The young Desi woman was of a lower caste, a distinction theoretically outlawed in her home country but, like discrimination in the USA, not so easy to eradicate. Afti was pregnant. There was no doubt of the father. Her betrothed, Hana, was the only male to seed her. He was a student though and had no resources. Her parents had even fewer. She would have to work to fund the modest wedding she ached for.

Household services were the only skill she had. Luckily she found two local households who would hire her. One had a husband and two teenage sons with a wife who was fat and lazy. The other was a widower with no children at home. Three days each, alternating.

Being freshly caught, her condition was not noticed by either employer. Her ample bosom and hips had been however. The obvious leering of her employers sparked an idea in her mind. She knew from woman talk that men would pay for the use of a woman’s yoni and subtle inquiries soon made it clear that these men were no exception. How much they would pay to have their lingams pleasured required further work. Bargaining was part of the culture so negotiating for sex wasn’t much different than for food at the market.

Afti was less pudgy than many so she was more desirable. The married man, Rashid, was the first to come to terms and she was inseminated twice a week. Mentally prepared to endure his insertions, which she hoped would be brief, and dealing with the resulting mess he would leave inside her, she was startled when his intromissions were very pleasurable and stimulating. He was skilled in the use of his lingam and fingers and mouth, doing enjoyable things her betrothed didn’t know. She orgasmed each time they coupled. The pleasures she kept to herself, not wishing to upset Hana.

Noticing the things Rashid did to bring pleasure, she subtly encouraged her betrothed to utilize them. Surely he noticed the extra wetness on those days, she thought, since he was often eager for her body as she returned. Even though she had prepared an explanation, he did not ask.

The other client, the widower, was not so enjoyable. He took her only for his pleasure, as she had expected. She learned ways to make him finish quickly from other women and drained his fluids at the first opportunity as she squatted over a toilet hole.

Her dowry was growing nicely, along with her breasts and belly, when another opportunity arrived. The married client, now knowing her condition and purpose, suggested that her income would significantly increase if she would tutor his two sons in the arts of sex. She knew them well by now and agreed.

As he was pleasuring her from behind, reaching to cup belly and boobs, she remarked, “You are making a professional out of me. I never expected to be a sex worker but I truly enjoy it. Will you continue to take me as I teach your sons?”

Squirting on her womb opening, he replied, “I want you after they finish in order to feel the fruits of your teaching.” She shivered in pleasure as she thought about that.

So it came to be that she would teach one son early in the week and the other on a later visit. Their father, sliding in the fresh cream of his offspring, ensured that she was left satisfied. She deferred her betrothed’s attentions those days, claiming fatigue, the truth but with cause unspecified.

The wedding was small but traditional. Her Rashid and sons were in attendance but not the other client. Rashid passed her an envelope with a substantial gift, explaining it was for a honeymoon, something their budget could not afford. Even her new husband could not miss the affectionate hug and kisses she gave him in thanks.

The fat wife was in for a surprise. No, her husband did not want sex with her unattractive body, but he, supported by her own sons, insisted that she do the housekeeping until Afti returned, if she did. That had not been discussed by any of the parties involved.

Now safely ensconced in marriage, Afti knew she must tell her spouse the rest of the story. Omitting the widower’s part, she explained in a factual way how she had acquired the needed funds. Her husband was familiar with the situation and had suspected as much, which he told her. Relieved that he was not angry with her decisions, made without his knowledge, she pointed out the benefits that had accrued to their own couplings.

Because he still had some education left to finish, although nearing the end when he could get a decent job, they needed money. Living with his parents helped. He acknowledged that she must continue to work but only for the benefactor client. The other would not continue, to her relief.

Rashid and sons were overjoyed to learn of the decision and offered them the servant’s quarters. Although her husband realized it likely meant easier access to Afti’s body for the others, it was preferable to the crowded family residence. On learning of this the fat wife left to return to her parents. Her absence was not felt.

Now queen of the household, she felt like she had a male harem and the sex drives of her later pregnancy were easily satisfied. Her husband acknowledged to Rashid that she had become greatly in need of coupling and the other man wished that his wife had been similarly afflicted. She was rarely spoken of.

A beautiful brown baby boy was delivered and all her men did what they could to assist her. The householder arranged with the birthing clinic to have an IUD inserted as soon as possible. It went without saying that Afti was an indispensable part of the household in many ways.

Hana was delighted with the baby and had accepted his wife’s position, both as head of household and the various coupling ones she took with the other males. He was able to focus on finishing his studies and looked forward to entering the workforce with some well-paying skills.