I tried to write a story similar to those posted in Literotica back when I first began reading and posting here. Adventurous wives, and husbands who loved them, were more en vogue. Revenge was less severe and far less ubiquitous. Husbands seemed happier in those days, as did their wives. Thanks for reading and have a great holiday season. Hopefully, 2021 will be the best year of your life... thus far. Read on.
"What the fuck!" The yell awakened Tom Benton from a sound sleep. It had been so loud and so strident that Tom had not only been awakened, but he had immediately jumped out of bed and began looking for his pants, fearing the cabin was on fire or under attack from some evil force.
As he was putting his foot into a pant leg, Drew Wilson came storming into his room. Drew was still in his boxers as he waved his phone around and began cursing again.
"That cocksucker! I'll kill the fucker. Then I'll destroy my bitch of a wife!" Drew yelled as he suddenly turned and marched out of Tom's room, leaving his very confused friend behind.
Tom was certain he had never known a couple more in love than Drew and Jan Wilson. Drew never spoke ill of Jan. Quite the opposite, he was always bragging about what a great wife and mother she was to their two kids.
Tom heard Drew open Bill's door and storm in while shouting loudly. "Your fucking wife is naked, too! Shit! All our wives are whores."
"What in hell is wrong with you, Drew?" demanded Bill from his bed as Tom made his way to the door to listen. "We all have damn good wives. You know that. Hell, they never complain when we take a day off to go fishing. Did Jan tell you to come home or something?"
"You thought we had good wives, but that was before I got videos and pictures from that fucking asshole, Godfrey Fucking Jenkins. The cocksucker just sent me some shit showing our wives dancing topless at fucking Pussy Galore."
"What in hell are you talking about?" snapped Bill with some anger. "Betty sure as hell didn't dance topless at a strip club. It's only been the last few years that she lets me leave the lights on when she comes to bed. I don't appreciate you tossing shit out about my wife!"
"Well, she left the fucking lights on last night," declared Drew. "I've got to admit she's got a nice set of tits."
"Now you've gone too far!" snarled Bill as he leapt from his bed and headed toward Drew with his hands balled into fists. "I'm going to have to kick your ass."
"Look at this shit before you get those tighty-whiteys all bunched up," shot back Drew as he sneered at Bill's white bikini briefs and held his phone up for Bill to see.
"Wow!" exclaimed Bill. "Heather has great tits. Thanks for showing me that video, but it still doesn't give you an excuse to speak about Betty that way."
"Heather?" shouted Tom from the doorway. "I should slap the shit out of you for talking about her like that."
"Heather?" repeated Drew as he pulled his phone back so he could view it. "I didn't see that video. You're right, Bill. She's got quite a nice set."
"What the fuck is wrong with you two?" demanded Tom angrily. "We don't talk about our wives like this, unless we've all had a few beers, of course."
"I'm talking about the videos and pictures fucking Godfrey Jenkins took last night at Pussy Galore. Our wives were there for amateur night and stripped while that sleazy bastard watched and took pictures."
"Heather would never do that!" protested Tom. "I know my wife. She was never one of those wild-child types and certainly didn't become one after having two kids."
"Let me ask you this. Does Heather have a small birthmark by her left nipple?" questioned Drew as he looked closely at his phone.
"Fuck! Give me that damn phone," insisted Tom as he grabbed the phone from Drew.
"Holy shit! Jan's tits are bigger than I realized," observed Tom as he stared at Drew's phone.
"You prick! Stop looking at Jan's tits," growled Drew as he jerked his phone out of Tom's firm grasp.
"We need to stop looking at each other's wives' tits and figure out what happened and what we're going to do," suggested Bill while Drew still glared at Tom.
"I have a better suggestion," stated Tom. "Let's face it. Godfrey saw the girls' tits, and so did a bunch of other guys. We'd have to be pretty damn dumb to be the only guys around to not see their tits. Let's study the pictures and videos, just to see if we can get any clues about how this all came about; plus I'd like to see Jan's and Betty's tits."
"That makes sense," agreed Drew. "I did enjoy what I saw of your wives' chesticles. I just wish Jan had worn pasties."
Two hours later, the three men were sitting in a small motorboat, occasionally casting their lines, but mostly discussing their situation. None of them had ever had any indication their wives would be willing to expose themselves in public, let alone in a club full of horny beer drinking men.
"What are the odds that Godfrey would be at the strip club last night?" wondered Tom out loud.
"I can answer that," revealed Drew. "He called me Thursday afternoon right after I got home from work. He wanted to know what we were doing this weekend. None of us want that asshole fucking up one of our fishing trips, so I told him we were going to sneak off to the Pussy Galore to drink some beer and see some tits."
"You told him that? I guess it makes sense in a way, but we never go to strip clubs. He should know that. We're all married and our wives would kill us if we went there and they found out," reasoned Bill.
"He asked how our wives felt about it, so I told him we were telling the wives we were going fishing so they wouldn't be suspicious," replied Drew. "He knows that for a bunch of tough talking men, we're pretty much scared shitless of our wives."
"Maybe I used to be, but I'm not sure I even want to stay married," responded Bill. "This is pretty damn big. How many times have they done this kind of thing, or even worse, while we were at the lake innocently drinking beer and fishing?"
"I never thought about that," admitted Tom. "I would've bet Heather was a demure conservative wife before this happened. Now I wonder if she's been cheating and lying to me our whole marriage."
"You can bet if one of them is cheating, they all are," declared Drew. "You know how close those three have been ever since they roomed together in college. That's how we got to know each other. Bill, you knew the girls back then. You started dating Betty her senior year. Am I not correct in thinking they weren't party girls in those days?"
"There's two negatives in that question, rendering it very fucking confusing," answered Bill before he took another swig of beer. "They were pretty much nerds back then. I met Betty at Walmart and started talking with her while we were waiting to check out. That was back when they had cashiers.
"She was really thin with thick glasses and wore those long dresses, but there was something about her personality that made me ask her out. The more I saw of her, the better I liked her. She's put on about fifteen pounds in all the right places since then, wears contacts and dresses pretty good, at least when she bothers to wear clothes."
"I saw some of the pictures Heather has from her college days," offered Tom. "She was pudgy with skin problems and self esteem issues. She told me she almost never dated. When I met her at a cousin's wedding, she had dropped some of the weight and covered her acne with makeup. She looked sexy as hell to me. She's lost a few more pounds since then and her skin problems have cleared up. You both saw how good she looks nude."
"We certainly did, Stanley," replied Drew in a poor attempt to imitate Oliver Hardy. "You guys have already heard that Jan was actually anorexic in college. She was 5'6" and weighted a little over 80 pounds. She finally got some professional help and added thirty pounds. She works out a lot and it's mostly muscle. She's really fit now."
"That may be the key to this," announced Bill. "We each pretty much admitted our wives weren't the hottest girls in college, but ten years later, they're a lot sexier and more attractive than a lot of the more popular girls who graduated with them.
"We scooped them up while they were in the 'ugly duckling' stage. Now they're swans and we're holding them back. Face it; they could do a lot better. We saw each other in our underwear this morning. We have to admit we aren't exactly studs."
"You think they're ashamed of us? They're all so attractive they can do better now? Do you think they regret marrying us?" asked a dejected Drew.
"Maybe they don't regret marrying us so much as they regret missing the fun their more attractive friends had in school," reasoned Tom. "Hell, I went to a few strip clubs years ago, and a lot of college girls stripped on amateur night for fun, to show off their bodies or just on a dare. No one ever felt it was a terrible thing at the time."
"Those were college girls. They weren't in their thirties with husbands and kids," pointed out Bill. "They didn't lie to anyone, except maybe their parents, which is expected. How do we stay married when we don't know how long this has been going on, or what else they might be doing? Hell, they could be turning tricks or giving those special lap dances in the back room."
"It seems to me that our lack of accurate information is hindering our decision making," stated Drew. "It's bad enough they lie by omission and sneak out to strip in that damn club, but what if that's just the tip of the iceberg? I might be able to get past a one time lapse of sanity, but if this has been going on for awhile, or keeps going on, I know I won't be able to stay married. If I can't trust my wife, it's a deal breaker."
*****
"I can't believe what we did last night. How could we ever think that it was a good idea?" asked Heather for the tenth time as she and her friends sat in Jan's living room.
"Drew told Godfrey the guys were sneaking off to that strip club after they told us they were going to the cabin to fish. I heard him say it. He didn't know I was even in the house," insisted Jan.
"We all hate when someone lies to us, especially our husbands. It was just a way to teach them a lesson, one they'd never forget," added Betty.
"I'll tell you who won't forget! That damn Godfrey and a half dozen guys who work for Tom on his construction crew," sobbed Heather. "I bet they've told him all about his wife running around on stage naked with dozens of men ogling her by now. Tom's going to divorce me. I know he will."
"We weren't naked," corrected Jan. "We did have g-strings on."
"That sure as hell isn't enough to make it okay with Tom," countered Heather. "Why did you ever agree that we'd mingle with the so-called patrons for half an hour after our dance? That was pure insanity."
