She Went From A Would-be Hooker To My Wife

I'd been widowed for two years when I met Shannon. She and her husband moved in down the block. She was 24, tall, red hair nearly down to her waist, milky skin, high forehead, heart shaped face. But as pretty as her face was, her body made you forget all about it. She had a true hourglass figure, huge boobs, broad hips and a flat stomach, even though she'd had a baby less than a year before. I talked with her now and then, but no more than a neighbor would do.

One day she knocked on my door. Before I could say much, she took a deep breath and said, "Look, I need some money. We're broke, the baby needs diapers, my husband's always drunk and isn't working. I'm desperate."

I said I was truly sorry, but I'm not an ATM machine. Nobody gets something for nothing.

She just looked down, didn't say anything but didn't leave. I don't remember exactly how I said it, but it was something non commital, implying I liked hand jobs, even ones that cost $75. She said she could do that, but nothing else. I said that was fine.

I invited her in and made a little small talk. I guess it was the lonely widower in me. I asked her about her name. You don't see girls named Shannon so much anymore. She said she was named for her aunt.

We sat down side by side on the sofa. I took out my cock and she put her hand around it and started pumping. She wouldn't look at me, kept her head turned to other side. I had to keep telling her to tighten her grip. As soon as I came (all over her hand) she asked where the bathroom was. I told her and she hurried to wash up. She was so turned off and clumsy it was cute in a way. I couldn't help smiling. I told her she didn't deserve a tip, but a I gave her $10 dollars extra anyway.

She was back within two weeks. I wasn't surprised. Same deal, but I told her she needed to up her game and at least act like she enjoyed it. She did. She could be a good actress if she wanted. I gave her the same tip.

This happened a couple more times, then one day she said bills were way past due and she really needed $200 right now just to keep things afloat. I told her I needed a blow job for that. She sighed and said ok but she was in a hurry.

Now, she didn't say anything about a condom and she didn't say don't come in her mouth. She gave me a pretty good blowjob, definitely not the best I've had, but not the worst. When I came I gripped her head, and she swallowed it all. She didn't try to pull away at any time. As soon as she raised her head she gave me hell, telling me I should have let her know when I was going to come. She said she didn't even swallow her husband's come, ever. I said, hey, sorry.

I didn't see her for a few weeks, except for when she'd be out in her yard or whatever. I was actually missing her, and not just the sex. All I wanted in the beginning was to get her hooked on my money and have a good time myself. I couldn't believe I was daydreaming about settling down with a married mother who was 20 years younger than me.

Then one day she shows up at my door. She was crying, said her husband had abandoned her and she and the baby were going to be homeless soon. I told her she could move in. It was a big adjustment having a young woman and a toddler in the house (my first wife and I never had kids). Before long, I was enjoying having a "family," which shocked the hell out of me. And, having Shannon in my bed every night was ecstasy. I helped her file for divorce. Her husband never showed up. We're not sure where he is now. We married when her divorce was final, and I adopted her son.

It's been eight years since I first met her, and we still get along surprisingly well. I've learned to believe her when she tells me she loves me. Of course, I realize she's glad to have a decent father for her son and a stable home. I can't blame her for that. Two years after we married we had a son of our own, and then a daughter. I only wanted to use her at first, I don't deny it, but I'm glad there was more in it for both of us.