I Pay My Wife For “Doing The Deed” And She’s Quite Happy With It
Advertorial By Dominique Molter | 27 Apr 2018
I’m Richard, a regular man from Wellington, married to beautiful girl named Étienne. We were married for four years. Two years ago we’ve arrived to the conclusion that we want to become parents. So we did. Our baby Zoe was born. Fast forward little over a year: I became a millionaire, and started paying my wife for sex.
It was at that time when more and more people were invited to New Zealander TV shows, after winning jackpots in a new online Quatro casino. I never thought I’d have anything to do with it.
How does one start paying his wife for sex? I never had an answer to that question. But before that happened, I fell in love with another woman, a sex worker, to be precise.
Deep inside I realized that it won’t be long until my marriage will have been destroyed. It has literally become a ticking time-bomb. To put it briefly, my wife found out about my escapades in a matter of four months. Our life had turned into turmoil.
We obviously fought a lot. Lots of tears. Zoe kept shouting her lungs out. My wife and I were slowly but surely losing our minds. I started drinking quite a bit. I could only ask for a miracle to save my marriage at this point.
One day I was in the Green Man Pub on Victoria Street, not far away from our house. I saw an ad in my Facebook feed. A New Zealander casino was giving away 700 free spins in some slot game.
Thinking back a year later, I still have no clue why I clicked that ad. Never been a gambler, it hadn’t been my cup of tea. Long story short: Having played for 10 minutes or so, my screen went flashing red: “Congratulations, you are the winner of the Mega Moolah Jackpot”. In 24 hours $2.1 million hit my bank account. My life has turned from disaster to pure chaos.
Some time has passed, some wounds have healed. The money helped a lot. I thought things were going pretty well with Étienne. But my major issue with it all was that our sex life was a pathetic parody of what it used to be.
Every time I brought this issue up, she always reminded me of my escapades with that professional.
One time she said, ironically I believe: “How about you pay me for sleeping with you”. I didn’t really hesitate to answer positively.
Ever since I pay my wife $700/sexual intercourse. Additional inquiries come at an extra cost, of course. We both feel happy with what’s happening and this is pretty much the first time in a long while when we’re not fighting.