Cheated Wives Club

Prologue

How many of you guys ever think about the loose girls from your younger days? You know the type I mean, the 'fun girls.' The ones you got drunk and fucked. Maybe you even gang-banged one with your friends. Did you ever wonder what happened to them after you used them and tossed them aside? Or did you knock one up and have to marry her?

I sometimes wonder how many of those girls needed therapy after being used and dumped. Or maybe she had a kid out of wedlock and ended up raising a child alone and living in poverty.

I didn't start out as a fun girl. But when I was in college, my best girlfriend and I met two guys who were close friends, and I thought my guy was Mister Right. He and I seemed to hit it off, dating exclusively with each other for about a month or two. Then things between us slowly changed. Around that same time, my girlfriend ditched her guy, saying he was a pervert. Maybe I was just a little more adventurous.

I certainly wasn't raised to be a prude. Growing up poor, I grew to be a tall, well-built, busty girl with long, black hair and a nice smile. My unwed mother (go ahead, called me a "bastard," I've heard it before) taught me that I should learn to use my assets to get what I wanted!

"Just be careful and use protection!" mama advised.

Unfortunately, the timing of watching my periods and precautions with condoms didn't always work out as planned. Accidents happen! Then getting married due to an unplanned pregnancy is not a good start to the long-term relationship.

When the marriage finally cracks under stress and you're both ready to quit, there's the kid to think about. Divorce isn't easy or painless, and disruptions to a kid's already stressful teenage years is often a recipe for disaster. So, some wives endure to just "suck it up" until the time is right, while some clueless husbands think THEY hold all of the cards!

Book Club

This month, the book the club selected for us to read was about a hooker, and Cindy hosted this Saturday morning's meeting.

Sandra (the neighborhood Queen of the gossiping bitches) mentioned that her husband, Jack is now a member of "The Club" at the Marquis Hotel. And with the way she proudly said that, the rest of us subtly glanced at each other, our eyes darting around to see if anyone was going to explain it to her.

"His siblings gave him that membership for his fifty-fifth birthday last month," Sandra explained. "They're paying for it from his Family Trust Fund or from their charity Foundation."

"I've heard of The Club," Cindy admitted, but not revealing the rumors everyone else heard about it. "My husband and I went to that bar in the hotel's penthouse restaurant one evening. But I didn't see any signs for any special 'Club' there, just the hotel restaurant and public nightclub."

"Jack said it's an exclusive club by invitation only," Sandra explained, as if she were enlightening the rest of us. "Apparently, only the members know where and when they meet. The membership buy-in and monthly fees are too high for most people," Sandra explained, still bragging. "His family's paying for his membership, so he can make contacts among the rich club members for donations."

"I thought you always hosted the donor dinners for his charity," Allison said.

"I do," Sandra explained. "But he said he's reaching out for contacts in The Club to find others. I was just wondering if anyone else is a member there, because it's rather expensive and exclusive," and she said that in a smug way, obviously trying to flaunt her husband's importance.

Some of us try to ignore Sandra, not letting her gossip and judgmental attitudes get to us. But I think everyone sees her as a bitch, with her 'holier than thou' attitude. She seems to take joy in anyone's discomfort when she publicly airs any dirty secrets she can find.

Sandra spent several months last year spreading a rumor behind Lori's back and being careful to keep Lori in the dark. It was just a few months ago, when she seemed pleased with herself at the shocked expression on Lori's face as she finally told Lori her husband had a mistress! Sandra had let the rumors simmer for months, so there'd be no denying it when she finally told Lori.

I glanced at Stacy to see her reaction to Sandra's bragging about her husband and The Club. While almost everyone in town heard about it, Stacy, I, and a few of the other wives here have a little more information about it. But we didn't bother to enlighten Sandra as to what that really meant.

###

Outside the house when everyone was leaving, we waved goodbye to Sandra, Allison, Lori, and two others as they went to their cars. Six of us walked a little slower, pretending to be talking about the book until they were all out of ear shot. With Sandra's mentioning The Club, Stacy now asked if any of us had plans to go there.

Carla was the only one in our group standing here who planned ahead for a reservation. "I called Carl yesterday, so a limo is picking me up at six o'clock this evening."

Some of us see that place as our social club for those who are in our same situation. But nobody's ever forced to go to the Club, we just go there when we feel like it.

"How about the rest of you?" Stacy asked.

"Not this week," the others replied, with Margie adding that her husband has been a good boy since her last visit.

"Dan said he doesn't want me going there anymore," Margie said. "He's spending more time with me every evening and watching me like a hawk! I told him if I ever catch him cheating on me again, I'll fuck some guy bareback and bring it home for Dan to lick it out of me. Otherwise, I'll see him in divorce court!

Lindsey giggled, saying "Wow, there's a harsh bitch."

"I'm being nice and giving him a choice," Carla said with a smile.

"O-kay!" Stacy said drawing the word out, then grinning at Margie's sense of power over her husband.

"Sandra acted like she's never heard of 'The Club,' Lindsey added. "Do you really think she's that naïve? I thought everyone knew about it."

"Sandra might be the only one in town by now who doesn't know," Stacy said. "You heard her a few months ago, when she said she only had one boyfriend before she married her husband, Jack. And I doubt she spreads her legs anymore for him. So, theirs is a weird marriage. I think she has blinders on when it comes to sex. She's probably content in her role with their charity Foundation, as long as Jack's around to pay the bills."

"We all know he had a

'sugar baby,'

paying her way through college," I said, reminding them of that piece of gossip. "But I heard the girl graduated college and moved away two months ago."

"That's probably why Jack joined The Club," Stacy observed just before opening her car door and getting in to leave.

###

It was noon this Saturday after the book club meeting. When I came home, my husband, Matt was standing in the kitchen fixing a sandwich for lunch.

I decided it was time I confronted him with some recent bank transactions I found when I checked our accounts that morning. Things between us were getting increasingly more distant over the past year or more. Since our son went off to college, things between us were getting even worse. But before I could say anything, Matt blurted out; "I'll be away next weekend finalizing the latest contract proposal."

"Yeah, right," I said in resignation, knowing the truth. "Is it all work during those weekends? Your old high school girlfriend will probably be there. Right?"

"Glenda's the Proposal Manager, so of course she has to coordinate it all," he admitted.

When I learned that he hired his old girlfriend as a proposal manager three years ago, I assumed there was more than a working relationship going on between them. Things quickly started going downhill between us, with his working late and avoiding me in bed. So, I did some digging.

"Does she take care of everyone on the proposal team?" I asked, not sounding angry, because this wasn't their first work weekend.

"Glenda's not a whore if that's what you're implying, not like someone we both know!" Matt insisted, and with that word 'whore' this was it! The

'gloves were off,'

and he was turning this into a

'bare knuckle'

fight!

He didn't hold back when he angrily added; "How many guys did you fuck for money when we were in college?"

If that's the way he wants it, then it's dirty laundry time!

"THREE guys helped me pay my rent for favors after YOU turned me down, and you've KNOWN that since before we married! But you first shared me with your friends long before that, you hypocrite!"

"Whore!"

"Do you remember the first time, getting me drunk for your friends to use me? And it wasn't the only time you did it. So, after that, why should I just entertain them for free! It's MY pussy!"

"That didn't mean you could do anyone else!" Matt insisted.

"When you passed me around to your four friends," I pointed out "you lost any right to control MY body! How often did you and your gang do that with THEIR girlfriends?"

"We were best friends in high school, and that's what we all agreed when we went away to college," he said defensively. "

All for one, and one for all!

Anyone who had a girlfriend for more than one month was expected to share! A few of those friends even helped us later after graduation by sending contracts my way!"

"You basically pimped me out to your friends for their favors," I pointed out.

"We were all having fun together!" he responded.

"How'd that work out for you when I got pregnant in our Sophomore year?" I asked. "Did you think that was fun for ME? I told you when you finally asked me to marry you to stop me from getting the abortion, that

'forsaking all others'

shit was off the table for any marriage vows, since you started those gangbangs!"

"My parents wanted a grandson!" he said, trying to defend himself. "And they paid you to have my kid! That's the only reason I proposed."

"They took their time before ever sending me any money, liar! They just conned me into waiting too long. I asked you for the rent money I needed, before I ever asked anyone else. What did you expect? That I'd move into your 'Animal House' to be their permanent house fucktoy?"

"Whore!" he again insisted, rubbing it in my face.

"You married me just so I'd give the baby your name. And you agreed to support us," I pointed out, "It was bad enough with your occasional flings cheating on me early on. But you've been so busy WORKING with your old girlfriend these last few years that your company is failing. You're not getting the bonuses to pay off your 'secret' credit card!"

And with that revelation, he looked surprised. "You thought I didn't know about that card? Is that why you took the money out of our son's college fund, but didn't make the tuition payment?"

"We've had some bad luck," Matt admitted sheepishly. "The proposal we're working on next weekend will turn it around. When we win the contract in two weeks, I'll replace that money."

"Why are we even staying together?" I asked in frustration. "Your parents were no help when it came to raising Jason. I've been the stay-at-home-mom raising our son with no family support. Now that he's old enough and off at college, we can call it quits, and you can shack up with your slut."

"No," he said, and in a tone which I realized he at least thought about it. "She can't afford to divorce her husband any more than I can afford to toss you out! We'd have to sell this house and split everything between us. If you want to stay in this neighborhood, we're not divorcing!"

"I'm only forty years old," I pointed out. "It's time we just cut the bullshit and go our separate ways."

"No," he insisted. "You're still my wife, and we have an image to maintain!"

"Ahhh!" I said with a nod of my head. "Marriage and this house is just for show," I noticed in resignation. "Your potential customers might not want to deal with a proposal Director living in a trailer or one-room apartment. Do you expect me to stay at home to take care of your house!"

"That's enough!" he shouted. "I'm doing the best I can. You could go out and find a job to help!"

"You're right!" I said, then I had to throw salt on it. "I am looking for a job I'm QUALIFIED to do, other than cleaning toilets until I'm dead, like my mother did. But I didn't get to finish MY college degree, because of YOU and YOUR parents' scheme."

He just turned and stormed off, taking his lunch toward his home office.

I didn't try to follow him to continue arguing. I already knew everything I needed to know, and there was nothing to be gained by arguing anymore.

As a naïve girl in college, I thought I found Mister Right, the guy who came from a nice family with money. So, I followed him down his rabbit hole of drinking and perversions, until it was too late.

It's not that I didn't love our son. But when I got pregnant, I couldn't stand the thought of raising a child as an unwed mother, as MY mother did! I didn't want to see my child going hungry or being teased by the mean kids. Mama did her best for me. But I wanted MORE for any child of mine, and I felt forced into making the best of the bad choices after I got pregnant!

Matt still thinks I'm just a clueless bimbo who he might have knocked up in college. He never asked for a paternity test, after his parents found out I was pregnant and insisted that he marry me. They convinced me that if I agreed to forego an abortion, they'd provide financial support for the baby. But after I was too far along, they just didn't follow through with those promises. Their grandson was born, and we got almost nothing to handle the expenses of raising a child!

I wonder if they found out about the gangbangs their son arranged with his friends. Or was it something Matt told them, like calling me a whore that had them walking away from me. They might have doubted Jason carried their genes. I used condoms with all of my encounters, other than when Matt got me drunk with his friends. Maybe I should have taken my chances and insisted on a paternity test to prove the baby was Matt's. It's a fifty-fifty chance, since our son doesn't have the right complexion for three of Matt's four gangbang friends.

###

Friday, as expected, Matt texted that he wouldn't be home until Sunday at five o'clock. I knew that it was just his excuse to use his company's proposal development expense account for him and his girlfriend's weekend fling.

I had a friend keep tabs on him for one of those 'work weekends.' There were others who came and left their hotel room. But my contact managed to get into the room by posing as room service and left a small spy cam.

The others who went in and out of the room during the day seemed to be mostly there for the real proposal work. But they didn't stay all night like my husband and his slut did. However, the spy cam video did get some compromising videos of the two of them and even one threesome.

The Club

It was three months since the last time Matt said he was working over a weekend. With nothing else to do, I once again contacted our Club manager. As expected, Carl gave me a reservation for seven o'clock that Saturday evening!

I thought about going there Friday evening, since that bastard husband was going to be with his slut that night, too. I just felt like spending that evening home alone and watching a 'chick flick.'

Friday evening was spent curled up on the couch with a bottle of wine, watching "

The Women.

" It seemed an appropriate movie for my mood, with Meg Ryan playing the wife who finds out her husband had a mistress and was cheating on her. I liked the scene where she was angry, wondering why her husband would need another woman, when she said; "

I can suck a golf ball through a garden hose!

"

So, Friday was spent to get through my melancholy evening, getting over this latest betrayal and resolving to move on with what I had to do.

The next Saturday, I was ready to go out for my reservation by six o'clock.

I was dressed in my sexiest outfit when the limo pulled up to the curb in front of our suburban home. I waited inside the front door of the house until the chauffeur, Brad came to the door and escorted me to the limo, holding the car door open for me.

When I walked up to the car, I noticed the bulge of Brad's suit jacket under his left arm as he held the door. This was just my sixth time going to the Club, and I hadn't noticed that before under his jacket.

"Are you armed?" I asked, surprised that he might be carrying a concealed weapon.

"I work exclusively for Carl, and there has been an occasional husband who caught his wife leaving or returning. That's why I always come to your door. I'm ready to end any disagreements a husband might start," he said with confidence.

I heard a story a few months ago that someone tried to press charges against a limo driver. Some husband said he was threatened, but otherwise unharmed. When the local District Attorney looked into the matter, he dropped the charges against that driver.

I thought I recognized that D.A. at least once at the bar near the Matre'd station, where we check in to The Club.

"If you ever need my help," Brad added "You have my number, so just send a text and I'll be here as soon as I can. Carl said my job is to ensure you always feel safe to return to the Club anytime you want."

"Thank you," I replied, as I climbed in, sat in the back seat, and he closed the door.

Lindsey was already in the Limo sitting beside me and Stacy was sitting across from us, facing us when she asked, "What's Matt's excuse for not being home this evening, Julie? Working on another proposal?"

"Of course," I replied in resignation. "And let me guess, Dave has clients in town and George is working late in the office," I said, referring to Stacy and Lindsey's husbands.

"I always go to The Club when Dave is busy in the evenings entertaining his clients," Stacy admitted.

I guessed that it must be a monthly outing for Stacy. Her husband's job included arranging company team-building events and other parties for their clients.

"Yeah," Lindsey replied, sounding dejected or resigned to her fate. "I hoped George learned his lesson after that last time. But I caught him again this week, so here I am! My parents are watching our toddler tonight. But with him doing it again, I've been wondering; Do either of you know if Carl would give me a regular reservation?"

"Are you thinking of making it a career?" I asked, a little shocked that someone as young as Lindsey might be thinking of doing that to her marriage. After all, the few I knew at the Club who were there more than one or at most two nights per month were older, already divorced, or they had a strange relationship with their husband. But Lindsey wasn't even thirty years old!

"You'd be surprised how many husbands around this area are cheating on their wives," Stacy said. "I think Carl has his hands full with enough angry wives getting their revenge with some 'no strings attached' easy sex hook-up. He once told me he has at least two wives from the area coming in every night, and six or more on the weekends."

"It's better than the alternatives," I admitted "sitting at home and getting drunk, or going out to a bar to pick up some stranger for company as revenge. I can't imagine hooking up with some guy just for a few cheap drinks."

"Do either of you ever feel cheap, like a whore for doing it?" Lindsey asked sounding hesitant, now maybe thinking she should be ashamed for going there.

"Oh, hell no!" I exclaimed. "My mama always taught me to use what I've got any way I want, as long as I stay safe. It's MY body, not my husband's!"

"And Carl provides a clean, safe place," Stacy added. "Besides, I find it rather exciting to role play being a 'Lady of the Night.' Doing this while I know my husband's out '

secretly

' getting his hose cleaned along with his clients is appropriate payback." Stacy emphasized that word secretly to make her point.