I'm Happy Just to Dance with You

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."

"They wouldn't let us strip as a team if I didn't. I told you that," replied Jan. "None of us wanted to go out on stage alone. We agreed to do it together, like we do everything."

"Maybe we'll be getting divorces together," worried Betty. "I saw a couple guys from my work there. They were grinning like fools. One of them squeezed my breast for a second when we were doing our damn mingling. I always like when Bill touches me, but that asshole made my skin crawl."

"I'd like to know why we never saw our husbands," wondered Heather. "The whole idea was make them feel guilty about lying and sneaking around on us. I thought they'd rush up and stop us before we had a chance to expose the girls.

"I don't mind if Tom goes to a strip club now and then. He'd never do anything he'd be ashamed to tell me. Why did I get so indignant about him going to one and then decide to go along with that crazy scheme?"

"Looking back, surprising our husbands at a strip club by being the entertainment wasn't the best idea," admitted Jan. "In our defense, we thought they were lying to us about going fishing.

"That damn Godfrey bumped into my boobs a couple of times, 'by accident'. He was there with a guy who lives down the street from us. I see him at a lot of neighborhood parties. How am I going to look him in the eye?"

"Speaking of eyes, did you see how those men looked at us?" asked Betty. "It was scary, but a little exciting at the same time. If Bill had been there, I wouldn't have been so scared. I know he'd never let anything bad happen to me."

"They did seem to approve of our dance," replied Jan with a small grin.

"Jan, it wasn't the dancing," quipped Heather. "They didn't make much noise until our tits came out. That's what they approved of so enthusiastically."

"Okay, maybe they did, but when has that ever happened to us before?" asked Jan seriously. "If you remember, Betty and I didn't have any tits in college and yours were resting on your stomach. Now we're in our thirties and finally look pretty good. Heather, you slimmed down and toned up. Your breasts defy gravity.

"Betty had the guys drooling over her puffy nipples and firm boobs. I have to admit I noticed quite a few guys stared at my melons. It was a mistake to try to tease our husbands, or teach them a lesson or whatever it was we thought we were doing, but it felt good on some level to be appreciated and desired by so many guys. I never had that feeling before."

"They certainly showed their desire," agreed Heather. "Most of them were actually very polite. I was afraid they'd think we were cheap sluts or something."

"That's true," agreed Jan. "They were pretty respectful, except for that jerk Godfrey."

"And that asshole from work who grabbed my breast when the bouncer wasn't looking," added Betty.

"All this back patting doesn't solve our dilemma," pointed out Heather. "We know the guys will find out what we did. How do we explain it so it seems like it was a reasonable reaction to the alleged lie Jan overheard, which turned out to another lie, or was it the only lie?"

"I don't see how we can," lamented Betty. "My family is the most important thing in the world to me. How could I risk losing it like I did?"

"We need to stay positive," insisted Jan. "Those guys love us. We know that. We need to hope it's enough to get past the slight brain fart we had. I must have misheard Drew, or else they changed their minds about going to Pussy Galore."

"That's a demeaning name," insisted Heather. "Besides, we kept our kitties covered up."

"What? You'd rather strip at a dive called 'Tits Aplenty' or 'The Nipple Palace'?" quipped Betty.

"The guys are home! Let's try to act like nothing happened," urged Jan. "They may not know about last night."

The three women sat quietly as their husbands slowly traipsed into the room. None of them were smiling.

"How did it go?" asked Jan a bit too loudly. "Did you catch anything?"

"You could say that," responded Drew. "We caught wind of a..."

"Tom! I'm so sorry," sobbed Heather as she ran to her husband and hugged him as she buried her face in his chest.

"I hope you have a plan B," whispered Betty to Jan as Heather's sobs filled the room.

"We caught wind of three sluts showing their tits and asses off at Pussy Galore last night," continued a surprisingly calm Drew. "We were thinking of hiring detectives to follow you three, maybe buying cameras to install in our houses and going over all of our financial records to find out just how badly you three have betrayed us.

"Bill suggested we save the money as we may need it for lawyers. He thinks if we ask for the truth, you'll tell it. I don't know why he'd think three lying cheating skanks would tell the truth, but we agreed to try it. Bill, it was your idea, so go ahead and see if you can get anything resembling the truth from them."

"Thanks for warming them up for me," responded Bill sarcastically as he looked squarely at his wife. "Have you been cheating on me? Have your two cohorts been cheating on their husbands?"

"No! Never!" answered Betty with tears in her eyes. "We'd never. We all love our husbands."

"Did you three go to Pussy Galore last night and strip? Did Godfrey Fucking Jenkins see all six tits?" asked Bill a little more aggressively.

"I'm not sure that's really his middle name, but he did see our breasts. But only for half an hour or so. We were never alone in the room with him," added Betty.

"Half an hour or so? How many other men were in that room, Betty?" asked Bill as he struggled to keep his temper.

"I don't know. It was amateur night and I heard they always have a good crowd for it. Maybe fifty or so?"

"Fuck!" shouted Drew, unable to contain his anger any longer. "You whores showed the whole town your tits and asses last night? How could you possibly think we wouldn't hear about it? How dumb are you bitches?"

"I'll let you handle those questions," replied Betty as she nodded to Jan.

"I heard you tell Godfrey Fucking Jenkins you three were going to Pussy Galore rather than fishing. We were pissed off that you guys lied to us, so we decided to be proactive. If you like to look at other women's tits, maybe some other guys would like to look at ours!" snarled an obviously angry Jan.

Jan's response coupled with her anger caught Drew by surprise. He'd expected tears and apologies, but Jan was giving it back as hard as he pressed it. After ten years of marriage, his first instinct was to make peace with his wife and calm her down. Then he remembered the videos and pictures Godfrey had sent. She had no right or reason to be mad at him.

"I told the asshole that lie so he'd leave us alone at the cabin," explained Drew. "We went fishing like we said we would. We don't lie to our spouses or sneak around exposing ourselves."

"How the hell am I supposed to know when you're lying and when you're telling the truth?" demanded Jan.

"When I talk to you, I tell the truth. That's how!" insisted Drew with passion.

"So tell me this," retorted Jan immediately. "Are you embarrassed or ashamed of the way I look? Do you wish you'd married a sexier better-looking woman?"

Drew was stunned by Jan's question. He had never indicated he didn't find her attractive and desirable. Where was this coming from? He tried to calm himself before responding.

"Jan, you're beautiful and sexy as hell. I never felt otherwise and would hope I never did anything to cause you to think I did. What has this got to do with your actions last night?"

"I just wondered why stripping one time would cause you to call me names and treat me so cruelly. It seems like you're ashamed that other men saw me. We didn't do any lap dances or act like sluts. Most of the guys were very respectful and nice to us. They seemed to think we looked pretty good," declared Jan.

"Of course they did! You ladies are all foxes. Any man can see that. That doesn't mean it's okay to drop your clothes when you're around other men. They were looking at you and thinking how they'd like to have sex with you!" responded Drew.

"Is that what you think when you go to a strip club? How about when Betty, Heather and I are in our swim suits? Do you think you want to have sex with all of us?" asked Jan.

Drew realized he had been cleverly boxed in. Jan had somehow turned the situation around so he was on the spot. He was a red blooded male and the women were attractive, so he had naturally daydreamed a little.

"You're kind of quiet now," observed Jan sarcastically.

"Men always think about sex when they see a woman they find attractive, but we also know how to control and ignore those urges. Most of us can see a pretty woman and not try to get her into bed. We see dozens of women every day, many of whom are quite attractive, yet we still treat them with respect and consideration," replied Drew in what he felt was a reasonable explanation.

"Do you believe the men at the club treated us with respect and consideration?" asked Jan.