What's Good For The Gander

Maya’s digging through Phil’s dirty shirts when a matchbook drops out. A strip club. Address. Inside it: Blake’s name and a note that basically says come back for more. She stares at it, stomach twisting. Confront Phil? Or find out if he actually did the deed? She picks Blake. Blake opens the door in sweats and zero surprise. He clocks the look on her face, clocks the matchbook in her hand, and waves her in. Living room’s neat, music low. He tells her straight—he dances at the club, brings guys home sometimes. Maya pulls up Phil’s picture on her phone. Blake barely squints before nodding. Yeah. That’s him. Maya’s throat goes tight. She asks if Phil’s gay, if the whole marriage was some lie she lived alone. Blake shrugs, says he’s bi himself, but Phil’s story isn’t his to tell. Then he leans back, easy grin, and drops the idea: if Phil got his dick wet elsewhere, why shouldn’t she? Turnabout. Eye for an eye. Maya laughs once—half shock, half considering it. Blake just waits, cocky and calm, letting the offer sit between them like a lit fuse.