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Girls rotated in and out of the locker room to change outfits periodically after a dance or get cleaned up after a private show.

None of them paid Steve and Jennifer no mind; this wasn't the first time they saw Steve fucking a girl back here, and certainly wasn't the first time they saw Steve fucking Jennifer. It wasn't the second time either; this was commonplace.

They happily fucked the night away as they fucked on every inch of the locker room. Steve and Jennifer had both missed this, and both spent a long time scratching an itch they had borne for some time.

As was fairly typical for Steve, he had staying power, and as was customary for Jennifer when fucking Steve, she orgasmed early and often. He was a mountain of a man and knew just how to push all the right buttons on his beautiful married lover.

After the strip club closed, Steve offered to take her to his house alone. He did this almost every time she came to visit; she has been to his house multiple times for parties but never alone.

Every time he asked, she turned him down, figuring going there alone with him would be a bridge too far. Jennifer figured that what happened at parties happened, and her husband had been there for a lot of the times she had fucked Steve, as well as other men and women, but spending the night alone seemed more like attachment; it felt more like actually cheating on her husband, John.

However, this time, she was so pissed at John for being too pathetic to have a child of his own with her, forcing her to have someone else's child that much to Steve's surprise, she reached out and took his hand while saying "Well then, lead the way." Her husband had only gotten hard when she spoke of fucking her own father. And his cock went soft as soon as he realized she had put him inside of her.

Jennifer was proud of how she looked; she had gotten her body back quickly after giving birth to her child, and she looked outstanding. She was young, she was fit, she had curves that other women envied, and tits every man, and some women would just about kill to suck.

And it was all John's if he could get his cock hard, but he couldn't. For fuck, shake! At this moment, Jennifer thought very little of her husband.

With her dress barely hanging onto her body, Steve quickly rushed Jennifer out the back door and to his car, and it was a really nice car. Steve always enjoyed the nicer things; despite just being a strip club manager, he actually had money.

His best friend just happened to be the owner of the strip club and a successful businessman. He had taught Steve how to manage his money early on.

Steve started out with money from his parents, and then he started to invest most of his salary back into equity investment, and he had done well. Very well. His bank account was healthy, and his stock portfolio was even more so as it was well into seven figures; one day, he hoped and planned to have it at eight figures.

He only worked now because he loved the pussy his job afforded. He fucked all of the dancers he wanted to fuck. Two at a time, if he desired, married, dating, lesbian, he got to fuck them anyway. When he hired a lesbian couple to both dance at his club, he fucked them at the same time but forbade any lesbian touching between them; he wanted to show them he was in charge.

He wanted them to both taste his cum, to see their lesbian lover enjoy his cock. And they enjoyed it; they all enjoyed it. He was careful, though, if he didn't physically watch them take birth control and monitor their cycle and know everyone they had sex with, he wore a condom with everyone but Jennifer. He was ok with the dancers taking some risk, he expected them to swallow his cum, but he was careful to protect himself.

But Jennifer was different; he had grown to think of her as more than just a whore, as he thought of every other dancer who had worked for him. Jennifer, he could grow to love. If only he could pry her away from her husband John. A soft dicked weakling who did not deserve her.

Steve drove a Mazzanti sports car with all the features. Leather seats, GPS, high-end sound system, top-of-the-line engine, everything. The whole thirty-minute drive to his house, Jennifer's bare ass felt the warmth of the seat as his hand played with her clit.

He expertly kept her on edge much of the way there, never letting her cum but keeping her just below that level, so her pussy dripped down on his seat. Finally, she pulled his cock out and sucked it as he drove, and sucked it hard. Hoping the taste of his fantastic cum would give her the release she needed.

But it did not, Steve held out; he had pretty good self-control.

Steve lived outside the city in a more private area, so when Steve opened her door, she jumped in his arms, leaving a puddle of her desire on the seat. Once in his arms, she reached between her legs and unzipped his pants, bringing his cock to her pussy. He gripped her toned ass as he rubbed his cock against her pussy as he carried her into his house.

Despite Steve's house being well furnished and the kitchen having some of the most modern appliances, it was clear to Jennifer that a woman didn't live here within two seconds inside the house. Every wall had the stereotypical girl in a bikini or full naked girl photo on it. If that wasn't clear enough that a woman didn't live here, the laundry would push it over.

The house was mostly clean, but the occasional bra/panties/thong/skirt/blouse/stockings/hairband hung on random surfaces as if they were trophies of his conquest.

Jennifer didn't wear a bra under the dress, and the dress she had finished falling off of her when she jumped in Steve's arms on the doorstep and would be blown away by morning, so at least she knew nothing she owned would end up being a trophy for him. Oddly enough, that surprise that it made her sad inside that she wouldn't be adding to his trophies.

Then Steve carried her up the stairs into a room she knew well, his bedroom. A room he had fucked her in at his parties when other women were joining them many times. This time, it was just the two of them; it was a different experience.

When he dropped her on his bed naked, she noticed a decorative bowl on a night table by the bed with rings in it. Other trophies for him, it seemed. Wedding rings, engagement rings, she even saw a promise ring, the sort of ring girls would wear to promise to remain a virgin until marriage.

She was still wearing her wedding ring; she wondered if there was still a trophy to be left behind. As angry as she was at her husband, Jennifer hoped not.

The night then continued in the way Jennifer needed most. Steve pulled up his media server, and on the big screen, he put up a pornographic movie. And Jennifer quickly realized this was no run-of-the-mill porno.

She saw it was Steve in the video, and she saw herself, her face, her eyes, her mouth as she sucked his enormous cock. She saw her wedding ring hand working on his cock.

Steve started to fuck the beautiful married woman, and he fucked her hard. He held out, only cumming a few times, but he respected her wishes and did not cum inside her. Instead, he came in her open mouth each time, as Jennifer had always had a love for the taste of cum.

Steve had seen this beautiful young woman do many depraved things at his parties. She had tasted the cum of many men, sometimes in a makeshift glory hole, sometimes like in bukkake, and sometimes from a glass or bowl. She had never been shy, even when she started wearing an engagement ring and then her wedding ring.

Steve remembered seeing that ring become covered in cum and loved it; he sometimes even took it off and dropped it in a glass of cum, letting her drink the glass of cum and clean her wedding ring with her mouth.

As sexy as that was, the hunger in her eyes tonight was something else, she sucked his cock clean as if she were starving, and his cum was her first meal in weeks. He knew John wasn't getting the job done; he was happy to do the job in his place.

Steve and Jennifer fucked deep into the night, again and again, finally falling asleep in each other's arms.