Things work out, more or less, for all of them.

The next day John woke up to Jennifer in bed with him, he gave her a kiss and went in to work, he had missed a lot of work lately, and couldn’t miss again. He, Claudia and Peter all worked together and had missed a lot of days and had pushed things too far.

He had some coffee and breakfast then went to work. Claudia was at work, but not Pete, Pete was out again, and management was pissed. Peter worked under John, and disciplinary action had been taken. They couldn’t reach Pete, and people were angry.

Claudia was a bit reserved, and then left for lunch, something she usually didn’t do, but she was going to meet her cousin Marcos. She didn’t want to wait until work was over.

The prospect of fucking her cousin wasn’t something she liked, but it was eating her up not knowing. What she found out at lunch surprised her, in both good and bad ways.

“She doesn’t look like she is a prostitute Claudia,” Marcos said with some sadness. “I did my best, but she turned down $300 for a handjob. I have been in a lot of strip clubs, and the girls who turn down big money for just jerking a guy off are the ones who are too uptight to sell sex at all.”

Claudia was shocked, this was not the impression she had of Jennifer, who did not seem at all uptight. As surprising as that was, it didn’t prepare her for what her cousin said next.

“And I don’t think she will work there anymore, last night was wild,” Marcos continued. “A big fight broke out. The manager, I think, this huge guy, tried to get her on stage for a public sex show, and she told him to fuck off. Some other guy tried to help and got knocked out, a bouncer tried to help and he got knocked out, then an undercover cop arrested the manager.”

Marcos was showing Claudia the video he had, playing it on his phone, “everybody left in a hurry, but a lot of cops were there, like all the cops.” Claudia could see what looked like a ten cop cars, maybe more on the video. “The big guy was putting up a fight outside, and he got tazed a couple of times, I think he pissed his pants. But I’m pretty sure this Jennifer chick won’t be working there again.”

Claudia was torn, she left her lunch with Marcos disappointed in herself for how she had thought of John’s wife, but also pleased that there would be no further sex with Marcos. He had been disappointed, and offered to negotiate with her if she wanted the video, but she declined any further talk of that with a **** smile.

Marcos lamented the poor quality of the video he had of his cousin sucking his dick. Had that video been better, he would have the **** material to get more from Claudia.

When she got back to work, John told Claudia that Peter had been fired. They were not going to make John do it, but he was in the room when they made the decision. And John would be in the room when Peter found out.

The next day that Pete showed up for work, he was going to get called into HR. He had missed a lot of work, and now had two straight no call no shows.

John and Claudia were a bit distant for a time. Claudia for inner turmoil, not knowing what to say to Jennifer, she felt like she should apologize to her for some serious accusations. John for knowing that Peter was getting fired, and knowing it was a bad job market, Peter might have to leave town, he might end up going home to his parents. His wife might leave him, who knows what would happen.

When John got home, he was surprised to see Jennifer at home, sitting on the sofa drinking wine at 6pm on a Saturday. And she hadn’t just started, Jennifer was fairly drunk by the standards of a young woman who rarely touched ****.

“What are you doing at home babe? I would think you would be working on a Saturday night, is everything ok?” John asked when he walked up to her, picking up the bottle to see it was more than half empty, and it had been new.

Jennifer’s eyes were red, she knew these were the last moments she would ever have with John. There was no way he wouldn’t know, no way he wouldn’t find out all she had done.

“I don’t work there anymore,” she said in a quivering voice. “I got fired, everything went to hell, it all went really bad.” She finished her glass of wine and went for another, but John gently stopped her from pouring it.

“Let’s talk about it before we drink more, ok babe?” He said in a gentle tone, “what happened? Are you ok?”

“I’m not ok,” Jennifer replied. “Steve wanted me to do something illegal last night, to have sex on stage with a couple of his friends…”

John’s eyes went wide, what the fuck?

“While the club was open, in front of the crowd, and he offered anyone in the crowd to join in, for like $20,” she continued, her voiced trembling in emotion. “He was going to sell me, just like that, for $20 a person. In public, an orgy with a bunch of strangers, I said no. He wanted them all to jerk off on me at the end.”

There was a long silence, John was too stunned to reply. “I said no, and he tried to **** me, he threatened me, then he blackmailed me. Have you seen anything he sent you babe?”

John looked at his phone, he didn’t have any texts, at least not from Steve, he shook his head no.

Jennifer took a deep breath, it was better that it came from her. Steve was going to be out on bail soon enough, if he hadn’t sent it, he soon would. There was no stopping the truth. The full unvarnished and ugly truth was coming now, no matter what she did.

She went and grabbed a beer out of the fridge for John, handing it to him. “You need to hear it from me, all of it.”

She then poured another glass of wine, and John didn’t stop her. Jennifer didn’t act this way, she was bubbly and positive, a walking self confidence advertisement. When she got this way, things had to be really bad.

“Babe…I fucked Steve when I started work, from day one,” she said softly. “I sucked his dick and fucked him the day I met him, when I tried out for the club. And I kept doing it.”

“It was a lot of sex, like porno level sex. It wasn’t just Steve either, there were other guys, and other girls.”

“Bouncers, DJs, other dancers, friends of Steves, it was a lot. I fucked a lot of men, and a lot of women.”

John took a long drink from his beer, he started to reply but Jennifer stopped him. Putting up her hand and shaking her head no, “I need the floor babe, you need to hear it all, and it is a lot.”

“He recorded a lot of it, most of it I think, and I knew he was recording, I didn’t mind,” she continued. “There were a lot of customers as well, I did things for extra money, things a lot of strippers do to make more money. It started with handjobs and blowjobs, but before long I was fucking two men at a time in the champagne room. It escalated, and never really slowed down.”

“When we started dating, I started to slow it down,” Jennifer continued quietly. “But I enjoyed it so much, I couldn’t take it slow, not with sex.”

“Then when we got engaged, I tried to stop, but I couldn’t, I needed it. So I tried to slow down, but that didn’t last long, just like before,” Jennifer’s face looked like she was in pain, twisted, not like he had ever seen her before. “When we got married I stopped for a while at the club with customers, but eventually it just seemed like lost money, so I went back to it. It might have even been worse.”

“So you have doing things for customers, all this time? Fucking them?” John asked quietly, “is that why you wouldn’t kiss me, why I had to wear a condom every time?”

“Yes babe, all of this time. I gave a lot of blowjobs in the VIP booths, and I swallowed a lot of cum, from men I didn’t know. I didn’t risk your health.”

“I fucked a lot of customers in the champagne room or in Steve’s office, and,” Jennifer hesitated, taking another long drink of wine. “I did a lot of escorting after work. I would go to a hotel or a regular’s house, and fuck them there. Sometimes I spent the night with a regular I could trust, there is a customer I have seen twice a month for three years.”

John frowned, and finished his beer, and went and grabbed two more, he was going to need it. Now he understood he texts about staying at one of their parties as not to drive drunk, all of the late nights, and the condoms.

“And Steve? The parties at his house late at night were actually you and costumers?” John replied.

“No, that happened as well, I never slowed it down with Steve, I couldn’t.” She replied in a very quiet tone of voice, “I had to, just to have the job, and because I liked it. I sucked his dick every night I ever worked at the club, every single night.”

She hesitated, “I tasted his cum every time I worked, and the more I tasted it, the more I wanted it.”

John’s face twisted, three years, maybe two hundred nights a year…Jesus Christ. That was a lot of blowjobs.

“And he got to fuck me once a week as well. I missed the last two weeks with him, so he was going to punish me at the club last night, and I said no.”

John was silent, holy crap. He had no idea.

“Steve recorded most of it, and is going to send it all to you. He has a page on Pornhub, and he had all my videos behind a wall, they were private, but they are all public now.”

She pulled them up on the big TV in the living room, using John’s phone. She found Steve’s page, the part dedicated to her. And there were a lot of videos, 68 of them, all free to watch or download.

“I don’t want to see this Jennifer,” John replied, holding his hand up.

“Whatever happens, it is better if I show you, I don’t have anything to hide anymore, nothing at all,” Jennifer replied.

“John, baby, I had sex with Steve in our bed the morning before we got married, in my wedding dress. I walked down the isle with his cum in me,” she said, pulling up the video. “He was on the island during our honeymoon, I fucked him every day. I need sex so often, I was hungry for it, and it being wrong with Steve made it so much better.”

John’s mouth was wide open, he was barely breathing.

“There was so much, so much I wanted to tell you and couldn’t,” Jennifer continued. “I have been trying to bring you into something like the life I have lead, so I could tell you everything, I didn’t want to keep secrets.”

“Then why keep secrets?” John asked.

Jennifer’s head dropped, “because some of it was illegal John, some you just were never going to understand.”

John opened another beer, “try me Jenn.”

“John, my first time with sex, before I started dancing…it was my father.”

John spit a mouthful of beer, what the actual fuck?

“My mom and dad are swingers, and nudists, I grew up seeing their lifestyle, and one day it sort of just happened with my dad,” Jennifer continued, her words starting to slur. “His was the first dick I sucked, my mom was the first woman I had sex with, my dad was the first man I ever had inside of me, my first fuck. I had sex with my grandfather John, a lot of sex with him. It was normal in our house.”

“And we did a lot of other things, a lot of sex with other people,” she continued. “I became a part of the sex parties my parents would throw, there were silly games and contests to see who got to fuck me. I just don’t think of sex like most people, it isn’t normal for me to be with one person, just like it isn’t normal for me to fuck my dad to most people.”

John was silent, what could he say?

“I know that was illegal, and I haven’t fucked my dad since a little bit after we got married, I had to stop,” she continued. “I knew you would never understand, and I didn’t want my dad to go to jail, so I stopped having sex with him, I stopped going to their parties.”

“You were still going to their orgies after we got married?” John asked, remembering long weekends where Jennifer would visit her parents out of town, and he wasn’t asked to go. For John it meant a long weekend of watching football, but now he had a more clear understanding.

“I was, I mean…I did keep going,” Jennifer answered. “It felt normal, and it felt good, it always did, my dad was my first love, and I grew up in that life. And then with the prostitution at the club, I could go to jail, I didn’t know what to do.”

“So, you cheated on me from the start, fucked your own dad and sold yourself in prostitution?” John asked, almost laughing at the absurdity of it. “And all of this with us lately, the men, the women, Peter and Claudia? What was all of that?”

“I was trying to see if you could accept me as I am, if you were ever going to be able to be a part of this life,” Jennifer replied. “You really like Claudia, so why not explore it? I didn’t see any harm.”

“And you and Pete, did that even happen? I mean, how is his wife handling this?” John replied.

Jennifer parsed her lips and looked away briefly, “she left him for another man, before we even started any of this. They are divorcing now, he is living in a one bedroom apartment near your job, and not a big one.”

“He didn’t tell me any of that,” John replied.

“Babe, Peter idolizes you,” Jennifer replied. “You are taller, smarter, you have a bigger dick and you married a more beautiful woman. He couldn’t bear it to tell you what happened, that she left him for a lover from high school.”

Jennifer took a long breath, “and to be honest, I didn’t think much of Peter when I met him, but he has grown on me. I haven’t been lying about being with him, that has been completely true. For the last two weeks I haven’t been with anyone but Peter, just like I assume you have only been with Claudia.”

“You haven’t been with anyone at the club?” John asked.

Jennifer frowned, “well some people at the club, but just blowjobs. I haven’t been with Steve, or done any work after hours. Nobody has fucked me other than Pete for a couple of weeks.”

Jennifer then went to where she knew it was going to go, she could see John looked sick, hearing all of this.

“John, I don’t know how many men I have been with in my life, I have no idea,” she said, slurring her words. “I don’t know how much cum I have swallowed, or from how many men, it has been a lot. I had more lovers before I left home than most women have in their entire lives.”

“There is something in me that is just not like most people, I love sex, and I don’t know if one person could ever really keep me happy sexually.”

John looked like that hit him in the stomach, and hard.

“I thought my dad could, but he couldn’t, his attention was always too divided. When I started dancing I thought Steve could be enough, and I was very wrong,” Jenn continued. “He never stopped with other women, and I just needed other men more when I was with Steve.”

“When I met you, I thought you could fill the empty space in me, but in the end, you are too good of a guy.”

John didn’t understand at all, she could see it.

“Baby you are like a knight. Tall, dark and handsome. You work hard, you want to protect me, you aren’t selfish, you are a good man,” she continued. “I don’t think a man as good as you can make it with a woman like me.”

“Jennifer, a woman like you…you are my…” John began, but Jennifer cut him off.

“John, I am a whore.” She replied flatly, “an actual, literal paid whore. A prostitute as far as most people would think of me.”

“Before everything blew up at work last night, before I said no to the big orgy in public, I sucked three different men and ate out another woman. I have sold my body for money for years, you would not believe how much cock I have sucked in my life. How much cum I have swallowed, how many men have cum inside of me. I have fucked more women than you might ever in your life.”

Jennifer took John’s phone and found a cumpilation video Steve had created, it was ver twenty minutes long, twenty long minutes of men cumming in and on Jennifer.

She played it and they watched in silence as Jennifer swallowed cum from man after man. Thick cocks, thin cocks, long cocks and short ones. Black, brown and white, she went at all of them with gusto.

John watched as Jennifer was filmed servicing a room with three glory holes in it. It was a highlight video, showing her sucking a variety of cocks to completion. She would swallow cum and move on to the next, again and again.

Another series of cumshots had her blindfolded as perhaps ten men came in her mouth and on her face. Another had a large group of men cum on her face, in her mouth, and in a large bowl she was holding, and Jennifer seemed quite sober and quite happy as she drank it all. She licked it clean afterward, again her face and hair were covered in semen.

“John I love you, I always will, but you deserve better than me,” Jennifer continued. “And I deserve and need a good deal worse than you.”

John had no idea how to take that, none at all.

“So, what happens now? We are done? You did all of this and you are leaving me?” John asked.

“Baby, sometimes you have to be able to accept that something can’t work,” Jennifer replied. “You need someone who can be ok with just being with you, and I tried to do that, and I couldn’t. I need someone who is ok with me for who I am, I need more, and it isn’t your fault at all.”

“It doesn’t mean I don’t love you John, I adore you, but I am tired. Tired of lying, tired of sneaking around, tired of pretending to be someone I am not.”

There was a long pause, “so what do we do now Jennifer?” John replied, sounding defeated.

“If I had to guess, I bet that beautiful woman you have been spending your time with would love to move her things into my closet,” Jennifer replied. “You and Claudia are a good match John. We had a lot of good sex, but there is something very real between you.”

“And what would you do?” John asked, finishing his third beer, then walking to the fridge to grab two more.

She waited for him to return, “I don’t know. I don’t have a job, but I have half of the money I saved up. If Peter still wants me after last night, maybe I can move in with him. I like him a lot, there might be something there.”

John was mid swig on his beer and stopped, “what happened with Pete? And what do you mean half of the money you saved? You didn’t give it to Steve did you?”

“When Steve tried to **** me to fuck those guys on stage, Peter stood up to him and Steve hit him really hard,” Jennifer replied. “Like…the hardest I have seen a person get hit, he went down so hard.”

John could see Jennifer was actually worried for Peter’s health, and John was angry. Steve needed to get his ass kicked, for what he did to Jennifer and Peter.

“I got him to an ER. He has a concussion, a bad one, but he wasn’t himself, at least not with me. And half of my savings is yours…”

“Oh shit,” John replied. “Pete missed work again, they are going to fire him Jenn, you are both out of work.”

Jennifer leaned back and drank more wine from her glass, “well fuck…I am sorry I got him into that. All of this is my fault.”

“And baby,” John replied quietly. “If we aren’t going to make it, I don’t want any of your money…knowing how you got it.”

Jennifer understood that, there was blood money, this was whoring money. And John wouldn’t want the money she had earned on her knees and on her back.

They didn’t talk much after they. John and Jennifer kept drinking though, more than they usually did, and enjoyed the silence as much as they could.

Jennifer ended up falling asleep on the sofa, and then slept in the guest room after that. She and her husband didn’t fight any more, but there was a sadness, both knew that things would never be as they were before, that wants going to happen ever again.

John and Jennifer finally both accepted things as they were, and accepted that they had to move on. A divorce wasn’t so hard if you didn’t fight over property, there weren’t any kids and if it was amicable, and this was.

John stuck to his guns on the money, he told Jennifer she could have all of the money she had saved, he didn’t want any of it. She had almost $200,000 in savings and stocks, but he knew she had earned much of it cheating on him, and didn’t want to touch a dollar of it.

He did accept Jennifer buying him a new truck, she wanted to do something nice for him as a parting gift. His was on the old side, and he had wanted a new one for a while.

Jennifer met up with Peter and found that he the fog of his concussion has cleared. He had a headache and his neck was sore, but he wasn’t angry with her, he was glad she hadn’t been hurt. And he had been in to work and knew he was out of a job. He was worried about money, and was making plans to move back in with his parents. He hadn’t made enough to live alone with any quality of life, he knew what was going to have to happen.

She told him she and John were divorcing, and if he needed a roommate, she was looking for a place. But she mentioned looking for a new apartment at some point.

When he asked about her being unemployed, Jennifer wasn’t worried, “we will land on our feet Pete, I’m sure if it.”

Peter then opened his laptop and showed her some videos that he thought were of her on XVideos, a free porn site. Sure enough, they were some of the videos that Steve had made public. She went to Pornhub to Steve’s page and found the number of her videos was growing. It had been 68, now it was 75. He was sharing more of them, he must have bonded out of jail.

They found more of them on other sites, under similar titles, Jennifer’s videos were trending. Peter found her videos on ten different sites, it would only grow now.

“There is no stopping it now Jenn,” Peter said, looking through previews of her many videos on Pornhub. “This is going to be out there forever, and he didn’t blur your face.” Steve also now had her name on her videos, sort of, he had tagged her as JennWhore.

“People have downloaded these, they are on servers around the world, and on people’s computers and phones,” he said softly. “If they are taken down, they will just show back up.”

“Go ahead and watch them Pete,” Jennifer commented. “Let’s see if you still want to be with me after seeing all of this.”

Peter laughed, “I have, these videos are hot as fuck Jenn, I like watching you fuck, I just prefer it being me you are fucking.”

Jennifer reached down with her hand and found his cock was indeed hard, she squeezed it and smiled at him.

“Not just yet, the doc said I needed to take it easy for a couple of weeks, that big fucker got me pretty bad,” he said with a laugh, wincing in pain. Peter took one of the pain meds he had been prescribed and kept watching the videos.

And Jennifer gently sucked his dick as he did it. She stood before him and stripped naked, then laid on the sofa beside him and sucked his dick slowly.

It was too much for him, watching a cumpilation video with Jennifer being the target of a group of men, a bukkake scene, one of his favorite perversions.

He came in her mouth and Jennifer squealed in joy, smiling at him, swallowing, and sucking and kissing the tip of his cock till he was soft.

“That can be every day now Pete, if you want,” Jennifer suggested. “If you would have me. If we can figure out how to get by, but I have enough money for us for a while.”

“Let me get better and I will have you a lot Jenn, how long do we have? Before we have to get jobs?” Peter replied.

“Well I don’t like to be broke, and I have money in some stocks I don’t want to sell off, but a couple of years?” She said, kissing the tip of his cock, “maybe we can take a month off and then figure something out, what is left on the lease? I will need my own bathroom.”

John asked Claudia to join him after work for dinner, but she was hesitant. She could still taste her cousin Marcos on her tongue, the taste of his cum. It hadn’t been a bad taste, but it still hadn’t gone away. She worried that taste would be in her mind forever.

She felt like a whore herself, selling her body to prove John’s wife was a whore. She sucked her cousin’s dick as compensation for something she needed, to her it was no different.

She didn’t even want to look in a mirror right now, she was very down on herself.

But she said yes, she had a hard time saying no to John. She hadn’t been alone with him since the night Marcos went to the club, and she missed him. After work, she went to John’s house, expecting to go out, but found that he was making dinner himself.

Over a nice dinner of spaghetti and some wine and candle light, John and Claudia made small talk, but Claudia looked nervous.

Finally she asked where Jennifer was. She asked if she was at work, knowing that she didn’t work at the club anymore.

“Jennifer moved out,” John replied in a somber tone. “We are getting a divorce. It isn’t ugly, we are on friendly terms, but a lot of things came out after the night at the club.”

John explained it all to her, everything his wide had told him. He told her about all the sex videos, but didn’t show her any of them.

Claudia did a good job of hiding her relief as she found out that Jennifer was an actual paid whore. She had been right.

Marcos hadn’t succeeded, but it didn’t matter, she had been right about Jennifer. To her it meant that she was at least somewhat justified to have sucked her cousin’s cock to try to expose Jennifer.

When John mentioned how lonely the apartment was, and how costly it was without Jennifer helping with the bills, Claudia didn’t catch on. When he asked her to move in with him, Claudia almost cried with joy.

This was everything she had hoped for.