“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.

“If you say they did, then I believe it, but my past experience at strip clubs makes it a hard sell. Men holler and say all sort so things to the women. They want them to shake their tits and asses and who knows what else.”

“Exactly why are you so angry at me, at all of us?” questioned Jan.

“Now that I think about it, I’d say that your lack of trust in us is a big problem as well as the sneaking around you did because you thought we had lied to you. Showing the world your bits and pieces is a bit disturbing, too,” admitted Drew.

“I hate to say this, but I agree with Drew,” stated Betty. “We owe these guys a huge apology for not trusting them, thinking they lied to us and for that half-baked idea for revenge. We were wrong.”

“We were wrong. We never should have embarrassed or humiliated you men. We love our husbands,” declared Heather as she wiped away her tears. “Our stripping will cause a lot of embarrassment at work and with our friends.”

“It may not be that bad,” reasoned Tom as he realized how concerned Heather was. “Godfrey may not show those pictures and videos to everyone. The guys at my work don’t even know Godfrey.”

“Tom’s right,” agreed Bill. “No one where I work or where Betty works has anything to do with that damn Godfrey. We may be making too much out of this situation.”

“Tom, I’m so sorry, but a few of the men you work with were at Pussy Galore last night,” confessed Heather nervously.

Before Tom could formulate a response, Betty spoke. “A couple of the men from our work were there, Bill. One guy even squeezed my left boob. He’s the one who runs the forklift. Since we both work at the same place, we’ll be the subject of all kinds of nasty comments. This is not going away. All our friends and family will know about it before long.”

“I just saw where Godfrey Fucking Jenkins posted some of the milder stuff on YouTube,” added Drew. “He edited out your nipples, but not your faces. That dickhead is going down!”

Tom and Bill were both still struggling with the revelations of their wives. Some men they knew quite well had seen their wives strip at amateur night. Bill and Betty worked for the same company. Everyone there had probably heard about it already. He dreaded going to work Monday.

“There were signs stating no taking pictures or videos. He wasn’t allowed to do that,” complained Betty.

“Here’s a news flash for all three of you. In this day and age, you can bet any time your tits are out in a less than private setting, there’s going to be pictures taken. There are a few people out there who do not follow rules, or laws, if you can imagine,” stated Drew sarcastically.

“Are you going to divorce me, Tom?” asked Heather softly.

Tom looked into his wife’s sad eyes and realized he loved her more than he thought possible. He was upset, but the woman standing in front of him was everything he had ever hoped for and probably more than he deserved.

“No, I love you way too much,” admitted Tom as Heather embraced him in a tight hug.

Bill knew that Betty was wondering the same thing as Heather. He also knew that if Tom could forgive Heather, he had no options. He loved his wife and couldn’t imagine life without her. He held out his arms to her.

“Oh, Bill! I love you so much. I’m sorry about this mess and I’ll do everything I can to make it up to you,” promised Betty as she hugged her husband.

“Do you really think I’m a whore, Drew? If that’s the case, I’ll file for divorce next week. I can’t live with a man who thinks so little of me,” stated Jan as she stared at her husband.

“Aw, Jan. You know I was mad. I never thought you were a whore and I’m sorry for saying that in the heat of the moment. Will you forgive me?” asked a contrite Drew.

Jan smiled and hugged her husband as Heather voiced what the others were thinking. “I don’t know how you do it, Jan. Your husband came home furious because Godfrey Fucking Jenkins sent him videos of you topless and then posted them on the internet. Drew just apologized to you for being so angry about it. You’re amazing.”

“What’s amazing is how much we love each other,” responded Jan as she remained in her husband’s embrace. “Deep down, he knows I’d never betray him. I made a serious mistake. I admit that, but I love this guy and I know he loves me. I’ll show him how sorry I am tonight and for some time to come. He’ll be getting a lot of makeup sex to help take the sting out of my stupidity.”

The next weekend found the six friends sharing dinner at Bill and Betty’s house. Once the meal was finished, the main topic of conversation was the reaction to the previous weekend’s antics.

“Work has been a bit tense,” admitted Betty. “Surprisingly, it’s mostly the other women who make snide remarks. The men have been treating me very well, although I have been avoiding that jackass who runs the forklift.

“Since Betty and I work for the same company, I’ve been able to see the reaction from a different perspective than Betty’s. Some of the female employees are asking how Betty found the nerve to strip and how I became so secure with my marriage to allow it. The one guy who was at Pussy Galore and didn’t squeeze Betty’s tit was very complimentary about the girls’ performances and their physical attributes. The fork lift guy fell of the loading dock a little while later and badly twisted his ankle.”

“One of the girls had to deliver something to the warehouse and saw Bill talking to the guy a minute or two before the guy fell,” revealed Betty with a grin. “I don’t think he’ll be disrespecting me again, at least as long as I have Bill.”

“Six of the guys I work with were at Pussy Galore the night the girls danced,” revealed Tom. “They’ve been telling me what a lucky guy I am and asking if Jan and Betty are married. There have been a few nasty comments but, it’s been far better than I expected.

“One asshole, Zane Dunlap, announced he’d pay good money to see my wife’s tits,” Tom told the group. “We were in the break room, along with four or five other guys. I felt like smacking him in the mouth.”

“Did you let him get away with it?” asked Drew. “The guys I work with know what would happen if they talked about Jan like that.”

“I had been reading a flyer on the bulletin board before the other guys came in. You know we manufacture modular homes and have about forty men working at any given time. One of the guys at work, Ralph Lassiter, was hit by a drunk driver while taking his six year old daughter to school. The kid’s in the hospital with some broken ribs and a concussion. The guy’s wife is fighting breast cancer. He had been working two jobs to try to pay the bills, but suffered a broken arm in the accident.”

“That’s awful. He’s sure having a terrible time,” offered Heather. “I met him and his wife at the company picnic last summer. They’re a nice young family.”

“The flyer was a plea for donations and financial help of any kind. They bought a small starter home two years ago and he’s behind on his mortgage. It looks like he may lose it,” explained Tom.

“That’s a tragic story, but what does it have to do with that asshole offering to pay good money to see Heather’s boobs?” asked a confused Drew.

“It got me thinking about a fund raiser for Ralph,” stated Tom. “This asshole is willing to pay good money to see my wife strip again. I bet there are a lot of guys who think the same way.”

“No shit,” retorted Drew. “I’m one of them.”

“Since we have such sexy wives who apparently like showing off the goods, I was thinking they could indulge their exhibitionist tendencies for a good cause.”

“Are you out of your mind?” demanded Drew. “The last time they did that it almost caused three divorces!”

“We discussed why it was such an issue. They did it because they thought we were lying to them, so they made a really dumb attempt for some kind of revenge,” replied Tom calmly. “This would be with our knowledge and encouragement, as well as for a very good cause.”

“Just a minute,” objected Bill. “I’m all for helping out a family down on their luck, but Betty isn’t some professional stripper. She’s a housewife and mother. She’s not showing her breasts to strangers again.”

“I think the fact that our wives are housewives and mothers but not strippers, would cause more people to cough up some money to see them,” reasoned Tom.

“Do you guys really believe these intelligent college educated women were just uncommonly stupid when they stripped at Pussy Galore that night?” asked Tom.

“If it wasn’t stupidity, or insanity, what was it,” challenged Bill.

“It was three gorgeous women making up for the excitement they missed in college,” offered Tom. “These girls were self conscious and felt unattractive ten years ago. They’ve spent considerable time and effort to become more attractive, confident and sexy. I’m not sure if even they realize exactly what motivated them the other night, but I don’t believe it was anger or revenge. Their husbands going to a strip club isn’t something that would make them crazy with anger or feel the need for revenge.”

“I see why you might think like that,” admitted Drew as he looked at his wife. “These ladies have been very quiet about Tom’s suggestion. I didn’t hear a lot of protestations. Do you ladies want to do this strip idea of Tom’s? No bullshit. Just tell me what you’re thinking.”

“If Tom wants me to do it, I will,” revealed Heather to the surprise of the others. “I have to admit what a rush it was when we performed and how alive it made me feel. Men never thought I looked very good back in college. I was dumpy and never dated. I wasn’t even asked.

“I love Tom even more for suggesting I could help raise money like that. My husband thinks I have what it takes. It makes me proud. I’m not just a wife and mom. I’m a woman in my prime and I’m embracing it.”