Maybe, but probably not.

When they got to their apartment, John sat down in a comfortable chair in the living room, just staring at open space. He loved his wife, he wanted to spend his life with her, but that entire life was now gone. How could they ever return?

Jennifer left to take a shower, and he saw her phone vibrate and saw a text from her dad, he started to glance away and saw his name. "Fuck John, he is a faggot, Jen. Tell that loser to fuck off and come back to me." Ok, so Steve was in her phone under the contact name "Daddy", what the actual fuck is up with that.

Jennifer took a shower and soon came out in just a robe. Her robe was one of the expensive and form-fitting kinds, and of course, she looked beautiful in it, like a movie star. With no makeup, her hair wet, and her eyes red from her emotions and maybe crying, she still was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

This was going to hurt like a bitch, he already knew what he had to do. There wasn't any other way.

Jennifer brought two bottles of beer from the fridge, a craft brewer friend she knew made it for them. And image jumped into his head, of Jen sucking her brewer friend's cock for the beer he often gave them. Jen never paid for the beer, now he wondered why not. Did she have to pay for yoga class? Her gym membership? How much of this did she do?

"Fuck, that isn't helping," John thought, and he put the image out of his head. Replaced of course by the images he saw in Steve's bedroom earlier that day.

It was very good and had a good **** content, it kicked pretty well, and they both needed it. John started sipping his beer, but Jennifer turned hers up and drank it quickly, surprising him. She soon returned with two more and opened another.

"John, I don't know what to say, but that wasn't what you think it was," Jennifer said, voice cracking.

"Really? It wasn't a dick in your mouth Jennifer? In your throat?" John replied, "It wasn't a man's cum that you swallowed? That wasn't cum on your wedding ring? What do I have wrong here? And your "Daddy" sent you a text while you were in the shower."

Jennifer looked at her phone and lost her composure, she started to cry, but not for long, she seemed to stop by **** of will. She steadied herself and faced him, her robe opening and exposing one of her beautiful breasts. She glanced at her phone and her shoulders slumped. "Asshole," she said quietly.

"It wasn't cheating, not exactly," she replied, lowering her gaze, not making eye contact. "It is a part of my job, I have to do it for work."

Neither of them spoke for what seemed an eternity, "It is 2020 Jennifer, people don't have sex to get a job anymore."

"Me-Too hasn't made it all the way down to the pole John, movie stars aren't standing with strippers," Jennifer replied. "I made over a hundred and fifty thousand dollars last year, I made over a hundred thousand when I was eighteen, I make a lot of money, and what you saw is a part of it.”

John was stunned, that was a lot of money. Fuck, that was a whole lot of money, and she got started young. "You started at eighteen? Really?"

"Yeah, I started the day I turned eighteen, I needed to make money and a friend knew Steve," she replied.

"There are only so many clubs that have the customer base to push cash like that, and only so many jobs at those clubs," Jennifer continued. "It is degrading, and I don’t love doing it, but if I don’t I am out of college on my ass."

"Jennifer you are smart, smarter than me, what about academic scholarships, financial aid? Hell, we could get student loans and I will help to pay them back!"

"My grades are good but not that good, you think I didn't look for that money?" Jennifer replied harshly. "My family is poor John, we don't have anything! I send extra money home to help them keep my parents in their house! I have all the aid I can get!"

"There is no other way? No other places to do your job?" John asked her. "Where you don't have to suck your boss's dick? And you can't tell me you hate it, I saw what you did at the end, kissing the tip, that was a fucking tender moment. You do that with me!"

"That is a habit John," she replied, her voice rising. "I can't stand that fucking guy, I cannot stand the things he makes me do.!"

"And I have looked for other strip clubs," Jennifer replied. "I have been on tryouts for other clubs, where I won't make as much money, and you know what I see at the end of the tryout?"

John wasn't sure what to say, "The door?" God that sounded stupid, he knew it as soon as he said it.

"A fucking dick John!" Jennifer barked, he saw a vein in her temple he had never seen before, he had never seen her like this. "I see a fucking manager with his dick out for me to suck! I get to have cum in my mouth, every fucking tryout, every fucking time!"

"Every tryout I go to a tryout I suck cock, I get fucked…or I get told to leave," she continued. "And I get to swallow cum every time John, I get to have it in my mouth, tasting someone I just met. Do you think I like that John? You think I like tasting cum from a stranger like that?"

"And they don't even hire me," Jennifer said in a dejected tone. "If I don't promise to do what I let Steve do, they don't hire me. But do they tell me that before I suck dick at the tryout? Before the fuck me? Fucking no!"

John felt bad now for how he had reacted, what she did wasn't easy.

"Want to guess what happens if there are two managers? Or more?."

John didn't reply, he knew. "There are two cocks, sometimes more. I have been on my knees with a dick in each hand, like a fucking whore in porn. Do you think I want that? You don't think I want to forget sucking three cocks at the same fucking time? Coming home to you with cum from three men in my stomach? Not kissing my husband because of the semen I can still taste in my mouth?"

“Getting split roasted for the honor of dancing on a stage naked?” She continued harshly, “that is what is involved in finding another job on the pole!”

"That is what I have to do John, just for a little while, to have a better life than what my family had any chance to give me," Jennifer said, calming down. "I cannot make this money in any other way, and after I finish school I never have to do it again. And it is mostly just sucking cock, almost always just blowjobs."

"How can it be just a blowjob?" John asked her. "There are bodily fluids involved!"

"A blowjob is just like making out John, it isn't that big a deal, for most girls I have ever known it is something you do with pretty much any guy you are with." She said this matter of factly like it was something anyone would know, to John a blowjob was far more personal than making out.

"It isn't like making out Jennifer," he replied. "Oral sex isn't even close, a dick is in your mouth…cum ends up in your mouth…”

Jennifer saw that he didn't see it the way she did. "Tell me, John, of all the girls you have dated, on whatever date you made out, how many of those girls put your dick in their mouth? I mean on the first date where you really went at it kissing? How many girls sucked your dick before you kissed them?”

John had never thought of it like that, he was thinking about it as she kept talking.

"How many girls have sucked your dick right away, John? I am guessing more than one. Anyone suck your cock before they knew your name? I am guessing yes, you didn't stop me from sucking your cock in public during the day, did you?"

This was a monologue, John knew he didn't have anything to offer here that would help.

"Most girls learn to tolerate swallowing cum early, most girls I knew started sucking dick when they started high school,” she continued. “Going down on seniors was how my friends and I got beer and weed in high school.”

“So I am guessing most of your dates tasted your cum right?" Jennifer responded. "If not every time, pretty close right? All those girls got a taste of you. It is a fucking part of being a girl, and all girls fucking know it."

"So with Steve, it happens a lot? And it isn't just a blowjob, right? You were naked." John knew he said he needed to know all of it. This was probably going to hurt, but he needed to know. "Do you fuck him? You said it was "mostly" blowjobs."