The Hot Wife Club

By Wanda Peters

A woman author is invited by her mother to attend a meeting of a special club. When she gets there she finds out that the members are all women and all of them consider themselves hotwives. Although she is shocked that her mother would be in such an organization she sees an opportunity to get information for a book. These are the stories of the women that she interviews.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wanda Peters
• Release date: Jun 20, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463192504

Wanda Peters

I write erotic books, mostly about cuckolding. If you are looking for that type of book, you might ask yourself what exactly do you want in an erotic book. I think that if you can read one of my books and keep both hands on the book then I have not done my job. I don't believe that anyone that buys or reads one of my books or stories are looking for great literature.I don't try to compete with Shakespear when I write. What I do try to do is to put together a compelling story that someone will want to continue to read. A word of caution my books are not for the faint of heart. Many of my characters do not have a happy ending. A few of my books do have some satirical humor but for the most part, they are about males that are dominated and humiliated by their wives or lovers.I hope you enjoy my work.

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The Hot Wife Club

Wanda Peters

Copyright 2015

Smashwords Edition

Disclaimer: The book is in its' entirety a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is merely a coincidence. It is erotic by nature and contains scenes depicting sexual activity. It also contains adult language, which may not be suitable for immature readers. If these things bother you please do not read this boo

The Hot Wife Club

Chapter One: Laura and Her Mother

It was early in the evening when Laura walked into the private gathering with her mother. She had no idea why they were there as Phyllis had told her it was a surprise for her before her upcoming wedding to the man of her dreams. As she gazed around the room, she was shocked to see how underdressed the vast majority of the women were. And she was also surprised that the only men in the room seemed to be carrying trays of food and drink and serving them to the females present.

Just what kind of gathering have you brought us to? If I didn’t know better, I would think this was a male strip club except that these men are not dancing but rather serving. But they did some stripping at some point since they are wearing practically no clothes.

So, are you telling me that you do not enjoy the view? Take a close look at the tall, dark-haired male across the room. Now that is a real piece of meat.

Laura’s eyes did follow the direction her mother was pointing. Her mouth dropped just a little bit as she noticed the bulging biceps, triceps, and pectoral muscles. Her eyes followed downward and noticed how tight his stomach muscles were giving a slight rippling effect. She could not help but wonder if she could get a look under his loincloth if another muscle might be as hard and tight as the others. She felt a slight flush come to her face, and warmth spread throughout her body as she thought about how she might get a peek.

Her mother looked at her and gave a slight laugh. So you are alive enough to notice a good piece of man meat when you see one. I might be able to arrange a private meeting between the two of you a little later if you are interested.

Mother, have you lost your mind. You do remember that I am getting married to Roger in just two weeks.

No, I don’t think I have lost it. I may have misplaced it, but I am sure I will be able to locate it again at some point. However, just because you have decided to saddle yourself with one male, doesn’t mean that you cannot enjoy a little romp with another if the opportunity presents itself.

Really, and does Daddy share your view of extramarital activities? I bet he would be out of his mind with anger if he knew where we were right now.

Your father knows perfectly well that he is not man enough to satisfy me. He knows exactly where we are. If I didn’t have his little cock locked up in a chastity device, he would be wanking off to the thought that another man might be filling me with his hard cock right now.

A gasp came from Laura’s mouth. Mother, I don’t believe what you just said. If I had said anything remotely like that, you would be dragging me into the restroom to wash my mouth out with soap.

Laura, you are not some little child anymore that I have to reprimand for the way you speak or the way you think. If you are grown up enough to decide to get married, then you are old enough to make other decisions about your life as well. But I will give you a small piece of advice. It is free and is probably worth exactly what you pay for it. Once you are married to Roger, tell him you want one night a week to spend with the girls.

Really, why do I think there is more to your life lesson? Come on, spill it what else?

Don’t waste the night out on the girls. Her mother said. Come on, let’s take a table and order a couple of drinks. The evening’s entertainment will begin shortly.

As Laura settled into a seat, she shook her head in amazement. She wondered if perhaps aliens had captured her real mother and left this clone in her stead. This could not be the same woman who had insisted on her leaving the house wearing clothing that completely covered any skin above the knee and had warned her about the evils of premarital sex. But here she was suggesting that perhaps she should take a tumble with some muscle-bound man she had never met before.

Chapter Two: The Meeting Begins

Laura took a sip from her drink as a tall, shapely brunette made her way to the podium. The woman took her time looking over her audience before she began speaking. Good Evening Ladies and Welcome to our monthly meeting of The Hot Wives Club. It is indeed gratifying to see so many faces out there in the audience. I remember not so long ago when we held this meeting around a table set for four, and two of those settings went unused. Most of you have been here before, so my next remarks are for the new guests with us tonight. You may well hear some very private stories this evening. It is imperative that they remain private, so please do not share them with anyone outside of this room. We call ourselves The Hot Wives, although some of you are not wives at all. Not everyone would agree on what the definition of those words might be. If you try to look it up, you may find something like a married female swinger or a wife that has sex with men other than their husbands with the husband's consent. And yet if you talk to other members of the audience, you may well find those definitions do not fit their lifestyles.

For instance, how many of you are having affairs without your husband's knowledge? Indicate by a show of hands, please." Laura looked around her and noticed that perhaps a dozen hands were showing.

Quite a number, I see. Now could I have a show of hands of how many are having affairs with their husband's knowledge?

Again Laura looked to see how many hands were now raised and was surprised to see more hands raised than the first time.

"And of the last group, how many of your husbands suggested the idea of you having an affair?

Almost everyone that had responded to the second question in the positive raised their' hands again.

So apparently there are two different groups of women here connected only by the fact that they are having sex with someone other than their husbands. So by a show of hands, how many of you classify yourselves as Hot Wives?

This time almost every hand in the room went up except for Laura and one other woman who was seated across the room from her.

Laura turned to her mother and asked, Why on earth would so many women stand up and admit to having affairs? And I noticed you were one of the first to raise your hand. Daddy would be mortified if he knew you were openly admitting to cheating on him.

You weren't paying close enough attention when Monica asked how many of us were having sex outside of marriage at the urging of our husbands. That was one of the times I raised my hand. Now be quiet so that you do not disturb the meeting. We can talk later.

Laura was completely stunned. Finding out that her mother was having sex with someone other than her father was bad enough, but being told she was doing it with not only his consent but with the urging of her father was just too much. Without another word, she got to her feet and walked away from the table and towards the exit.

Chapter Three: Rita, the Writer

Rita Talmadge was equally torn. The woman at the podium was her closest friend. She had suspected for some time that Monica was having an affair, but she had no idea that she belonged to a group of like-minded women. But now that she knew she was here to get the complete story not only from Monica but also hopefully from as many of the other women as would agree to talk with her. For Rita smelled a best-selling novel coming out of this group.

Just then, she heard Monica start to speak again. Ladies, we are going to break from convention a little bit today. I am going to introduce you to a woman who I have come to call my best friend for a lot of years. She is not a hotwife, at least not yet anyway. I am hoping to convince her of her misguided ways. A smattering of laughs, giggles, and guffaws interrupted Monica. In any event, Rita is an up-and-coming young author, and she thinks there might be a best-selling novel hidden somewhere inside your stories. Of course, she has agreed to keep your identities secret and change any information that might lead any of her readers to be able to identify you. Participation in this project, of course, is strictly voluntary. So without further ado, I will turn the meeting over to my friend, Rita Talmadge.

Rita walked to the podium and took her time looking out over the audience before her. She was somewhat amazed at not only the number of women present but also the diversity of them. She would have been the first to admit that she was not a great judge when it came to age, but it appeared that the youngest in the group might be 18 and the oldest in her sixties.

Seeing that her audience was waiting for her words, she began to speak. Ladies, it is indeed a great honor to be invited here to speak with you today. I have been fascinated for some time with the topic of cuckolding. I have read several books on the subject, but almost all of them were written from the viewpoint of the male cuckold or, in some cases, with what they refer to as the bull. What struck me as odd when I read those books was that the husband always seemed to be not only happy but sexually aroused by seeing his wife being intimate with another man. I was talking with Monica about that asking her if she believed that would be the natural reaction of a male finding out that his wife was having sex with another man. And that was when I got the real surprise as she told me that was not how her husband reacted when he learned that he was being cuckolded. And so as I listened to her story, it made me want to find out more about this particular lifestyle and hopefully from the viewpoint of the wives involved. That was when she recommended that I come and speak with you, folks. I want to assure you that I will do my best to conceal your identities if you decide to share your stories with me. And now, I am going to relinquish the podium and move to a private room that has been set up across the hall. Any of you that would like to share something with me, please come and join me. I have an open bar set up in that room as well, so if you feel you need something to loosen your tongue, feel free to do so.

Chapter Four: The Private Interviews

Rita smiled as she walked into the room, satisfied that everything was exactly as she had requested. The bar stood to the left of the entrance, well-stocked and manned. Across the large room, the meeting area had been set up exactly to her instructions. One chair was set into the wide opening at the front facing the large leather chairs forming a complete semi-circle with just enough room in the middle for the women's legs to stretch out if they wished. There were seven chairs in all, but Rita doubted they would need that many. True, more than seven women were attending the gathering, but she knew from experience that most people preferred to avoid speaking about their lives, especially when their lives involved secrets that they might not want to come out.

Each chair was positioned so that the wide arms were touching each other. The arms were wide enough, however, so that each woman's elbows would have enough space to rest without necessarily touching her neighbor. Two drink holders were built into the end of each chair arm separated so that if both women reached for their drink at the same time, they would not knock knuckles.

Rita walked to the bar and ordered a large glass of cola. Had she been one of the participants rather than the moderator, she might well have ordered something alcoholic, but she wanted to keep her wits clear so that she could absorb the mood of the women that she was there to talk with. She walked back to the meeting area and put her recorder and notepad down on the seat of the lone chair marking it clearly as her place to sit.

She took a small sip of her drink as the first woman came into the room. She noticed that her first guest was slightly older than she expected, probably in her late 30's or early 40's. She did not immediately make her way over to introduce herself, as she wanted each woman to be able to make the first move and not feel threatened by what was going to be discussed

Shortly a second woman entered the room and headed directly to the bar. She was somewhat younger than the first, but the way she carried herself gave the impression that she was more mature than she appeared. She was a striking beauty with long blonde hair that came well down below her shoulders, and Rita could not help but muse how much trouble hair of that length was to take care of. The woman wore leather from her neck down, including the tall high-heel boots that adorned her feet. In Rita's opinion, this woman was the classic dominatrix that she had heard so much about. Rita closed her eyes and envisioned a man crawling on his hands and knees, preparing to worship her boots. This had never been one of her fantasies, but for some reason, she felt a small amount of moisture beginning to form from the walls of her vagina. She shook her head vigorously to clear the thought away just as she felt a hand touch her shoulder.

Where were you? Monica asked.

I am sorry, Rita responded. I did not see you come into the room.

Obviously. It is difficult to see much of anything with your eyes closed. If I did not know better, I would think that you were deep into some sexual fantasy.

Yes, well, maybe I was a little bit. Perhaps some other time, we can have a conversation about it, but today is for other people's stories.

Monica looked around the room and shook her head. It looks as if you only have a couple of stories to be heard. I thought for sure that more of our members would like to share their stories with you.

Well, I still have not heard your story, so if you are willing, that will make three.

I have a much better idea. Instead of me telling you my story, why don't you come over to the house tomorrow for dinner, and you can get a first-hand view of how a dominant wife marriage works.

Rita looked at her friend and cocked an eyebrow in an inquisitive look. "Are you sure that is such a good idea? Won't Roy object to