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John truly didn’t want to openly admit his feelings, so he instantly blurted out the first thing that came to mind, something that was at least close to the truth. "Well, it's because I feel like I am cheating." A suffocating silence filled the car as the words hung in the air between them, raw and ****.

Melissa looked at him like he was an alien. Then she broke out in laughter that seemed to pierce right through him, filling the car so thickly that John wondered if it could ever break or fade away. "I don't mean to laugh," she said between bursts, her eyes wet with amusement. "But you really are either one of the most amazing guys ever or completely stupid if YOU REALLY THINK YOU'RE THE ONE CHEATING?!? Trust me when I say this," she said with a kind of certainty that made John blush even harder. "Out of the four of us, you are the ONLY ONE THAT HAS NOTHING TO APPOLOGIZES FOR." She watched him, deeply searched his eyes, to see if it was sinking in. "Take me for example," she continued. "I had sex with William three times this week. Yes, I made him wear a condom to make sure the gift is yours, but that doesn't change the fact that I did it while pretending to be your wife on the weekend."

John was stunned. He was silent, completely silent, as Melissa took out her phone and started texting someone. It could have been anyone in the world to John, because the shock of her words was still too much for him to figure it out, to think clearly. Like a sudden jolt, she started speaking again. "John." Her voice pulled him back from the sea of his thoughts. "Take me home."

John: "What... That where Jenn is? I thought we were avoiding that!"

Melissa: "Not that home." She leans in, steals a kiss from John while he is still shocked by his response. Then she places his hand on the steering wheel. "The home you built for her."

The ride back home was oddly silent for John, a stark contrast to the chaos and noise churning in his mind, as Melissa spent the whole four-hour trip texting people on her phone. When they got to John's and Jennifer's house, Melissa walked in first, proudly and confidently, as if she owned the place, before turning back to John. "When you met my daughter at a strip club, what was your first thought?" She asked with a sly edge in her voice. "That she was smart? Or did you want to fuck her?" There was a teasing and daring look in her eyes. "That part of your body, the essence of manhood, in you wanted to claim her and put that big cock inside of her, right?"

Melissa showed John a video of her phone from within the strip club that shows Jennifer giving John a lapdance, footage she obtained from Steve to remember their first moments.

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In that video are also scenes where she takes other men to the private room, and it shows her fucking them.

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"More than that, John, I think you were excited that all of your friends jerked off to your girlfriend…your future bride, but that she came home with you. You liked that she flirted, didn't you? You liked that Jennifer would go topless around the pool when your friends were there or men you didn't know, didn't you?"

John watched the video intensely, nodding yes but not breaking his gaze. Melissa put her hand on his cock, and she felt it was hard…and John felt shame in that moment for watching his beautiful wife fuck other men and for being excited watching it.

Melissa unzipped him and pulled his cock out, and gave him a slow handjob as they continued watching; now Melissa put in a new video. This one was from one of Steve's parties before the one when he caught Jennifer with Steve. He could tell from her wearing an older bikini, one she hadn't worn in a long time. Jenn would buy new clothing and discard the old; she didn't wear anything for very long.

At this party, a disc edited by Steve to show off what he did with Jennifer, John saw that he and other guys from the club and some boyfriends of dancers were watching a massive TV, and he recognized the Super Bowl. It was from when he had just proposed to Jennifer; they were a relatively new couple.

It didn't take long for the video to get to business, as John saw on video that he sat down to watch, and Jennifer got him a beer and some food, then said she was going to hang out, maybe hit the hot tub, giving him a sweet kiss before walking away. With Steve around the corner.

This was from one of Steve’s infamous parties, notorious in its legend and reality, before the one where he caught Jennifer with Steve. He could tell from what she was wearing—the older bikini—or, more accurately, could tell from what she wasn’t wearing, as she had since moved on to buying newer, less conservative clothing, discarding the old, a habit she maintained at a zealous pace. His eyes never left the screen. The shame he felt was buried deep beneath how hard he was getting when he saw his barely-in-that-bikini wife.

He knew this was from the Super Bowl party, from the night he proposed to Jennifer, because he saw himself on the screen, sitting with her, watching the game. When Jenn and Steve got up and went down the hall, John also saw himself watch the game, and heard him shout at her that he will be there soon.

"Let's hit the hot tub," Jenn said, pulling Steve away from the group with a naughty grin on her face and a knowing confidence in her step, and not a doubt in anyone's mind. The camera followed them both, making sure to catch exactly what Steve had set it up to: there was no missing how he and Jennifer couldn't keep their hands off each other. It was already on her ass, even before they got past the pool, and she let him. She did more than let him, she pushed against him, loving it.

Jenn and Steve removed their clothing, which they barely wore anyway, and the footage was clear as the smirk on Steve’s face that they barely took off their clothes. It was a great show, and as they sat in the hot tub, the rest of the people left, knowing exactly what the script was and their role in it. Steve's standing orders were that when he wanted to use it, and more importantly, who he wanted to use it with, then everyone else was to clear the fuck out. And be somewhere else.

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As he got a handjob from his wife's mother, John never looked away. He watched as his wife and her boss sat alone in the steaming water, groping each other, her on his lap and his hands everywhere. They started to make out, skipping past any light kissing, going heavy from the word go, like the video was already ten minutes in when it had just started.

The haze of the hot tub made the camera work buzzy and dream-like; there was no buzzing left in John. He was fully hard, fully alive. He got even harder as they groped and fondled, as Steve laid Jennifer on her back, the way he had, but this time mostly out of the hot tub, and the way he wished he had, because she totally gave it up while Steve ate her out. He moved from John’s slow handjob to her back, and like the video was wired to it, lay her down feverishly, and vigorously, letting the camera linger to record every drop.

Behind Jennifer were wall-sized windows to the living room. She could see through to the big TV and the sofa John sat on; she could probably see John as she laid on her back and as another man ate her pussy. She could definitely see the game, which meant it was probably the Green Bay Packers that got her so turned on, he thought bitterly.

Then the video showed Steve pushing his huge cock into her, focusing on his cock to show he wasn't wearing a condom. Steve wasted no time; he was balls deep in the beautiful young woman almost immediately, and the water splashed in waves as he fucked her quite hard. And Jennifer wasted no time either; when she knew it was all her, she bounced big off of Steve, knowing the world saw as much as she did, and the camera loved her for it.

The video then changed to one of the feeds from the living room, showing John and others on the sofa enjoying the football game, and over their shoulders, the video showed Steve pounding Jennifer, turning her over to fuck her doggy style.

"She is beautiful, isn't she, John?" Melissa's voice was triumphant as the video played. "Your wife, she is an amazing creature; she was born to do that, to use her body to please others."

John was dumbfounded, in shock at seeing the reality of Jenn's life. He hadn't known, not really. The video soon showed Steve slow his pace and bury himself deep in John's wife, his large muscles flexing as he obviously came inside of Jenn. Scenes of her fucking other men followed. It looked like they shot the same scene at least ten times, inserting hard cuts of Steve's cock as he inserted his cock, making it clear that he wasn't wearing a condom, and making it clear that he had done it many times. The hot tub footage ended with Jenn lying on her back, and it cut to other scenes and other men, letting John know they all had her just like that.

"Steven is an uncomplicated man," Melissa said as the handjob continued and the footage rolled. It went from Steve's house, to Steve's office, to Steve's car, and it didn't seem to matter the location in the videos, or the distance from it in reality, as Jenn was shown and shown often, doing what she did, and doing it with a lot of men, all with a camera rolling. "He thinks it is about winning, and he doesn't understand that his muscles and his money can't buy what actually wins in life. He can't buy a woman, and John…he pays Jennifer, and that is why she fucks him, but he can't buy love. He can only buy sex; they aren't the same thing." John didn't look like he believed it anytime in the past, but now it was like it was finally sinking in. "They are not even close to the same, and I know that from experience."

"That is more of the same; if you want to watch it, you can. I have a lot of them to watch," Melissa said, pulling the DVD out and putting in another. "They fuck most of the night, taking a break for the halftime show when Jennifer sits with you for a few minutes, sitting there with her boss's cum inside of her, heading to her womb and her stomach. Then they fuck again…and Jennifer goes home with you. Know what Steve does? He jerks off to videos of Jennifer, the thing he wants but cannot truly have." The video continued to show, and John continued to watch intensely.

Videos also showed Jennifer at the club, as John got a blowjob from his wife's mother. Melissa narrated as Jennifer was shown giving lap dances, blowjobs, and having sex for money. "For Jenn, all of this is transactional; she loves you…but for her, what she does is normal. As normal to her as drinking coffee is to you in the morning." Keeping up the slow pace with John's cock, she continued, "My daughter's first fuck was with her dad; her first lesbian experience was with me. Her first threesome, group sex, orgies, all of it happened before you met her." This video was endless, and so was Melissa's handjob for John. It was a long stroke, and a lasting one.

"She was naked at our house, and so was I; it was how we lived. When men paid to fuck Jennifer, me and her father were there to take the money. When men paid to fuck me, Jennifer was there." Ensuring the new DVD was playing properly, she went on. "The strip club was a natural progression for her; it felt like home. Nothing she did would have ever felt wrong, none of it. Me and her father…and her life, to that point, had taught her differently." John could tell from what he was seeing that it was true.

"Taught her what exactly?" John asked, feeling like something was left out. It seemed too rehearsed, too off the cuff, like she wanted him to ask that question.

"She is a slut, John, and an actual paid whore, and has been since before you met her. She has known nothing but sexual freedom in her life and nothing but the life of a whore as an adult." John tensed up as he watched his wife fucking yet another man in the club, this time Steve up in the office. Melissa watched a large amount of cum leave his cock, then she cleaned him up with her mouth. Licking all she missed, swallowing all of it, and then sucking his cock as it softened.

"What am I supposed to think about this, Melissa?" He asks, gasping for breath after a powerful orgasm. "How can me and Jennifer go on? How do we have a future…we are both so broken." Watching it all unfold, listening to Melissa reveal even more than he already knew, and admitting to himself—for the first time—that he was almost as excited that he didn't know, John was thoroughly spent.

Melissa smiles and lays her head on his lap. She turned her face to rest it on his cock, her lips still glistening with cum and her smile glistening even more. He saw it drip out of her mouth, felt it on himself, and he didn't care. "You already knew she was a stripper when you met her, John," she said, her voice thick like honey, and her words thick like the cum she had in her mouth. "You remember that; you remember seeing her make out with other women, sucking on their tits, seeing her flirt, seeing her kiss customers, seeing men—oh, including Steve—seeing their hands on her ass, on her tits. It was your first real date with her when Steve's hands were there in public." It left him speechless, the way Melissa had planned, and left him knowing it was all true.

He was stunned, and he just nodded yes; he didn't feel like talking.

"John, Jennifer told me about your first date at the coffee shop," she continued as though she didn't care if he heard any of it, as though she already knew he did. "She sucked your cock and swallowed your cum where everyone could see. You know that is not normal, you met a stripper you wanted to fuck, and she put your dick in her mouth and swallowed before you even kissed her. John, you knew a lot about Jennifer just from that alone." Each word taped into an open wound for him, and Melissa loved it.

She smiled at John the way she smiled at the videos of Jennifer. She spoke softly to him, "You knew she was a whore, I think. I think you knew she was having sex the whole time, you knew but you didn't want to accept it, you knew, but you didn't really want to let yourself know, I think."

John was almost as dumbstruck now as he was when he first saw the videos. He couldn't understand how he had stayed with Jennifer if he knew, but it made a sick kind of sense. He looked almost catatonic when Melissa finally spoke again. After a long pause, it was a loving whisper that brought him back: "She learned it from her father and me, John."

She knew she had him, maybe more than Jennifer ever did, and Melissa filled the silence. Filling it the way she filled her mouth with John's cum. Melissa told John what she suspected his wife never had. She told him all of it: "I met my husband when I was very young, and he was a free spirit, that why we feel in love." As she talked, her head stayed on his lap, not moving as she played the next scenes for John. "We met in high school, he was a few years older, and I was not much older than Jennifer was when I taught her how to suck cock."

She wanted to see if he would ask, like she wanted him to before. John said nothing, but Melissa knew he wanted to know how he and her husband were the same. It gave her the chance to reveal it just the way she wanted to. Revealing it just like she had revealed Jennifer's life to him. "We hit it off and had Jenn when I was eighteen or so, and when he was in his twenties." she said, "But from the moment we knew Jenn was his we lived as swingers."

Now she watched John's harden as she did. She could see it was just as she planned. It was a revelation for Jennifer's husband, but not for Melissa. "I'll always remember the first time he walked in on me with another man," she told John, filling his head with more than his wife's pussy had ever been filled with. "

She said it all with a matter-of-fact calm, like she was reading a list of things to remember at the grocery store. The list was long, and John had only seen the start of it. "Then he saw a man cum inside of me without a condom, and we had a reckoning. He came to understand that I was an unapologetic slut, a paid whore. I was already turning tricks when I met him, and I helped pay the bills at home just like Jennifer pays them now, on a pole and on my back, and with her mouth and her pussy."

John's eyes were wide as Melissa went on with the lesson and the revelation, and then she hit him with this: "I have video of me fucking other men, John, a lot of them. Videos of me and Jennifer fucking strangers when my husband and you didn't know. This is our life," she said. "Jennifer is a whore, John, and so am I…" It was exactly what she wanted, exactly what she thought, and the next scenes were exactly what she planned to show him.

The next moments changed John's life.

"And that is ok, John," she said softly. "You wanted to fuck Jennifer the night you met her, and you came in her mouth on your first date. You knew she was a slut, and you liked it. She does all that she does in the club, leaving men wanting, leaving other men satisfied, and all of them know she goes home to someone else…to you."

"You get hard in the club watching her. You got hard just now watching her fuck. You are just a better man than most."

That didn't make any fucking sense to John, and Melissa could tell.

"Steve is a dog, John, and Jennifer knows it; when she gets old, or when he gets bored, he will move on, but he has sex with a dozen women every week, every single week."

"He doesn't have it in him to be true; in truth, neither does my husband. He has fucked more women than Steve ever will and hopes he will die in bed with four eighteen-year-old women in bed with him."

"You are different, John," Melissa continued. "You didn't ask her to bring another stripper home; Jenn asked for that. You never called your beautiful coworker until Jennifer asked you to, did you?"

"You aren't the type, and you are more noble than we are, more upright. And John, sluts like me and Jenn need someone at home to keep us grounded, to keep us safe, to protect us from our basest instincts."

Melissa continues, "Those base instincts command us most of the time; it is most natural to me to get bored when out shopping and fuck a stranger. I still advertise online and pick customers to fuck for money as well; it takes all we have to stay with one man every night…it has to be a special man."

"We have two weeks; let me show you. Let me show you how Jennifer lives and let you take part in it; let you judge if it is a life you want to be an active part in."

John hesitates, unsure.

"This is what your wife wants, John, what she has wanted from day one with you. To have no secrets, for you to know and see what she does, and to make it available to you. You could join in and fuck more women than Steve could ever hope to, or know what Jennifer does away from you and remain true. That choice is yours."

"But John, right now, you are still upright and pure," Melissa continues. "Diving into this life, as me and Jennifer already have, it takes that from you."

"Jennifer is a whore. But she isn't stupid! She knows Steve will never love her; he wants to fuck her because she is young and beautiful and because he is madly jealous of you. Her customers and other lovers just want to fuck her body, and she enjoys it, but they would rather **** her than actually have dinner with her. They would rather she drank their piss than hold her in bed. There are men who want to put a baby in her not to have a family with her but to leave her with something they never intend to share with her."

"My daughter knows this and still does what she does; it is the life we lead; she and I don't know better," Mellisa continues. "That is who we are. Who Jennifer is and who I am. And I married my husband, who just wants to fuck all day, and Jennifer was with Steve before you; another sex mad would be an alpha male."

"Without you, Jennifer would be lost, I would be lost…neither of us deserve you. But I hope we both can keep you."

Melissa then offered to show John over the next two weeks what life was like to see if it was something he could deal with.