His wife went from Preacher’s Daughter to Porn Star to Whore very quickly.

Doris and I met in church when her dad became our new pastor. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, with an unforgettable face and a marvelous figure. She was very shy, and although lots of boys tried to get acquainted with her, she was totally cold to them all.

My father was a deacon, so I was involved in helping around the church and the parsonage. I saw Doris often, and finally got her to spend some time with me, but it was obvious that she was afraid of boys. It wasn’t until we worked together setting up a revival meeting in a large park at the edge of town that I managed to persuade her to slip off with me once or twice and take a walk by the river.

When I finally got to kiss her, I could not believe the reaction. I thought she was going to eat me alive! She became very excited and was all over me. And then, just as quickly, she pulled away and started crying. Talk about confused! I had no clue.

In the following weeks and months she opened up to me enough to make it evident that she had been scared by all the terrible things her parents had burned into her mind about the evils of sex. She couldn’t shake the fear they had instilled, although her hormones were telling her something else.

I had to finish college before I could ask her to marry me, but when I did she said yes. Our wedding night was a total failure, as she was so frightened that all I could do was hold her, and we went to sleep with our clothes on. Some counseling helped, and we finally had sex. It was awkward at first, but in the middle of it she suddenly became a tiger. I was just amazed at the pent-up passion she displayed, and how she loved it when we really got going. I didn’t think she was ever going to get enough. Oh, how I loved this wonderful, beautiful woman!

She had been so brainwashed about the evils of sex that I thought it might help if I got some magazines and videos to help her see how people could really have erotic pleasure in many different ways. I kept working on her to change her dressing habits, to let me see her fantastic cleavage and her shapely legs. In time I got her to the point where, when we were alone, she would sometimes go without a bra, and eventually without panties. Then I worked on having her ride in the car that way. She was obviously turned on by this new freedom, and would nearly wear me out later on in bed.

Gradually Doris became more and more open to trying my suggestions. One time I got her to go to the market with me without a bra, and her big nipples were really evident through her blouse. She tried to hide behind me as we went down the aisles, but at one point I went off and left her on her own. Immediately the store manager, a really good-looking guy, descended upon her, asking if he could help her find anything. He was pretty obvious about looking at her tits, and finally she got comfortable enough with his evident admiration to actually stand a little straighter, showing her breasts off even more.

On the way home she was all over me, and I unbuttoned her blouse and kissed and sucked her tits until she had an orgasm right in the car. I took her panties off and left her blouse unbuttoned, and when we got home I had her walk into the house that way, and she loved it.

That night we went to a drive-in theater. Doris dressed very skimpily, and seemed to love it when people walked by and looked in at her with her breasts hanging out of her top, and the rest of her barely covered by her tiny shorts. This new sexuality of hers was wonderful, and I was thrilled.

Now, she would walk around the house naked, and came to be proud of her marvelous figure and the reactions it provoked in others. I made a point of leaving the window curtains open, and she obviously noticed, but didn’t object. Sometimes I would get her to bare her breasts in the car, and let a passing trucker get a thrill. Or I would have her sit in a restaurant or bar with her legs spread wantonly, so that all of them were on display, as well as her sometimes naked crotch.

When Doris asked me what I wanted for my birthday, I told her I wanted a camcorder. Then I started filming her in the nude, in various positions, and she obviously loved it. So I started filming us making love, and she really got into that too. Eventually I asked her if she would have some professional pictures made for me.

“You mean for me to be nude in front of a stranger?” she asked, but I could see that the idea excited her. I told her it would be all right, and that I would go with her. So we finally found a studio and made an appointment.

It was the sexiest thing we had done so far. Clark, the photographer, was a very handsome middle-aged man who really knew how to work with a model. Before long Doris was totally relaxed, and was ready to do whatever he asked. He took pictures of her in every possible position, and told us he would call when they were ready.

When he called, Doris went there alone to pick them up. Clark told her that she was a natural model, and that with her figure and face he could get her a lot of work modeling. The money was good, so with my approval she started modeling — mostly clothes and jewelry. One time Clark had her pose in a bathtub filled with suds. I asked her what she had worn under the water, and she dropped her eyes and said, “Nothing.”

Obviously Clark had seen her naked before, but I wondered if he didn’t get pretty worked up, seeing her that way all alone. Doris said they weren’t alone that much, that Clark had a younger assistant who usually helped out at the studio. But she admitted that one time Clark had asked her to stay after his assistant had gone, and had tried to kiss her, but she wouldn’t let him. I asked her if that was all he had tried, and she shrugged and said that sometimes he was a little careless with his hands as he moved her into the poses he wanted. But it didn’t really bother her, and she didn’t seem to take it too seriously.

One night she came home and said that Clark had told her he had a contract with a company that made sex toys. It would require modeling in the nude, put it paid really well. I asked her if she wanted to do it, and she said it was no big deal.

After that she started working later and later, and sometimes she would come home with her hair a little messier than usual. Sometimes she would not come near me until she had bathed. I got suspicious, but she was still a tigress in bed, so I had no complaint. Then she asked if I would mind if she shaved her pubic hair, since Clark thought it would look better in the ads. Now, with her cunt more exposed, I could see that her pussy lips sometimes looked red and swollen before she got into bed. I knew something was going in.

Clark’s studio had a skylight for more natural illumination, and one day I went over there and found a way to get up on the roof, positioning myself where I could see down into the work area. When Doris got there, the first thing that happened was that she got naked, and Clark fucked her on the couch. I could hear the noises she made even up on the roof. After they both came, they went to work on some shots. Then, when the assistant got there, he fucked her too. Then Clark fucked her again, and then they went back to work.

I was hard as a rock. I couldn’t believe what I had just seen, but I had loved every stroke of it. When Doris got home she acted the same as usual, and our sex was fantastic.

On New Year’s Eve Clark had a big party, to which he invited all his clients, and us too. With the liquor flowing freely, all the clients made a big fuss over my wife, as though she were a movie star, and she ate it up.

Late in the evening, when everyone was getting quite looped, my wife and another model were talked into doing some poses for the group, and they kept taking off more and more clothing until they ended up naked. Some of the clients’ wives got into the act, and before long we had a full-blown orgy on our hands. Everyone was naked, including me, and I watched as a guy I had never met before made love to my wife, right in front of everyone. I had never been so turned on in my life!

After that the men kept taking turns with her until she was covered with sweat and come, and when I got in line she hardly noticed that it was me. She must have had a dozen men in her pussy, and some of them more than once.

We were too drunk to drive home, so we stayed there in the apartment. In the morning I was awakened by the sound of my wife’s moaning, and I opened my eyes to see Clark banging away on her. As soon as he was through I asked her if she could handle me too, and she said she would love to.

Doris is still working for Clark, only now he uses her not only as a model, but as an escort for hire, and she brings home more money than we ever hoped to make. She sometimes goes off on trips and cruises with some of her clients, and since I no longer have to work, I am sometimes invited to go along. I love seeing how she works her clients, and how she truly enjoys being a high-priced whore. She still fucks me so much that I can’t possibly be jealous, and our lives are better than ever.