GUEST POST: "My night with a Hotwife..."

"Just as I'm about to have sex with a married woman, her husband walks in on us..."

It's summer and I'm on a double-date. My friend has set me up with his fiancée's best friend. She's a beautiful brunette, she has a curvy body and a wicked smile. She's really kind and quick-witted too. It's our second date and we're sitting in a restaurant waiting for our starters to arrive. We're making our way through the first round of drinks and the conversation turns to relationships. We discuss our successes and our failures. I'm asked if I would ever date a bisexual woman. My reply makes me cringe. "I'd love to! She can have her own girlfriend on the condition that I get to watch and join in from time to time..."

An audible gasp leaves their lips and my friend is giving me an almighty side-eye. They wanted to know my stance on LGBTQ rights, same-sex marriage, parenting, that sort of thing..... not my pervy little fantasy.

I'd been actively exploring ENM, open relationships, and swinging for about a month or so, anonymously. I had signed up to a popular website and was chatting to other people on the forums who were, for the most part, living this life in secret too. Some had just set up accounts like I had. Some had been in the lifestyle for decades. Apart from anything illegal, no conversation is off limits. Singles and couples talk openly about their sex lives. It took me a while to become comfortable voicing my most vanilla interests in sex. They casually discussed what they've done.... what they want to do. Some have essentially completed Sex with nothing left on the aptly named Fuck-et list. The conversation is so open, so casual, people talk about gang-bangs like they do the weather and this casualness had found its way into my everyday conversation. Oops.

I had profiles across a number of apps. I was, and still am, looking for a Friend with Benefits. A woman local to me who would meet me for sex. We'd explore each others kinks without being in a relationship. At this point in my life, where I'm at, it's what's best (I'm not afraid of commitment for the record). We'd also hang out from time-to-time as well; art galleries, drinks, dinner, etc. This type of arrangement is often shunned by people. Grow up fuck-boy! You're in your 30's and you're still "figuring out your relationship type" is littered across the traditional dating apps as being unacceptable, shameful. I wasn't, in all honesty, looking to meet couples but I kept my filters open because they did intrigue me. Especially the stag/vixens who seemed to be having the most fun. I had received messages on the swinger website from people who were looking to meet single men but I was constantly surprised and disheartened at the approach they took. They have very high expectations: "We need a porn sized dick," "must be at least 6ft+" A standard (looks wise) that they won't remotely compromise on. "Muscular, ripped guys only," "Don't waste our time! We're only looking to meet the very best!" The conversation always turned out the same. It had become emotionally draining. They expected me to jump through hoops for them. Prove myself, why should I be given the chance considering how competitive it is for single guys on here? I wasn't aware I had entered into a competition and I found job interviews more enjoyable. They don't demand to see pictures of my face and cock as an opening message for example. They had zero interest in me as a person too, just a human dildo performing a role for them. I think I'll pass.

On the app Feeld I was scrolling through the feed. It was still showing couple's accounts. Some I recognised from the swinger website. I wasn't going to "like" any of them. I wasn't interested anymore. I had completely lost faith in couples. I sat eating a tub of Ice cream in my loungewear, re-watching Friends ,and rolling my eyes thinking "I'm so over it...." Not entirely accurate that last part but you get the idea.

Then I stumble across a Hotwife. The Hotwife is a big fantasy of mine. I've always had a slight rebellious streak and find myself getting on with others that do too. Nothing illegal or to the detriment of others. Just a little "Fuck offness" about them. There's something about a married couple who enjoys throwing a little Cayenne Pepper into the mix every now and again that really appeals to me. It's rebellious and naughty. She immediately stood out from the crowd. Her photos are superb. Tasteful, erotic, professionally done. If you've got it you flaunt it and my god does she have it. I read her bio, carefully written and detailed. She talks about herself and her Husband "J." Their journey into the lifestyle, their dynamic. It's optimistic and full of positive energy. They are doing it for the right reasons. I look at her husband's profile, he lists a few of his interests outside of the lifestyle. Creating businesses and a love of 'dad' jokes. Much like birdwatching, dad jokes just have this way of creeping up on you. You find yourself laughing hysterically at a corny pun when others sigh and you wonder if that's a finch or a wren in your back garden. It happens to you. Be warned.

I send her a Ping and after some time we match.

I reach out to her with a simple message and a dad joke for J. It's well-received and our conversation from that point flows. We discuss our interest in the lifestyle, what we like about it, what we don't. What we've done so far and what we haven't. We are getting to know each other and finding mutual interests, compatibility. It's refreshing and I'm really enjoying our chat. It has reignited my interest in meeting a couple and after a few weeks we move from Feeld to WhatsApp.

To celebrate the next step of moving off the app and sharing our real names she sends me a nude picture... I want to lick her all over.

Our chat starts to become a lot more flirty and we agree to a time and a date to meet in person. A drink.... the three of us....

I'm in Mayfair, a few minutes away from meeting my first couple and the butterflies in my stomach are going crazy. I think there's a Monarch Migration going on. I tell myself that I could just go home. I don't have to do this but I know that's just the chicken shit part of my brain. Life starts at the edge of your comfort zone, an uncomfortable truth. Besides i'm just going for a drink, it's no big deal. I make my way down the stairs and there they are. They both stand to greet me and I'm initially surprised at the size of J. He's massive. Handsome, 6'3 and built like a rugby player. He smiles and shakes my hand. She's closer to my height 5'6/5'7 (I'm a modest 5'8) She is every bit as gorgeous as the photos she has sent me. A beautiful face, the eyes, the lips, the long blonde hair. Her body is sleek and sexy, a toned stomach with incredible breasts and a backside to match. Her outfit clings to her accentuating her femininity. She's extremely attractive and I get a flutter of butterflies when we hug each other.

We start to talk and I'm immediately put at ease. They're both very charismatic, confident, interesting, intelligent. We discuss those shared interests, we laugh at the jokes we tell and the stories we share. We talk about our lives, what we do for a living and where we've come from. How they met and when they finally got together. The cocktails are flowing, they're exotic and unconventional too. Fitting, when you think about it. Our night flies by and the daunting prospect of meeting this couple and potentially splitting the bill comes to an end.

The following evening she messages me. It's Sunday and I'm getting ready for work the next morning. We talk about their first experience. She shares a picture her husband took. It triggers something in me. I'm so incredibly turned on by what I see. She has this glow. Her hair to one side, her breasts engorged, her back and bum caught in the reflection of the mirror behind her. It's so erotic, so real. They haven't just thought about it, they've actually done it. She IS a Hotwife! Our messages went into new territory then. They were so explicit, so incredibly sexual, we teased and toyed each other. Everything from the pictures we sent to the dirty talk we typed was building up the anticipation and it was boiling over. I couldn't think of anything else. I really, really want this woman.

A second date for meeting is set. I had made the decision to book two days off work. I want to see where this goes and I don't want a lack of time or my normal boring life getting in the way. I spend the day before our meet relaxing and listening to music. My playlist is varied and I listen to just about every genre. Nova by Kaspar (German speed techno) A slowed, reverbed version of Doja Cat Streets. I'm surprisingly calm today. I do some light stretching. I select the clothes I want to wear and I go through my grooming and hygiene routine. The time has come for me to leave and I have one last song I want to listen to. It's a favourite of mine. A fan-made slowed and reverbed version of Kehlani's Gangsta. It's epic.

Our second date is just the two of us. We're meeting at a bar in Shoreditch for a drink. I arrive first, the bar is underground. It's intimate and cosy, a great location for a date. I've made a reservation but I'm not happy with where we're sitting. It's too far apart, we need to be close so I ask to move. She wants to feel my hand on her thigh, she wants to pull me in close to kiss. She also wants to see how hard she can make me and feel my erection through my jeans. This wouldn't be difficult. She shows up wearing a black dress. It's split down one side and every so often exposes her leg as she moves. I think about those legs wrapping around my waist.

The conversation is flirty, we order our drinks. We talk about what we've been up to since we last saw each other. The clubs we've visited and the ones we haven't. We talk about a popular one in London called Torture Garden. I ask her what she would wear and she tells me she'd go with a black latex bodysuit, like the one Catwoman wears... Her, in a black latex bodysuit, with that body! This is killing me!

Our hands are wandering. I feel her toned thigh and stroke it up-and-down. Her skin soft to the touch. Her hand makes its way past my leg and onto my crotch. We talk a little more about her being a Hotwife. Being a married woman and having sex with other men. I'm hard. I'm used to it now. She has that effect on me. She feels it for the first time giving my cock a gentle squeeze. It excites her. We kiss, she bites my ear. We can't keep our hands and lips off each other. I notice that the staff and people around us are watching, glancing over, side eyes...if we don't leave soon we're going to be asked to leave.

The hotel they're staying at is literally above us. A pure coincidence, perhaps tonight it's just meant to be. We are kissing and caressing each other at every opportunity. Only pausing when others are nearby... although I can't resist running my hand down her body when we're in the lift. The bystanders do notice....but I can't stop myself at this point. We eventually make it inside the hotel room.

The room is full of cameras, pointing towards the bed. I sit down and she straddles me, we're kissing each other. Lips, necks....everything. Biting each other too. She begins to take off her dress exposing her chest. I suck and bite one of her nipples. As I do I hear the door to the room open. Just as I'm about to have sex with a married woman her husband walks in on us. He's there to watch, he was nearby the whole time. On our date, dropping in to watch us from across the room, enjoying a drink of his own. It's their kink. He's a voyeur and she's an exhibitionist. It gets them off and they do this for each other. You can admit it too reader, it turns you on as well, doesn't it?

My shirt removed, she begins kissing my abs and making her way down to my boxers. Unfortunately I have made the mistake of wearing boots and double knotting my laces. A rookie mistake, always wear something you can easily slip out of. I do kill the momentum somewhat as I have to take the time to undo my laces and remove my boots. Is it mildly embarrassing? Sure I guess so, do I remotely care? No, I don't. Why not, you ask? Because what is running through my mind is the only thing on my mind. It's what I've been thinking about for weeks now. Ever since we met in person, her sharing that picture on that Sunday evening.

I'm going to be having sex with a Goddess of a woman.

I finally have her mouth around me, she takes me all in. The excitement and relief of having her is building up within me and I have to pull her off. I can already feel I'm getting close and I made a promise. She gave me no peace for all those weeks. The pictures, the dirty talk, all of it constantly on my mind. So, I was not going to give her any rest, at least not yet. I go to take a condom from my jacket and I see her and J having a moment together. It's tender, this loving couple that just want to make each other happy. They are gazing into each others eyes.

J leaves us to it then. He had returned to the hotel room to check in on her and hit record on the cameras. It was also live streaming to his phone. J headed back downstairs to the bar. He would've ordered himself a bourbon, a classic and on the rocks, as is his style I had come to learn. Sat comfortably in his chair the burning heat of the alcohol would be only a fraction of what he was going to watch through his screen. His Hotwife and I were about to fuck each other.

It's now just the two of us. I have the Hotwife...all to myself.

The sex is incredible. I can't place the sequence of events that clearly. I can't even remember what I did. It's an erotic blur, a passionate assault on all my senses. Sometimes it was deep, slow and sensual and other times primal, animalistic. It was intense. The eye contact, the kissing, the biting, the dirty talk we whisper to each other. All of it intoxicating. I finish inside her. I give her a kiss and remove myself from the bed.

J has returned to the room now and is getting undressed. They're about to put on a show.

I put my boxers back on and pick up my phone. I decide to take some pictures and video of them having their moment together. A few angles that they otherwise might not have been able to capture. It's the least I can do.

I make my way to the bathroom to freshen up. I splash cold water on my face and rub some over my body. I'm sweaty and boiling hot. I notice that my back is completely covered in scratches from her fingernails. Like Catwoman she has left her mark all over me. I like it... I like it a lot.

I head back into the bedroom and they're going at it. The sound of their bodies clashing together. I walk over to the balcony and stare out the window. I take a moment for myself. I have no idea what the time is but I know it's late. London is completely still outside, almost silent. I love this time of night. I find it comforting, always have. The ambient light, the surreal shadows.

What happens next is completely unexpected. My sex life, having already entered new territory, is about to go to places I never thought it would, at least not yet.

I'm watching them. What I'm seeing is incredibly hot. A live sex show and I'm an audience of one. She's in reverse cowgirl riding her husband and she's staring directly at me with those eyes. She makes a gesture with her index finger. She's calling me back in. I climb onto the bed and begin passionately kissing her. I'm hard again and my boxers are getting uncomfortable. I slide them down past my cock so they're around my thighs. She takes me back in her mouth. We are now having a threesome. We move to a different position. Her husband is now going down on her and she is sucking the soul out of me. Her hand is firmly clutching onto my backside, she's pulling as much of me into her mouth as she possibly can. I'm amazed at what I'm seeing, her mind has gone somewhere else. Her inner sexual demon, already unleashed is going on a rampage. She's devouring me! Her husband makes her cum as I'm sucking and biting her breasts. It's just next level seeing a woman in that state of euphoria. It's unreal, just thinking about it now gets me horny. She tells me to get another condom from my jacket. The sex is once again incredible, a mix of sensual and primal, really sweaty and hot. I have to pull out to stop myself from cumming again. I don't want to finish yet. I have to last longer than this. My efforts are futile though and I tell her that I can't hold on much longer. I cum deep inside her. The sensation so strong I feel my legs shake and quiver. My mind still wants her but my body is spent. We've been at it for hours and she's had no rest the entire time. A joint effort it turns out, but a promise fulfilled.

We end our night with some conversation, a laugh. The "Oh shit" that did actually happen. There's a post sex buzz. The threesome was a new experience for all of us. My first ever meet had gone off with a bang. "Welcome to the lifestyle" she says.

I say goodnight and leave the hotel. It's cold out. I open my Uber app but no one wants to make the 45 minute drive away from central London. I live closer to Heathrow than I do Westminster. After some time a man approaches me on the street asking if I need a lift. I tell him where I live and he gives me a blank stare. He's never heard of it. I show him on Google maps where I need to go. He rolls his eyes and we begin bartering a price for the fare. He asks for cash so I withdraw some money from a cash point. He's an unlicensed cabbie, just hustling and trying to make a living. That's cool. I just want to get home. I climb into his old banger of a car and we make the long journey back to mine. He asks if I've had a good night. I tell him that I met some friends for drinks.

"We lost track of the time and got a bit carried away..."

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