But he heard her out.

"Start by telling me everything, tell me everything and maybe we can figure this out," John replied. "But no more surprises, I need to know the full truth, here and now."

"Anything you want, I will tell you the truth babe."

John watched his beautiful wife as she answered, she looked very afraid and more emotional than he had ever seen her. She was damaged goods sexually, something had broken in her where all of this seemed normal. He was sure of what he was going to do, but he needed answers.

"Is there anyone working at that club you haven't fucked?" John started with the worst question he could think of. "I mean blowjobs as well."

She thought for a bit, and then answered, "of the guys? No, I have been with all of them. We don't get a lot of employee turnover, and I have had all of the bouncers, DJs, and managers inside of me, and in my mouth." Jennifer answered, knowing it was probably over, why not give him the full truth. "The owner as well, but that is rare. He gets what he wants when he rolls in, but he is small, wears a condom and doesn't last long."

John didn't care if a fucking guy wore a condom and had a little dick, it didn't make it any better.

"I fuck the other dancers as well, mostly in the VIP room for customers, sometimes at parties. I haven't been with all of the newer dancers yet, but that just happens. I just do it for the show we are putting on, but some of the new girls are jealous of what I have with Steve." Jennifer tried to stop herself from saying the last part, but failed, "What I had with Steve."

"So every guy at your work has fucked you?" Every single one?" John was even angrier. "Do you know how humiliating that is?"

"Do you know humiliating it is for your only value to the world to be on your knees or on your back John?" Jennifer replied. "You don't think I want something else? You don't think I know the risks I am taking?"

"And all those women," John replied. "Why act offended about girl on girl action when I talk about it, why act like it is offensive when you are bi-sexual?"

"I don't want to share you with anyone John, and in a threesome, you would be with another woman," Jennifer replied, knowing what a contradiction it was.

"But you shared yourself with a lot of other people Jenn! Any customers? Anyone else outside of the club?" John asked, breaking the silence. "Did you do things for money with customers? Was there any casual sex with someone else, not for money?"

Jennifer took a long time to answer, there was no coming back from this one, but she promised to tell him the truth, and it was a part of doing what she did for a living.

"Yes John, customers. I do things with them for money in the club," Jennifer replied. "They wear condoms when they fuck me, just not for blowjobs."

She dodged the question there, John asked again. "Since I have been with you, since our first date, has there been anybody outside of the club, or only Steve from the club?"

Jennifer responded, "Sometimes I work outside of the club John, for money. If they pay enough I go with them for a while after closing. It is really good money. Casually, yes, there have been other men, but before we were married. A few times at parties there were other guys in the room with Steve."

"Anyone, I know?" John asked.

This is going to just keep getting worse Jennifer thought, now reconsidering her choices. She would have said no if she thought she would lose John, but she hid what she did, she had known it was wrong.

"You know some of them, Jamal from the club is one, and Blake as well, and another guy Steve knew, but I didn't catch his name," Jennifer replied. Fuck, she thought, I fucked a man not even knowing his name, while I was engaged. She started to really understand what John was angry about.

John imagined Jamal fucking his wife, and it wasn't pleasant. John didn't think of himself as racist but imagining that giant of a black man inside of Jennifer bothered him. If he felt insecure compared to Steve, that was a little taller and better built, he felt small compared to Jamal, who was 6'6" and maybe 260 lbs. He was a really big fucking guy.

"Jennifer I can't do this with you," John answered. "This is just too much, I keep seeing you go back and clean his dick at the end, and swallow his cum. I won't ever picture that ring again without cum on it either. When I see Jamal, I will imagine his fucking you now."

Jennifer was crushed, she just didn't understand, this is what she considered normal. She began to lose it as her husband continued.

"You are free to do whatever you want with Steve, Jamal, or anyone else. Make all the money you need, fuck as often as you want, I just cannot stay with you knowing about it."

"I said I would stop! I won't ever touch Steve again, I will change clubs if you want me to not see him anymore, please no!" Jennifer wailed in reply. "Anything John, ask me for anything and I will do it! Want a threesome? Want to see me fuck a woman? I can have another dancer here in an hour!"

John had always wanted to see that, but he wasn't interested in anything sexual right now. He just wasn't interested, too little too late he thought. What could she possibly say or promise that he could believe?