

My marriage used to be fun. My husband and I used to go out and have a good time, go to bars, get tattoos, go shopping. But ever since he was laid off we've haven't really been able to do anything. Until I met Rocco. Whenever Rocco's has time, I make time. Because Rocco knows how to take care of me. Shopping, fun, bills -- anything. He takes care of all of that…and I take care of him, in whichever way he pleases. In the end, I'm actually helping out my marriage, because we need this money. I'm still cool with my husband, and I still love him. But I've got to do what I've got to do.


Harmony Rivers stops by her friend's place and finds her best friend's brother, Sam, packing up for his big move. Harmony reminisces about their time in school and how Sam would always hook up with the cheerleaders, but not her. Since they're alone, and she has the chance, Harmony gives Sam one last taste of home.

God, I'm so tired of staying in this puny guesthouse. Our house flooded, so now my husband and I are staying with his parents. I appreciate it and all, but I'm really getting tired of living this cramped lifestyle. And it doesn't help that my husband's not getting many jobs these days, so who knows how long it will be. Good thing my "job" is paying me good money. I'm actually going to meet my "job" today to work for a little extra cash. Big dick in my mouth and pussy for cash and ? I'll work that shift any day.

I'm over my husband, which is why I'm separated from him and on my way to divorcing his ass. It's also why I have absolutely no problem fucking the sugar daddy I'm about to finally meet in person. I've been talking to him online for a while now, and I'm finally ready to do it. My rent and bills need to get paid, and my deadbeat, soon-to-be ex sure as hell won't do it. If I can make this guy cum like a king, he might treat me like a queen for a long time. He already called me and told me he's doing some shopping for me!


Somebody's got to make money in this household, so I might has well have fun doing it. This is what I tell myself while I'm getting ready to finally meet Mark, my sugar daddy. My husband is going to think I'm going to lunch with the girls; that's all he needs to know. He's too busy, anyway, worrying about money we need, but not doing a whole lot about it. That's why I'm going to Mark's place to give him the sex he wants, and he'll give me the money and gifts I want. No strings attached; this is strictly business that just happens to be fun.
