I found this site by accident and it seems that this is a good place to get my story off my chest. I met my wife ( we will call her Vee here) when I was working overseas in the Philippines. She was working in a bar called the Manila Bay Cafe, now the LA Cafe in Manila as a freelancer. The first time I saw her I was smitten. I tried to bar find her the first night but her popularity made me have to come back several nights before I got my turn. Finally I paid for a “long time” session and took her back to my apartment. I was amazed, she was a dream come true. Yes I knew she was a prostitute, but I really didn’t care. Over the next 13 months I was her regular, seeing and paying for her at least 3 days a week.
Eventually, she started seeing me outside of her work and started spending time with me without charge. We become much like boyfriend and girlfriend , even though she continued to work. Finally I popped the question and asked her to marry me. I was about to return to the States and I didn’t want to leave her behind. We were married in her province with her whole family present. I soon had to return to the states and she had to stay behind while I processed her visa.
It took a while to petition Vee to come to the USA on a Spouse visa, but it wasn’t too hard of a process. Just time consuming. While she was waiting, Vee continued to work in her profession at home. I saw no problem with this because she had been doing this job for years and I didn’t see any positive thing about her sitting bored at home waiting.
Finally she got her Visa and came to California to start a new life. For about six months I tried to give her things to keep her busy in her new life. America is quite a bit different than what she was used to. I signed her up for college classes which she got into and achieved the high scores in the class. I got her a job in a shop which she did very well. I always said that she could sell ice cubes to an Eskimo. But I could tell there was something still missing in her life. she never complained but I could tell that she was feeling like a fish out of water. I chocked this up to the complete change of culture and possibly a dose of home sickness. I tried everything I could to brighten her back up to being the old Vee. Don’t get me wrong. Our home life was excellent. She always wanted to wait on my hand and foot. In bed she was amazing as you would expect a former professional to be. Then After about six months I could see a change in her for the better. When I would get home from work she would run to me and greet me with hugs and kisses. She would sing all the time she was making dinner. Definitely a happy change. I wondered at first what caused the spark, but I passed it off as her finally getting used to the new life.
As the weeks passed, I began noticing I few irregularities. You know, like when your driving your car and you hear an unidentifiable sound. First I noticed she had bought new sexy bras and short skirts and dresses. Nothing to get excited about, she looked great in them. Then I noticed she had completely stopped wearing panties. Again, score for me, as it excited me completely to know that her hairy beautiful pussy was completely unwrapped under her dress. This should have been a big clue because back home when she was working she never wore panties. Enjoying the happy home environment I didn’t want to ruin it by voicing my suspicion. I just started to observe things more closely. The big eureka was when I was in the laundry bin and found one of her skirts with stains of it that smelled very much like sperm. It was time to investigate what was going on. Fearful that she might be having an affair, I decided to follow her.
I took the next day off. I waited down the street until it was her normal time to go to work at the shop. She left the house and took the bus as usual, but instead of the shop, she got off and walked into an asian massage parlor. At first I felt angry, betrayed. But as I sat in my car thinking, I realized that there might be more to the story. And at least it didn’t look like she was having an affair, so to speak. She had worked in bars in her country, not massage parlors. My curiosity got the best me. I waited until an hour after the parlors opening time and went in. I talked to the older lady in the front for a bit and asked her if she had a girl with large boobs. I figured that I might have a better chance of getting my wife as a masseuse if I asked for something specific physically. The lady smiled and told me yes, but she was with another customer right now. I told her I wouldn’t mind waiting if I could ensure that I would get a girl with big tits. I was escorted to a room in the back . It had a massage table as well as a small sofa. The lighting was a soft dark pink. I thought, good, maybe she won’t recognize me right away in this light. I took my clothes off and l lay face down on the table. After some time I heard the door open and heard my wife’s voice say hello. I said hello back in a whisper hoping not to be instantly recognized. She didn’t. I could see that she was wearing a tank top and a very short cotton skirt. I could see one of the fancy bras she had bought poking out of the tank top since the tank top was definitely too small. She asked if I wanted oil or powder, I said oil. She stood at my head and began giving me a light massage on my back. As she massaged I could feel her skirt gently touching the top of my head. I looked up and I saw her hairy pussy exposed under her skirt each time it would brush my head. I took a chance and reached up and put my fingers under the skirt into her pussy. Her pussy was so very wet. She didn’t protest, just kept massaging. I kept waiting for her to recognize me but still she hadn’t. Finally she asked me what extras I wanted. I kept fingering her wet pussy and whispered everything. At that point I couldn’t take it anymore and I turned over and sat up. She didn’t recognize me at first, but when I spoke she almost began to cry. I sat her down on the little sofa and we talked.
She told me that she loved me but that her life here was like plain rice. There has to be more to add flavor. She said that her job was boring and that she didn’t feel that she belonged. She told me that this job, like the bar, she was good at. She said she felt alive when she was doing this work. She cried. She told me that she would never cheat on me. She doesn’t believe working sex was the same as cheating. As we talked, I began to understand. I have never believed that sex was the same as love. I believe that it is just a biological need. We finished the massage session by fucking there on the sofa. I can’t remember cumming so good as I did at that moment. I told her to finish her shift and we would talk about at home and I would pick her up when her shift was over.
Later that evening we talked about the situation for several hours. We came to an agreement that she could continue working, but honesty has to be the rule. No lies could ever happen again. She agreed that we would have a rule of honesty no matter what. After that day, she tells me everything. She tells me how many customers, what they do. Because I know her job our life is so much happier. I take her in for medical check ups once a week and make sure she is safe. She makes more methane I do. Since then we have had two children. Having babies has only made her sexier. She still works at massage parlors 4 days a week. She averages 3 to 6 customers a day. She is always happy and life is very very good.
Eventually, she started seeing me outside of her work and started spending time with me without charge. We become much like boyfriend and girlfriend , even though she continued to work. Finally I popped the question and asked her to marry me. I was about to return to the States and I didn’t want to leave her behind. We were married in her province with her whole family present. I soon had to return to the states and she had to stay behind while I processed her visa.
It took a while to petition Vee to come to the USA on a Spouse visa, but it wasn’t too hard of a process. Just time consuming. While she was waiting, Vee continued to work in her profession at home. I saw no problem with this because she had been doing this job for years and I didn’t see any positive thing about her sitting bored at home waiting.
Finally she got her Visa and came to California to start a new life. For about six months I tried to give her things to keep her busy in her new life. America is quite a bit different than what she was used to. I signed her up for college classes which she got into and achieved the high scores in the class. I got her a job in a shop which she did very well. I always said that she could sell ice cubes to an Eskimo. But I could tell there was something still missing in her life. she never complained but I could tell that she was feeling like a fish out of water. I chocked this up to the complete change of culture and possibly a dose of home sickness. I tried everything I could to brighten her back up to being the old Vee. Don’t get me wrong. Our home life was excellent. She always wanted to wait on my hand and foot. In bed she was amazing as you would expect a former professional to be. Then After about six months I could see a change in her for the better. When I would get home from work she would run to me and greet me with hugs and kisses. She would sing all the time she was making dinner. Definitely a happy change. I wondered at first what caused the spark, but I passed it off as her finally getting used to the new life.
As the weeks passed, I began noticing I few irregularities. You know, like when your driving your car and you hear an unidentifiable sound. First I noticed she had bought new sexy bras and short skirts and dresses. Nothing to get excited about, she looked great in them. Then I noticed she had completely stopped wearing panties. Again, score for me, as it excited me completely to know that her hairy beautiful pussy was completely unwrapped under her dress. This should have been a big clue because back home when she was working she never wore panties. Enjoying the happy home environment I didn’t want to ruin it by voicing my suspicion. I just started to observe things more closely. The big eureka was when I was in the laundry bin and found one of her skirts with stains of it that smelled very much like sperm. It was time to investigate what was going on. Fearful that she might be having an affair, I decided to follow her.
I took the next day off. I waited down the street until it was her normal time to go to work at the shop. She left the house and took the bus as usual, but instead of the shop, she got off and walked into an asian massage parlor. At first I felt angry, betrayed. But as I sat in my car thinking, I realized that there might be more to the story. And at least it didn’t look like she was having an affair, so to speak. She had worked in bars in her country, not massage parlors. My curiosity got the best me. I waited until an hour after the parlors opening time and went in. I talked to the older lady in the front for a bit and asked her if she had a girl with large boobs. I figured that I might have a better chance of getting my wife as a masseuse if I asked for something specific physically. The lady smiled and told me yes, but she was with another customer right now. I told her I wouldn’t mind waiting if I could ensure that I would get a girl with big tits. I was escorted to a room in the back . It had a massage table as well as a small sofa. The lighting was a soft dark pink. I thought, good, maybe she won’t recognize me right away in this light. I took my clothes off and l lay face down on the table. After some time I heard the door open and heard my wife’s voice say hello. I said hello back in a whisper hoping not to be instantly recognized. She didn’t. I could see that she was wearing a tank top and a very short cotton skirt. I could see one of the fancy bras she had bought poking out of the tank top since the tank top was definitely too small. She asked if I wanted oil or powder, I said oil. She stood at my head and began giving me a light massage on my back. As she massaged I could feel her skirt gently touching the top of my head. I looked up and I saw her hairy pussy exposed under her skirt each time it would brush my head. I took a chance and reached up and put my fingers under the skirt into her pussy. Her pussy was so very wet. She didn’t protest, just kept massaging. I kept waiting for her to recognize me but still she hadn’t. Finally she asked me what extras I wanted. I kept fingering her wet pussy and whispered everything. At that point I couldn’t take it anymore and I turned over and sat up. She didn’t recognize me at first, but when I spoke she almost began to cry. I sat her down on the little sofa and we talked.
She told me that she loved me but that her life here was like plain rice. There has to be more to add flavor. She said that her job was boring and that she didn’t feel that she belonged. She told me that this job, like the bar, she was good at. She said she felt alive when she was doing this work. She cried. She told me that she would never cheat on me. She doesn’t believe working sex was the same as cheating. As we talked, I began to understand. I have never believed that sex was the same as love. I believe that it is just a biological need. We finished the massage session by fucking there on the sofa. I can’t remember cumming so good as I did at that moment. I told her to finish her shift and we would talk about at home and I would pick her up when her shift was over.
Later that evening we talked about the situation for several hours. We came to an agreement that she could continue working, but honesty has to be the rule. No lies could ever happen again. She agreed that we would have a rule of honesty no matter what. After that day, she tells me everything. She tells me how many customers, what they do. Because I know her job our life is so much happier. I take her in for medical check ups once a week and make sure she is safe. She makes more methane I do. Since then we have had two children. Having babies has only made her sexier. She still works at massage parlors 4 days a week. She averages 3 to 6 customers a day. She is always happy and life is very very good.
