He doesn't have any idea yet.

When John got to the bottom of the stairs, he felt like he had little life in him, the brightest part of his life was upstairs with her boss's cum headed to her stomach, and for all he knew they were fucking as well.

He staggered past the two dancers he was hanging out with at the hot tub, and their eyes were wide as they saw the look on his face. One of them ran up the stairs and down the hall. John figured that the manager must have told the two girls to entertain him while he fucked his wife.

As he walked outside and picked up his keys and his phone, he saw Jennifer's bikini top and left it there, and headed to his car. How often had they done that? He had lost track of his fiance from time to time at these get-togethers, did Steve fuck her at all of them? How many times had she swallowed her fucking boss's cum? What about the other guys? Had she sucked them as well?

Images entered John’s head from past parties, here and at other places. Men would have their hands on Jennifer as she sat on their laps while topless, on her ass, on her tits. Jennifer had full on made out with other strippers, but had kissed men, brief flirty pecks on the lips, something John had ignored for the job she had.

He had witnessed various contests in the pool area, like naked chicken fights where Jen would be on the shoulders of very large men, where losing meant getting groped and getting her tits sucked, and she had never minded. There had been lapdance contests, where the dancers would give lapdances to men in bathing suits, with the winner the dancer who made a man cum first.

Now John wondered how much he had missed when he lost track of his wife at the many parties she brought him to.

John had to steady himself and hold off from throwing up, but it was close. He tasted the bile in his mouth. He didn’t slow down, fuck it, he had water and gum in the car.

As he got to his car, he heard Jennifer yelling his name, and running towards him, but it was surreal, in slow motion. Like a scene out of a movie. He watched her run across the yard naked, almost in slow motion. She had her bikini in one hand and her phone in the other, running bare-assed naked across the street. This was a wealthy neighborhood, but it occurred to him that kids could be watching.

"Jennifer, put something on, you will get yourself arrested," John said in a soft tone, that was all he had right now, he felt like his soul was dying.

"I don't care about that John, don't leave me here!" Jennifer replied in a pleading tone. The other two dancers must have told her and she just ran, her ring still had Steve's cum on it, and her bikini bottom was still dirty with drying cum. He saw it in her hair, and some on her shoulder and face. Jesus, that fucking guy liked to mark his territory.

John unbuttoned his shirt and put it on his young wife, and as she put her hands through the arms he noticed another fucking guy's cum was on his shirt now as well, Fuck. Could this day be any worse?

She noticed John looking at her left hand, and she was horrified to see that her engagement ring had drying cum on it. She had no idea what to say, she loved John, how could she make this right?

"Just don't leave John, I need like five minutes to clean up, please don't leave me here," Jennifer was pleading with him, her eyes were red. A part of him thought it was for maybe having a fucking guy's jizz in her eye, but he could see she was about to cry, and he had seldom seen that from Jennifer.

"Ok," was all that John said, and with that Jennifer ran into the house. She came back out with her hair and suit wet, her ring looking a lot cleaner and wrapped in a towel, holding his shirt.

They didn't speak on the drive home at all, neither of them having any idea what to say. This was something life didn't prepare you for. John was thinking about where his luggage was, and if he had a friend willing to up him up while he looked for a new place.

Jennifer was lightly crying and was twirling her engagement ring and wedding ring nervously.