This site is dedicated to Charlotte.​

 

When we found each other. She was 19 and I was 20.

Separate, oil and water.

Together, Yin and Yang.

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The short story is this. When we were friends, she told me her number.  So, before we officially got together, I had one question about her past. Would I know any of her previous boyfriends and was there any chance we would have to deal with them in the future if we did get together. 

She said no, they were all 200 miles away in the town she moved from a year prior.

With that said, I was confident to begin our journey together.

Then two decades into our marriage, she said that over half of her previous partners were actually after she moved to my town.

I asked why she lied about that when I asked her all those years ago.

She didn't answer the question, deciding to drop this knowledge on me instead. What came out of her mouth next not only left me speechless, but it also became our relationships catastrophic moment.

She explained that when we were just friends and she was working as a stripper, the young guys didn't pay attention to her because they liked the girls with the huge racks. The older professional guys did pay attention to her. So much so, they would give her huge tips for lap dances hoping for some action after close. They gave her so much money in fact, she felt a sense of obligation.

So, after closing time, she would leave with them and go fuck them somewhere or fuck them right there in the bar parking lot. She went on to say, she also fucked random strangers from the club as well. Her words, "If I saw a hot guy, I was going to fuck him by the end of that night". 

She went on to say she had a great time when she worked there and enjoyed being and acting out the fantasies of patrons for the night.

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I said, first off, thanks for the fucking visual and the tactful delivery, but you didn't answer my question. Why did you lie in the first place?

She said, I didn't "We never ran into any of them".

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​Fun Fact: The strip club she worked at is four miles from our front door. The club averaged 175 patrons a night. That means that 

 the estimated 30K guys that saw her topless and the parade of patrons of the club she fucked had been surrounding me for the last 25 years.

How would I know if I ran into one of them? Hell, I could be working with someone that she fucked. My boss could have fucked her. Have you seen Office Space!

Also, that statement is the only one she is going to share. No follow ups. She is silent to the subject now. I asked her," how many guys were a part of that scene" and she said that the number isn't important. But it is to me. A year and a half before we got together, while we were friends, she told me her number was 27. So that number had had to have at the very least tripled after 8 more months of being a sex worker at the strip club.

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I have no idea what to do with this new knowledge. I have been living a false reality for two decades. I don't know where to go from here. How to process it all.

​As a means to work through this myself I began building this site. 

One of the many things I thought about was, at this point why limit her exposure to

just the 30,000 men that watched her shake her tits and ass on stage or performing lap dances at the strip club and the aforementioned platoon of guys that she was more than willing to fuck for money. 

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That was the starting point and that

was the fucking preface of the site.

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​​If you have any advice about my situation, even if it's just to share your story or laugh at mine, I would appreciate it if you would leave it in the comments section. The comments are not posted on the site unless I approve them. So, if you want me to read but not post it, just let me know. If you comment I will give you free access code to the VIP Room. You comment is not required to be posted to gain access.

Let me hear your comments. Trust me, the access will be well worth your time.

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