John enjoys his night and wakes up in a haze.

John was pulled by his lover into a more private room, where the beautiful black stripper he had been fucking a few times a week for years really went at it with him. First she gave him a little blue pill and some champagne, then followed that up with her amazing body, chiseled to perfection in the gym.

She fucked him from the soul, giving John one of the best experiences of his life. And when she was done with the first round, another beautiful black stripper, this one not as lean and more curvaceous joined them. Them John had a wile threesome with the two women.

They kept drinking and kept fucking for a while. And when the drinking and fucking wasn’t enough, another stripper brought some **** for all of them to enjoy, a derivative of cocaine synthesized in their country. It was a lot safer and a lot less habit forming, but wasn’t cheaper, making it something the rich and famous enjoyed but few else. And his boss was certainly quite rich.

Eventually John made it to a nearby hotel room, a staffer for the firm made sure he got there and provided a change of clothing for work the next morning. John was drunk and high, and was exhausted physically from what had been quite a lot of sex.

John woke up with a hangover, with a serious headache and an upset stomach. His muscles ached, he felt as if he had pulled his hamstrings and tweaked his back. Even his dick felt sore.

He had overslept, and his phone hadn’t been charged, it was quite dead, and he had not brought a charger. John had a new phone, it didn’t usually go dead like this, he was surprised.

He took a shower and cleaned up, and got some coffee on the way into work, the phone would have to wait.

He looked at his left hand and saw his wedding ring, only now remembering he was married. Fuck, he thought he remembered seeing his wife Jane at the club, had she caught him? An image of Jane getting fucked was in his head, had he caught her? He resolved to try and drink less and to lay off the **** in the future.

John made it into the office to a shared space he used, as he didn’t rank highly enough to have his own office, so he was in an open part of the firm with a group of desks.

John sat at his and looked at the picture of his wife in her wedding dress, as always looking beautiful, but even just being a picture he could sense it was judging him. He thought to himself that she could never understand. She didn’t work, she had never even had a job. How could Jane understand what men did to get ahead?

He plugged his phone in and started checking his work emails, seeing he had some briefs to look over and some case research had been requested. It was a full day’s workload, but he could get it done, he figured in ten or twelve hours. People in his profession didn’t work eight hour days, and didn’t get paid like they worked eight hour days.

When his phone finally came up, he saw he had missed no calls or texts from his wife, which was odd.

It was very strange for him not to hear from his wife when he didn’t make it home. Jane usually texted and called. She had a lot of time on her hands, so she would over-communicate in John’s opinion.

His black lover from the night before had texted him to tell him how great her night had been, sending him a selfie of herself. She of course looked beautiful, she was at minimum topless and looked like she had taken the picture somewhere in the club.

“We made some home movies with you Johnny- enjoy xoxoxo! - luv Jax!”

John smiled and rotated his chair a bit, turning his back to a nearby wall and looked at the videos on his phone and found a lot, that was why his phone was dead. Someone has shot like two and a half hours of video on his phone.

He started at the oldest video and skimmed it, and saw his ebony lover Jax in a lesbian 69 with another black woman, a thicker but very beautiful stripper he knew named Sapphire. He had fucked both of them before, but he knew Sapphire far less than he did Jax.

This video was shot with someone else holding the phone, panning across and showing John doing a line of **** while watching the two women fuck, and while a third woman sucked his cock.

John smiled, life was good. The next video was him, Jax and Sapphire in a threesome, and he sped through it to a cumshot at the end, where he pulled out of Jax and both women knelt before him, but his cumshot was quite small. And soon he figured out why.

Also why he was so tired, and why his muscles hurt.

He had video after video, and not just with Jax and Sapphire. Other dancers he knew, some he didn’t so well, and a beautiful woman who tended bar, he had fucked them all. There had even been a random but very beautiful woman from the dance floor at the club, she had to be based on how she was dressed.

Ignoring his work, he got to one of the earlier videos, and he saw Jax walk past a mirror recording as she walked, not surprising as John hooked up with her most nights and she usually held onto his phone, recording a lot of their sexual encounters.

The video rolled and John sipped more coffee as he enjoyed it, getting an erection and wondering if he needed to finish watching these in the bathroom where he could jerk off and release some tension, which in their country was quite normal.

In their country of Thiopierrera sex was far more normalized than in many of the more old fashioned western countries. It was the product of a progressive swing of voters who had overturned what was normal and allowed, now much was allowed.

Public sex, **** use, prostitution, ****, few barriers still existed beyond your partner being of age to consent. Infidelity was not so big a deal as long as you were honest about it, but depriving your spouse of sex was a big deal. John didn’t worry, he was a lawyer, and Jane didn’t really pay attention to what he did, she wouldn’t know and wouldn’t find out.

He was sure.

He headed to a large bathroom stall with a Bluetooth enabled monitor in a very comfortable stall, and connected his phone to the monitor and continued to watch his videos, now with an ear bud in his ear, also connected to his phone. Now he could turn the sound up and really enjoy it.

John started jerking off as he watched Jax walk into a room he had been in but didn’t remember from the night before.

He was in the room with a tattooed stripper who used the stage name Excess. She wasn’t built like Jax or Sapphire, or even like his wife Jane, but she made up for it in how she fucked. She put everything into her time with lovers, and you never walked away from her unsatisfied.

John jerked off and watched himself fuck her doggy style, then gasped as the camera panned to the side and he saw Mr. Gamble fucking a stripper he didn’t know with blue hair and beautiful big tits. This woman had a body like he hadn’t seen before, it was perfection.

Muscles like Jax, but with bigger tits, and as they shook it looked like they had to be real. Her frame was small, she wasn’t very tall, but she had nice musculature. John watched them fuck as he got to orgasm, grabbing some tissue and cumming hard as he watched his boss fuck the beautiful woman.

John wanted a shot at her himself, and he was sure he would get one. Mr. Gamble owned the club. John didn’t just get to fuck any stripper or bartender he wanted, and all of them would fuck him whenever he even hinted at it. But more than that, every other woman in the club was on the menu as well.

John would sometimes see a married woman in the club with friends, and would tell the manager about her, and the manager would send drinks, then meet her, and so far every time the manager would seal a financial bargain.

The manager would then send the woman to fuck John. It was a perk of working for the firm, and a good one.

In a massive club, a cavernous three story location with the bottom floor a dance club, the center floor a strip club and the penthouse a space just for VIPs and firm staff to have sex. John could see a woman dancing with her boyfriend, fiancé or husband, and he could have her on her back with her cum inside of her twenty minutes later.

Such was the power of great wealth and their society, he could send a woman home with the man she loved, his cum on the way to her womb and the taste of his cum on her lips, with a video on his phone to remember it by.

The manager would pull a man’s wife away subtly, and a stripper would take her place on the dance floor, at the bar, wherever they were. The wife would be paid, and she would fuck John, and her husband would get to fuck a stripper. Fair was fair, that was how it worked. Maybe the husband didn’t know another man was inseminating his wife, but John knew when you were wealthy it wasn’t always fair for everyone involved.

All of it was very normal now in Thiopierrera, and John took full advantage. He enjoyed fucking other men’s wives, and even though they had condoms, he didn’t care if they got pregnant, he never used them.

John wanted another man’s wife to go home with his seed in her womb, often with the taste of his cum on her lips, or on her face.

He zoomed in on the woman in the video with his boss, trying to figure out if she was a stripper or an employee and saw a wrist band, she was a customer, that was the band women got when they came in. That bracelet meant she was talent, a woman that the members of the firm would want to fuck, it meant she didn’t have to pay for anything. And when she went home after free drinks and food with a few hundred dollars in cash, well she was likely to return, and the cycle continued.

He couldn’t make out any markings on her bracelet, but he was sure Mr. Gamble would let him view the security camera footage and find out when she entered. If she used her bracelet for a drink he could find her, someone had to know her. If she was a regular John knew Mr. Gamble would be able to provide her for him to fuck.

John was going to fuck this woman, he would send her home to some poor sap with his semen inside of her.

John saw a wedding ring, he was playing the video more slowly now. It was a nice ring, either it was fake or her husband had money. And he could now tell that the blue hair was a wig, but he wasn’t surprised, it was a common thing for people to do when going out. A part of the game.

Hookup culture was real where they lived, people fucked a lot, and monotony wasn’t really a thing.

There were masked sex parties, blindfolded sex parties, and massive orgies where people would be drunk and high and wearing wigs, masks and shades. There were BDSM parties, and gloryholes. A part of the fun was that you might fuck someone you know, and everyone tended to enjoy it as part of the game they were playing.

John had heard of men who had fucked their own daughters, or a friend’s wife. Not that **** mattered anymore with gene splicing, a man could put a baby in his daughter and now have no chance of **** related side effects.

There had recently been an event at the club where a couple was getting married, it was a wild party. Even for their culture at the time.

The groom and his groomsmen had been invited to the gloryhole area, a spacious area when setup with a dozen comfortable holes. Some big enough for a woman to bend over with her ass and legs in view, where men could fuck her now knowing her. It had other holes to just stick a cock through for a woman to suck, there were a lot of options.

Of course on that night the bride to be’s bachelorette party had been at the same club, and the bride to be and her best friends had been invited to be on the other side of the gloryholes. The manager was a serious pervert, and Mr. Gamble enjoyed such things.

John had watched the video in its full length, the bride to be had her ass and legs out of the big hole, and all of the grooms party had fucked her except the groom. He had been balls deep in one of the brides maids, a beautiful black woman. He was the only man in his group not to fuck his wife that night.

The groom’s dad, the groom’s brother, the bride’s dad and the bride’s younger brother, as well as the groom’s best friends. All had inseminated the bride to be on the night before the wedding, and when the men were spent, the bride’s party remained and worked the glory holes for another group of men.

That bride had walked down the aisle in a white dress with the cum of a dozen men she didn’t know inside of her, none of them her husband to be. It was fucked up, and John thought it awesome. They had followed up with her on social media, she had a child a little less than ten months after that party.

One of those strangers had impregnated her. Maybe the groom’s dad, maybe her own. Nobody knew, and nobody cared.

As John’s cock got hard he started jerking again, watching his boss fuck the beautiful woman. John started planning for her, he was going to fuck her, then he was going to put her in a gloryhole and get his boss to declare an hour of that on the house. A circumstance where that poor woman would taste the cum of a hundred men, but not before she tasted John’s.

He imagined her going home to her husband tasting like a hundred men, one of John’s perversions was cuckolding other men, he got a weird power high from it.

He wondered how many women he had knocked up, he considered it a part of the power his position gave him over women. He took regular supplements to boost his fertility, he hoped he would impregnate a hundred women in his life, to have weak husbands raising his kids, never knowing it.

On video John saw that Mr. Gamble had started fucking her right in front of where he was on the video, forcing his cock into the woman’s throat, and John was pleased to see she could deep throat.

Then Jax passed the camera to someone else and he saw her walk into frame and start sucking his cock as he watched the beautiful woman fuck his boss.

John knew he must have been quite drunk and high not to remember this woman. Then he saw Jax leading him out of the room, and heard her tell the person holding his phone to stay on Mr. Gamble for a bit, and he was happy for it. He still hoped to find enough to identify her, he wanted his shot at fucking her.

Mr. Gamble wore the young woman out, seeming to orgasm several times. And the young woman seemed to be even more beautiful in ever position his boss put her in.

Finally Mr. Gamble pulled out and started jerking on her face, and the person with his phone turned the flashlight on and got a closeup of a very messy cum facial in good light.

His boss erupted in cum, spurt after spurt landed on her face and in her mouth. John watched as the beautiful woman sucked the last drops of cum out of Mr. Gamble’s cock.

She was a mess but the person behind the camera helped her out, as a woman’s fingers pushed some semen into the woman’s open mouth, and John smiled as the woman his boss had fucked ran her tongue through it and swallowed it, and even appeared to orgasm at the taste. He saw the woman had her left hand near her face getting some cum from near her eye, and put it into her mouth, and saw some semen was on her wedding ring now.

Fucking fantastic.

He watched as the woman with the camera helped her clean up intentionally started to dribble cum on her wedding ring, covering it in his boss’s cum.

John now wanted to do more, if she would do this, John wanted to piss in her mouth. John had a kink for degrading women like this, some man’s bored wife, he loved sending them home to their husband without their dignity. It made him happy somehow.

The woman was then handed a soft towel the club kept in rooms for things like this and the woman cleaned her face and smiled and blew a kiss to the camera. And now with the flashlight on, with the heavy makeup and glitter largely wiped away, with the wig now off of her head and beside her, John could really see the woman he had been watching have sex up close.

He had felt another rise and stumbled with the phone and accidentally paused the video as he orgasmed, this time not catching his cumshot with tissue. He blasted a strong cumshot against the wall.

And John stared at the image as he came, it was his own wife Jane. It had to be, there was no question…none at all.

His dick went soft in his hand as he looked at the frozen image on the screen, and he felt sick to his stomach.

John wasn’t faithful, and he had been depriving his wife Jane, but he had convinced himself that he was right to act as he did. That he was the wronged party, that Jane had only married him for his money, that her seemingly constant requests for attention and sex were more trouble than she was worth.

He now thought of her as a peasant girl, from a lower class. He knew the law wouldn’t favor her, but with her beauty she would be fine. She would probably end up on a pole somewhere, dancing for men as she had during high school football games.

John had recently started to plan his exit from his marriage to Jane. Their nation wasn’t easy going on marriage, but he had been thinking that if he did it now, there would be less to lose in the divorce.

John knew she had been friendly at football games when she was a cheerleader, but somehow he never believed that Jane did what the other cheerleaders did, which was fuck the fans in the VIP seating area.

He never thought Jane would fuck another man. He sent her to his boss’s house nearly naked to tease Mr. Gamble, to tease him with something he couldn’t have. His boss had seen his wife topless many times, and John had left Jane in hot tubs with his boss naked while he went off to fuck a prostitute someone brought to the party, he always figured Mr. Gamble was a safe place to leave her.

John never thought Jane would fuck someone else, and he had just jerked off to her fucking his boss. He had orgasmed as Jane had swallowed his boss’s cum on video.

John slumped to his knees and threw up in the toilet, bracing himself on a very expensive looking lid, and seeing his own semen on it. His arms and one of his hands were in his own cum.

Fuck.