She was Once a Hooker

I first met her in a popular bar in the city. We danced a bit and while we were having a drink she told me that she was a hooker. Then she asked me if I was interested in having sex. I thought she was very cute and agreed on her overnight price. We stayed at my place and had a great time. In the morning I drove her to the residential hotel where she lived. I began to see her often, some times three nights a week. She was great in bed and I was getting to like her a lot. I wanted to be with her all the time. One night I asked her to move in with me and give up her business. She thought it would be a good idea if I treated her well. I agreed and we began living together. She was wonderful to be with, but her tastes in jewelry were becoming unaffordable. I had a good paying job but she was driving me to bankruptcy. My credit cards were maxed out and I just couldn't afford to keep her. When I tried to curb her spending habits she said that she would be better off returning to her job as a hooker. It was made clear that I could see her any time that I had the money. I saw her as often as I could. Our relationship went on for the next five years and all seemed well. But one night while we were having dinner on her fortieth birthday, she said that business was getting bad because she was becoming to old for the trade. She would have to take a job as a receptionist offered by one of her customers. I told her that if you would take it easy on my credit card you could live with me. She happily said okay, and we started a new life together.

We have been living together for over twenty years and are very happy. I gave her the financial security that she needed. It is important for her to know that she will never be broke as long as I am with her. The expensive tastes are gone, and she is careful not to buy more than we can afford. Our sexual relationship is as strong as ever. I am a fortunate guy to have met that hooker at the bar many years ago.
Melpol