The Secret Hotwife
From flirting online to champagne and lingerie in a hotel suite - our night with another hot ENM couple
“Noah’s hands sank down to grasp my ass as I rode him, and my legs instinctively parted to take more of him in. The throb of my clitoris pounding against his stomach again and again was too much and I could feel the unmistakable building of an orgasm. Just then I heard the telltale sound of Emily squirting all over J’s hand next to us; her gasps and his groans the perfect compliment to the soundtrack of Noah murmuring “cum on my cock…” in my ear as I exploded on top of him...”
To anybody watching, I’m sure we looked like any other couples enjoying an evening out together; four people laughing and chatting over drinks, perhaps before heading for dinner.
Those watching more closely might have picked up on a few subtle cues; a dozen miniscule and barely noticeable ‘tells’ that this was no ordinary couples' night out - the appreciative gazes that lasted a beat too long, the brush of fingers against a knee under the table, the slightly coquettish twirling of hair that exposed necks and highlighted breasts - but then maybe not.
Only those who were watching longer, as the drinks flowed and the hour grew later, would find themselves truly clued in. If you saw us sipping cocktails in Behind Closed Doors in Leeds a couple of hours later, you would have seen Emily lean into my ear and suggest in a whisper that we swap places. You would have seen her husband’s hand slip between my thighs, and my husband’s lips find hers. You would have seen Noah’s long fingers graze my nipple lightly through my top as we kissed, and the moment we all decided that enough was enough, grabbed our jackets, and made a rather breathless beeline for the exit.
We started chatting to Emily and Noah on SwingHub at the beginning of the year. A ‘wink’ became an admiring comment and then a flurry of face-picture swapping, followed by a snap of attraction all round. We’ve spoken to some great-looking couples on SwingHub, but there was a distinct crackle of chemistry here that stood out for both of us. They were a gorgeous and charismatic couple who also happened to be funny, friendly, witty, and interesting. It was an exciting discovery.
As we began to sink into a good four-way chat, someone floated the idea of a video call and so, at 9pm one Sunday evening in February, we all locked ourselves into bedrooms and offices away from our respective kids and met for a virtual glass of wine. It was easy and fun - despite the fact I managed to spill an entire glass of red wine onto our white bedding shortly after saying hello to them both - and 90 minutes passed in the blink of an eye. By the time we hung up, the idea of spending an evening naked with these two was a really exciting prospect.
After the video call, the chat really amped up. There were pictures, videos, gifs, and plenty of teasing. As I alluded to in last week’s blog, there was also an incredibly sexy four-way messaging orgy one Saturday afternoon that left us all wound up and horny as we tormented each other with talk of what we wanted to do when we finally met up. We were all heading to the LoveToSocial event in Leeds the following Saturday - our first time meeting in the flesh - and were already beginning to doubt how much of the social we’d actually see, as the conversation began to drift to hotel rooms, champagne, and lingerie…
‘Seriously, I’m so turned on right now, my clit is actually throbbing,’ I wrote in the chat, as the photos and talk of what we all wanted to do to each other spilled out.
‘I bet it tastes so good…’ Noah replied, leaving me counting the minutes until J was going to be home so that I could push his face down between my legs.
‘Not gonna lie, I’m basically dripping wet right now,” Emily revealed.
‘The visual of that…’ J responded, and I knew how hard we were going to fuck each other that night, thinking about the mass of tangled limbs and sweaty panting bodies we were all hoping to be a part of the next week.
‘Are we even going to make this social?’ Noah asked.
The second they walked into the bar of the Dakota hotel in Leeds on Saturday, six weeks after we’d first started chatting, my stomach flipped happily. Walking towards us, it was clear they were everything they’d appeared to be. Noah was tall and seriously good looking with a great smile, and Emily was blonde, feminine, and absolutely beautiful. We greeted them with hugs and kisses all round, before settling down with drinks, soaking up that slightly twisty, excited ‘first ten minutes of a first date’ nervous vibe. We all confessed later, when we were much more comfortable together, that we’d had nerves in the run up. It’s all part of it, of course, and I think we all knew there was going to be good chemistry between us, but the relief when the in-person vibes feel as good as you’d hoped is always seriously satisfying.
We did make it to the social, but I’d be lying if I said we were there for long. After so much talking and flirting, I think we were all feeling an eagerness to get back to the hotel and pop the cork on that champagne. The social was already busy when we arrived, the queue for the bar snaking through the room, and we greeted a few familiar faces. We met up with some other friends and it was great to see people, but as Noah leaned in to talk in my ear, his large hand rested intimately on my lower back, it was difficult to think of much else. Nearby, J and Emily were talking, and something he said made her giggle. I already knew J thought she was absolutely gorgeous - I’d taken his rock hard cock in my mouth many times that week as we talked about her, and her incredible body - and watching them now it was clear the heat was reciprocated. I felt my stomach clench in delicious anticipation.
I was grateful when Emily took the reins soon after and suggested we swap seats, sliding under as I slid over until I was settled into the dimly-lit booth next to Noah. We talked a little, flirted a lot, and I don’t remember exactly how his mouth found mine, but I remember the rush of heat and attraction it brought with it. The man could kiss, I mean really kiss. Next to us, J and Emily were also kissing, and suddenly it was as if all of the build-up and teasing, and flirting all kind of culminated, and I don't think any one of us at that table wanted to waste any more time.
Noah and I pulled apart breathlessly. “Well…” I began, nodding slowly as I pushed my lips into a thoughtful pout. “Yup, that works.”
He grinned, our faces still inches apart: “Yup.” A single nod. “Agreed. Shall we go?”
As Noah and Emily popped back to their own place to grab a few essentials, and J went to our hotel bar for some champagne glasses, I headed back to our suite. I turned on some music, then changed into lingerie, enjoying a few minutes alone to soak up the erotic anticipation of the night ahead as I slid out of my skirt and body, pulling on one of my favourite sets, and sliding my legs into stockings.
Minutes later they were all spilling in the door and I pulled the champagne from the fridge, my fingers already working the foil. I saw Noah slowly scan my body approvingly, and then J’s eyes soaking up the view as Emily, realising she was now a little overdressed, began to peel off her dress revealing stunning lingerie and a gorgeous, toned body. As Noah popped the champagne and began to fill glasses, J and Emily sank onto the sofa, and I waited until Noah was settled in the armchair opposite before settling onto his lap.
There’s a real sexiness in a moment like that, that any couple who hasn’t explored ENM would struggle to comprehend. I can’t begin to explain how incredibly normal and erotic it feels - after you’ve done the work together as a couple, had all the conversations, communicated, and built trust and clear boundaries - to sit on the knee of another woman’s husband while she is doing the same with yours. You might imagine it would feel bizarre to me to chat and drink champagne while watching a beautiful woman in lingerie cuddle in close to my husband; to all laugh and share stories together as her husband’s fingers caress the bare skin of my thigh above the line of my stocking.
It doesn’t. Oh god, it does not. It’s sexy as hell.
Noah’s shirt was already discarded on the floor when he pulled out the power move of the night, standing and essentially bicep-curling me to him, holding me with one hand as he topped up everyone’s champagne with the other. Seriously. Cue the meme of the southern belle fanning herself.
As he sank back down into the chair, with me on top of him, the heat and tension in the room, which had been growing since we’d all got back, finally came to a head. Enough was enough. There was a gif someone had shared in our chat the previous week that I hadn’t been able to get out of my head, a deeply sexy snapshot of four people on a bed - a sweaty mass of hands stroking, tongues licking, mouths sucking, cocks fucking... I wanted that right now with these three gorgeous people, and I didn’t want to wait another second…
I met Noah’s eyes and kissed him then, and he responded immediately, dropping his champagne glass down on the table next to us as our tongues slid across each other, our lips exploring each other. I love kissing, especially in moments like this, when the clothes are already coming off, and you know it’s the last time you’ll simply be kissing, with all the promise of the filthy fun ahead within touching distance. His hands were on my body then, cupping my breast, his thumb grazing my nipple through my bra, making it stand up hard in seconds, and delivering an immediate shot of lust straight through me. The conversation in the room had stopped, and behind us I could hear J and Emily kissing too.
I pulled Noah to his feet then, pulling off jeans and boxers before pushing him back into the chair and sinking to my knees between his legs. He was already hard as I slid my tongue along the length of him, enjoying the way his breathing quickened as I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock, tasting him, letting him feel the warmth and wetness of my mouth on him. I looked up, holding his gaze as my lips began to work the very end of him, watching his brow furrow appreciatively as I began to take him in a little at a time, then his moan as I sank my mouth all the way down on to him. He tasted so good.
Behind us I could hear J’s groans of pleasure as Emily was taking him in her mouth too. He would tell me later how good she felt, how hungry for his cock she was, how deeply she took him. Soon after, I heard him pick her up and carry her through to the bedroom, which was separated from us by a wall of slats, meaning Noah still had a good view of his wife as J laid her on the bed and started to remove her lingerie.
Noah pulled me up and kissed me deeply, his tongue in my mouth and his cock resting between my breasts. I pressed against him, grinding the hardness of him against my chest.
“You taste so good,” I murmured between kisses.
“Yeah?” he replied, nibbling my bottom lip in his teeth, making me moan.
“I need more…” I told him, then dropped my head back between his legs, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock and taking him in my mouth again.
Soon, the noises coming from the bedroom sounded too good to resist. We stripped off the rest of our clothes, and took our champagne glasses through to join J and Emily. We were greeted by the sight of the two of them completely naked on the bed, J's head between her legs. Emily was raised up on her elbows, her face flushed with pleasure as she watched J work her with his tongue. It was an incredible sight, and behind me I heard Noah moan to see his wife like that.
As I laid on the bed beside her, Noah lowered his head, kissing up my legs, my thighs, until finally I felt his tongue slide across my clit, which was already soaking wet for him. My head fell back and I completely lost myself to the sensation of his tongue, slow at first, and then building faster. I felt J’s hand wrap around my leg, even as his tongue was on Emily, pulling my knee down towards him and opening me up more to Noah’s mouth. Then I felt Emily’s hand snake across my stomach, her fingers gently caressing my skin. I slid a hand over towards her too, my hands tracing the soft curve of her breasts and her stomach, our legs pressed against each other as each of our husbands’ tongues were on the other. It was a really hot moment.
And the night was littered with hot moments. There’s no way I could recall every single thing we did or even the order of most things, but there are some very vivid flashes from that evening that I’ve been enjoying in the days since.
I remember kneeling behind J, trailing my nails down his back as he had his face and fingers buried between Emily’s thighs. She was reclined back on her elbows watching him, the most amazing noises coming from her. Noah appeared behind me as we watched them and whispered in my ear that I should run my fingernails down Emily too. I leaned over J and stroked my fingernails down her stomach, causing her moans to intensify as the combination of my nails on her skin and J’s tongue on her clit pushed her towards orgasm.
Later, I sat on top of her as she took J in her mouth, my fingers tracing the soft skin of her chest, her stomach, her breasts. I’ve never played with women, never been so much as bi-curious, but something about this group of people, the sexiness in the air, Emily’s beauty and the softness of her skin, made me want to touch her. I lowered my head and ran my tongue across her nipple, then took it in my mouth, enjoying the feel of it there, the gentle gasp she made as she continued to move her mouth up and down on J, who was stroking my back and enjoying the view. Noah came back into the room then, and at the sight of Emily and I stacked on top of each other, dropped to his knees at the bottom of the bed and took turns to swirl his tongue against each of us, pleasuring first her and then me with his fingers and mouth.
There are lots of sexy snatches of memories after that: Emily telling J that if he put one more finger inside of her he was going to make her squirt, which he was only too happy to oblige with, and was rewarded as promised; Noah inviting me to ride his face as he fucked his wife; J pinning Emily up against the wall and making her cum.
The first time Noah finally rolled a condom on, we’d all been playing and pleasuring for a long time, and I couldn't wait to feel him in me, to feel filled up, my pussy was throbbing with want. Noah sat back against the headboard and I climbed on top of him, taking my time to sink slowly down on to him until I was sat flat against him, feeling every inch of his cock filling me up. He kept his eyes on me as I began to ride him slowly, my hands on the wall behind him, my breasts brushing his face. As the intensity built, Noah’s hands sank down to grasp my ass as I rode him, pulling me firmly onto him, and my legs instinctively parted to take more of him in. The throb of my clitoris pounding against his stomach again and again was too much and I could feel the unmistakable building of an orgasm, heating up my body in a wave from my feet to my head. Just then I heard the telltale sound of Emily squirting all over J’s hand next to us; her gasps and his groans the perfect compliment to the soundtrack of Noah murmuring “cum on my cock…” in my ear as I exploded on top of him.
After close to five hours of sweaty non-stop playing and fucking, we all fell exhausted on the bed. Following another private joke made in our earlier messages, Noah and Emily had brought along some Ferrero Rocher in the spirit of “really spoiling us…” We ordered wine from room service and spread out on the bed to eat, drink, and chat until well into the early hours of the morning. It was the perfect end to an amazing night. I sat at the bottom of the bed, my hand on J’s thigh and my foot on Noah’s. Noah was laid out at the top of the bed next to Emily, squeezing my foot with one hand, and holding Emily’s hand with the other, and she had her foot extended down towards J whose hand was resting on her thigh as he cuddled in towards me. It was another one of those delicious moments that only other ENM couples could possibly understand.
There was a moment, at around 3am when I looked around at these three gorgeous people filling up our bed, and felt that familiar pang of heat starting all over again in the pit of my stomach...but that was crazy, I told myself. We’d been in this room since 9.30pm, and I knew everyone was exhausted. It wasn’t until the next day, as we all met to chat over coffee before heading off for our various Sunday plans, that I discovered all three of them had been having the exact same thought.
Ohhh next time...
See you next week
- The Secret Hotwife
