Jennifer and John go farther down the rabbit hole.

Jennifer and Pete spent the night having sex, going at it like high school seniors fucking for the first time.

The longer that it went, the dirtier it got, and both of them enjoyed it. They were verbally rough with each other, there were insults and challenges, Jennifer returned the favor from earlier and spit in Pete’s mouth and he seemed to enjoy it just as she had, swallowing with a smile.

Later as Peter was fucking Jennifer, he taunted her a bit, “you like being a cheating whore don’t you Jennifer?” He said, staring in her eyes and fucking her hard, “you like fucking around on your husband don’t you?”

Jennifer smiled and nodded yes, Pete knew, they both knew. This was how it was meant to be for Jennifer, with her upbringing other people’s idea of normal just didn’t work for her.

They continued this into the early hours of the morning, before finally falling asleep in Peter’s bed.

John and Claudia had enjoyed a different night, having romantic sex and falling asleep in Claudia’s bed.

They woke up early, and headed to John’s apartment with a change of clothing for Claudia. Her family was due to be home at any time, and they needed space. They also needed time to figure out what was going on, after a short discussion, they both called in to work. They wanted to have all day long, and now they would.

John knew Jennifer was at Pete’s place, and that she wouldn’t be up early. He also knew his wife was starting her work week again.

He hoped to see her before she went to work, John knew he had been staying up too late to be able to stay up for when she got home, he had to get back to work himself.

John had breakfast with Claudia in his apartment, and they hung out and talked.

Claudia found out that Jennifer was working and excused herself to make a phone call, and called her cousin Marcos. She knew he liked to go to strip clubs, and asked to meet him later for lunch.

Claudia and John enjoyed an late morning without sex, and then she went on their way. She needed to meet her cousin, and John wanted to be alone when Jennifer got home.

Except Jennifer didn’t come home, she and Peter had stayed up so late drinking and fucking that she slept until she was actually in danger of being late for work.

She looked at her phone and saw how late it was, and saw a call and some texts from Steve. She had been called in early, and she knew why. It was her day to fuck her boss, but she had missed it. Steve would be pissed, she had missed last week as well, and he didn’t take disappointment well.

She hoped out of bed, feeling terrible for having a bit of a hangover and not looking forward to dealing with work, with Steve being in a bad mood. There was no telling what he would want her to do to make up for it. With his deviant mind for sex there was literally no way to know what he would want.

Jennifer took a shower in Pete’s bathroom as he slept, she could worry about Steve later.

His bathroom wasn’t to her liking, the soap, shampoo, everything about it was guy stuff. He even had a Star Wars towel hanging up, what adult did that? If she was going to be around more often, this would have to change.

She found that he had a new toothbrush in a drawer, thank god, so at least she got to take care that properly, even if her floss and rinse were not available.

Jennifer then showered and finished cleaned up and put on her skirt from the day before and one of Pete’s shirts that looked stylish on her, and Peter was barely stirring as she left.

She gave him a kiss on the lips, a tender one, and let Pete know she was headed to work. He patted her ass as she kissed him, “maybe I will swing by your work later, would that be ok Jenn?”

Jennifer smiled, “sure Pete, just don’t get jealous, ok? That would cause problems for me, it is why significant others are not allowed in general.” She leaned in and gave him a hug, “I have to get friendly to make a living, just be ready for that if you show up.”

Peter smiled, “you got it Jennifer.”

Peter laid back and relaxed, life was good, and getting better all the time. He realized he hadn’t called in to work, that might cause some problems, but he would just have to deal with whatever happened.

Jennifer got to work in a rush, knowing her boss would be pissed and headed straight to the dressing room. She kept plenty of clothing in her locker to work a shift. The dancers would take their clothing home and get them cleaned, but in the business they would have quite a variety of sexy and easy to remove clothing with matching undergarments. Strippers tended to have full closets.

Jennifer got through her first stage set and made a little money on the floor before Steve caught up to her. She saw another dancer, a beautiful young black dancer, walk out of Steve’s office to take the ‘walk of shame’ he liked to put them through.

The young woman was beautiful, but as she hurried by Jennifer recognized what Steve enjoyed doing, the young dancer had cum on her face and in her hair. There was a lot of cum in her hair.

Her stage name was Zandya, and she had beautiful ethnic hair. She kept a beautiful and long head of hair, and kept it done in braids, straightened, long and flowing, and often in a beautifully shaped sort of full afro. But it always looked good, and she was a rare dancer who didn’t use wigs, but Jennifer didn’t see how Zandya would get by without one today.

Today her hair was more natural, and it had cum in it quite deeply. And there was no quick way to clean that up.

She had a lot of cum on her face and in her hair, a lot. Either Steve had given her more than one cum facial, or he wasn’t alone in his office. Or both.

Jennifer then saw Steve, he was making eye contact and he looked to be in a terrible mood. He was filthy rich, and had beautiful women all the time, but he hated being stood up, and he hated for anyone to tell him no.

He motioned for her to come to his office, and Jennifer knew what it meant, her weekly fuck would be now, during the time she would normally be earning her living, and she knew that she would leave his office and take the walk of shame herself soon.

When she got into Steve’s office she saw he wasn’t alone, he had two of his friends in there with him, some frat bro losers that hung out at his parties quite often. Both were black men, both fairly dark skin, and both were packing very normally sized cocks.

They played into Steve’s cuckold fantasy, he loved the idea that he was hurting her husband John with all of this. Steve also like hanging out with men with smaller cocks than he had, another power move in his mind.

Jennifer had fucked both of them in the past, but it had only been once and it had been a while. And she knew what happened, the three of them had all came on Zandya’s face and hair, and she knew they would do it to her as well.

Fuck. She knew Pete was coming, she was a little over an hour into her shift, she hoped Pete wasn’t in the club when she left Steve’s office. They seemed like they had a good thing going, she didn’t want him to see her like that.

But it didn’t work out that way. Jennifer started to dance for Steve and he stopped her, “not in here, not today. Tonight we do it out there Jenn,” Steve said with an evil smile on her face.

“Excuse me?” Jennifer replied, her eyes wide, “in the VIP lounge, isn’t that a little public Steve?”

He smiled and shook his head no, “not in the VIP room, and not in a private booth, right out there on stage Jennifer,” he said coldly. “You stood me up two weeks in a row, I have to make an example of you, or the other dancers might think they can as well.”

“Out in the open?” Jennifer asked, swallowing hard. This was a bad idea, cops were in the club all the time, her husband showed up sometimes, and she knew Peter was coming tonight.

And the cops, public sex was illegal. Not frowned on, not legal but regulated, it crossed a line. Two dancer shows happened, and a lot of sex happened on stage, but it was intentionally artistic, they never went pornographic with it. Two women could pull off sex and somehow not cross that line, with dicks there was no hiding it.

She knew Steve, she could see the looks on these two guys faces, they meant to all fuck her up on the stage. There was no hiding penetration with a man and woman on stage, anyone there would know what was happening.

This risked her marriage, what she had going with Peter, and her criminal record. She could get hit with a number of charges.

Jennifer also knew that the courts where they lived tended to go after the women, the providers of sexual services, rather than the men, the consumers.

She started to talk back but Steve stopped her, “we are going to have the bouncers keep an eye out and let us know when the cops aren’t here, then you will put on a show. You, Jake and Rob here.” He said, “but you get a warmup first, you get a mouthful of cum from each of us first, but I will let you know when it is time for your show.”

“Steve, no,” Jennifer replied, and she saw Steve’s anger just about as quickly as ever when someone said no. “I’m not fucking your friends on stage while the club is open, anyone could be out there, I have friends in this town, so does John.”

“You should have thought of that Jennifer,” Steve replied. “This is the price you pay, we are going to have the stage well lit, and you aren’t wearing a wig for this one. If someone knows you, that is your problem tonight.”

He took her wrist and pulled Jennifer over to his desk, and pulled her clothing off, laying her on his desk with her head a bit off the side, “who’s first boys? Jenn doesn’t have a gag reflex, you get to watch her throat stretch.”

One of them approached and lowered his pants, “I would have thought Zandya would have suppressed that by now.” He said coldly, “the white bitch is the one who can swallow cock? Fucking lame Steve.”

Steve smiled, “Zandya is dating a skinny little fucking white guy, she will learn. Keep coming on Fridays, I will keep letting you push your cock down her throat till she gets it right.”

Jennifer opened her mouth and a long and thin black cock pushed into it, and Steve had her phone out, recording her as he usually did.

Steve had a few big screen 4K TVs in his office, 75” or so, and he had them linked to his media server at home. So he brought up a highlight video he had made of Jennifer, from the many videos he had on his private Pornhub account. He ran it on a loop as the first man started fucking her throat.

In the past this sort of thing had always been fun for Jennifer, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the public sex show they had planned, that was fucked up.

She was less interested in the man grunting and fucking her throat than she was the prospect of being in jail, and explaining it to John. He wasn’t that big, it didn’t distress her at all to have his cock in her throat, that part kind of bored Jennifer.

Jennifer pushed away when she needed to breathe, and then enjoyed the break when one of the men moved her to the floor to fuck her tits. That involved less work for her than sucking cock, and a lot more oxygen.

She was with Steve and his two asshole friends for forty minutes or so before the first guy came. They had taken turns, giving themselves lots of time to recover.

He was fucking her tits, then pulled his cock up, and came on her face.

The other two men, Steve and his other friend moved in and jerked off and followed suite a few minutes later, leaving her face covered in cum. Well it wasn’t really covered, after being with Zandya they didn’t produce so much semen. But it was from three men, so it wasn’t just a small amount of cum.

At this point Jennifer didn’t even care that she had just sucked three different cocks at the same time, or that she had cum all over her face. The walk of shame, redoing her makeup, losing an hour of work, she was thinking about the planned public sex show.

As usual, Steve handed Jennifer her clothing and opened the door to his office, he liked for his women to walk in public wearing his cum, but not today for Jennifer.

She grabbed some tissues and wiped much of the cum off of her face, Steve protested, but she shot him and icy glare. “I know people here Steve, I’m not fucking doing your walk of shame anymore…never again.”

As she walked by Steve took her by the arm, and standing a foot taller than her and twice her weight she wasn’t able to get past him. “Who do you think you are Jennifer? I like you, but don’t get this twisted, you do what I tell you to do.”

She stared in his eyes, with an angry look, “you don’t own me Steve, I am with you when it is fun for me, and this isn’t very fucking fun…”

Steve let her go get ready, it seemed like it was time to move things along, Jennifer was getting a little too comfortable with how things were between them.

A bit earlier in the day across town Claudia met with her cousin after finally getting away from John. Her new lover was intoxicating, she could never really have enough of him, and while they enjoyed the morning, they had sex again at lunchtime in his bed, and for Claudia it was as good as ever. She met with her cousin feeling like she was wrapped in a warm blanket of sorts, enjoying a post orgasm sensation. She smiled and imagined John’s sperm headed toward her womb, thinking of the possibilities.

She wasn’t on birth control and didn’t like condoms, a part of her Catholic upbringing. In all of the crazy sex she had enjoyed lately, John had inseminated her several times, and pregnancy was possible. She thought about a morning after pill, and maybe getting on birth control, but decided instead that she would take life as it came.

If she got pregnant with John’s child, so be it.

Claudia met Marcos, and she didn’t waste any time. Marcos was a pervert, younger than her, still a senior in high school, but she knew he was trying to be something of a ladies man.

She knew he had a thing for secretly recording women, and that he had a fake ID. She also knew that what she wanted would be right up his ally.

After some pleasantries, Claudia got right to it, a good friend’s wife was a stripper, and she thought she was a whore.

“Marcos, I need you to go to her club, and record her, record her having sex for money,” Claudia said quietly. “I am sure she does it, but her husband doesn’t believe me, I need proof.”

Claudia showed Marcos a picture on her phone of Jennifer and he was impressed, “she’s hot..why her, cousin? Why does she matter? I mean there is a risk here, recording strippers, that gets you hurt if a bouncer catches you.”

“It matters Marcos,” Claudia replied intently, looking him in the eyes. “I don’t want her husband to get hurt.”

Marcos laughed, “well what the fuck do you think is going to happen if you show him video of his wife fucking around on him?”

Claudia replied quickly, “well better to know, better than finding out later when she leaves him, or has some disease!” Claudia was upset, Marcos could tell this meant a lot to her.

“I can pay you Marcos,” she continued. “I will give you money for tonight, and I will pay you on top of that.”

Marcos smiled, his cousin Claudia was beautiful, like the sort of beauty that was truly rare. And unlike most women who looked like she did, she wasn’t a whore. He had jerked it to Claudia many times, he wanted her body.

“I will do it, I will risk a beating from the bouncers for you,” he replied, drawing a brief smile from Claudia. “But I don’t want money, I want you.”

Claudia scoffed, “excuse me Marcos? How about just taking the money and a free trip to the strip club?”

He smiled, “don’t act like you don’t know what I mean. I want to fuck you, once. I want to enjoy your body fully Claudia. You want me to do this? That is the cost.”

“We are related,” Claudia replied quietly, looking around to make sure nobody heard her. “I am not having sex with you Marcos.”

Her cousin smiled deviously, “then I guess you can find someone else to secretly film inside of a strip club, where the staff are looking out for that specific behavior,” he replied. “Even PI’s don’t fuck around in strip clubs, I might be able to, but only because they know me there.”

“How do they know you?” Claudia asked, surprised that her cousin had been inside enough to be known there, he had not been eighteen for very long.

Marcos smiled, “I have a good fake ID, and I throw around enough cash for the bouncers to be friendly to me,” he said confidently. “I have been in the VIP room.”

The moment settled as they were both silent, Marcos could see that Claudia had already accepted his offer, she just couldn’t bring herself to say the words.

“Only if it works cousin,” he said causally, gently taking her hand. “I want to get to third base with you for trying it, today, before I go in.”

“Third base Marcos? Fuck you man,” Claudia replied. “I am not giving you a handjob.”

Marcos laughed, “third base isn’t a handjob Claudia. Third base is a blowjob, a lot of people count anal sex as third base.”

“I’m not going to fuck you in the ass today, but if you want this, you are going to suck my dick cousin.”

Claudia frowned, she was this close to being with John. Sometimes it was worth a sacrifice or two, “fine, let’s go do it.”

They went to Marcos’s house, as his parents and his brothers were gone to work, and Marcos didn’t waste any time at all.

Moments after they walked in the house, Marcos had his hands on Claudia in a familiar way, holding her big ass as she walked to his bedroom.

He started undressing her and she complained, but he didn’t stop. “This is how it works, I get to see your body as you do it.”

She said no to taking off her panties and stood her ground, but she was otherwise naked, her cousin on the other hand was fully naked with his cock out.

He tried to kiss her but Claudia wouldn’t kiss him. Undeterred, he sucked her big tits and put his cock between them and fucked them. He loved watching his cock disappear between her huge tits, it represented the highest point he had ever had sexually.

Finally, she was ready to have it over with. She laid between his legs and took his cock in her mouth and started sucking and jerking it, as she did for John. She closed her eyes and pretended it was John’s cock in her mouth, and hoped it would be worth it to help him to be free of his cheating wife.

It didn’t take long, and Claudia felt Marcos tense up, and felt his cum in her mouth. It was hot and salty, it wasn’t nearly as pleasant to taste as John’s was.

She swallowed his cum and put her clothing back on without a word, not even looking at Marcos as she left the room. She stopped on the way out briefly, “let me know what you get Marcos.”

“Will do Claudia, I think I will get what you need, she doesn’t know me, but I know this dancer,” he replied.

Claudia got in her car and drove home. She was supposed to have dinner with John in a few hours, she needed to clean up.

A lot, she needed to clean up a lot.