk to mine up his friends fuckhole.
It didn't take too long for me to clear our debt, and began fucking very decernible wealthy men. Men who often were married yet wanted fucking hard.
It was nearly a year before my wife found out what I was doing to make money. And when she did, she didn't ask for a divorce or become angry, she simply asked me when we were moving.
I'd 'earned' enough money from having sex with very select wealthy men, to buy us a reasonable sized house in a rural setting.
She'd basically seen my bank account figures when I bought her a new car. We moved home after a very full and descriptive account of what and how I'd earned that much money.
I've never told her or anyone else, who I fuck. But she does like to know what I get up to with my 'clients' when I'm fucking them.
It's been five years now and I'm still very much in demand for sex.
I travel a lot these days, with some extremely wealthy clients living overseas.
I've become a regular 'partner' with my first ever male sexual client. And even though I tell him I don't want him to pay, he pays into my 'work' account each month.
I'm extremely careful and clean when I meet my 'friends' for sex. Because that's what they become. My friends and lovers. Or at least I treat them very much like they are.
As for my high school friend, let's just say some 'clients' enjoy being spit roasted by two very large cocks.