Life's Challenges and Changes Pt. 03

Life's Challenges Lead to Great Changes

Part III: Another of Life's Sharp Turns, Discoveries and Questions

Best if Pt 1-2 read first. TJ and Valentina see their biggest changes to their marriage.

Unexpected Revelations

As February began, my work remained super hectic. I mean a lot of that was from my junior leader development program. It was nearly over, I'd be done in March, and hopefully get promoted to day shift and work as operations manager for whole plant by the summer. My pay raise if promoted, plus the money Val was bringing in would set us up to start our family for sure. The bad news is all of that was a huge amount of work. So, I wasn't working forty or fifty hours, much closer to sixty each week.

Since our fun in early January when we found out how much fun anal sex was, our sex life had remained supercharged. Val now truly loved all forms of oral, both giving and receiving. And after her fun queening me back in November, that included regularly having her cute brown ass worshipped. She shared that she would have never believed how good it felt to have my tongue deep in her ass before that first time. And happily, I loved it as much as she did.

Val had achieved one of her aims, we had now fucked in every single room in the house. And when her monthly time now came, Val was true to her word. If she didn't have a painful period, she insisted I fuck her tight little ass every single day. I think we were both in heaven. Between our very busy jobs and making love every single day, I'm surprised we had time to eat and sleep. Life was not good, it was fantastic.

Then on the first Thursday in February I had a one-time modification to my work schedule. Because the factory was getting a major power upgrade, my shift was to be from 11PM to 7AM, four hours later than normal. I spaced, with everything going on, though I was told on the prior Monday, I never told Val. That evening, when I normally would have already left for work, I was out in the garage working on a couple of projects. Every other day, I would have been long gone. I figured I'd tell Val and apologize for forgetting to tell her when I saw her on the way to work.

Finished with my chores before Val had to leave, I went into the kitchen to wash my hands. I felt good. I had been productive working on my honey-do list and still had plenty of time to shower up and relax till leaving at 10:30. As I got near the sink, I heard the loud sexy sound of Val's heels coming down the stairs. Good, for once I would get a goodbye kiss. As Val entered the kitchen, she was more than ever before, super-hot. But tonight, she was dressed for work like I'd never seen her. Her outfit was not anything like her work clothes. Tonight, she wore no "standard" uniform. Val had on no tuxedo shirt, no tight miniskirt and no black heels. Instead, she wore an outfit more appropriate for our bedroom games than working as a waitress. We both looked shocked as we stared across the kitchen at each other.

My first thought was from head to toe my sexy wife looked hotter than any adult movie star, not a cocktail waitress. Her hair, I assume from today's weekly salon appointment, was a huge mass of dark curls, now with red streaks running through it, cascading down her back all the way to her waist. Her makeup was super heavy and very sexy, much more than I'd ever seen Val wear for work. And honestly, though lately her makeup had been heavier in and out of the bedroom, giving her a sophisticated and sexy look, her look tonight was beyond that, so heavy and extreme, it surprised me, but also got me hard.

Tonight, her eyes jumped out, surrounded by thick black eyeliner and black and silver eyeshadow. She had clearly added fake eyelashes as her lashes were super thick and very long. Her lips were her standard super red, but tonight also super shiny. All of that made Val's lips look bigger, and my random thought was they'd look great wrapped around my now hard cock. Looking over at my hot wife, her two-inch-long dagger like scarlet nails matched her lipstick shade perfectly. Val's look was completed by the four pairs of big shiny silver hoop earrings. Wow, my wife was now so sexy, so much hotter than a year ago.

But it wasn't just her hair or makeup that took my breath away. Val's outfit was by far the most insane I'd seen her wear in public. I mean her makeup was often nearly this heavy, especially in our bedroom. And although today her look set a new level for complicated and heavy work makeup, that wasn't what made my head explode. Nothing was as crazy as how my once restrained wife was dressed. My formerly repressed, demure wife looked sexier than the hottest sex worker portrayed in some Hollywood movie.

Val had on shiny red knee-high platform patent leather boots. She was so tall the boots had to have 8" heels. Her slender legs were covered with red thigh high fishnets that ended a good three inches below her skirt, if you could call what she was wearing a skirt. It was red latex and super tight. The skirt was something I'd hadn't seen since her "Thanksgiving fun" last fall. The skirt was a translucent shade of red, just about see-through. Through the skirt a white leather or latex G-string stood out against her brown skin. The tiny, tight skirt looked no more than 15" long.

OMFG, Val's skirt was so tight I don't know how she could walk in it. But damn I bet her ass looked great through that red latex. Up top was matching craziness, a white leather, almost S&M corset full of straps and buckles, pulling her waist into an hourglass shape, showing off her sexy body and exposing most of her sexy boobs. The corset stopped only halfway up her chest, barely covering her nipples. On top of the corset was another piece of kink that made this wilder than even her leather outfit last fall. Val had on an insane jacket, matching the skirt, it was a tiny, very translucent red latex shade.

Val had clearly taken the time to use our latex polish; both the skirt and jacket were super shiny. The overall effect was amazingly kinky, sexy and very slutty. Val looked like she was on the way to an orgy or to star in a raunchy X-rated movie, not a steak house to wait tables. Wow my wife had truly changed so much in six months. Reflecting on what I was seeing, as much as I was turned on, with a rock-hard dick, I found it hard to believe that Val was on the way to wait tables. I was shocked and in a bit of a panic.

If it was possible, Val looked even more shocked than I as she strutted into the kitchen, walking with her hip-swaying dancer gait. Oddly my random thought was my wife was perfectly at home on those towering platform boots. Clearly, she had thought she was alone in the house. I decided I had to at least ask what the fuck was going on. So, I looked over at her and tried not to sound too upset, I mean I really had no idea what was going on with Val,

"Baby, you look simply amazing, sexier than I've ever seen you, but that doesn't look like the work uniform for the restaurant. Has something changed with your job?

Val looked over at me and seemed to be trying to come up with what to say to explain this. What I got was a lot hemming and hawing and then she spit out a very flustered response,

"Oh, TJ I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you. We have a new Maître de and she wants us to dress very sexily for Valentine's day this month. Tonight, we are supposed to show her our outfits and get her ok."

I could only nod and give a short reply. I was still processing what the fuck was up with my hotter than a porn star wife,

"Ok, love, that explains the hot outfit, thanks for letting me know. Have fun tonight babe. I forgot to tell you we start late tonight, so I won't be home till probably seven thirty tomorrow morning."

Except of course her answer felt like total BS. Val's explanation kind of didn't really sound honest. It sounded forced, contrived and evasive. I mean the way Val and the other waitresses dressed normally was sexy as fuck. Did the place really need to amp up their sexiness when everyone in the place on the 14th were couples having a romantic night out on the biggest couple's holiday of the year? For the first time ever in all our years together I pretty much felt Val had just lied to me. Even if that wasn't the case, tonight I had no idea what to believe.

But now clearly in a hurry, probably to escape more questions, Val blew me a kiss and strutted off to the garage, her dancer's hips swinging under that super tight and short latex skirt, and heels loud on our kitchen floor. She had been more than a little flustered and surprised. By leaving like that she did avoid any more questions. It did seem like Val was getting away from me as fast as possible. I mean I didn't even get a goodbye kiss.

At least my instinct had been right, as I watched her leave, Val's ass looked so smoking hot through that red-tinted skirt. And being able to see the white leather string of her panties between her brown cheeks was both slutty and sexy. As the door to the garage closed my last thought was, I wanted to totally kiss and fuck her hot ass when she got home.

For the next few minutes still standing at our sink, my mind swirled with questions. I decided to look around before I went to work, to see she had more crazy clothes, or god knows what I didn't know about. Though I had never done anything like this in our marriage, I figured it wouldn't take long. I could ignore most of the house as no concern. Since both of us were in most rooms every day, there was no point in poking around there. I started in the spare bedroom Val used for her exercise gear when she didn't go to the gym.

She had long ago started using that second walk-in closet for all the hot outfits she'd been buying since she started working last summer. I found a lot more sexy clothes and shoes there. Frankly a much bigger collection of clothes and shoes than I had thought Val had bought. But other than now really wondering where the likely large amount of money came from to buy Val's large new wardrobe, no big surprises. I had seen a lot of those outfits and loved every one of them.

I was now doubting my own doubts and already feeling stupid for not believing my wife. Was I making too much of one sexy crazy fetish outfit? I mean she had worn outfits just as sexy and maybe kinkier in our sex games, and then out to buy groceries only a little more covered up. As we had discussed back in December, somehow since the accident Val was both a nympho, which I loved, and seriously exhibitionist. Was this just more of that behavior that I had benefited from for the last six months?

Then I thought of one last place to check out before I went to work. Then when I found nothing, I could figure out how to apologize to Val for my lack of trust. In our four-bedroom home, only three were finished. Above the garage at the end of the upstairs hallway there was a bonus bedroom. It had insulation and drywall on the ceiling and exterior walls, but that was about it. I was supposed to finish it, after I switched to a day shift job. We'd talked about it as our nursery at some point.

All that was in the room were some boxes of holiday decorations and camping gear we hardly ever used. Thinking that checking out this final room would confirm I was stupid and paranoid, I walked down the hall and tried to open the door. Odd, it was locked. We never locked interior doors. But grabbing a spare key from the kitchen only took a minute and soon I was sliding open the pocket door and flicking on the light.

Crap, the room was no longer mostly empty; it was nearly full of items I'd never seen before. First off there was a lingerie chest that matched the one in our bedroom that I'd bought for Val last November. Next to it was a chest-high cabinet with two doors. Also, there were two rolling clothing racks, covered in clear protective plastic. Several full-length mirrors were now attached to one wall and the OSB floor was covered with a cheap looking old rug I thought we'd thrown away. Basically, the room looked like a dressing room.

Shit, so much for resolving my doubts. Everything I was seeing in this room was new to me, Val had never discussed buying any of this or setting up this room. Now I was again suspicious. First, I went to the clothing racks. They were packed with outfits that made a lot of the stuff in her collection down the hall look tame. Lots of leather, spandex, lace, latex, with lots of straps and chains. All the stuff I'd always loved to see strippers take off at bachelor parties and in clubs.

But there was also a big section of sexy, but very classy and expensive clothes for everyday wear, dresses, skirts and tops. I didn't understand that at all. Why were those items not down the hall with the rest of her clothes? I then opened up the lingerie chest. Again, like the clothing, it was similar to the stuff in our bedroom, but even racier. Frankly it was actually pretty raunchy, and oddly, to me, not nearly as nicely made as the stuff in our bedroom.

Finally, I opened that small cabinet. It was full of shoes and boots on the bottom. There were sandals and pumps and boots. I saw all kinds of boots, from ankle high to super sexy thigh-high. And oddly, these were not high-class designer shoes that filled Val's closets down the hall. First the height of the heels, OMG. The lowest heels were 7", and there were plenty of 8 and 9" pairs scattered around too. I even measured one pair of very sexy shiny black thigh-high boots. OMFG, they had 10" heels, and like all the other shoes, huge platforms for each pair of shoes.

I'd only seen these kinds of shoes and boots in one other place. All of it was total stripper footwear. But boy with my ultra-high heel fetish, just looking at the shoes and touching them again had me rock hard. Above the shoes there was a shelf that was quite mysterious. It had space for six duffel bags. Five bags were sitting there, four of them with numbered tags below them.

Interestingly, one bag appeared to be missing, with a number 3 tag on the shelf below the empty space. There was also a sixth bag, but no tag in front of it. I checked several of the bags. They each were identical, each holding four slutty outfits, including lingerie. The outfits that probably had been pulled from the crazy collection in the rolling clothing racks and lingerie chest. However, there was space in the duffels, they weren't close to full. Very odd, but maybe she threw shoes or boots into the bag from the collection in the cabinet? Basically yes, this room looked like a home dressing room, that is a dressing room for a porn star or stripper. Why else would all this be hidden away in this room?

Finally, I grabbed the sixth, unnumbered bag. This one was very heavy compared to the others. I put it on top of the lingerie chest and unzipped it. Now my suspicions were off the chart. What the fuck, it was full of cash, twenties and hundreds in stacks wrapped in paper, like you'd see in the bank. I quickly counted; there was over $30,000 in cash in that bag. Now my mind was going wild trying to come up with anything to explain everything in this room. Besides the duffel full of cash, Val had put another $30K in our savings account over the last six months too! No matter how good a waitress you were, no way you made $10K a month, and that didn't even account for paying for all the clothes and shoes I'd found. Beyond that, Val had given me a couple of expensive presents. So, all may have added up to close to $100K in earnings in just six months.

I mean my wife was half Columbian and half Italian. Had she gotten involved selling drugs for a cartel? No, I could not believe that. Her parents and Val hated all of the cartels; one reason her parents emigrated to Florida before Val was born. What about the Italian side, was she hooked up with or working for the mafia? No that didn't make sense, this was Florida, not Brooklyn. But though I had no logical explanations, I was also out of time. I had to eat and go to work. All this would have to wait till Friday. Then I'd have two nights, while Val worked, to get some clarity on what she was involved with that made her so much money. I also had to figure out how to get to the truth, either directly from Val or from some other source.

At work everything, despite the big power upgrade, worked seamlessly. All of us were all a little out of sorts starting and finishing later than normal. But all in all, not a bad shift. However, I don't know how my guys really did, I was so distracted all night. I was obsessing about my wife, my marriage, why she was probably lying to me, and what I was going to do. But, by the time I drove home I had a plan. I decided I needed to figure all this out quickly. My insides felt like they were coated with acid, I couldn't bear this for weeks and weeks. I wasn't going to say a word to Val yet, I was pretty sure I'd get some badly made up lies like last night. Not discussing what I'd found with Val would actually be easy. I'd be sleeping much later and would be home long after she crashed.

I was going to make sure we didn't cross paths on Friday. Part of my plan was to get two air tags from our luggage and plant them in her car before I went to bed. Then that night I was going to track Val, to see if she really was going to work at the steak place. I had a backup plan, if the tags didn't work, I'd be parked out of the way at the restaurant to see if she showed up. It's great when a plan comes together, everything worked.

Val was running errands when I left to find out where she really went each night. I put a note on the counter that I was out at Home Depot and the auto parts store. That was actually true. But I raced around and finished my errands well before she normally drove to work. But I didn't drive home to say goodbye. I drove to her restaurant and parked. I chilled and waited, parked where I could see the employee parking section.

At first, I was feeling pretty stupid and guilty for not trusting Val. That was reinforced as the tags worked perfectly, showing Val driving her normal route to work. I tracked her into the lot then saw her little hatchback drive past. Now things got weird again. Oddly my wife ignored the employee parking area and made a left to go into another big lot next door. Suddenly I wasn't feeling so guilty for not trusting my wife.

That other, very full lot Val parked in was behind a very big, notoriously wild even for Tampa, strip club. She parked and I watched her walk into the back employee entrance, oddly tonight in the normal waitress outfit I was used to seeing her wear. Now I was again full of crazy questions. But, holding onto a shred of hope, maybe all Val was doing was waiting tables in the club. Maybe she was afraid of my reaction and so had hidden her new job. I hoped I was right, but I knew the odds were against me based on all the clothes, lingerie and footwear I'd found last night.

I decided I had to go in the club and resolve my fears, and quickly before she started whatever her job was inside the club. Not wanting to be spotted, I knew I had to change my look from what Val had seen earlier today. I grabbed a Bucs baseball hat, changed into a spare white T-shirt I had in the car, and pulled on a Yankees hoody that I'd bought a year ago at their spring training stadium. I don't think Val had ever seen it. Not much, but at least an attempt at a disguise. I then made sure I had my license and verified I had a decent amount of cash before I walked over to the entrance. Even though for a strip club it was early, the place already had a short line. In a few minutes I had paid my cover and got escorted to a table by a waitress.

I saw why the guy taking my money insisted I be escorted to a table. This place was even larger inside than it had looked, and already very busy. That made sense with the packed parking lot. I'd been in strip clubs, of course, but this was on a whole other level. There were six stages already with dancers, the expected pounding music and all sorts of colored and blacklight spotlights moving across the club, highlighting the dancers up on their stages.

Even at 9PM, there must have been well over 150 customers in the club. The club's wild reputation seemed to be deserved. Action on and around the stages was very much full nude and full contact. And of course, that wasn't all. Like in most clubs, there seemed to be twenty to thirty barely clothed hot dancers working on the floor trying to sell lap dances. If I hadn't been so stressed and worried, I'd have really liked this place.

And of course, since tonight I had zero interest in buying a dance, before the beer I'd ordered had even arrived, a sexy, tall, very curvy blonde asked if she could keep me company. I said yes, both since she was so hot, and I needed to blend in. Though every dancer seemed pretty cute, this girl was stunning. She perched on my thigh, wrapping her arms around me as she did the stripper snuggle and sales pitch.

After she offered a trip to the back rooms, I asked what a dance would cost and got an interesting answer. A dance was only $30, but for another $40 she'd work magic with her hands and for $100 I'd get the best BJ I'd ever had. Though she was hot, and on any other night I'd have been tempted, I declined, for now. I told her that honestly, I'd been here less than a song and was going to chill before I got any dances. Oddly that didn't chase her away, she stayed sitting on my thigh, I guess deciding to hang out. Maybe it was too early or maybe she needed a break, or maybe she figured I'd say yes after I had my beer.

And up close this girl was truly every bit as hot as I'd thought as I watched her as she had walked up to my table. This girl was a classic hot blonde, who back in the day could have been a Playboy Centerfold. With her big fake boobs and long legs, her "look" was kind of a bit of satire on how strippers were always pictured. So, it was pretty funny when she introduced herself with her stripper name, "Barbie". Hearing that, I cracked up and she laughed too.

We actually talked for the first set and then for most of the next dancers' set. While I was kind of freaked out tonight, this hot girl did have a brain, she was not only super-hot, but pretty interesting to talk to. So, when Barbie did another sales pitch, I took a risk, telling her an instantly made-up story. I told her that while she was super-hot, what got my motor going was petite Latinas.

My story was that I was here as my wife worked nights and I was bored. I went with a line of BS, that one of my friends at work, knowing what got me hot, said the hottest Latina he'd ever seen was a dancer here. But I told Barbie my friend had been pretty drunk and all he remembered was she was very petite, with super long hair and great dance moves. Of course, I told her he didn't remember her name either. Barbie laughed at me, asking me if I knew how many Latinas were dancing tonight. I confessed I had no idea. She said at least 60 dancers were working tonight and probably 15 to 25 were Latinas.

Crap. This might be an issue, spotting Val might be a bigger problem than I had imagined. I also didn't want to be here all night. If I stayed too long, I'd probably get spotted pretty quickly if Val actually was a waitress. But Barbie gave me hope. She told me that tonight's headliner was just about to dance her first set, she worked from 9ish till closing at 3. She said she could be the girl my friend had thought was so hot. What surprised me a bit was that Barbie wasn't upset with probably losing a lap dance customer. Then again, as hot as she was with her classic stripper body, Barbie was going to do ok tonight in the packed club. Barbie added that she was the 2nd lead dancer and would dance her set right after the headliner.

The hot blonde described the headliner for me. Her stage name was Isabella as she was also part Italian. Barbie finished by saying she was petite yet with nice curves. She smiled as she shared that Isabella was so sexy to look at, a hot dancer, a great kisser, and tasted great too. That was an odd thing to say, it implied they were lovers. But it did mean it probably wasn't Val who was about to dance. She had one sexual line she still swore to me she wouldn't cross. Despite my pleading all fall for a menage-a-trois she had zero interest in other girls.

This meant while I was in the right place, which was good news, the way Barbie described Isabella, she was probably not my wife, bad news. Then the DJ started announcing the next group of dancers. He led with a shout out for Isabella, the headliner. For her first set of the night Isabella was dancing on stage one. Luckily, stage one was only about 20' in front of me. As the crowd went wild, I saw Isabella approaching, but only from the back.

Seeing her from the rear, in the crowded club, I wasn't sure if this was the love of my life. All I could see was a shorter dark-haired dancer, so pretty much any Latina. But she was about to climb the stairs onto stage one for her first song, so I'd know if it was Val in a few seconds. I wasn't sure what would upset me more, that Val was Isabella or that she wasn't and my quest to find my wife in this crowded rowdy club was not over.

I could still see the stage, though even before Isabella climbed up to the stage, chairs were rapidly filling up on the tip rail. Clearly this dancer was well known and very popular with the crowd. Then the DJ finished his intro by saying Isabella was going old school for song 1, to match her costume. The stripper now strutted up the steps, smiling at her customers as she dropped her purse. Fuck me, I think my heart actually stopped. Isabella was Val. And she was dressed in sexy clothes and boots that must have come from that spare room over our garage. I quickly saw why Val was the headliner. I know I'm very biased, but she was the most beautiful dancer in the club. And I knew she was a fantastic dancer from over ten years of dance classes.

There was zero doubt in my mind that my wife was this stripper, Isabella. It was so clear I was watching my Val, though dressed as a schoolteacher with fake glasses and big ruler, her long hair up in a bun, held up there by two pencils. Tonight, though she was not a waitress in a strip club but clearly a stripper playing a boy's fantasy teacher. So, no sensible shoes, her outfit started with 8" shiny white platform ankle boots, included white fishnets, a very short, very tight cheap red skirt and a matching obscenely low cut white blouse. As Van Halen's "Hot for Teacher" began blasting, Val went into her routine. The crowd was yelling so loudly you could barely hear the super loud music.

It was at once obvious why she was a star; she wasn't just super sexy, Val danced like an experienced, hot stripper. Well, my next thought was that wasn't correct at all. Val wasn't dancing like a hot stripper; she was a hot sexy stripper. In fact, the comfort level, skill, and hotness of her dancing in our living room twice last fall under that improvised spotlight now made sense. Val basically had been performing as a stripper for me in our house. The moves, the outfit, and I expect the oiled-up body had been perfected right here in this club.

My petite wife strutted around, owning the stage and the club, a total pro. There was nothing tentative about her dancing, she was swinging her hips, bending over to show her ass, and making eye contact with the growing crowd around her stage. Val's smile was constant and honestly, didn't look fake. It absolutely appeared my exhibitionist wife loved dancing in front of a horny crowd of guys. And what a crowd. By now every chair was now full, and guys were standing behind the chairs, all around the stage. Val quickly dropped the ruler and with a big smile strutted over to a pole that disappeared way up into the darkness of the ceiling.

She went up the pole like she'd done it a thousand times and probably had. Val made some very scary and impressive pole moves look easy, all that gym time now made sense too. She got the crowd to cheer loudly as she went upside down near to the top of the pole, showing off her tight thong as her skirt dropped down around her ribs as she spun around. She really had crazy pole skills, even loudly clacking those big platforms together while high on the pole. The pole action seemed to just be a warm-up for her. Val finished by sexily slid down and then strutting around the stage, gyrating and thrusting her hips in front of her customers. Goddamn my wife was hot, even if I was now so fucking mad at being deceived.

In the middle of the song, Val pulled the two pencils out and twisted her thin body around several times, so her waist length hair swirled around, glowing in the UV spotlights with some kind of black light glitter. The guys howled even louder. She never stopped moving, working over every man sitting at the tip rail and the big crowd now standing behind them. She was very effective, already with tips being tossed all over the stage and stuffed in her garters. Watching how the men were staring at her and talking amongst themselves I knew every one of them wanted to fuck Val. I didn't know what to do with that realization.

Just as the first song ended, Val smiled brightly, of course with the shiny red lips I'd seen so often, looking over at all of her admirers. Then, staring at the guys, she ripped off the blouse and skirt, putting both arms high in the air like a champion, spinning around. It was both a transition to her next song and showcased her great tits. Ah stripper clothes, they looked normal but were only held together with snaps and Velcro.

The second song was Latin and also old, I recognized Ricky Martin's, "Livin' la Vida Loca". My wife was now naked except for some crazy lingerie. Only 20' away, I could see everything. Though close, what I was counting on was it was already so crazy around the stage, and there were also so many spotlights on her, I was pretty sure there was no way she could see me. As I stared at her, I realized her bra was white leather. It was super tiny, basically a leather strap just cupping the very bottom of her boobs, exposing all of her beautiful B-Cup tits and big hard nipples. As she moved around, I saw her white G-String was also leather.

For her second song she now started to change her routine from athletic stripping to raunchy. It appeared if you threw at least $10 on the stage she'd drop onto your lap and give you a mini-lap dance. Her long red nails were either caressing her man's face and hair as she kissed their necks, or down between them. Was she really stroking guys' cocks at the stage? WTF had Val become? At the end of the song, as the crowd yelled again, Val dropped her bra and G-String. Now with just her boots and thigh highs, stuffed with bills, Val strutted over to the pole again.

As the music transitioned to her final song my wife showed off, raising a leg to nearly her shoulder and holding it against the pole. Then as she held onto the heel, she began spinning around effortlessly to show off her wet, bare pussy. Even from twenty feet away I could see her lips, shiny with her juices. Working here did make sense in a way. What better job for a trained dancer, who is a huge exhibitionist, than stripping in a club in front of hundreds of crazed horny guys who literally were throwing money at you.

For her final song, Val was totally naked except for her stockings and boots, working her moneymakers, as she'd called them last fall, all song long. She spent the song up close to her customers, no more dancing or pole work to waste her time. Camila Cabello's "Havana" was blasting out as she rolled around on the carpet of tips, masturbating in front of the crowd either on her back or on all fours, her pussy or ass right up in the guys' faces. Val was slowly moving from man to man along the rail as she thrust her hips up and down, openly stroking her own pussy.

Again, if you tossed ten or twenty bucks at her she'd put her legs on your shoulders and pull you close. You got your money's worth as my slutty wife played with, and finger fucked her wet pussy not even 6" from your face. For almost everyone she performed for, Val also gave them a pretty intimate treat. My wife wasn't shy at all, pushing her fingers, wet with her pussy juices, into her customers' mouths to be licked clean. I could not believe all of this was legal and really could not understand what I was seeing. I found it impossible to believe that my wife, who I'd always assumed was 1000% faithful, was happily dancing with her pussy nearly in the men's faces, feeding them her pussy juices and pretty much behaving like an immoral slut.

To Barbie I must have looked shocked and horrified watching Val finished her set. But she had other business. Barbie told me she had to get up on stage. But she was probably also surprised at my shocked face, as I stared at the dancer I'd said I came here for tonight. So not surprisingly, Barbie looked at me closely as she disengaged. As she was leaving, she asked me if something was wrong, but also, ever the saleswoman, if I would stick around to share a dance after her set on stage. All that as out of the corner of my eye I watched as "Isabella" gathered up what must have been hundreds of dollars and chatted with a crowd of guys at the stairs to the stage that clearly wanted a private dance in the back.

I told Barbie I was ok but blurted out another bad lie. I told her I had forgotten to call my boss and had to do it before the hour. I confessed that I didn't know if I was coming back. But not wanting to be a jerk, I did stuff two twenties in her garter as I said that. Barbie smiled at that and did give me a little kiss on my cheek. Then, in a total fog of confusion, and with a painfully hard dick, I left the club and drove home.

I don't know how I got to sleep but did by about 1AM. Maybe draining half a bottle of whiskey helped. I had used my MBA that night though. I googled both properties and found out the same LLC owned both places. A light went off. That was why all the pay and other tax stuff from work still showed the same company. My brain was literally overloaded with questions, worries and massive heartbreak that Val had deliberately betrayed and destroyed our marriage.

Saturday morning, I was up before she was, still unable to grasp what I'd seen last night. Somehow, she slept, still looking like the innocent, loving, sexy girl I'd fallen in love with all those years ago. Boy, I clearly had no idea what was going on with Val. Did that mean our entire marriage was a joke and fraud too? Where did the deception end? What else was going on with Val's secret life?

At nearly eleven I heard her moving around upstairs and soon she appeared in the kitchen, wearing a robe and sleepily going to grab coffee from the pot I'd brewed. I had decided that morning that I couldn't stand another day not knowing the truth about Val. I wanted to find out if we still had a marriage. I decided that I wasn't going to beat around the bush, I was going to rip the scab off. So, as she finished pouring her coffee, I greeted her,

"Morning Val, or should I say Hey Isabella, how did you sleep?"

Val gasped, her head snapped up and she looked over at me with a panicked look, pouring coffee all over the countertop. My hot little lover got as white as a Latina can get and collapsed into a chair. Her head down, she had now started to shake as she silently began to cry, breathing rapidly with very shallow breaths. After a minute she gathered herself, looked over at me, and finally replied,

"So, you know. I'm actually glad you finally do. I can't live like this anymore. I have to get everything out. If you want to hear it, I need to tell you everything, no more lies and deception."

I was now both very anxious and more than a bit scared. Could I handle hearing the truth? And what was the truth? What had Val done over these months to earn so much money? Was my entire marriage and everything I cared about in life about to implode in our kitchen? But I had started this and really couldn't spend another day with her not knowing the truth. So, I nodded at her and gave her the green light,

"Ok, take as long as you want, I'm going to sit here and not leave or say a single word or touch you till you're done. But honestly, I'm not sure if there is a "we" anymore going forward."

Val looked shocked at those words and just stared at me, so I reassured her,

"Val, I will hear you out. I mean it, not a word from me till you're done. And no matter what you say, I will not move till you're done."

With that Val nodded back at me but told me she needed some liquid courage. She grabbed my whiskey bottle from last night and poured a big slug into her coffee. She looked over at me and I pushed my cup over for some too. I had a feeling we both would need whiskey today.

Val's Journey from Waitress to Strip Club Headliner

My wife, I guess that title was still true, started by not talking about the events of the last six months, instead game me a tough intro, as she told me a very serious low voice,

"TJ baby, I'm so very sorry and so ashamed to have deceived you. But I am NOT ashamed of my work and how good I am as a dancer and how much money I make."

Ok, that was interesting, of course one of the best parts of my wife was that she had some fire and backbone. But she was also kind of throwing down the gauntlet in a way. But now Val got to her story, all of it. She started with the beginning. Val had really worked at the restaurant in August and there really was a Cuban Maître de. And she really had weekly chats about her job performance with her boss.

But what Val now confessed was from the second week onwards, though now very happy with her work, her boss was pushing her to expose more skin and flirt with the customers. And this encouragement and polite pressure was much more constant and aggressive than she had told me last year. Val told me she was open to showing more skin and flirting. I mean I already knew from way back in August how she rationalized it was ok to show off her hot body and playing the flirt was just using her God-given abilities to make money.

Yes, I already knew back in August that Val had been very willing to do exactly what her boss wanted. What was new was hearing all the pressure she was under. Or, now as a pretty cynical and deceived husband, was this just Val rationalizing what she had done? And she repeated what she had told me last year about making more money. Strutting around, showing some leg and her boobs, while teasing and playing with the customers always worked. Almost every day the money got better as Val's tips went way up, just like she told me back then. But Val also disclosed she kept on wanting more money and maybe messed up by sharing that with Ava, her boss.

That confession was part of a process as her manager was grooming Val for what she later realized was a plan to move her to the other club the LLC owned. Val shared for the first time that at the end of the third week Ava started encouraging her desire to want even more money, and oddly asked her, based on how she saw her acting with her customers, if she actually liked flirting and showing off. Val told me again, just as she had last fall when she'd told me about her exhibitionism, she was very honest with her new boss. She confessed to Ava right away that it wasn't an act. Val straight out told her that flirting and being really affectionate in public got her a bit moist, and it made her even wetter if that flirting led to making more money.

Her boss smiled at Val's little confession and kissed her on the cheek. She had Val now! Ava then told her that yes, she could make a lot more money, but there was one catch about making that money. The older Cuban then shared that the big money Val wanted could only be had by working at the big new strip club, Tampa's Fantasyland Cabaret (TFC) that the company had opened a year ago right next door. At first Val was horrified, she told her boss she was very willing to show some more leg and let a guy grab her ass for a bigger tip, but as a devout Catholic she could never work in a strip club, even as a waitress.

But Val claimed with a straight face that the older woman was relentless, working on her every shift to build up her confidence and tempt her with the much large amounts of cash made next door. Her boss also saw everything going on at work and knew that by the third week of August Val wasn't slapping away the handsy men, she was pushing her tight ass back against them and shamelessly flirting with them.

Even before Val admitted it to herself, the experienced manager had sensed Val liked showing off and the feeling of power from teasing and using her body to earn money. My wife swore that somehow her manager knew she, despite all her categorical refusals, was sooner rather than later going to agree to try working next door. Val also told me that much later Ava told her over a drink after hours in the strip club that from the beginning she also knew that with Val's hot body, and years of dancing experience, she would be perfect dancing, not just waiting tables next door.

But back to August. So, Ava stayed in Val's ear every night, telling her how hot and sexy she was and how it was a shame she was missing all the big money next door. It was a steady effort to wear down Val, with promises that she'd clean up as a waitress but would be big time rolling in the cash as a dancer. She kept at it relentlessly, wearing Val down, staying on message that with her 12 years of dancing classes she'd make a fortune and have the guys eating out of her hand.

And Val admitted to me that oddly for the first time ever, she not just money, but wanted much more money. She wanted to totally update her wardrobe. The first few sexier items had just exploded her mind, making her decide to totally change her look to sexier and hotter outfits. And I had been very supportive of that fun and sexy makeover. But Val said she also wanted to continue to help us save money for the expenses of having a baby.

Doing her own math, even with the good tips at the restaurant, she couldn't afford to do both. Val also had already admitted to herself that having so many men just about slobbering over her hot body was now a big turn-on. I guess I had some of the blame there. My constant praise and comments on how hot she was, reinforced by her new boss, had made her finally acknowledge how sexy her body was. Now, under the daily pressure from her boss, she decided to agree to work next door, to take full advantage of her sexiness. Again, in the back of my head, all this talk of saving money and a baby, felt like more rationalizing the decision to work in the strip club. But, as promised, I kept my mouth shut.

Val gave me a little smile telling me that by the fourth week though her boss didn't know it, she was just about ready to say yes. She told me that by the end of the week she had fully justified her decision by insisting to herself there was no harm in slinging drinks and snacks in the strip club, she wasn't dancing, just doing what she had been doing for a month, but for a lot more money. So, at the weekly feedback after the last week in August, when her boss again told Val she was sexy and hot and should think about doing a week waiting tables next door or even dancing, she probably shocked Ava a bit when she simply said,

"Ok, you've convinced me. I agree. I'm ready to work at the club starting next week."

Her boss was more than happy, telling her she'd work out the details and that the place had their waitresses in the same uniform, so she could easily start Tuesday evening after Labor Day. I remembered that week. Val had claimed there was a meeting for the staff four hours before her shift started, and so she left really early for work even before dinner. Nope, that in fact was in one of the first lies she told me. What was really going on is she was getting introduced to the managers and house mother in the strip club and getting some quick training on the ordering system and rules. Her new boss was actually her old boss's cousin, funny how that worked!

As Val told me this, she also told me what she realized over the months she worked at the club. She saw at least ten hot women come over to the strip club having started working at the steak restaurant. Val said, probably hoping to make her look less guilty, that it was clear to her that one of Ava's "other" jobs was to spot talent for her cousin and convince the girls to agree to work at the strip club. But Val hurt her attempt to shift the blame when she was very up front that it wasn't usually all that hard a sell. She, like the other recruits, had learned during the fall she was a total exhibitionist, and loved the money that was being promised working in the strip club; to wait tables or, even though she had sworn she would never do it, dance.

Like her old boss, her new manager, Carmen, was in her forties and in amazing shape. She was still rocking a tight skirt and 4" heels and wearing a low-cut top to showcase her big fake tits. She assigned another Latina waitress, Gina, to help get Val settled in. Gina and Val were immediate friends, Gina was just 21, still studying at USF, near to getting her degree in graphics design. And the girl wasn't just super cute; she had an innocent but very sexy style for sure. She looked Val over and immediately worked some magic with her makeup, quickly giving Val a darker and more compelling look.

My wife then talked about how the strip club uniform was the same but different. She said Gina grinned as she quickly changed Val's waitress uniform, making it far sexier. First, she unbuttoned Val's tuxedo shirt. Gina told Val to keep it unbuttoned and just knot it tightly below her boobs to show off her cute little B cups. Gina also showed Val how to roll up the waistband of her mid-thigh spandex skirt, so it instantly became a super short mini skirt. It worked; Val told me that her legs now seemed to go forever in her high heels. Now ready for customers, Gina had the two of them do Tequila shots to relax, as they started their shift.

Val was suddenly quiet, taking a drink and some deep breaths as she looked across the table at me. She seemed to be gathering herself. I was learning these quiet pauses meant another hard revelation was about to come out. Next in a quiet voice Val told me,

"So baby, I have to freely admit this. As you know I had never been in a strip club, always talked terribly about all the clubs in town and what kind of girls worked there. But from that first shift I felt welcomed and like I was at home at TFC. Starting that first night, I actually had a blast working in the club."

I raised my eyebrows, but as promised, I didn't say a word. Val amplified her "at home" comment.

"Honey, the girls weren't just sexy and cute. They were all super welcoming, both the waitresses and dancers, and the bouncers were like protective big brothers. With the intimidating muscle scattered around the club, despite how raunchy the strippers were, the customers were very well behaved, well for a strip club."

Val looked over at me and then bluntly told me she felt so safe there she knew she could do almost anything and be perfectly safe. Maybe that feeling was part of what came next for her over the first week at the club. But what did it mean to, "do anything". I so wanted to ask her that question but knew it would have to wait.

Valentina was kind of gushing, talking rapidly and almost breathlessly. Maybe it was good for her to finally tell the truth. She said her tips even that first night waitressing were double what she made at the steak place even on a good night there. Also, customers, as well as the other girls, were constantly telling her it was a waste that she was just serving drinks.

From the start, almost every guy she served told her she was too hot to wait tables and, like the girls, were encouraging her to get up on stage and dance. At least that first night, she just laughed it all off, she told me. Val said her rule just like in the restaurant was you could grab her ass but not her kitty, and IF you pushed a big tip inside her unbuttoned tuxedo shirt, she'd let you get a nice rub on her boobage. Crap, I had no idea she had already begun allowing groping while working serving cocktails in that big restaurant / nightclub!

What also was convincing Val to jump in the deep end and try dancing, she claimed, was though her tips were great, she could see that every single dancer made far more. Unfairly, even the ones not as hot as she was, made more. And some of those who weren't close to as good a dancer as she knew she was, still got tipped more than she did waiting tables. Those clumsy girls were still making piles of dollars for every shift on stage.

Val also said watching other women dance all night long reminded her of how much she missed dancing, though this was the definition of totally different dancing than her years of lessons and competitions. This of course was all about getting naked over three songs and working the tip rail for extra money. But kind of surprising me, what Val shared as the most compelling reason to dance was when she blurted out,

"Baby, much more than at the steak place, it was empowering and a turn-on to be openly and vocally lusted after by so many men."

It was insane to me, knowing Val's entire prior chaste life, that after waiting tables for just three days, she agreed to Carmen's incessant demands she try dancing. Val told her new boss on Thursday at closing she'd try dancing, but only once. They settled on a Saturday debut, after Carmen gave her some one-on-one tutorials. Val said she showed up early Friday and Saturday for Carmen's crash course, converting all her old dance moves and routines into strip club sexy three song sets. Another reason for the sessions was getting Val used to dancing in stripper heels. But for one the few times today she smiled as she confided that there were no issues and she moved from 6" heels to the now low for her, 7" heels easily by her second lesson.

Again, I racked my brain, I had thought Val had gone off each afternoon for some girls' time, returning to shower and heading off to work. Angrily my reaction was, boy it seemed I was pretty easy to deceive. But Val didn't seem to see my angry face and was still almost giddily talking, ready to describe her first night stripping. So, I tried to make my face blank again and just listened. Once again Val stared over at me, took a deep breath, oh now revelation time, and told me all, probably a lot more than I wanted to hear.

"TJ, after some tequila, I was nervous, but not scared or worried. It just felt totally right as I climbed the stairs onto the platform and looked out over a crowd of men, about to see me strip naked."

Val described her unusual outfit that the club used for first time dancers. She said it was kind of funny outfit, almost a baptismal or wedding night robe to wear, white of course, that she was told to throw off dramatically to show her lingerie clad hot body, when the DJ introduced her. He literally said,

"for the first time ever in public, for her first dance, Isabella, the hottest Latina to ever come out of South America."

I shook my head at the corny phrase. Val saw that and confirmed what I thought,

"Yes TJ, the DJ thought it was funny to use that wedding DJ phrase for the first married couple's dance. What can I say, he thinks he's funnier than he is."

But Val wasn't done describing her first night, she was immediately back to her memories of her first night deceiving me about her job. My surprising wife did grin shyly as she told me that she truly loved dancing again, from her first spin around the pole. It was like she was back home again. Interestingly Val didn't say dancing was nerve wracking or that she was self-conscious. Nope she told me that dancing, even that first night, was just so much fun. And she wasn't just enjoying the dancing, Val got a pile of money from her first set teasing men as she pulled off her clothes and played with their libidos.

That first night her five stage sets got her the promised bigger pile of money, and she'd only done about ten lap dances. She told me she was not doing the wild stuff the club was known for on stage or in the lap dance rooms, but she still loved dancing. She enjoyed being the center of attention, having crowds of men throw cash and talk dirty to her as they went crazy over her dancing, and sexy tight body. Val finished up by telling me from her very first night she embraced being an exhibitionist and the power she now had over every one of her customers. Then another pause, and another piece of the puzzle,

"Honey, by the end of my last set I was hooked. I just knew I could not stop dancing after one night as I told Carmen I was going to do. I wanted to keep dancing. I also had decided I was going to be the best dancer in the club. My dances were going to be the wildest and I wanted to earn more than any other girl."

After the club closed, Carmen, the house mother, lined up more Tequila shots so the last ten of the dancers could congratulate Val on a great first night. This woman knew how to team build! Val told me there was one very unexpected twist doing shots, meeting Barbie. She had seen her dance, and she told me, as I knew, the blonde girl had a classic hot tall curvy, silicone enhanced body.

Barbie was hot, skilled, and so personable, one of the busiest and highest earning dancers. After they did the shots, Barbie came up to Val last, giving her a welcome to the team hug, that seemed to go on for a very long time. Then the tall blonde shocked Val. My wife told me Barbie whispered in her ear so only the two of them heard it,

"'Bella, you are so beautiful. I know I get all the men hot and bothered and actually do like a hard dick every once in a while, but honestly girls like you are what I have the most fun with."

Val told me was shocked at the blatant attempt at lesbian seduction. She swore she insisted to Barbie she didn't swing that way. But Barbie wasn't listening and pulled her close again, kissing her so passionately that she took ownership of Val's mouth. Val said that the kiss left her breathless and panting as Barbie finally released her and gave her one last tease,

"I don't know Chica; you were kissing me back pretty hard for someone who is totally hetero. I think you and I will be lovers before Turkey day."

With that promise hanging over her head, Val said she headed home, comfortable that she had made the right choice and this new job was going to be both lucrative and a lot of fun. Honestly, she confessed to me, she had no shame or regrets in what she had done. In her last move, before she walked out the door, she told Carmen she wanted to dance full time. Carmen wasn't surprised, Val told me. She told Val that it was clear she loved to dance and loved the way she made every man hard just by watching her. Val told me she laughed at the hot Cuban, but knew she was right.

Maybe to try and feel less guilty, Val now reminded me how starting that night, her dancing actually worked to my advantage, over and over. When I looked puzzled, she reminded me that when she came home around 2 Sunday morning after her first night of dancing, she woke me up and just about raped me, she was that horny. I smiled, fondly remembering that night, but I silently raised my eyebrow in a question and Val quickly, and honestly answered,

"I see the question TJ. Truthfully, this will shock you, and it stunned me, but I was aroused as much from Barbie's kiss as teasing guys all night long."

She drank some more coffee, wincing a bit at all the whiskey but quickly summarized the rest of September and then the four months she'd been working at TFC and deceiving me. She said she made more money each night than the last, and by the third week she was eagerly giving mini-lap dances at the tip rail, stroking guys' cocks, as Barbie had taught her, as she enticed them to buy lap dances. She also had started what I saw the third song, playing with her bare pussy right up close to the guys on the tip rail. Now something else made sense. Near the end of the month Val had not just trimmed but shaved off her pubic hair and kept it waxed since then. I thought it due to my bitching about hair in my teeth, but maybe not. It seemed there were many facets to Val's deceptions.

Val also now talked honestly about her first night of lap dances and her all too soon very raunchy lap dance skills. She said Carmen and all the dancers swore that was where the real money was, to string together two or three dances with a guy, keeping him aroused but not letting him cum. I was tight-lipped as my once innocent wife talked about how she quickly learned to grind on a hard dick. I mean what could I say to her anyway, I had never talked about being in strip clubs, so she had no idea of what I did there. Val didn't know how I also loved to get lapped, often by a hot raunchy Latina, when I was with my friends letting off a little steam.

Val said while teaching her, Carmen performed lap dances and explained all the moves and how to use them to tease and arouse her customer. That actually helped her get over her fear of grinding on a guy. After she demonstrated, Carmen had her do lap dances for her to coach her further. She learned all the tricks. During the lessons she kept telling Carmen it was a waste of time, she was never taking a guy into the back room, but Carmen insisted that Val learn, even though she was clear that doing lap dances, or extras beyond lap dances, was each dancer's personal decision.

Val then looked down and confessed that for all her resistance during Carmen's tutorials, she was lap dancing happily and aggressively after her second set on stage that very first night. Val saw how my face looked doubting, so she described how she started on the path to the hottest lap dancer in the club. It started with this group of four friends, all at the rail and tipping her like crazy asked her to join them after her set.

She said she warned them she didn't do lap dances. They told her that was fine. The guys were celebrating getting a big contract signed on a trip to Tampa and were feeling no pain. Val joined them, sitting on the biggest guy's thigh as each guy tried to convince her to take them into the back rooms. Val resisted for a while; till the guy she was perched on offered to double the going rate if she'd dance for her. She shared what came next,

"Baby, all I saw were dollar signs. I decided doing three songs for nearly $200 was not a big deal."

Again, I held to my promise of not speaking and she went on. Val told me he behaved, not grabbing her pussy or trying to kiss her. But she admitted, rubbing all over the guy, naked except for her G-string and heels was a turn on and made little old Val feel totally in charge. She upsold the guy on two more dances, figuring out instinctively how to back off and keep his rock-hard cock from exploding. At the end of the third song, she grinded back and forth on his hard dick and told me she could feel him throbbing as he came in his pants. All of that work got Val $200 including her tip. For the rest of the night and every night since, Val was one of the lap dancing regulars.

My wife was staying honest, even though it was tearing me up, as she told me the power of arousing a guy in the back, and controlling him as far how he could move and what he could touch was addictive. She also said that later than month when she went full nude in the back rooms, there was something even hotter about dancing on top of a horny guy. She bluntly told me that grinding her bare pussy on a dick through a guy's pants or imitating a blowjob through their jeans and feeling that hard dick twitch as the guy came in his pants didn't bother her one bit, in fact it aroused her. It didn't hurt her earnings that she'd do a full nude dance only if they paid $50 not $30.

She also admitted that like most of the girls were doing, after only another month, she ending up doing a bit more to earn money than just stage and lap dancing. The money was too good. But she didn't say any more, and I had promised to not interrupt. I winced but kept silent. I did know from what Barbie had offered exactly what that phrase, "extras" meant. Val also said it was from all her tips that she could now afford the weekly salon visits to pamper her literally from head to toe. And having seen the amazing results for the last five months, those girls did give Val the hot sexy vibe I did really love.

She explained for the first time that her salon routine that I'd enjoyed and not had to pay for since last fall meant that weekly her hair was pampered and dyed and given a perm depending on her mood. Also, if she wanted it, she had her black hair highlighted with blue, purple or red tints. It also meant a weekly mani-pedi. Her nail lady worked with her all fall based on Val's goal, super long, very strong nails. Val then scratched the top of my hand next, with her 2" long talons. I didn't say anything but even as angry as I was, I did moan. It was that hot.

Val smiled, noting that while she had started with her nails to match the other dancers, she had grown to love her nails as much as they and I did. By taking so long to grow them and not just glueing on fake nails, they were now really strong. Val had worked with her nail goddess from September, when they were just 1/2" to double the length each month so by November they were finally the 2" shiny bright red daggers she and I both loved. Also, in an early salon visit she got all those extra holes in her ears, telling me all the girls had at least four holes in each ear.

Next Val talked about her wardrobe, for the club and at home. She said she had decided to use about 20% of her money for clothes and shoes, her dancing and tips funded all the outfits and designer shoes in her walk-in closet and all the stripper wardrobe as well as the stylish designer stuff I'd found the other night. As I knew, not just in the strip club, she had grown to love the more risqué and sexy looks, tighter and shorter skirts and dresses, and super high heels. Val really got into wild fabrics, leather, spandex, lace and of course her new favorite, and mine, shiny latex.

Of course, with all of those new outfits she had to buy lots of lingerie and heels and boots. What I loved, but was mind boggling, is the shy girl who never owned more than 1/2" heels now walked like she was born in heels as high as 10". I looked over and kept my word, no questions, but rubbed my thumb against my two fingers next to my thumb. How much?

Val seemed to be doing math in her head and then giggled, blew me a kiss, and answered me,

"Baby as best I can guess between work and fun fancy stuff, I probably have spent $30K on all the stuff you've now discovered."

I smiled and feigned a heart attack but let her go on. Val didn't tell me how much she earned but told me she had to share two last things, what happened in the lap dance rooms and what ended up happening with that bold stripper, Barbie. Ok, as Val once again looked down silently, I took a deep breath, this was probably going to be the worst. But still I was a good boy and just made a hand motion to continue.

So, I knew that the real money was in the back rooms, though I had seen that 'Bella did pretty good up on the stage. But Val gave it to me truthfully. She had started on her first day, taking guys in back, but at first it was just a lot of touching and grinding on their hard dicks through their pants. But she confessed, by about a two months later, she was jacking guys off for the standard extra $40. I winced again but I wasn't all that surprised. But then Val slowed down and stared straight at me, not smiling at all, I figured the next part was going to be worse, a lot worse. And it was,

"TJ, I can't lie, right after Christmas, I let Carmen and Barbie convince me to do more. Yes, I was doing what all the girls did, and I know that doesn't make it ok. I was now sucking guys off, though always with rubbers on."

This pretty much crushed me. My loving, beautiful wife had been blowing guys in the back rooms of a strip club for probably over a month. I held my head in my hand and nearly started crying. But I had to hear it all. So, I recovered and stared silently over at the hottest woman I'd ever known. Somehow the woman I had thought would be the mother of my children was gone. I prepared for some more kidney punches together with some likely kicks in my nuts. At that point I was heartbroken and very sure my marriage was ending today.

At this point Val went silent again, then looked over at me and asked me one last question,

"Lover, I'm almost done, are you ok with me finishing? If you want me to tell you everything, I have to tell you about Barbie and me."

I took a deep breath, drank some more whiskey coffee and just nodded again. By now I was kind of numb from all the shocking revelations. I was at the point of shutting down, I didn't know if I could stand having a second session with more raunchy revelations. So, I decided to hear her out and then take a break while I decided what to do. Basically, I didn't know if I wanted to be within a 100 miles of this beautiful, but utterly deceitful woman.

Val, seeing me still sitting there, took a deep breath and gave me all the facts on Barbie, or more accurately, Barbie and her. The tall blonde had obviously been pursuing her from her first night stripping. But after that first night and kiss, Barbie was much more subtle, no more stolen kisses, no groping, or any kind of physical aggression.

Instead, along with Gina, Barbie became her best friend in the club over the next two months. They laughed together, traded tips on makeup, dance moves and just about everything. Val got comfortable with Barbie being in her personal space. She grew used to and liked the feeling of Barbie's hand on her arm or their thighs touching as they sat close to each other at the bar or in a booth.

But, Val confessed, looking back it was like the story of how you boil a frog, Barbie was moving so slowly Val had no idea she was really being seduced. By the end of September their goodbye kisses weren't polite kisses on the cheek. They had moved slowly to pecks on the lips, then it seemed natural for both of them to be kissing each other like lovers on the lips. Soon after, Val welcomed Barbie's tongue into her mouth again, with no resistance at all. Val admitted she was now kissing Barbie back passionately, somehow not bothered that she was kissing someone other than me and that it was a woman. I tried not to show any expression as my once faithful wife confessed the worst of her deceptions, her infidelity.

Val drank some more whiskey and took a deep breath and told me about the rest,

"Baby all through October and early November we were more and more affectionate. Kissing and hugging and then we started playing with each other, starting with each other's asses and boobs. But I was so desensitized I didn't think it was a big deal. Then two weeks before Thanksgiving, Barbie invited me over to her apartment, on a Monday afternoon for some advice on new outfits and some dance moves, one of the few days I wasn't working. That day everything changed."

She told me how they had started looking over different themed outfits for a possible dancing duo act that Carmen had been pushing hard. While they did this, they polished off a bottle of wine. I had seen all fall that Val did drink a lot more now, but that was still a lot for her tiny body. Then Barbie insisted they do some Tequila shots, three actually. Val admitted she was pretty drunk or high as a kite as she put it. She said she had to go pee, and Barbie told her to hurry back.

What I heard next from Val was exactly how unfaithful she was, in detail. Seeing her come back into the room, Barbie pulled out a huge blunt and fired it up. At first Val told me she was like, "Nope I don't do weed", but she got tricked. Barbie had turned away and took a huge hit and then pulled Val into her arms for a kiss. Val was pretty drunk and said she hadn't seen Barbie inhale. So, she claimed she was surprised and unable to stop her when Barbie shotgunned a big hit of weed down Val's throat. Wow, I was wondering where Val got so open to weed, now I knew, but Val wasn't done describing that fateful afternoon.

"TJ, I coughed a bit, but it was so much nicer than cigarette smoke. I had no choice but to take it in, as Barbie wouldn't stop kissing me. Then when she pulled back and brought the half smoked joint to my lips, I just wanted more. I immediately loved the rush I got from the weed. We traded tokes till the joint was gone and I was as stoned as any weed virgin can be."

It sounded like a setup, a planned seduction, that Barbie had planned all of this. But I needed to let Val get it all out, in her own way, so still, no questions. The rest of their afternoon together sounded like a porn movie script. Now that Val and Barbie were both drunk and stoned, Barbie began to rub and kiss Val all over. Val admitted that being very stoned and having Barbie rub her boobs over her T-shirt and then pull the shirt off so she could rub Val right on her always sensitive breasts was amazing.

And when the hot blonde kissed down from her neck to Val's chest to lick and suck her nipples over and over, she told me she got super wet and almost came from that alone. Val admitted she was starting to not care that she was about to make love to a woman. She was so stoned, wet and horny she needed relief. She did share that while Barbie and been loving on her boobs she had quickly worked a hand under her skirt and begun to play with Val's very wet pussy. I knew she was probably on the second person who had touched her there, but that seemed to make it worse in my mind.

Val didn't go into graphic detail but told me they had made love for the rest of the afternoon, eating each other out, having a fun 69 session and fucking each other with some of Barbie's big collection of sex toys. Then it got even worse. Val told me that it had not been a one-time thing. They had been lovers since then, with Val spending the night with Barbie every night I was out of town for my management training trips. Then she added another part of this situation. Sometimes her other good friend, Gina, who had been one of Barbie's lovers for a couple of years, joined them. Val told me that Gina was 100% lesbian, not bisexual like Barbie, and had told her from the first night she had seen her she wanted them to be lovers. WTF. I thought I could not be shocked any more, but that was when Val gave me more truth,

"Baby, I had been grossed out forever by the idea of two women together. But now, I just adore eating pussy. It is such a turn-on to eat out either Gina or Barbie. I might love it as much as you do."

Val also told me, at the end that when I was traveling for business she never even came home anymore, except to grab a new duffel bag with that night's outfits. I was beyond crushed. My once pure wife was the lead dancer at a strip club, sucking strangers' dicks, and had two lovers, another stripper and a waitress. My world was destroyed.

Val finally ended her confessions. She drank the last of her coffee and said it was my turn to talk, ask questions or say something. But I was unable to process anything more. I was so shocked and hurt I was unable to even think. I did what might have been the coward's approach and only said one thing to her,

"Val I am not sure we have any way to get past this. I need to think about all this. I was not expecting ten percent of what you have told me. And look, there have been so many deceptions and to find out you have not one but two other lovers, I don't know what to say. I need you to stay away from me for a while, a few days at least."

I'm not sure what would have been worse, me saying that or screaming and yelling at her. But she simply sagged in the chair across from me like I'd backhanded her across her tear-stained face. But I think Val was also overwrought. She didn't argue or fight with me. Val just looked worn out and just told me she'd grab some clothes and other items and go stay with a friend. I was very sure that the friend was Barbie, but what could I do at this point?

Now I had to think over everything. Did I even want to be married to Val? Could I accept anything? Did she want me or Barbie and Gina more?

End of Part III. NOT sure where this goes, I decided to leave it uncertain right now. Part IV will have to resolve Val's deceptions and map out some path forward, or not. Several alternatives outlined at this point. All of the variants are very different from each other.