In 2009 the recession started to bite, and my wife’s work started to dry up.   My wife Hettie runs her own mobile hairdressing and beauty business.  It wasn’t much better for me.  Although I didn’t lose my job, but all bonuses, perks and overtime dried up leaving me on a basic salary.  It was barely enough to get by on and we were getting deeper and deeper in the red.  Then suddenly Hettie seemed to have lots of work and money and was keeping us afloat.  I was just grateful for her work and the money it brought in, it was just sad that it seemed to be draining her and she was permanently tired.  One evening I asked if there was anything I could do to make her life easier.  Hettie went quiet and never answered.

A few days later I knocked Hettie’s appointment book off the table and as it hit the floor it fell open.  I suddenly noticed that a lot of her appointments had men’s names.  I thought it was odd, but some men do take care of themselves, and if that was where the money was, so be it.  One address stood out to me.  It was the big house in the adjacent street to ours.  The appointment was for just before lunch time on Friday week.  I closed the book and returned it to the table and went off to work.

Later that morning all staff were called together to be told the company was downsizing and some of us were to be let go.  One by one we were called into the big boss’s office.    Some were told they were being let go and others that their duties would change and what extra duties they would be expected to do.  A mate was next in, and he came out looking totally glum and declared that fourteen years with the company and the bastard let him go, just like that.  After telling him how sorry I was, I was called in.  The big boss didn’t muck about, “You still have a job,” he said.  I was totally relieved as that would have totally destroyed Hettie and I.  “In fact, you’re to get a promotion. “You get your boss’s job plus part of Joe’s work.”  I was sad that Joe was to be let go, but not unhappy that my boss got what he deserved.  I was also to get a small pay rise, not a lot but at that time every penny helped.  I was over the moon but was told to keep it to myself until all the changes happened.

The following Thursday morning my boss along with many others were walked off the property.  I was told to pack up my stuff and start my new job on Monday.  I had kept the news to myself and not even told Hettie.  I was packed up in double quick time and moved my stuff into my new office.  As I didn’t start until Monday I decided to go and meet Hettie and take her for a drink before her next appointment.  I remembered where she was due to be and made my way to the house.

There were quite a few cars in the road, and I wondered what was going on.  I knocked the front door knocker to be greeted by a young lady.  “You here for Hettie?”  I wondered how she knew but told her yes anyway.  “She’s in the big room on the second floor.”  Then she walked away.  I made my way up the stairs and could hear several men sounding quite excited.  I opened the door and walked in just as Hettie groaned loudly.  I immediately knew what the moan meant.  It was the moan that Hettie makes when she is coming, and that was due to the elderly man slamming his cock in and out of Hettie’s pussy.  I stepped back outside the door and closed it.  I couldn’t believe what I had just witnessed.  One elderly man fucking my wife and five others standing around naked waiting for the spoils.

I couldn’t believe this was how my wife had been keeping us going.  I know we were struggling, but this, letting men use her for money.  I drove home and could feel my stomach churning.  It was quite some time before Hettie finally arrived home.  I asked how her day had been and she just answered that it was ok.  Then she went off for a shower, presumably to wash away any evidence.   That night in bed I told Hettie that she wouldn’t need to work so hard as I had just been promoted and got a raise.  Hattie didn’t seem that excited to hear my news.  I wondered why.  Was she enjoying being used by groups of men?

I deliberately took another look in her diary, and she had the same appointment in her diary week after week, all at the same house.  I decided to see if it happened every week.  I took an early lunch the following Friday and rushed to the house and was let in by the same girl.  Up stairs Hettie was again naked on a table being fucked from behind.  Only this time she was facing the door and instantly saw that I was stood there watching her.  Like last time there were a number of men naked waiting for their turns.

I went back to work with a heavy heart.  It wasn’t a one off.   Hettie was home before me and as soon as I got in, she was pleading with me to listen to her before doing anything rash.  I sat as she told me that at one of our worst times money wise, she was doing a manicure on a young woman that seemed to live in the big house.  Hettie was talking about how hard times had become.  The young woman agreed and then said there were ways of making a little extra money.  Hettie was so worried about our status, so she asked how she could earn a little more money.

The young woman left when her manicure was done and returned with the elderly man.  He made it clear that he would pay her well for a full massage.  Hettie never realized that also meant giving him a wank.  He paid her fifty pounds for a wank that had lasted just ten minutes.  A week later she was giving him another wank and as she wanked him his hand went up her skirt and he fingered her pussy through her panties.  This time he gave her seventy-five pounds when she had finished.    The following week he didn’t want Hettie to touch his cock as she massaged him.  The minute she had finished he told her there was one hundred pounds in the envelope and all she had to do was bend across the table and let him have his way.  Hettie said she was totally conflicted, she didn’t want him fucking her but at the same time she knew we probably couldn’t meet the mortgage that month.

Thinking it was a one off and nobody would know, reluctantly she bent forward.  The man lowered her panties to her knees.  He fingered her pussy for a few moments then his cock was in her and he was screwing her good and hard.   Hettie said she could hear herself moaning and realized that she was enjoying the pounding the man was giving her.  Then she was coming, and Hettie said that she guessed that he had come as well as her pussy was soaking wet.  After the man left Hettie, she was wiping her pussy when the young lady appeared. 

“So, you’ve joined us then,” she said grinning.  Hettie asked what she meant, and the girl told her that she and two other girls in the house were prostitutes.  They lived there and the owner, the old man, provided them with clients.  She said they were wall cared for.  All he asked of them was that he could have sex with them whenever he wanted to.   Hettie insisted that she wasn’t a prostitute, and it was just a once off.  The girl laughed and said that she would be back for more.  Hettie said the rest of the day she felt totally guilty about what she had done and only managed to console herself by telling herself she had done it for us. Her guilt was made worse by the fact that she had actually enjoyed being fucked.    But the girl was right.  Hettie could have declined any further bookings for that house, but she was back just one week later.

This time as the man fucked her, over her massage table, two much younger men stood and watched.  When the man finished, he said her money was in the envelope, but there was more if she let one or both men have a turn.  She got cross with the man telling him what sort of woman did he think she was.  She threw in that she was happily married woman.  She took her money and left.

That didn’t put her returning the following week.  This week as the two men watched the man had a massage and he stopped Hettie before he came.  Then she was on her back and the man was in her pumping away at her pussy.  Due to Hettie wanking him first he was pretty worked up and just as Hettie was getting ready to come the man came first deep in her pussy.  Hettie was so worked up that she hardly noticed that a second man was now feeding his cock into her pussy.  She said she came almost immediately when his cock penetrated her.  He like the older man fucked her hard and she soon heard herself groaning as she headed towards her second climax.  Then the man pulled out.  She was devastated that one minute she is about to hit her climax and then her pussy is empty.

It wasn’t empty for long the last man was there and he thrust into her pussy hard.  Hettie said it pushed her straight over the edge and she heard herself keep saying yes.  The man plowed her hard and as she came down from her climax, she realized that she was heading for yet another climax.  The man timed it just right that Hettie came first, and then the man left his load in her pussy.  Hettie said she just laid there as the men left the room talking about her.  The girl appeared again telling Hettie that she knew she would be back.  The girl helped clean Hettie up and get her dressed and even helped her out with her massage table.  The girl even ran back and fetched Hettie’s envelope that she nearly forgot.  She said she drove home not believing that she had just let three men fuck her.

Then she couldn’t believe that the envelope contained two-hundred pounds.  Hettie said it paid off some of our bills and even some of our loan.  Hettie told herself that was it, it was her last time, but a week later she was on her back with the man fucking her good and hard and two different men waiting for a turn.  Again, the young woman helped Hettie afterwards.  She told Hettie that the men liked her and there were more queuing up for a go at her pussy.  Hettie still tried to justify it by telling herself that we were almost out of debt.

The following week there were three men watching the older man fucking Hettie and then they were round her like bees around a honey pot.  She said she had cocks in her mouth and pussy and during the afternoon she lost count of how many times she came.  She said that at Uni she had slept with three men, but this was her first time pleasuring and being pleasured by four men.  That was something about her I never knew.  She said there was three hundred and fifty pounds in her envelope that day.  She said she had only just showered when I walked in wanting her pussy.  Hettie said she couldn’t believe that she had now had five cocks in her in one day.  She said that after I had made love to her, she lay feeling ashamed of herself.

The next day after paying all our debts and even paying a bill before the final notice, Hettie again told herself it was the last time.  But again, she was back, and the young lady was helping her put the massage table up.  As she did, she told Hettie that the men had a big afternoon planned for her.  Hettie tried to get out of her what she meant, but the girl refused to tell her and left her getting ready.  Today as the older man walked in five other men followed him.  She had six naked men circling her.  They were all touching and pawing at her.  Hettie said she almost came just thinking about what was about to happen to her.  She was about to have a real gangbang.   Then the older man told the others to back off a little and he bent Hettie over the table as he slid deep in her pussy.  Then as he banged away a second man pushed his cock into her mouth.

Hettie decided that the more she sucked cock the less her poor pussy would get pounded and greedily sucked on the one already in her mouth.  The older man came and then it seemed a free for all as to who got her mouth and who got her pussy.  She said it was three and half hours before they had all finished with her.  The girl was quickly back helping to get Hettie cleaned up and her table in the car.  She told Hettie that some of the men asked could she return of an evening.  They had said they had a nice party arranged for her and she would be very well paid.  Hettie told her to tell them it was a definite no.  This time her envelope had five hundred pounds.

She had just showered when I got home, and she was just hoping that I didn’t want her pussy as she was slightly sore.  Fortunately, I didn’t make a move on her.  The next day a bill dropped in, and Hettie said it felt really good paying it the same day.  Hettie went on to tell me that after that first time with six men she had a further five more sessions with six men.  Then looking pleased with herself she produced our bank account statement.  I had long since stopped looking at it, as it was always in the red and quite depressing.  I was shocked to see that we had a little over two thousand pounds in credit, and another five hundred to pay in after today’s session.   It had never ever been that high.

Hettie was telling me that she was sorry for what she did, but it was a necessity to get us back in the black.  All through her story I was sat with a raging erection.  The thought of other men using Hettie for their own pleasure had the blood surging through my cock.  I don’t think Hettie had a clue what was happening as I dragged her across the lounge and over the dining table.  I pulled her panties to her knees as I released my cock.  Then Hettie had her seventh cock of the day in her sloppy pussy.  It wasn’t even sloppy seconds or thirds.  I was getting sloppy sevenths.  But did it feel good, slamming in and out of a pussy that I knew had already been stretched and used many times just a short time back.

Hettie moaned and groaned all the way through the pounding that I gave her, and her pussy tightened just a little as she came.  I added to the sloppy mess already in her pussy.  Afterwards Hettie was surprised that I got so excited and wanted to know if I was angry at her.  I told her not so angry as disappointed that she hadn’t told me the first time she was hit on.  She said that she had another booking for next week and asked me what I wanted her to do.  I told her it was more like what she wanted to do as it was her body they were abusing.   Hettie admitted that she found that she enjoyed it, being used by so many men, them all wanting to get to her and use her.  Then there was the physical side of it she said, she couldn’t remember a time where she came so much or so strongly.

Hettie attended at least another twenty sessions before she called time on it.  It was when she told one of the men her arse hole was off limits, and he still stuffed it up there regardless.  Having pushed him off she took her envelope and left without serving most of the men.  She never went back, but she did find other outlets for hers and my fetishes.

The other good news was that the recession ended, well at least for us.