Until six months ago, my life was conventional. Then my wife of 32 years told me she was leaving me.

A year before, after 25 years on her job, Deborah had been able to retire with benefits that assured her of a nice income for not working. During that year she began to take time for herself, which had not been possible during the years of work and raising two children together.

At 55 Deborah was still a very attractive woman. She began to exercise regularly with a personal trainer and had minor plastic surgery done to tighten her face and neck and the slight sag in her breasts. Six months into retirement, she looked more like her early 40s than her mid-50s. She also started to use more makeup and to dress to highlight her finely toned figure.

One night we actually measured her. She was five feet four inches, 115 pounds and an incredible 36-24-35. I joked that she would make one hot date for a guy of any age. She looked at me slyly and with her tongue wet her lips seductively.

The next day she dyed her medium-brown hair auburn red and got a stylish mod style. I also noticed that she had bought some new lingerie. It was all quite sexy and included bikini and thong panties and lacy demi-bras in black and red.

I figured that Deborah was responding to how she was feeling about herself, which seemed to be mightily sexy—something that revealed itself not only in her appearance but in her increasing interest in sex. Whereas before her retirement we were making love maybe two or three times a month, now she seemed to want to come off almost every night.

Since I’m now 60, I was not able to accommodate Deborah as I would have wished. But when my penis failed me, my fingers and mouth usually got the job done. She came frequently and strongly. As far as I was aware, things were fine.

I should have noticed some other signs. But for a period of about two months before Deborah’s announcement, I was very busy at work. I had to be out of town a lot and worked long hours when I was home.

She was very understanding, even cheerful, about this. When I was away, I called her often, but usually got the answering machine. I figured she was making the best of the situation by seeing friends. When I was home, there were evenings when I got back to the house about ten and found her out. Usually I went to sleep, exhausted, before she got in. When I woke early in the morning, she would be snuggled against me and responded immediately and enthusiastically to my playfulness.

It was a rare morning that we didn’t make love. Sometimes it seemed to me that she was more stretched and wet than usual. But I let the thought drop quickly from my mind as I concentrated on our passion.

Finally the day of reckoning came. One Friday I had to work late again and didn’t get home until 11. Deborah wasn’t there. Rather than go to sleep, I decided to wait up. I had a book that was quite engrossing. Before I knew it, it was one in the morning.

Finally I heard a car pull up, and then some laughing, followed by the slam of a door. When Deborah opened the door and saw me in the living room, she looked surprised, though probably nowhere near as surprised as I was! For the life of me, my wife was dressed like a whore!

She had heavy eye makeup on, with very red lipstick. Her hair was a bit disheveled. She was wearing a tight, low-cut and cropped black tank top. It showed a lot of cleavage, and her hard nipples were sticking out through the material. She clearly wasn’t wearing a bra. Her black leather skirt was very short, and she had on fishnet stockings and three-inch black heels.

The first thing Deborah said was, “No, I’m not wearing panties at this moment. The guy I was with took my thong as a souvenir.”

Then Deborah said she’d been looking for the right opportunity to talk to me, and she supposed this was the best she could do. The last two months, she said, had been the last straw for her.

Not only was I not able to get it up enough to satisfy her, but I was now totally occupied with my job, to her total neglect. I knew she was now really into sex, she said, and she thought this was something I would get into as well, especially since I used to tell her that my fantasy was of her becoming sexually insatiable. She said that was just how she was feeling now.

She had taken things into her own hands. She cruised the Internet and connected with a guy who turned out to be a pimp who catered to the wealthy set. At first, two months earlier, she thought they were just meeting for a sexual rendezvous. She saw him a couple of nights, and both times they made love repeatedly. He told her she was naturally terrific but then gave her some suggestions to be even better in bed.

That’s when he told her that he could help her sat-isfy her sexual needs and also make quite a bit of money. He was looking for a cultured older woman to be a high-class call girl for traveling businessmen from around the world.

Initially she was shocked at the idea. But she figured if she already was having extramarital sex, why not see how she felt about being a whore?

The guy set her up for a “date.” The client was a 50-year-old executive who took her to dinner at a very expensive restaurant. She was told to dress sexy but classy, which she did, from some of her new wardrobe. After dinner she went back to the man’s room, spent an hour getting fucked, then was paid $1500—of which $500 went to her lover, who was now her pimp.

She found the evening extremely enjoyable, and since then had had about a dozen “dates.” Her pimp advised her how to dress, based on each man’s preferences. Tonight’s guy, for example, had wanted her to dress and act like a cheap slut. They went out dancing, and then fucked in his car.

Her rate had remained the same throughout, but her pimp told her he was getting such great reports about her that, with all the repeat business she was getting, he was going to be able to raise her rates, to their mutual benefit.

Perhaps needless to say, I was shocked! But there was more!

Deborah said that between her retirement benefits and her new profession, even if it lasted just a few years, she no longer needed me for money. With that, she went upstairs and locked the bedroom door. The next day she packed her bags and left. I haven’t seen her since. We haven’t talked, let alone done anything about a divorce.

About a week later, however, I was dining alone in a restaurant when a very attractive woman who appeared to be in her late 40s or early 50s came in. To my surprise, she came up to me and said she was a friend of Deborah’s.

Her name was Trish. She said she and Deborah had worked together on a few jobs, but now Trish was ready to retire. She was 60, and wanted to have a normal life, apart from having a daughter and a granddaughter also in the sex trade. Deborah thought I could use the company and was primed for a change in lifestyles.

I didn’t think so immediately, but before I knew what was happening, Trish had picked up a menu and was ordering dinner for herself. And we spent the next hour talking. I hadn’t had such an enjoyable time for a long while.

Trish went home with me, and not surprisingly we had great sex. She came over again the next evening—this time with some Viagra, which I had never used. After an hour or so I got an incredible erection. We fucked three times. I did her twice in her cunt and once in her ass.

Two weeks later Trish, her daughter and granddaughter all moved in with me. Incredibly, they have similar bodies. At 60, Trish has every bit as nice a figure as Deborah. She’s a bit taller and rounder in the hips.

Her daughter Christine, who is 40, is the spitting image of her mother, though with slightly smaller tits and hips. Christine’s specialty is blowjobs—the woman has the most incredible mouth.

Christine’s daughter Marcella, who just turned 20, is paying her way through college by dancing at a strip club. She also does private parties with her mother as well as some escort work on her own.

A month ago I sold my business, and now I manage the business end of Christine’s and Marcella’s work. Trish is retired from the business, but not from me. And she encourages me to fuck her daughter and granddaughter as well. (Thank goodness for Viagra!)

The whole thing strikes me as bizarre. Apparently the family that fucks together stays together.

— H.R., West Palm Beach, Florida