Book club

It's the weekend and I'm doing housework in a cute but comfortable dress.  Even though I'm not planning on going out in public today, I still paint my nails and put on basic makeup.

I set the next laundry basket down on the lawn and just as I reach for the first piece of clothing, my wife calls out to me from the sliding back door.  

Looking over my shoulder, I see her standing with a group of women I don’t recognize.  That’s when I realize they have a good view up my dress!  I quickly stand up and turn towards the group as my face reddens.

She yells that her book club is here.  Her book club consists of a dozen women, a couple of which are my wife’s closest friends.  Apparently most of them were able to make it today.  

All are either smiling or laughing as they realize what’s happening, some trying to hide it behind an open hand or stifle it altogether.  None of them are successful.

My wife continues shouting across the lawn, apologizing to me from within the middle of the group.  She supposedly “forgot” it was her turn to host the club this afternoon.  

She tells me to carry on as I was, and don’t mind them.  They’ll be inside talking about the latest book with a bottle of wine.  Maybe taking a peek out the window to see how I'm progressing with my chores!

I overhear some of them asking my wife if that’s really me in a dress and panties.  Her close friends call out a simple “hi” to me and smile as they turn around.  I can’t make out their conversation as they head back inside, but I can only imagine what they’re saying.

I take a deep breath as I realize my secret is no longer.  Inhale, exhale.  I turn back to the laundry basket and pull out one of my bras and clip it to the line.