Revenge Best Served Pt 02 Wifes View

REVENGE; BEST SERVED...

Wife's Viewpoint

By mysteriousquill

©2025 All Rights Reserved

PREFACE

It's been a while since I published anything to Literotica, not that I haven't been reading and voting on a regular basis. I'm glad to be back.

This is the second part of a fictional story that I started several years ago and finally made the time to finish it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Please read Part 1 - Revenge; Best Served... before reading this part. Wife's Viewpoint contains a lot of spoilers that are best left to the end of the entire story.

Because of its length, it is being published in the Novels & Novellas Category.

In case you didn't read the entire Preface in Part 1, as a

WARNING

, the story contains parts that could fit into Literotica Categories of; Anal, Erotic Couplings, Exhibitionist & Voyeur, First Time, Interracial Love, Loving Wives, Mature, Romance, and even a little Toys & Masturbation. Even though they are not separate official categories, there is some cheating, wife sharing, and cuckolding, which, for whatever reason, draws a lot of hate mail in the comments.

Simply put, please, if any of these categories are not to your liking, go read something else.

Everyone depicted in acts of sex are over the age of 18. Any resemblance or reference to real names or places is purely coincidental.

As with Part 1, I'm sorry to have to add this statement, but...

This is a copyrighted work, and not to be copied, altered, edited, or published in writing or other media, without the author's express written permission. ©️Copyright 2025

Enjoy!

CHAPTER ONE

Work, work, work... Yeah, I know, it seems like all you do these days is work. At least Mike, my husband of the last 35 years or so, gets to take a trip or two on the company's expense. I used to go on some of them with him, making mini-vacations out of them. But even then, they were vacations for me. Mike went to them, usually meetings or conferences, for his job. Just getting away from my job was like a vacation, but it wasn't as if we really got to spend that time together. Sure, sleeping in a nice hotel, at least going out to dinner out of town was nice, but it wasn't like we would go to a place of our choosing and spending the entire time with each other.

Over the last few years, with companies trying to cut corners and save a buck here and there, even those trips he took were in less glamorous locations. Staying in less expensive hotels became the new rule. Years ago, the company would even pick up the tab for employees to take their spouses along. That stopped too. Mike began hating having to go on these trips. He actually tried to get out of them when he could. As such, I stopped going with him. We saved up our vacation time and money to use for trips together, real vacations.

Mike was on one of those trips. Even though they were getting fewer and further between, it was still rather lonely without him.

Stacy, one of the girls I worked with, and I have become good friends, even though there is a little bit of an age difference. Stacy is still young enough to be a bit of a party animal. Her husband works the night shift and they really only see each other on weekends. Every couple of weeks we go out to one of the restaurants or bars for a drink after work. We're always afraid our offices at work are bugged, so it gives us a chance to talk about things at work without being overheard. It's great for relieving stress.

Stacy and I met on the parking lot just after getting off that Wednesday. We threw a few ideas back and forth on our choices of restaurants or bars. With Mike being out of town, Stacy suggested going to a restaurant to get something to eat first and then go get a drink.

We decided on the Red Dragon Palace, a little Chinese restaurant not too far from the office. While waiting for our food, we talked about work, particularly the owners. Just to keep from losing our appetite we changed the subject to where we would go for a drink afterwards.

"Have you seen that new place that opened up over the highway?" Stacy asked. "It's a female only club."

I thought for a second. I hadn't noticed it, but then again, I wasn't exactly looking for a club like that. "No. I haven't. Where is it?"

"It's up in that old shopping center they've been trying to fix up. I haven't been there yet, but a couple of the girls in the office said it's really hot. All male dancers."

I guess I was showing my age a little. I just shrugged my shoulders. "Really? What's the name?"

Cindy glanced at the ceiling and said, "The Chicken Coup... No! The Hen House. That's it. The Hen House."

I couldn't help but chuckle a little. "The Hen House, huh?"

"Yeah. I heard it's really good. All of the guys are supposed to be real hunks and they actually strip. I mean down to the G-string. And then some even show what's under that."

All I could really say was, "Oh, really?"

"Does that sound okay with you? I mean, I'd like to see it... I mean the club."

"Hmm, yeah, I guess so, if that's where you want to go."

Stacy looked a little perturbed. "Wait a minute, if you don't want to... This has to be both of our decisions. Why do I always have to pick the place?"

I certainly didn't want to sound like a prude. "No, no. I'm okay with it. I mean, if it's too much, we can always go somewhere else. It's been a while since I went to something like the old male review places."

"Okay. And like you said, if it's a little too risqué, we can go to another place."

We finished our dinner, maybe even a little faster. I followed Cindy up the road when I saw the glow coming from the shopping center a few hundred yards further. From that distance, it looks like a U.F.O. I hadn't been past the old shopping center in a couple of years. I was amazed at how much work the new owners had done. Except for the actual shape and styling, it looks like they had torn it down completely and rebuilt it.

At the far end was what used to be a big supermarket. Architecturally it resembles an aircraft hangar. The lights, mostly reds, blues, purples, and pinks, mostly neon, are dazzling to say the least. Across the front is the Name, "The Hen House". There is a big chicken all lit up. There are plenty of signs all around saying it's for women only with emphasis on being over 21 years of age.

We parked relatively close together, which wasn't easy to do considering the lot was packed. I put the top up on my Mustang GT convertible. We walked over to the line waiting to get in. There were around 20 or 30 ladies already waiting. It was a beautiful clear night and warm, so we didn't mind being outside.

"Gee, I hope this will be worth it," I said as we took a few steps.

It didn't take long before we were at the door. Two nice looking men in tuxes smiled as we got to the door. The jackets were tuxedos, but the pants were shorts.

"Good evening, ladies," the one said. "Just the two of you tonight?"

Stacy looked at me and then back at them. "Yes, just the two of us."

"Do you have a preference?" the one asked.

I stuttered as I let out a, "Hu... hu... huh?"

Both guys laughed. Unfortunately, so did Stacy.

"A table or the bar?" he asked.

"Oh! The bar will do," I replied.

Stacy jumped in, "Yes, the bar will be fine."

I felt myself blush at my interpretation of an obvious innuendo.

The other host looked inside and then at us, saying, "We have two perfect seats for you. Josh will escort you."

They unhooked the red velvet stanchion rope blocking the door and let us through. Another guy in a tux, Josh, took us to a desk where yet another guy sat in front of a cashbox.

Although I hold my age pretty well, and Stacy is obviously over twenty-one, we still had to show our drivers licenses.

"That'll be twenty dollars each, ladies," he said with a toothy grin.

Stacy forked over her twenty without any hesitation. I dug into my clutch purse and pulled out two ten-dollar bills. Not cheap by any means, but I was wondering what you get for twenty dollars.

The guy put a wrist thing on to show we had paid.

Josh smiled and said, "This way ladies."

Stacy was like a pro at this. She turned and followed Josh like she had done this sort of thing a thousand times. Maybe she had. I hadn't. I wouldn't say I'm naïve or anything like that, but I hadn't been to a place like this in...

dare I say

... over thirty years.

I lied. I went to a bachelorette party for one of the girls I worked with... probably...twenty-five years ago. But still... You get the idea.

I looked around the place as I followed Josh and Stacy over to the one bar. I must have looked like a kid in a candy shop, or more likely a kid at Disney World for the first time. The place is huge. It wasn't exactly dark. I guess "low-light" would be a better term. The walls and ceiling are painted black. The dividers and walls have brass rails along them. There are three bars. Each one has a stage behind it and what could be best described as a runway extending out from each one. There are tables and chairs and sofas all around. There is a dance floor in the center of the room with disco lighting. The music wasn't too loud or obnoxious.

Just like the signs outside say, "Ladies Only", the only men were the waiters and dancers. I was surprised that I was far from being the oldest lady there. There were quite a few ladies that are obviously in their 70's. But I'd have to say the majority were in their late 20's and 30's.

As we were taking our seats, Josh held my barstool for me as I sat down.

"Thank you for joining us tonight. Have a good time," he said as he turned and walked back toward the entrance.

Just then, our bartender approached us from the other side of the bar. "Good evening, ladies. I'm Phil, and I'll be taking care of you this evening. What can I get you?" He placed a square black napkin on the bar in front of each of us.

Phil is very charming and very good looking, around six-foot two, very muscular but not like a body-builder. He has a shaved head and is black. He was wearing a bowtie and very short tuxedo styled shorts. No shirt, no jacket.

I glanced at Stacy as if asking what she was drinking. She said, "I'll try one of your frozen Pina Coladas."

For a second, I felt like I was 21 again and was going to order the same thing. Then I woke up. "I'll have a tequila and a beer."

The bartender raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Salt and lime?"

I smiled back at him, saying, "Straight up. The tequila too."

Phil snickered as he turned away.

Stacy chuckled and said, "Party pooper."

I laughed back at her and asked, "Party pooper? Why do you say that?"

"I thought we were here to party and all you get is a shot and a beer?"

I continued to laugh. "Is there something wrong with acting my age while I party? Besides, my tequila alone will have more alcohol than your snowball."

Stacy smirked as she replied, "Okay, okay... mom."

We glanced around as we waited for our drinks. One of the waiters... dancers was putting on a show for a group at one of the tables. He started off with a tuxedo jacket but slowly took that off as he danced around the girls at that table. He stripped off his shorts, leaving him with a black satin G-string. As he danced around, it was obvious some of the girls were grabbing his penis, or at least trying to.

Phil brought our drinks and sat them down. "Is this your first time here?" he asked. Without turning around away from the show, Stacy replied, "Yes, our first time."

I smiled as I shot the tequila and sat down the empty glass. "Yes, our first time. Isn't it obvious?"

"I'm here most nights and haven't seen the two of you in here before."

Stacy was still enjoying watching the girls groping the one waiter. I smiled at Phil as I asked, "How long have you been open? We just learned about it."

"Actually, a little over two months."

I glanced around and then said, "It seems to have caught on pretty good. Is it like this every night?"

Phil smiled proudly as he replied, "Yeah, just about. You should see Fridays and Saturdays. You'd stand in line an hour to get in."

I was impressed. There aren't that many really good nightclubs around here, especially this far away from downtown. And then, to the best of my knowledge, it's the only one that caters to only women.

"I like it. Classy. Even the... ah...employees, waiters."

Phil laughed. "I guess I should take that as a compliment. Thank you."

I tripped over my tongue. "Ah...Uh...I didn't mean...I mean...I meant all of the guys, not just you. I mean..."

Laughing, Phil cut me off in the middle of my stutter. "I know what you mean. Thanks, from all the guys." He winked at me with a big smile. "That's what we are trying to get, a good reputation."

Like I said, charming. I could feel myself blushing. I took a big gulp of my beer. "I meant you are all so good looking... you included."

Phil pointed at my empty shot glass and half empty pint glass. "Would you like another?"

Stacy hadn't even had half of her frozen concoction. I picked up my beer and finished it in one gulp. "Yes, I'll have another round. Thank you."

I caught Stacy's eyes and shook my head. She moved closer to me and asked, "Is something wrong?"

I chuckled. "No, not wrong. Just... just... I don't know."

"Aren't you having a good time?" she asked.

"No, no. I'm having a terrific time. I'm just a little out of practice." I laughed.

Stacy laughed as she replied, "It will all come back to you. Just relax and be yourself." She went back to watching the show.

Phil made his way back to me, dropping off a few other refills on the way.

"Here you go, ma'am," Phil said as he slid the shot and beer in front of me.

I glared back at him as I retorted, "Ma'am? Ma'am???"

"I beg your pardon," he apologized. "Maybe if I knew your name."

"It's Cindy."

"Okay, Miss Cindy."

"Not Miss, just Cindy," I replied sharply, but with a smile.

Phil smiled back with a slight bow. "Okay, Cindy."

I picked up the tequila, raised it in a slight toast to him, and downed it.

Phil smiled and raised his eyebrows. "Another?"

I sat the shot glass down and slid it toward him. "Eventually, but not immediately."

Phil said, "I'll be back in a couple of minutes." He turned and walked up the bar. I figured he had other customers to wait on. I saw him set up a few of the other ladies seated at the bar. It was obvious some of them were regulars.

I turned in the direction Stacy was watching. The dancer at the table we'd been watching now had his penis out and it was erect. He was squirting whipped cream on it and letting the girls at the table take turns licking and sucking it off.

Stacy glanced at me, smiled wickedly, and said, "Looks like fun, doesn't it?"

I laughed and then said, "Yeah, I guess so."

"I'll bet you'd do that to Phil if you had the chance," she replied.

I coughed and then cleared my throat. "I don't think so."

"Oh, come on. Do you mean you wouldn't blow him if you had the chance?"

"Stacy, I'm happily married." I flashed my wedding ring at her. "I don't do that."

"I'm happily married too. But... I am also a woman. I have needs and desires and... fan-ta-seeeees." She winked with a wicked smile.

I sneered at her. "I'm a woman too, but I don't cheat on my husband."

"It's only cheating if he finds out," Stacy said with a deep wicked guttural laugh.

"Stacy! I don't believe you said that."

"I don't mean to fall in love with somebody else. I just mean to have cheap meaningless sex."

"I don't know about that."

"Do you mean to tell me you don't want something different. What, you've been married to Mike for what, 35 years?"

"Yes. We've been married for over 35 years."

"And in all that time, you have never had sex with another man?"

I proudly shook my head. "No, I haven't."

"And I guess you're going to tell me Mike has never had sex with another woman in all that time?"

"No, he hasn't. He loves me. We love each other. If he ever did, he'd tell me."

Stacy shook her head, and with the same guttural laugh said, "I'm sure he would. Love is not sex. There is a difference. Aren't you tired of the same 'ol thing?"

By that, I noticed Phil standing behind me. He had refilled my shot of tequila, but was obviously listening to Stacy and my conversation.

"Who's your friend, Cindy?" Phil inquired.

I stuttered briefly. "This is Stacy. Stacy, this is Phil."

Stacy smiled at me and replied, "Yes, I know he's Phil. Remember, we came in together when he introduced himself to us."

I glared at her.

Phil laughed. "You know, Cindy, Stacy's right. There is a difference between love and sex. I'll be back in a few, it's my turn to put on a little show."

Phil turned and walked to the other end of the bar. The music and lighting changed as he came strutting down the stage, just behind the bar. He now had on a tuxedo styled jacket. He began doing a sensual prance around the stage. The stage is more of a runway, like in a fashion show.

As he got in front of Stacy and me, he gyrated his hips at us. He worked his way down the stage stopping every so many feet to shake his torso at the ladies in front of him. He was generating quite a crowd at the bar. A lot of the ladies moved closer to the bar to get a better look at Phil.

Acting innocent, as if it were accidental, his shorts slipped down his legs. He kicked them off into the crowd. He closed his legs and cupped his hands in front of his G-string as if he was embarrassed.

Cute, but not very convincing.

Phil glanced over at me, smiled, and gave me a wink.

He slowly slid down the stage, teasing all of his admirers, dropping the jacket off his broad shoulders, before pulling it back up. When he got back to Stacy and me, he slipped the jacket off very sensually, and tossed it to me. All of the ladies applauded as Stacy placed it over my shoulders.

Phil spun around a few times and then, as before, very innocently, let his penis "slip" out from the G-string. He was looking at me, smiling the entire time. I think I gasped. He gyrated his hips in such a way that his penis bounced up and down just about in time with the beat of the music. The song finished and he put everything back in place and danced off the stage.

There was a tremendous applause from the crowd. At that point, it was obvious to me that Phil was one of the star attractions. The ladies slowly returned to their seats.

Stacy leaned over to me and said, "Now, tell me the truth, you wouldn't want some of that?"

I spun toward her. "What?"

"If you had a chance with that, you wouldn't take it?"

"Stacy, I told you..."

Interrupting me, Stacy said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, you're happily married."

"Yes, that's right," I replied proudly.

"Bullshit! You are either a fool or a liar." Stacy laughed.

"Stacy! I'm neither. I didn't come here looking to get laid. Just because you're on a diet doesn't mean you can't look at the menu."

"Yeah, but if the opportunity comes knocking..."

"Stacy...!"

"Okay, okay! But I saw the expression on your face when his dick popped out."

She had me.

Before I could catch myself, my expression must have revealed my feelings. Yes, he's good looking. Yes, he's built nice, very nice. Yes, he's younger, but not too much younger.

I ignored her and took a big gulp of my beer. I think Stacy knew I was getting uneasy about her comments and maybe getting a little mad.

One of the other dancers came strutting by, shaking his penis at us as he rolled his hips to the music. Stacy motioned him over and whispered something to him. A few seconds later, he placed his penis on my left knee. I just looked at him and then shot Stacy a look of contempt.