Page 26 of Cursing My Cheating Husband

“I’m still hungover from last night. I had a fucking wild night, man!” I hoped this claim sounded more believable than it felt.

“Oh, Gwen again?” Duke asked knowingly.

His assumption that I was getting laid with my perfect mistress hit me like a two-by-four to the head, and painfully twisted my expression. I had no idea how to respond to that.

Fortunately, the pressure was taken off when Ryder also appeared at my office door. The three of us had been brought on at the same time a few years ago. We were great friends, and/or bitter rivals, depending on when you caught us.

“Mad Dog, you clearly need a pick me up. Come on, we’re going to Tit For Tat,” Ryder announced.

Oh god no. Tit For Tat! Our regular after-work strip club hangout. Put me in a literal torture chamber, but don’t make me go there, not in this state. I was used to spending all my time there with a raging hard-on, and then carrying that energy to the bars to find a lucky lady to hook up with.

I stood up and started hastily gathering my stuff, trying to affect nonchalance and failing badly. “Rain check, boys, I’m just not feeling it tonight⁠—”

At that, Ryder grabbed one of my arms, and Duke grabbed the other.

“We’re not taking no for an answer, Mad Dog,” Duke demanded.

“You’ve been in a mood all week. You need this,” Ryder said.

I pulled against them, and they tightened their grip.

“We’ll drag you there.”

“You know we’ll do it.”

True to their word, they started dragging me toward the door, and I realized further resistance was hopeless. There was no way to get out of this entirely. I’d never passed on Tit For Tat before. They already knew something was up, so it would be way too suspicious if I didn’t go at all. I had to maintain some semblance of normalcy. I could go along for a bit, and then make a break for it once they’d settled in with some dancers.

A trip to the strip club couldn’t be that much more punishing than what I was already enduring, could it?

* * *

This was hell on earth.

I huddled miserably in my chair at Tit For Tat. We were in a corner, and Ryder and Duke had blocked me in. There was no getting out of here unless I climbed over the stage or climbed over them.

Which was not possible, because they were both getting lap dances.

And not from just any strippers, but from Candy and Monica. My two favorites!

When I thought of how many fun nights I’d had with those two grinding away on me, as I tucked one $20 after another into their G-strings, I felt dangerously close to freaking out.

On stage in front of me was a new dancer, one I hadn’t met before. As she gyrated against the pole, her focus never left me.

I had to get her to move on. I tossed a single dollar bill at her feet. Keep the amount contemptibly small, and she’d mark me as an unprofitable cheapskate and move on to better financial prospects.

I deliberately turned away from her and fixed my attention on a blank spot on the wall. Maybe that wasn’t enough to suggest “stay away”? I forced out some fake coughs. Hopefully, she’d be worried about getting sick and keep her distance.

If Duke and Ryder weren’t both so focused on the gorgeous breasts being bounced in their faces right now, they would wonder what the hell was going on with me. Fortunately, Candy and Monica’s skilled moves consumed their attention completely.

Suddenly, before I’d seen her coming, the new girl had slid right off the stage and onto my lap.

“Hey baby, I’m Destiny. What’s your name?” she whispered in my ear as she began her lap dance.

I squirmed around in the seat, trying to slide her toned ass further down my leg and off my humiliatingly limp dick.

“The quiet type, eh?” she purred.

My only response was a nondescript “hmm.”