Jenny Destroyed Our Marriage

#Jenny destroyed our marriage!

I'm Stephen 32. Jenny 30. Our four children, Janilyn 11, Mark 9, Constance (Connie) 7, and Maryann 4.

I work in product contracts, the department where the sales contracts are sent for final writeup and approval. I never have to go on work trips, but I do have a one week, company conference, twice a year. September and March.

Jenny worked as an event hostess, evenings Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. Days Monday and Friday. To explain, Jenny works as the lead hostess for corporate gatherings at the Convention Center. Or so I thought. I mean her W2 and pay deposits are from the Center. I was going to be shocked when I found out otherwise.

Melvin Atheson, a long time client had come to town to sign the final contract for his company's order. I've known Mel for seven years. He had entry chips for a sex club show and wanted me to go with him.

"Man, I don't do that shit! I don't go to titty bars. I don't even look at porn on my computer."

"Stephen, come on, man. I've never had a chance to do anything like this. I'm away from home, and it's free. All we have to pay for is a couple of drinks. I'll buy. Don't want to go alone, man. Come on, my treat."

I agreed and Mel picked me up from work. It was a Wednesday night and Jenny was working, so I got our 50yo neighbor, Eileen, to sit with the kids. The Club was on the backside of the Convention Center. I had never been around back.

"La Vie En Rose" is the club name. It isn't a titty bar, it's a sex show club. Nothing illegal about two consenting adults having sex on stage.

The place wasn't what I expected. Expecting what I'd always heard about. A grungy place with hard looking women walking around topless and pole dancing. There were beautiful women of all ages and dressed or topless. There was a pole dance section, way back on the right side of the club. It surprised me how clean the place was. And the clientele were all men like me and Mel.

Where we were headed was on the left, to the back. I followed Mel. It struck me as odd, that he knew where to go and what to do. As we approached the door, the man there, said, "Card, Sir." Melvin held up a chip. The man nodded and Mel slipped the chip in a coin type slot. Mel turned, before entering and said, "Just put your chip in and the gate will open." He acted like he had been here before, when he said he hadn't.

We were met by a provocatively dressed woman that looked 40yo. She didn't even look at me as she asked, "Where would you like to sit, Sir?" I glanced at the stage to see the show had already started. There was a couple on a couch making out in what looked like a living room. I couldn't see the woman's face, but physically she resembled Jenny. I couldn't see the man's face either, but he looked like a normal guy.

We followed the woman to the table Mel had pointed to in a dark section of the area. "My name is Lucille. You may call me Lucy. I'll be your server tonight. If you want anything, just touch the button on the table and I will come to take your order. Or, I can sit with you as a companion for $100." With that, she reached up and lowered the top of her dress, smiling. "May I take your order?" Her tits looked good.

Mel ordered a rum and coke, I ordered a beer. "Do you have a preference, Sir?"

"Uh, Killian's Red, if you have it."

She left and I turned my attention to the stage, still not able to see faces. The woman's blouse was now open, her tits exposed as the man played with them. The woman had the man's pants open and his hard diqk in her hand, stroking its length. It was big. A couple of minutes later as our drinks arrived. The couple stood, with their backs to the audience. I was surprised to find a Killian's Red, in a frosted mug. Since we didn't ask Lucy to sit with us, she covered her tits up with her dress and walked away.

The scene on the stage was transforming from living room to bedroom, as the two continued their play, while kissing with their backs to the audience. When the bedroom scene stopped, in place, the couple turned to face each other and begin removing each other's clothes.

I stopped breathing and felt like I was going to pass out. It was my wife, Jenny and her boss Ramon. I wanted to scream at Jenny, but my mind was frozen. I know the shock shown on my face. Mel said, "Lighten up, Buddy. Take a drink and enjoy the show." He chuckled, as I reached for my beer with shaking hands.

I was sitting there, watching my wife, on a stage, getting ready to be fucked, in front of an audience, in front of me!

Once naked, my wife stepped into him, pressing her body against him and kissed him, passionately. Breaking the kiss, she leaned back smiling, before dropping to squat and start sucking his diqk. She was damn good at it and he leaned his head back, moaning. That's when I noticed her rubbing her pussy as she repeatedly took almost all of his diqk in her mouth.

'Was she really going to suck him off, right then, and let him cum in her mouth?'

The answer was, no. He suddenly pulled Jenny to her feet, mashing his diqk between them as he kissed her while sidestepping to the bed. Ramon lay on the bed and Jenny lay on top of him, in a 69 position. She was sucking his diqk as he was eating her pussy. The bed sideways to the audience. I watched as his diqk repeatedly disappeared into her mouth, obviously in her throat.

The bed rotated again, until Jenny's ass was visible with Ramon's head between her legs. Her legs were under his arms and his hands were pulling her labia apart to give his lips and tongue full access to her pussy. She was slowly, lightly fucking his face. She was occasionally flexing her hip so that her asshole was presented to his mouth.

Although I couldn't see it, I could tell by her movements and moans, his tongue was in her ass. She'd relax her hips, presenting her pussy to his mouth again. All the time, I could see her head going up and down, on the other side.

The bed rotated again until we could see her taking his entire diqk in her mouth, slowly at a constant rhythm. She pulled her head up until only the tip of his glans was at her lips, her right hand gripping his erect shaft tightly.

'Damn! She's stopping him from cuming! She doesn't want it in her mouth. Not yet, anyway.'

Jenny held him in her tight grip, her lips seemingly kissing his glans, for a couple of minutes before she slowly started sucking his diqk again. Jenny had trembled several times, showing she was having orgasms. 'She always did orgasm many times during sex.'

She had only sucked his diqk for a couple of minutes, when he pushed her off of him. As Jenny lay on her back with her pussy pointed to the audience, he got between her legs. His long thick diqk was bobbing up and down. Jenny took it in her hand and guided it to her glistening pussy. After parting her labia with his glans, she urged him to fuck her.

"Fuck me, my love." She moaned.

'Dear God, that bored into me, piercing my heart with immense pain! I never thought, I'd hear my wife saying that to another man. Let alone, see him do so.'

In one smooth motion, his diqk sank into her, as she moaned, until he was buried completely in the velvety sleeve I once thought was only for me. The look on her face was pure bliss as she grabbed his head, pulling his lips to hers.

He withdrew slowly until his glans came into view, before pushing back in until their pelvic arches touched, when he flexed his ass, pushing hard against her clit. Over and over, tortuously slow. Men in the room, called out, "Fuck her dammit, she wants it." Even I wanted him to give my wife a good hard fucking. Not believing my own thoughts at that moment.

Jenny turned her head and softly said, "Fuck me, my Love. My pussy belongs to you. I am for your pleasure."

'SHIT! Something else, I never thought I'd hear my wife say to another man. But I did.'

Jenny's arms went around his neck, her legs around him, ankles locked on his back, at the waist. Her pelvis, now meeting his with thrusts of her own, as her moans grew louder. Suddenly, she stopped moving, then her body shook almost violently. I haven't seen her have that strong an orgasm, in a long time.

My eyes filled with tears and ran down my cheeks. I knew, I had lost her. Trying to run away, my body wouldn't move. Then my mind said, "NO! You have to watch this until the end."

Ramon began fucking my wife harder and faster. Their bodies coming together with loud smacking sounds. Jenny was fucking him back as hard as he was fucking her. Their mouths locked together, almost suffocating from the lack of oxygen.

Three hard thrusts, sending shock waves up to her head, signaled his ejaculation, deep in her womb and bringing "YES!" "YES!" "YES!" loudly from her mouth with each.

They lay completely still for minutes, until her arms moved bringing her hands to his biceps. Her ankles parted, dropping her legs, splaying her beneath him. His erection softened and slowly slipped from her red, swollen, gaping pussy, followed by a stream of cum. They stopped kissing and he moved up to her head so she could use her mouth to clean their sex from his diqk, as his cum flowed from her pussy to pool on the bed.

They stood, arms around each other their heads turning side to side as if looking through the darkness as the curtain closed. A woman spoke through the speakers, "Jenny will be out in a few minutes, if anyone would like to have her companionship."

I stood and headed to the exit. Mel said, "Hey man, don't go. We can get her to join us."

I kept going. A woman stopped me at the door, handing me an envelope, saying, "Compliments of the house, Mr. Bachman." I put the envelope in my jacket pocket, what she said not registering at the time.

Outside, I got a cab back to the office and drove home. Eileen could see the look on my face and asked if everything was alright. I told her I had a bad meal and would be fine. Checking on the children first, I went to the bedroom and locked the door. It was 9:15pm.

At 11:20pm, someone, I assumed was Jenny, was trying to open the bedroom door. Then a light knocking followed by, "Stephen, it's me. Open the door." I ignored her and after a while finally fell asleep. I had left a message with my attorney to start divorce paperwork, immediately.

Awakening at 6am, I dressed to go see my attorney and to tell my boss, Mr. Reeves, I needed some time off. Jenny was at the kitchen table as I was walking to the door.

"Stephen, talk to me, Please."

I continued out the door. As I drove away, my phone started dinging with texts and ringing with calls, alternately, from Jenny. I ignored it. First stop, McDonald's for breakfast. Egg McMuffin, hash browns and coffee. Left my phone in the car so I wouldn't have to listen to it.

After breakfast, I went and talked to John Reeves. He understood and told me to take as much time as I needed. I left and went to see my attorney, Melissa Mathews, Esq.. I wouldn't come out very well in a divorce, but she agreed to file for what I was asking for. Joint shared, custody. No child support, we would share expenses. No alimony/maintenance, she committed infidelity and earned enough to support herself and the children when with her. We would split all assets equally. It would only work, if Jenny agreed, otherwise a divorce judge would likely nail me to a wall.

I went and picked up the children. Maryann from daycare and the others from school. I sent Jenny a text, "Coming home with the children." No response, but she was waiting outside when we arrived.

Jenny immediately corralled the children and took them to Eileen's house. Returning to me, still standing in the yard, she said, "Inside. I'll tell you everything."

Once inside, I asked her, "Well, how long have you been a whore?"

Her face turned red with anger before softening. "Stephen, please don't call me names. Sit down and I will tell you everything. Listen to me, Please." I went to the refrigerator to get a coke. "I'll take one."

"Help yourself."

She shook her head in frustration and got one as I sat down. "Well, how long?"

"Will, you just listen to me? Huh?"

"Go on."

"Every thing I've done, I've done for our retirement."

"Our retirement! Bullshit! You called him, your love and said your pussy belonged to him. I'm wondering if the children are mine!"

"God dammit! Shut up! Listen to me! I told you why." She sighed deeply. "I started right after Maryann was born, or rather when I returned to work. Ramon made me a proposition and I listened since we lost a lot of income during my pregnancy with Maryann.

I had never worked at the club before. All of my work was at the Convention Center only. Ramon explained it to me. I had to be willing to have sex, with a man, on stage, in front of wealthy paying customers, mostly business men. He said I could get a little extra, if I would, on occasion, sit with a customer and simply talk, or maybe give them a handjob. Definitely, let them cop a feel as I sat with them.

It took me a month to decide. Damn, $1,500 a night to have sex, one time on stage. I had to chose a man, that would be a regular. There were no men, I could trust to do such a thing. Ramon said, I needed four men minimum, six men maximum. He didn't want customers to be put off by seeing the same man fuck the woman, all the time. He learned that changing men kept the customers paying. I still couldn't commit since I didn't know of any man I could trust.

Ramon said, after he had me talk to Sally and Conita, that he would be one of my men, if I wanted to get started. I liked Ramon, but never thought of having sex with him in the whole twelve years I worked at the Convention Center.

"I... I... I guess I'll try it." I said. "I still get the $1,500, right."

"Since you and Conita both work at the Center, I'll give you the same deal, I give her.

Your Center pay will remain as is with no reduction in amount as if you are working full time there. Regardless of whether you do one show at the Club or six days of shows, your Center pay will remain as if fully employed.

How do you see yourself working at the Club?"

"I don't know.... I guess, I'll try it once, with you, and see if I can really do it."

"I suggest we see how things will go between us, first, at the Center Hotel. If you are able to do the deed, we can go to the club, the following week. You will still get your $1,500. I'm not seducing you for sex, I'm interviewing you for a position. Will that be Okay?"

Nervous as hell, I swallowed and asked, "When do you want to do this?"

"Jenny, you are calling the shots. Whenever you are ready."

Taking a deep breath and swallowing again, I knew, if I didn't, I never would. "Well, it's just business, so, now."

"Be sure, Jenny. It might be just business, but, you have to be convincing and act like you love it."

"Let's go. If I don't see if I can now, I never will."

Ramon looked at me for a few minutes. "Okay. If you are sure. Go to the Center's main service elevator and wait. I'll get a room key and join you."

I almost didn't go through with it at the elevator, walking past. My head down, all I could think of was, 'I'm about to cheat and have sex with another man.' But, I kept telling myself, 'We need it, to help finance our retirement years.' When Ramon showed up, I slowly got in the elevator. We rode up in silence.

Ninth floor, "Honeymoon Suite." Ramon said, smiling.

I hesitated for several minutes before I could enter the Suite.

Ramon waited inside, smiling. After a few minutes, he said, "Jenny, you don't have to. Nothing will be held against you. You can walk away at any time, without fear. Even if you perform, you can still walk away at any time, without fearing any repercussions."

I whispered, "Give me a minute. I've never done this before. I never cheated on my husband."

"Okay, take your time."

Taking a few deep breaths as I thought about how it would help our retirement, I decided and slowly entered the room, knowing another man was going to fuck me."

"So, that was the first time?"

"No. Ramon tested me first with kissing. He looked at me and said, "You ain't ready for it. I run a business and the women have to be between a teenager doing it in their parents basement and a porn star."

"I... I don't understand." I told him.

He explained, "Some woman are naturals like Sally and Conita. April and Lacie took time to teach. You need to be taught. If you want to continue, you're gonna have to be taught by me and then take a test, in front of Sally and Conita."

"Test?" I asked.

"Yeah, you will have to put on a sex show for Sally one week and Conita the next week."

"Oh." I said. "Do I get paid for this teaching?"

Ramon laughed. "Well, I said you'd get $1,500 today for this. I won't renege, provided we keep going. For the lessons, I'll pay you $100 a lesson, and then you'll get fifteen for a test."

"Okay." I told him. "I'm really nervous about this. But, I'm intrigued. Let's continue with teaching me how to sound when kissing and playing around, today." We kissed and fondled a few minutes as he told me to moan as I did things, but not so loud as to sound fake.

"Jenny, you need to be subdued like you're fucking your husband and the kids are playing in the next room. Increase the volume slightly. Not much, just a bit. Practice with your husband. Stephen, right? Test his reaction."

I told him, I'd let him know Monday, if I wanted to continue. He said, "Okay. I have no intention of making you do anything. It has to be your choice and you can walk away at any time." I took Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and most of Monday, to decide.

Monday, I told him, "I want to keep going. This is exciting." He smiled and told me he'd see me tomorrow. My lessons began he taught me how to put my arms around him and hold his upper back, how to wrap my arms around his neck and hold his head, how to hold his face with both hands noses touching and kissing. The same things I do with you, but with low moans, wiggles and whimpers."

I immediately thought back, 'Yeah, it was a few years ago she started doing that and it turns me on.'

"Those lessons lasted a couple of weeks on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. Then practicing with you every chance I got. Kissing, nuzzling the neck, nibbling the ear lobe. The third week we got into what to wear and undressing.

Normal married woman clothes. No slut outfits. His club is for well to do clientele and they can get sluts at the local watering hole. An occasional piece of slut attire, but not the whole outfit. Don't go overboard on the sexy underwear, it needs to look realistic.

"I have a seamstress that can convert rear hook bras to front hook. Hooks, buttons or velcro. It makes removal and revealing faster and simpler."

"Hmmmm, I need to check her bras out. I haven't taken one off of her, since we first dated and married." She gave me a knowing smile.

"I know what you're thinking. Yes, all of my bras are now front hook. That's what I mostly buy and Missy, his seamstress converts others. Let's see, panties. G-string, Thong, Bikini, Normal and Granny all accepted as long as I change them up and don't wear the same thing all the time.

Clothes, it didn't matter as long as no full slut outfits. Blouses, pullovers, halter top, hot pants, shorts, slacks, dresses and skirts. Shoes, anything to go with the outfit, like a married woman.

Never remove the wedding rings. They must be seen.

The middle of the third week, we started with undressing each other. It needed to be normal looking but seductive and sensual. We did that, over and over through the next week. The fifth week, is when the physical stuff began, and I was excited as hell.

I'm going to admit something now and I don't want you to take it to heart. I... I... developed an emotional attachment to Ramon. It isn't love like I have for you, but I really like him a lot. Wouldn't want to marry him, but really like him."