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I swapped teaching for a brothel

We resorted to some drastic measures to save our love...

Published by: Laura Hinton and James Knock
Published on: 20 September 2012

A pile of school books was waiting to be marked And, spotting the gigantic load of washing in the kitchen, I sighed.
Oh god, I was fed up!
‘You're just going to walk past the washing then?' I snapped at my hubby Richard, 56.
‘Sorry,' he mumbled.
I felt bad, but I couldn't help myself. We'd been bickering loads lately.
We worked as secondary school teachers and the hours were long. The romance in our relationship had disappeared and our sex life had dwindled to practically nothing. Once upon a time, we hadn't been able to keep our hands off each other. Nowadays, I was lucky to even get a cuddle!
Crawling under the covers later that night, I had an idea.
‘Why don't we try swinging again?' I said. Instantly, Richard's eyes sparkled with interest. For a second, I got a flash of the old him. ‘Only if you wanted to,' he grinned, pulling me close.
Swinging probably sounds really extreme, but that was actually how we'd met.
To us, there was nothing more exciting than seeing your partner turned on by someone else. Except we'd fallen for each other, so we'd left our marriages and the swinging world behind. Then, exactly a year after meeting, we tied the knot.
‘You look stunning,' Richard whispered on our big day. ‘I love you,' I told him.
Now, seven years on, I was desperate to rekindle that passion. Together, we decided to go back to one of the old clubs we used to haunt.
A couple of months on, though, we'd had a few fun but unfulfilling encounters. I felt just as hollow and empty as before.
‘I get too jealous seeing you with other women now,' I admitted to Richard, the tears spilling out. ‘I want to experiment but I get too emotionally attached.'
‘I feel exactly the same,' he sighed, wrapping his arms around me. ‘I'm sure we'll think of something.'
The next day, I was sat on the computer still feeling miserable when I typed Top 10 Fantasies, into a search engine. Top of the list was having sex for money.
‘Prostitution?' I sniffed. No way. But for one reason or the other, I just couldn't get the idea out of my head.
‘I could work as a a prostitute,' I blurted to Richard later that day. ‘Seriously?' he said, excitement in his eyes again. ‘Wow. The thought of you being with someone else, then coming back to me. It's so wrong... but that's why I like it.'
Hearing his reaction, I realised I didn't mind the idea. In fact, I quite liked it. ‘We could just try it once,' I continued. ‘Let's think of it as an experiment.'
But, we were risk-takers, not law-breakers, and the only place prostitution was legal was Nevada. So, a couple of days later, we found ourselves making the journey there.
Despite feeling apprehensive, I couldn't deny the excitement building inside me as we got closer. This was the kinkiest thing I'd ever done in my life.
The brothel strictly forbid Richard from being on the premises though, so he had to check himself into the nearest hotel.
‘I love you,' he whispered, eyes wide with excitement. ‘See you later,' I smiled, kissing him and heading off into the unknown.
Nerves tingled through me as I made my way inside the building. I'd dressed demurely in a knee-length skirt and fitted top. I felt that it exposed enough, but not too much.
I felt strangely at ease introducing myself to the guy in charge. There had been a change in management, I was told. So they planned to just throw me in at the deep end.
‘It's probably better that way,' I gulped, my face flushing. Before I knew it, I'd been lined up next to six other women. Glancing sideways at them, I let out a nervous smile.
Sure, I was older, but I had life experience. I knew how to hold myself and how to command attention from a man.
Heart racing, I couldn't believe it when one of the first blokes to walk in picked me.
‘So what are you into?' I purred seductively. I noticed his hands were shaking.
‘I'm happy for you to lead,' he muttered under his breath.
I relaxed, realising this was hard for him. For me though, negotiating the money was the most difficult part. But once we'd agreed a price, I felt strangely liberated.
Amazingly, he was really polite.
When I met Richard at the hotel afterwards, I was walking on air. ‘It was great,' I whispered, teasing him with the details. ‘But you're much better in bed.'
Two weeks on, I'd quit my teaching job. I felt like a new woman. My income tripled in the first month alone. But it was more than that.
You see, prostitution was completely different to swinging. We could both get our kicks out of it without having to worry about the emotional baggage.
Even though the same clients kept coming back, I was detached from it all because I always had the upper hand.
But, what I really wanted was for Richard to be a part of this new world, too. So we moved on to another brothel that would allow him in.
While I was busy working, he began helping out with odd jobs, like building their website.
‘This lifestyle couldn't be more perfect,' I said, snuggling up to Richard one night.
‘I know,' he grinned, kissing me with the passion I remembered from when we'd first met. ‘It's made me realise exactly how much I love you.'
Although it may sound like a bizarre way to live, it worked for us. It just felt right. And it had saved our marriage at a point where it was close to breaking.
Now, three years on, I'm about to start a new job at an alien-themed brothel - the first of its kind! Once there, I'm going to work as a madam, training up eight high-class prostitutes.
‘I want a real mix of girls,' I told the owner. ‘Then, I'll show them the ropes.'
‘Funny, really,' Richard said. ‘You're still a teacher.'
While I'm ‘teaching,' Richard will work in the gift shop.
We have big ideas for the future and want to start booking in groups and parties... the kind of guys who love Star Wars and Alien movies will be just for us!
There's not one minute I've regretted swapping the classroom for a brothel. My life is perfect, and I wouldn't change it!
I doubt many women can say it, but prostitution really did save our marriage.
Sonja Bandolik, 52, Smith County, TennesseeÂ