I didn't even know my husband had this house, but I got it in the divorce -- as well as enough money to see me comfortably settle here for a loooong time. The building was a big old Cape house with a wrap around porch, storm shutters, and so much beachy charm. It was the perfect haven for me to sit back and recover my life. That bastard had cheated, and cheated some more. The sad part was, if he'd only discussed it with me, we could easily have worked something out. Instead he deceived me, and I didn't take it well. I was determined not to think about that absolute asshole again.
I had turned 30 this spring, but was often told I looked a little younger. I had full, high breasts, a trim waist, and long, curling red hair. I usually wore it up because the least bit of humidity made it wilder than Merida's. Today I left it down. What was the point? I tossed a tasseled cover up over my little black bikini, slid my feet in to sandals, and headed toward the beach that curved up the coast not five minutes walk from my new place. It was Sunday, and I had nothing to do. To be fair, I didn't have to work right now, so I had nothing to do most every day unless I chose.
"Helloooo, gorgeous," A woman's voice called out from the glass-encased porch of the house across the street. I lifted my shades for a better look. A pretty blonde was lounging in a white wicker chair, with two other women seated nearby -- all about my age, and looking like their husbands had money to burn. The blonde was the one who'd called out, and now one of her friends beckoned me over, while the other blew me a kiss. Most aggressive neighborhood welcome committee, ever apparently. Well, if we were going to be neighbors, I might as well make their acquaintance now. Setting aside my beach plans, I crossed the street and pasted a friendly smile on my face.
"Hi, did you just move in?" the blonde asked, pulling out a chair for me. I sat. "I'm Laurel, and this is Eva and Sidney." She gestured to her companions. "We're having a weekly meeting of the Bourne Hotwives Club," she added with an almost predatory grin. I was probably supposed to ask what that was, but I preferred not to do the expected, and so I let the bait slide.
"I'm Sarah," I told her. "This place used to belong to my ex, but he made some sad man mistakes, and now it's all mine."
"A woman after my own heart," Laurel cooed, pouring a generous cup of sangria from a lovely crystal pitcher in front of her. Eva slid it over to me. These ladies were fun! The afternoon passed quickly. Sidney had all the gossip on the year round residents of Bourne. Eva knew who was on the cusp of divorce, and who was having "the postman's child." Laurel leered comically at my chest and eventually found a reason to sling an arm around my shoulders. I didn't mind. She was exactly my type.
When we'd run out of sangria, Laurel's husband strolled out with another pitcher and Laurel introduced us. Jake was serious man candy, tall and fit, without being overly fussy about his appearance. Rolled up shirtsleeves displayed muscular arms and hinted the rest would be more of the same. His wavy black hair flopped boyishly over his forehead, highlighting piercing blue eyes.
"My man Jake can help you fix up anything you need over there," Laurel said, nodding toward my new home. "Cheating Charlie never did much maintenance, from what I can remember." Yeah, at some point along the way I'd confided the whole shit pile to these ladies. It was cathartic and they made all the appropriate sounds.
"Thanks! As a matter of fact, the kitchen sink is leaking pretty badly, if that's in your skill set, Jake," I told him with a grateful smile.
"Cool, does Tuesday afternoon work for me to come over and have a look?"
We agreed on the time and Jake sauntered back into the house. I noticed both Eva and Sidney followed him with their eyes. Lauren didn't seem bothered.
It was evening by the time I thought about getting on home. I was pretty sure I could still walk across the street, even though it wouldn't be in a straight line by any means. The girls had been refilling my glass assiduously, not that I was complaining. When I started talking about heading home, the three of them exchanged glances, nodded a little, and then Lauren leaned forward to talk.
"Listen, wanna join the Bourne Hotwives Club? You can hang with us. I promise we're the coolest, hottest wives in Bourne." She cracked herself up, and Eva giggled along.
"I mean, I had fun today. More of the same would be great... What does it entail?"
"What do you think, ladies?" Laurel asked, looking from Sidney to Eva. " Same as usual?"
"Why mess with a good thing," Sidney observed. "I sure enjoyed my initiation."
"Ok. So to earn your place in the BHC, you wait for a call from me. One of these days soon I'll call you, and when I do, you'll have to be naked ... allll day. No bra, no panties, no bathing suit. You can be booooring and stay at home, or do whatever you want really. The only rule is, No Clothes." Hah. Bring it on. At this point, I had no inhibitions left. I agreed to the terms and weaved across the street. I had the presence of mind to down a big glass of water before bed, but that was about it. This new life free of Cheater Charlie was shaping up to be fun.
Monday I fulfilled my neglected beach plans and worked on a tan while reading. It was a slow day, exactly how I wanted it. I kind of needed it to be like that anyway, after the hangover I'd woken up with. I remembered my encounter with the Bourne Hotwives Club a few times and laughed out loud. Those three were going to keep life interesting.
Tuesday dawned hot and sunny, not a cloud in the sky. This new life of mine was endless vacation. Whenever I tired of it, I could go back to freelancing, but to be honest, I could get away without working for years on what I got from Cheating Charlie. I showered, painted my nails, and lazed about in a towel for a while, watching the food network. About 10:00, Laurel called.
"Hey girl," I picked up the phone, feeling pretty cheery. I'd invite the ladies over to hang out in my secluded back yard sometime. The tall hedge made it private and peaceful. Lauren seemed like she was into me; I wondered if Jake would care. I wasn't interested in helping anyone to cheat and deceive a spouse, especially after how my marriage ended. Still, I fantasized a little bit about topless sunbathing with her in my back yard. I bet she wouldn't think twice about taking her top off and baring those perky boobs to the summer sun.
"Hiii," Laurel sang out into the phone. I could see her on her porch through my kitchen window. She waved. "Today's the big day, Future Hotwife. Nakey time!" She sounded way too excited. Whatever, I'd agreed to it. I wasn't a prude, but nude all day was definitely a new one for me. I'd better get to it before I lost my nerve. I decided to tease her a bit. Staying in view of the front window, I let the towel drop and sashayed over to my coffee maker to grab a fresh cup.
"Damn Sarah, you're sizzlin'" she yelled into the phone. We laughed together and then she hung up to let me get to my naked day.
I didn't think I'd go outside, but my back yard really was looking secluded. At noon I took a sandwich and a book to the chaise lounge half shaded by the thick hedge I doubted if even the college kids who partied next door could see in. Anyway they were likely still passed out from the previous evening's excesses. Even if they weren't, it occurred to me, I wasn't averse to getting peeped at by some cute young college dudes.
Around 3 pm I got bored and headed inside. This naked day was a breeze. The only downside was I felt too awkward to leave my property. In my head, I heard Laurel say, "Boooooring." Maybe I was.
The doorbell rang, and I had a sudden moment of panic. That's right, Jake and I had arranged he come over this afternoon to deal with the sink. I flew to the door, thankful for the thick frosted glass that would obscure my total and complete lack of clothing.
"Hi Jake!" My voice squeaked as I cracked the door and peeked around the frame. "Think we could reschedule? I'm a bit tied up today. Totally forgot you were coming over!"
"Well," he said, considering. "You really need to catch a leak like that or it can do a lot of structural damage to the house. Why don't you keep working on whatever you're doing and just let me in to take a look?" He seemed to take my acquiescence for granted and brushed right by me into the house. Jake looked over and took in my naked body. I had to admit, I looked great. I knew it, and by the widening of Jake's eyes, I could tell he knew it too. My nipples started hardening up just from his split second perusal. I whipped a hand up to cover my boobs and attempted to cover my pussy with the other. Unfortunately with boobs the size of mine, any cover up attempt was just comical. They spilled right over my arm anyway. I probably just made them bounce more.
"Oh!" He said, a bit of sexy strain sounding in the word. "Is this -- Is this one of Laurel's games?" He pushed his hair out of his eyes and worked manfully on keeping them raised to my face. I was grateful for his tact and quick understanding.
"Yeah," I managed. "I uh, I guess she pranked us both?" Jake grinned and tipped his head to the side. "That's my Laurel. She's not happy unless she's making someone break out of their comfort zone. Listen, I guess you need to stay ... naked," his eyes dipped involuntarily to my chest again, "for today?" I nodded.
