Wife Irina is a whore.

Day 1

I always thought we lived in a cozy little world where I was your reliable pillar, support, and provider. But life made its adjustments, and my world collapsed in an instant. A severe injury at work not only deprived me of the ability to earn but also left me on the brink of depression due to long and exhausting rehabilitation. Irina was by my side all this time—supporting, comforting, and taking care of me, even when it seemed all was lost.

One evening, we were sitting at dinner. My wife looked a bit anxious, avoiding looking me directly in the eyes. "I... found a side job," she said quietly, playing

with her fork. "It's not easy to talk about... I'm going to be a model."

My eyebrows shot up in surprise: "A model? How so?" *I was silent for a few seconds, trying to process what was said. Finally, I found the words:*

— Irina... are you serious? A model? I... I don't even know what to say. This is so unexpected.

You looked up and met my eyes: "I understand it sounds strange. But I had difficulties finding a job after you... after your injury. And when this opportunity came up, I decided to try."

I got up from the table and walked around it to be next to her. Putting my arm around her shoulders, I asked: "But it's... artists there? Where will they be drawing you?"

— Yes," you nodded. "A school of art workshops on the outskirts of the city. They were looking for models for different classes—portrait drawing, sculpture... They promised good pay.

I sighed and held you tighter: "If you need it... if it helps us now... then I support you."

The next day I spent waiting for her

*After a tense day of waiting, the familiar sound of a car pulling up was finally heard. I ran out of the house to meet her*

Irina, looking a bit tired but with a warm smile on her face, got out of the car and walked over to me.

— How did it go?" I asked. She sighed and hugged me: "Oh, it was... interesting. Not unpleasant, just a bit weird. Sitting naked in front of a group of strangers... But then I relaxed. The artists were very professional and polite.

— I hope they enjoyed posing," I added with a slight tremor in my voice. "What about you? Are you okay?

She nodded and pressed herself against me even more: "Yes, definitely okay now. I even liked it. And most importantly—they paid well."

Wait... It dawned on me... *Your confession caught me off guard. "Naked? You mean you posed... nude?" My cheeks were burning with excitement.*

Irina nodded, blushing: "Yes. I... I thought you wouldn't like it if I told you. But it significantly increases the fee."

I felt a strange mix of shock and unexpected arousal, imagining you naked in front of the artists. My heart started beating faster.

— And... and how was it? Did you like it?" My voice trembled with tension.

You nodded again, biting your lip: "At first, it was very strange. But then... yes, I even enjoyed it."

At that moment, an electrified silence hung between us. Our gazes intertwined, and I suddenly realized this situation had awakened something new and exciting in us.

Irina looked at me in surprise, noticing the change in my mood: "You... you're not going to be angry? I really thought you wouldn't like it."

I slowly reached for her hand, gently squeezing it: "No, no. I'm... surprised. And... honestly, it turns me on. Tell me more," I whispered.

She hesitated a little but then continued: "At first, it was terribly embarrassing and scary. But when I started posing, those feelings somehow... changed. My skin got goosebumps from excitement. And... and I got wet," your voice became even quieter.

My breathing quickened: "Wet? From what?"

— From all of it. From the feeling of many eyes on me... From the awareness of being naked and vulnerable..." She fell silent, looking away.

*I felt paralyzed with arousal listening to her story. Each new detail made my heart beat faster.*

My breathing became ragged, and my cock immediately hardened, straining against my pants.

*Seeing her open, wet pussy, I felt the whole world narrow down to that single detail. Kneeling before her, I couldn't hold back the desire.*

— Irina..." — my voice was hoarse with excitement, and I gently parted her labia with my tongue, inhaling the scent of passion and lust. The taste of my wife was sweet and incredibly arousing. I caressed her pussy with my lips and tongue, feeling my wife begin to moan with arousal. I rose up and entered her in one motion. Our bodies merged in a single rhythm, as if we were once again those young and madly in love people just discovering each other. With each thrust, I felt more tension building inside me.

This sex was the sweetest in our entire marriage, and it was the beginning of my wife's unforgettable changes.