Complexities | 18+

Acclimation

|edited by: Bazzle|

    This new arrangement was going to really test us.

    Was it strange that it was her idea and not mine? Follow up, I'm also okay with it? Maybe "okay with it" was the wrong term, but there was something niggling me about the thought of pimping my girl out. Letting her become a lady of the night to help us pay rent and survive in our new, big city apartment. Enjoy our new lives. The whole thing  was fucking hot. We can't get away from the fact we are both curious, our heads can be easily turned both ways. I know I do it walking down the street, I know Livia does. We observe, we log and appreciate. We were both curious. Livia came home with a handwritten note, an idea, a full proof concept, as a solution to how we would cover next month's rent. I was honored she would do this for us

    One morning when my Liv was already outside having her morning smoke, I plucked up courage and decided to have a little sit down and talk about it. I brought her coffee, made just the way I knew she liked it. As such my sexy nude girlfriend thanked me with smoke drifting from her sexy lips, with her luscious smile that made me go weak at the knees even now, before placing her cigarette back between her lips as she reached out for the coffee cup with both hands. She was something to admire, sitting on the outdoor cushion with nothing between it and her pert ass while her gently sagging tits were out on show as well. I just had to admire her nipples that were hard against the morning air as she placed her smoke in the holder of the ashtray and gave her hot coffee a careful sip before placing it down and looking at her laptop. She spun around, smoke swirling as she plucked it back up, so I could look at the screen. "Come see this! This pretty girl is offering a night for $500 and she has like a thousand responses! It's only been up for a few hours too..."

    I peered at the dully lit screen and my eyes popped out on stalks firstly at the sexy girl, and secondly as I focused on the numbers of what she was talking about. "That would pay for a month of rent and the late fees," I mumbled, thinking about the price this woman would potentially get from all these willing men.

    "I know... I think it could be something to consider," I could tell Liv was speaking carefully, as she exhaled the gray plume of smoke that came dancing out of her pink lipped mouth and swirled around her. I slowly nodded, I was only going to be adding to it as I lit up my own cigarette, moving to sit down at her feet, which she moved  her fluffy pink slip on slippers onto my lap as if it were where they belonged, though a slight huff from out pooch, Dave, told me it was where he felt he should be. .

    He was wrong though, for me it was the perfect spot for her.

    Placing my spare hand on her bare ankle, I began rubbing it with my thumb circling around as my thoughts spun in my head as I thought about it. Really, truly considering it for the first time. "I think... it wouldn't be that bad. I mean, it would be up to you at the end of the day. You have to be comfortable, it's your body, and you will be alone in some way with these men and... letting them have you." I quietly gulped at the thought. We had only ever been with one another, but the idea of opening things and sharing had crossed our minds here and there. Enough for this conversation to even be happening. "I'm... okay with it. We need the money too desperately for it to be off the table anyway. It was a long shot moving here, but I know you love it and so do I,"

    I could see in her eyes that I was correct in my assumption. We both wanted to stay here badly and this was just a step in that direction. I was already okay with having my stunning girlfriend smoking naked on our balcony every single morning. Hell, I bring coffee to her so she can really enjoy herself. I was here to support my Liv, just as she supported me in so many different ways.

But after the chat, and focusing hard on the words we were putting down. We finally posted our own advertisement. It was shocking the kinds of guys that wanted to be with my Liv, a real high school sweetheart. My highschool sweetheart! The one that I went to both proms with and dated all four years. Aaron and Livia. The names rolled off the tongue. We were a power couple. Even more powerful at this point in my opinion. I like to think hers as well, but I have never been one to assume my lover's thoughts before asking the woman herself. We were lucky, I think, these men were not just perverse weirdos that were desperate enough to pay to have sex. The first guy to reach out to us was actually looking for a fun date to take to his older brother's wedding.