"But I want you all to get out there and do your best for the group," Tonya said as if she was rallying the troops. "Put some spice in your lives for the sake of womanhood. You all got homework assignments," she said.
When they left that night each woman was thinking about the possibilities. Amanda was thinking about her dinner proposal that she hoped would turn into something more exciting. Marilyn was thinking about the man next door who had watched her a couple of times in her yard. Patricia was thinking about her husband's best friend who openly flirted with her at the company picnic. Wendy was thinking about her doctor who caused her to tremble when he examined her lady parts. Even Evelyn was thinking of the man who lived on the same floor who walked his dog each afternoon and walked by her window and consistently drew her attention.
When the next meeting came around, Amanda was late. Everyone had hoped to hear about a salacious affair that had bloomed and were disappointed she wasn't there. People looked at one another uneasily, as if the main attraction had not arrived.
"Do you think her husband found out," Marilyn asked.
"We don't even know if there was anything to find out," said Tonya. People nodded around the room, but still were disappointed that there was nothing to hear.
"Well, did anyone have anything develop this past week?" Evelyn asked, taking her place as leader of the group.
"I met with my beau this last week," Tonya said. People turned to look at her and repositioned themselves to listen. "We went to a small hotel near Monterey," she said. "We have been there before," she said, but most people seemed disappointed that they weren't going to hear about a new romance sprouting wings over the weekend.
"Did he ravish you, my dear?" Patricia asked.
"Of course, as always," Tonya said boastfully. "He wanted his usual oral tongue lashing," she added with a smile. "And he gave one, of course. He always does his best to satisfy me," she said.
"Tell how you two met," Evelyn said, taking the lead. However, as Tonya talked it was like talking about a book they'd already read an talked about. No one really seemed interested, but they seemed to be eager to find out about Amanda and her admirer.
Tonya told about her date, then she seemed to read the group and said she was more interested in hearing about Amanda as well. "Hey, guys. I am eager to hear how it went for the our girl," she said. "Mine is an old story, I know."
Just then the door opened and Amanda walked in. "Okay," Tonya said, "Tell us, how did it go?"
Amanda blushed, not being used to having the center of attention. "It was, well, it was more than dinner," she said, embarrassed by the spotlight. "We... ah, well, we did it," she said. "I guess I am officially a loose woman."
"Tell us. Where did it happen?" Patricia asked.
"In the storeroom," she said turning red.
"Were you on your feet?" Marilyn asked.
"How did you know?" she said.
"Because I have read enough romance novels to know there is nowhere to lie down in a damn storeroom," she said.
"Yes, I was standing," she said. "Hasn't anyone else got something to tell?"
"Not yet, we don't," Wendy said. "Tonya was telling about hers, but we wanted to hear about yours."
"I told my husband," Amanda said. "You can't be a HotWife without a willing husband. He said to go to it,"she announced with a grin. "Actually, I thought he would. When Tonya told us what a cuckold was, I thought that fit. I guess I knew he would be okay with it. Like in Hunter's Point, my husband fit the profile. Now the rest of you have to do something wicked," she said laughing.
"Maybe I will tell my husband I want some"strange,'" Patricia said, "like she did in Hunter's Point." She laughed, but everyone knew she was serious. "If we are going to become a group of HotWives, we are going to have to get on the stick."
Some of the women looked a little panicked that they might be pressured into making such an announcement to their husbands. "Okay, ladies, are we going from a book group to a HotWives club?" Evelyn asked. "Do we all like the stories? Are we satisfied to just read about other people's lives, or are we going to take the reins and control our own fate?" she asked the group.
Wendy looked terrified. "I will have to put the brakes on," she said. "I will have to find another group. Sorry, I like you girls, but I can't be unfaithful to my husband. I will be leaving."
"Anyone else feel that way?" Evelyn asked the group. People looked uneasy, but no one spoke up. "So we're all in then?" Eventually, everyone else nodded, even those looking petrified.
"So, you have to decide that you want to control what happens to you," Tonya said, "instead of letting a man tell you what you can and cannot do sexually. If you want sex the way you want sex, then it is up to you."
"I think we need two levels of the club," Evelyn said. "Some of us, those who cannot take that big step, can be the listeners. Those who can and will live out their own stories, will be the doers. They will tell the rest of us their stories. Sound okay?" she asked the group.
Most of them nodded, especially those not sure they would be able to tell their husbands they wanted to take a lover. "Okay," Marilyn said.
"I agree," said Patricia.
"We will just let things take the natural track," she said. "If something comes up and we can make it happen, then we agree to tell the group. Okay?"
People nodded, agreeing to share exciting sexual things that may happen to them. You could see an enthusiasm in the faces of the ladies still present. Wendy had left, and those staying had accepted the new approach to the group, going from a book group to a HotWives club.
"Okay, girls, get out there and create some stories," Evelyn said. As each left, a note of excitement could be felt in the room. Looks of anticipation were on many of the faces as they left. Some were planning moves that would take them from shy wives to housewives not so desperate as they had been. Some of the stories from the books were going through their minds.
Amanda was thinking about the next time she would be with her new lover. Marilyn was thinking about her neighbor, watching her and what daring steps she may take to get more of his attention. Patricia was thinking about Jake, her husband's best friend flirting with her and how she could entice him to her house during the day, since he worked mostly at night. Tonya was planning her next night out with her lover and then having sex in front of her cuckold husband, and Carla was thinking of ways to interest men who were exciting and appealing to her.
Evelyn was thinking about how exciting it was to be thinking in terms of what had before only occurred within the pages of the books they read as a group. She was also thinking about authors she could read who supplied stories that could give her ideas about sexual adventures of her own. The idea of sexual affairs, of course, excited her like the many stories that she read devotedly.
On the way home, Marilyn stopped at a club where she and her husband had gone to after their wedding. She sat by herself at the bar and ordered a martini and sipped as she looked over the crowd. After about twenty minutes of just watching the crowd a man's voice broke into her consciousness. "Want a little company?" someone said.
She looked around to see a man standing with a drink in his hand and a smile on his face. "Mind if I sit?" he said, placing his drink on the bar and not waiting for an answer. "I assumed you are here alone. Maybe, after we get acquainted, a dance or two?" he said as smooth and confident as a banker at an auction.
