It could always get worse.

Jennifer was like a porn star, of all the women he had ever dated, some who cheated on him, she was by far the biggest whore. An actual literal whore who sucked cock for money, who fucked men for money.

And this was who she was going to be, she felt bad that he caught her, not that she was sucking another man's dick. That part seemed normal to her, you almost had to be mental to think that normal. She must be broken sexually, too far from normal to come back.

She had put a lot of thought into keeping up that life and shielding him from the truth of it and the consequences of it. How could he ever kiss her again, and not think of how many men had put cum in her mouth? How much cum she probably swallowed? How many times had her engagement ring had cum been on it?

"Your two stripper friends Jan and Milly, the lesbian couple, they were the lookout weren't they," John said, just looking for some closure now. "They were supposed to keep me distracted until Steve finished with you, weren't they?"

"Who are you talking about, I haven't ever asked anyone to distract you, Steve just says there are enough naked tits around that you wouldn't notice me being gone, and until today he was right," she replied. "He has fucked me at every single one of these you have been to, and I have always made it back to you with your eyes on another woman's tits."

Jennifer sneered a bit as she said this, not seeing her hypocrisy at that moment.

"They offered to suck my dick to keep me in the hot tub Jennifer, and when I came downstairs one of them was running up to check on you two. That is exactly what they were doing," John retorted. "And me looking at topless women is not the same as you having a fucking cock in your mouth!"

"Did they suck your dick, John? Did one or both of them get your dick in their mouth?" She asked him defensively.

John took a breath, "Just for a moment, I was trying to leave, and they did it to stop me. I pulled away as they were on me. It wasn't what I wanted."

Jennifer softened her tone, knowing her mistake. "I didn't mean for this to happen, I meant to stop things with Steve when we got together, then I meant to end things with him when you proposed." She replied softly, and genuinely.

"I was for sure going to stop when we got married, I just kept finding reasons not to," Jennifer continued. "I don't know why I didn't just stop."

"Did anything happen after our wedding?" John asked, knowing Steve to be a gigantic pervert who wanted to cuckold other men. "Did anything happen in the little white dress we bought in Vegas for it?"

Jennifer looked towards their room, that dress sat in dry cleaning packaging, but she didn't just have it cleaned when they got back. The hard truth, fuck all of these hard truths.

"He made me put on the dress after we got back John," Jennifer replied. "Just one time, but he demanded it. I tried to say no, and he told me he would fire me, and show you all that I did with him. He fucked me in the dress, never taking it off, and he came all over it. I had to have it dry cleaned twice."

John felt like he was going insane. "Show me, has he recorded the two of you fucking?"

"He has, a lot of times, on his phone, or with a camera that he keeps in his office at work," She replied, wishing there was anything else she could say that was true. "He has recordings of me with other men as well, he keeps a lot of those recordings on his server at his house, he plays them on his big screen in the living room among more select company."

"Jesus Christ Jennifer," what else was there to bother with? He decided to ask a few more questions, how much more could it hurt. This would help with closure.