(A work of Fiction.)
Wednesday Evening.
During conversations over the past several years, my wife has regaled me during dinner with tales of gossip from her office. Some stories were of the possibly fiction adventures of 'girls night' of the other women in the business. I asked about these 'girls nights' and informed it was only drinks and blowing off stress after a hard work week. I made it clear where I stood about 'girls night'.
Call me 'Old Fashioned', and that's fine by me. I was raised in a small town where everyone knew everyone's business. My parents enforced in my brothers and I, simple rules such as, "If it feels wrong, it probably is wrong." and my favorite was "Married people have no business in bars. Only cheaters and drunks are in bars."
After graduating from college, I worked as a manager for a corporate restaurant chain where I managed a nightclub. I have seen cheaters and predators are work in bars up close.
I had hoped that I would never have to have this conversation with my wife. I thought I was clear.
After dinner, the our teenagers went upstairs to do whatever teenager boys do, when Nita came over and sat beside my on the sofa where I was flipping channels.
"Honey, do you care if I go out with the girls on Friday night?"
"Of course, I do." was my reply. I put the remote down, and turned to face her.
She smiled. "Honey, they're not like what you think."
I countered with, "Of course, they are. They are married women going to bars and nightclubs where they pretend to be single 'teenage' girls again, and fuck men other than their husbands."
"Everyone says that they do get their motors revved up, but they go home and fuck their husbands for all its worth."
"Bullshit." I said. "And how did they get their engines revved up? Kissing men not their husbands, touching men, or being touched by men not their husbands?" I thought a second. "And, you know that Sheryl's alcohol problem started from going to a Girls Night. If she had never started going, she probably would never had become an alcoholic."
Nita started running her fingers over my dick, feeling it start to rise. "But, I want to go. I'm forty, and the girls think I need to see that I'm still pretty and sexy."
I was not getting any happier. "So we want other men, other than me, telling you that you're sexy and beautiful? Don't I do that enough?"
I took her hand off my crotch.
"You have to say that, you're my husband."
Grrrr, I thought. "I don't have to say those things, I say them because they're true."
I stood up to go to our bedroom. "I will give a chance to make the right decision. I will not stop you from going with the girls on Friday, but you will not like the consequences of doing it."
Conversation over.
Friday Evening.
Nita smiled at herself. She looked good in her 'little black dress'. Her neckline showed a hint of cleavage, and the hemline was short, but not too short. She picked up her clutch, and placed it under her arm as she picked up her keys. She walked down the hall from their first floor master suite.
"Honey, I'm off."
I walked out from the downstairs bath applying after shave on my fresh shaved face. I was dressed in my best black suit. My clothes perfect, my hair perfect, and my smile perfect.
Shock was on her face. "Why are you dressed like that?" Now anger was starting to show.
"I'm going out tonight, also." I tugged my shirt sleeves down my jacket cuffs. "If you think I'm staying home while you go out with the whores from work, then you are sadly mistaken. If you can go act like a single woman, then I can act like a single man."
With that said, I walked past her, entered the garage, and drove away.
I was apprehensive as I entered the first club. The men in suits were in the minority. I was trying to look successful, not desperate. I was leaning against the bar watching the room. There was a table of four young women looking at me.
Almost finished with my first drink when, a little blond came from that table and approached me. "Do you dance, or are you here just to look?"
Taking her hand, I led us onto the dance floor. I used to love to go dancing when I was single, I found that I missed it. I told her my name, and she was Miranda. After three dances, she invited me back to their table.
Several rounds of drinks were bought by me over the next few hours. I danced with all the women. They were young and single. Did I mention, Hot! Suzanna, Double D, and Kara were the other women. Double D was this little women with large breasts, who was bra-less. Lord, twenty four year breasts were bouncing everywhere as we danced.
Unknown at the time to me, but my wife and her four 'friends', and I don't believe that a real friend would try to destroy other women's happy marriages, had entered the nightclub and were looking for a table.
Suzanna and I were ending a dance and making our way back to the booth where Miranda and Double D were waiting when Suzanne noticed my wife staring at us. At the booth, I looked around until I found Nita looking at me with fire in her eyes. I waved, and sat down beside Miranda.
My eyes watched them as Nita led her group straight to our booth. "Would you like to join us?" I asked upon their arrival. My group scrunched over to make room except Kara, who had left with a young man which made a little more room. Nita's friends started sitting down. They were unaware of who I was.
My wife stood beside me and looked down on me. "What do think you're doing?! You are a married man."
"Well don't be so shocked, my lovely wife, I told you that if you were going out and acting like a single woman there would be consequences. These are some of the consequences. If you can act single then so can I."
The thought of her slapping me crossed my mind.
Looking at her seated 'friends', I asked. "Which of you talked my wife into throwing away almost twenty years of marriage to going sluting around tonight?"
Blank stares and no answers.
"Where are your husbands? Are they sitting home with the kids while you fuck around, or are they at home fucking your baby sitter while you fuck some stranger tonight?"
That got me the slap.
Double D ask a question that would explode the table. "Do you women have Open Marriages?" She smiled and looked at me then Nita. "If you have an Open Marriage then I can't wait to fuck John tonight. If he fucks like he dances, I might be in Heaven."
Nita shook her right fist at Double D, then stormed off. I watched as she exited the building.
"She's our ride." said one of her 'friend' group. They started to race after her, but I stopped them. "Stay have some fun, and I'll take all of you to your houses in a little while."
I danced at least a couple dances with each of her friends over the next two hours. They were sluts. Where Miranda's group danced close but understood that I required a barrier between us, Nita's 'friends' knew no barriers. They pressed their uplifted cleavage into my chest, and everyone touched or grabbed my dick on the dance floor. Miranda was happy to use my phone to document for me from away from the table. Especially how the 'friends' danced with other men in the club.
The 'bus route' of taking the 'friends' to their homes was filled with "Do you ever cheat?", "Would you like a side piece?", "Why would Nita go out with us when she has you at home?" "Do we get a good night kiss?"
Inside, I felt to urge to kick them out. As I had attempted to stay trim and healthy without going to the gym, I wanted Nita to be proud of me. They made it seem that their husbands were fat and lazy while the clubs were filled with fit trim studs waiting to make their nights before they going home to Mr 'Sex on Saturday Night'. It seemed, and I knew it to be true, that some men do get fat and complacent after they got married.
My parking spot is in the driveway, and I entered the front door to the beast of hell. Still dressed in her LBD, Nita stood drinking a very full glass of wine. By the look of bottle on the coffee table, she had partaken of most of the bottle.
The argument began as accusations flew from both sides. She could not understand why I wouldn't stay home like the other husbands. "What's good for the goose, is good for the gander." was my reply.
The discussion quickly became about my new friends. I grabbed her by the shoulders and sniffed her deeply. "Before you say anything else, maybe you explain why you smell of smoke and men's cologne?"
Staring at me. "I don't know what you mean?"
"You smell of men's cologne. You had some man holding you close enough to leave his scent on you. So you failed the 'husband test' tonight. If you want to continue this, the consequences will be harder."
Putting my phone into her hand. "I have quite a few videos on my phone of the sluts you call friends, if you want to watch them. You may want new friends because everyone of them grabbed my dick tonight."
She called me a "Liar!" as I went to shower.
To say that things were cold for the next few days is an understatement.
Wednesday afternoon, I received a text from Nita that she was going to dinner with the 'girls' and would be home by nine.
