The Secret Hotwife
Is there anything more exciting than a date?
A Hotwife date?
A solo Hotwife date..?
I felt a tingle of anticipation as I checked the time on my phone: 7.50pm. Ten minutes to go. I slicked on lipgloss in the mirror, my hair - shiny and straight tonight - was pulled over one shoulder exposing my neck and collarbone. My husband’s reflection smiled back at me, his gaze admiring as it travelled up my body, which was still dressed only in lingerie; his eyes slowing around the curve of my ass, pausing to drink in the back dimples he loves so much. He took a photo on his phone, capturing the pre-date preparations he finds so sexy.
We were in London to attend Killing Kitten’s Mansion House in Windsor the next day, but tonight I was heading out solo. I was meeting ‘Tom’ at 8pm in a bar next door to the hotel that we were staying at in Shoreditch.
J and I had met up with Tom together a couple of weeks earlier, the last time we were in the city. He and I had been chatting on Feeld for a little while after he landed in my DMs with a friendly intro for me and a dad joke for J. It broke the ice and I liked him immediately. His wasn’t the usual assault of aggressive flirting, terrible pick-up lines, or dick pics that too often make an appearance in our various app inboxes, and his photos teased a handsome face. The conversation flowed easily for a few weeks and so, the next time J and I were in London, the three of us decided to get together for a drink. J and I always do this; a chemistry check is important for us, for me. I like to know there’s heat in person, or else what’s the point? We met at a tiny little speakeasy bar in the heart of Mayfair and spent a really great couple of hours chatting and laughing with Tom over cocktails. I knew I wanted to see him again, and luckily the feeling was mutual.
“So, how was the ‘chemistry’ test for you..?” I texted him that night, back at our hotel as I thanked him for coming out to meet us.
He confirmed it had been a good night, and that the attraction had been strong for him, as it had for me. “You’re a 10 btw…” he added with a wink.
“I always feel a little nervous at these first meets,” I wrote in reply, “but when the nerves take a while to go, I know it’s because I’m attracted to the person we’re meeting, and they took a while to go tonight…”
Tom ticked all the boxes for me. He was good looking and muscly, intelligent and funny with sexy eyes and a killer smile. He and J had hit it off too, which is essential, and while - unlike Mark, who was incredibly experienced when we met him - Tom was a newcomer, he had a really great attitude to and interest in the lifestyle. He was very open to learning about what we liked and why, what excited me, and what I enjoyed sexually, which was a huge turn-on in itself.
The chat, which had been friendly with a hint of flirting for the first few weeks, really stepped up after that first meeting as we both started to get excited about meeting up again.
A solo date wasn’t something J and I had ever done before. We’d come into the lifestyle to experience stag/vixen, but as we ticked every experience off, we quickly realised there were so many other things we wanted to explore. The idea of going out on my own with someone, of spending the evening with them, and then filling J in on the details later felt incredibly sexy for both of us. As a woman, there was an extra layer of sexiness in knowing my husband trusted me to do that, that he wanted to give me the space and freedom to sexually explore independently of him. I didn’t know, as I was getting ready that night, which way the evening was going to go, and that in itself was really sexy. Would this just be drinks and flirting? Kissing? Would I invite him back to the room? Would J meet us there straightaway or wait to join us a little later? We’d spoken clearly together about what we were comfortable with, but were happy to leave the specifics to how things felt on the night, which was unbelievably sexy in itself.
At a couple of minutes to 8pm, J walked me downstairs and to the cocktail bar where Tom and I were meeting, kissed me goodbye at the door, and I headed down the stairs to Seed Library on Shoreditch High Street on my own.
Tom was already there as I hit the bottom of the stairs, tucked into a small table in the dimly lit room. He rose to kiss me on the cheek and I felt a shot of attraction as my eyes took him in, that smile, those eyes... I opted to squeeze into the seat next to him rather than sit opposite, and we ordered some drinks. I was a little nervous in those first couple of minutes, but that’s exactly why we take the time to find guys who are a good fit for us. Tom was friendly and chatty and put me right at ease, and I was soon focusing instead on how good he looked, the heat of his body next to mine, the delicious anticipation as his fingers grazed my thigh.
We covered a lot of ground in the next couple of hours, talking flirtily and openly about everything, from work and relationships, to - of course - sex. After a particularly raunchy story about mine and J’s first stag/vixen experience, I moved my hand towards the strain of his erection through his jeans and saw his pupils dilate slightly as I slid my fingers along him, happy to feel that my story had had the desired effect. We kissed then, my hand grasping him a little harder as his hand found my thigh and his fingers began to stroke me. It was sexy in that way that first kisses are when you’ve both been thinking for a while about how good they’ll feel. When we broke apart a couple of minutes later, we were both a little breathless. We remembered where we were when we saw the waiters eyeing us, and straightened up a little with a smile.
I’d texted J a few times throughout the evening, letting him know how things were going, how it had felt to kiss Tom, teasing him with a photo of Tom’s hand on my thigh, knowing how much he’d enjoy seeing it.
“We need to do this again soon,” I murmured in Tom’s ear a couple of drinks later, as we broke apart from another kiss. By now the small gap that had existed between us on the seat when we arrived was completely gone. His hand was still resting on my thigh, where my dress was split to expose my leg up to the hip.
“We do,” he agreed, his face inches from mine, his hand sliding, almost imperceptibly, a little higher. “When are you thinking?”
“Ohhhh…” I leaned forward and picked up my wine glass to take another sip before returning it to the table and looking back at him, my eyes suggestive, teasing. “...soon.”
All was quiet between us for just a couple of seconds, and I saw his eyes flick to my mouth as I bit the corner of my bottom lip between my teeth, then back to my face.
“Y'know, you do have a room upstairs…right?” he asked, his face breaking out into a cheeky smile.
And just like that, it was on. I nodded, my hand squeezing his leg.
“Shall we get out of here?” he whispered,
“Let’s go,” I confirmed. As Tom paid for the drinks (a gentleman), I texted J to let him know we were heading up to the room. The truth was we’d fantasised about my taking Tom back to the room on my own quite a bit in the run up to that meeting, but had both had a bit of a wobble the night before and decided that it might be too much too soon for us. We didn’t want to rush into something we weren’t ready for, no matter how good it felt when we were both horny. We’d agreed a solo drinks date was probably enough for one night. If things did progress from there, we said, the three of us would meet together back in the hotel room.
However.
Earlier that day, the conversation had once again come around to the idea of solo sex. I was turned on by the idea of exploring things with Tom on my own for a little while, taking complete ownership of what I wanted, just for me, and J couldn’t deny the idea of his wife being naughty all on her own in the hotel room without him was a supremely sexy thought.
“If it feels good to you to be on your own with him for a bit, let me know, I’m down for anything,” J told me.
In texts that evening, while Tom was in the bathroom, I told J the evening was going really well, that things were heating up, and that we may head upstairs. J asked how I’d feel if he were to leave us alone for a while, to which I typed back ‘Absolutely excellent.’
Half an hour later, I texted again to let him know we were making a move.
‘You want to meet us there when you’re ready…?’ I typed, my words filled with meaning. I waited for the dots to appear, that told me J was replying, then the short message flashed up: ‘You two start, I’ll be up a little later.’
My stomach flipped. Just like that, we’d decided, and I felt a thrill in the pit of my stomach. Tonight I was officially a solo Hotwife. ‘Love you, come up whenever you’re ready,’ I replied, then slid my phone into my bag.
It’s a bit of a strange feeling, walking to a hotel room with a man that you’re attracted to, who you’ve spent the evening flirting with, who you’re planning to have sex with, but who isn’t your husband, while your husband is texting you to have fun and telling you he’ll be upstairs shortly…
Did I say strange? Fuck that. I mean incredible. I had butterflies in my stomach, but I was excited, turned on from hours of teasing, and ready to get in that room. As it happens the fun actually started in the lift. The other two people in the lift got out a couple of floors before us and the second the doors closed behind them, Tom and I were kissing hungrily; his hands on my ass, pulling me closer to him against the wall.
When we made it to the room, I was on top of him on the edge of the bed within a minute, feeling his hardness between my legs, moaning as he kissed my neck, feeling his body react as I ran my nails down his back, his breathing quickening as my fingers began to work at his belt buckle. I slid the straps of my dress off my shoulders, and he wasted no time in taking my nipples in his mouth, his teeth grazing them gently as I felt my own body respond involuntarily. A louder moan escaped my mouth and my head rocked back as I enjoyed the sensation of his mouth on me, teasing, licking, sucking.
It was then that I heard the sound of a key beeping and the door to the hotel room open, as J appeared, his eyes taking in the sight of his wife straddling another man on their hotel bed. I smiled at him over Tom’s shoulder, enjoying the rush of arousal that hit his face.
“Hi honey,” I murmured, then turned back to kiss Tom, pressing him back onto the bed, his hands roaming the bare skin of my back, fingering the dimples on my lower back that my husband had kissed just hours earlier.
After hitting record on a couple of cameras we had set up around the room earlier (with Tom’s consent), and pausing to kiss me deeply and sexily, J left the room again to return to the bar downstairs, leaving me alone to experience the sexiness of being a true solo Hotwife.
I waited until I heard the door click shut, then slid to my knees on the edge of the bed and, with my eyes on Tom’s, took his erection in my mouth. I loved the way his body responded to my tongue, to my mouth; his hips rising up to meet me, his hand in my hair. Oral sex is honestly one of my favourite things - much to my husband’s delight - because I love the sensation and erotic intimacy of that moment, of seeing the effects of what I’m doing written all over someone’s face. I loved the way Tom’s eyebrows furrowed in a grimace of pleasure, how his hand tightened in my hair and his head fell back as my mouth slid up and down on him, enjoying the warmth, the wetness until he couldn’t take anymore.
“I want to taste you,” he panted in that sexy London accent as we rolled over, and suddenly he was between my legs, my body opening for him as his tongue made contact and a bolt of pleasure rocked through my body.
By the time he slipped on a condom and was finally inside me, my body was ready for him. I rode him deeply, slowly at first, then faster, harder as I felt the orgasm building in me. I knew that, right now, my husband was downstairs in the bar watching discreetly on his phone as I rode Tom, his cock hard in his trousers as he sipped his drink. The camera over my shoulder was giving him the perfect view of his wife’s ass as she rocked back and forth on this man, her pleasure evident in every racking moan, and I already knew how turned on we would get together later, replaying this moment - in words, as well as visually thanks to the footage being filmed.
Tom was sensual and passionate, his body hard in all the right places. We explored every inch of each other then, taking our time, licking and biting and fucking before finishing together loudly, and were still laid panting when J came back into the room. As Tom excused himself to the bathroom, J walked over to the bed, unzipping his trousers.
“My turn…?” he murmured sexily as he sank between my legs. He kissed me then as he slipped deep inside me, his lips and cock reclaiming me, reclaiming his solo Hotwife. Here I was, minutes after having sex with Tom, now having sex with J. I could feel Tom’s eyes on us as he emerged from the bathroom and saw him take out his phone and begin filming. It was so erotic, my husband taking me back in front of the guy who’d just finished fucking me.
We stayed like that for a while, the roles reversing as Tom took on the role of the voyeur, watching as J and I screwed. As I rode J in reverse cowgirl, facing Tom who was filming from the bottom of the bed, I slowly beckoned him over. Tom laid the phone down, came towards the bed, and bent down to kiss me. His tongue in my mouth sent a slice of pleasure down my body to where my husband was thrusting inside me, and I moaned. J moved then, positioning himself on top of me between my legs as I slid down to take Tom, who was already hard again, in my mouth.
For a while we all fucked deeply like that, my husband inside me, Tom in my mouth. It’s hard to describe how truly erotic that moment felt. I’d always assumed, way back in my ‘vanilla’ days, that I’d hate this very thing, that it would somehow leave me feeling used, maybe even violated to be taken by two men at once in this way… but it was stunningly the opposite. I’ve honestly never felt more powerful, more sexy, or as in control as I did in that moment, seeing the hold I had over these two men, how much pleasure we were all bringing to one another, how much it turned them on to see me giving myself over to them. And that’s the point, I was giving myself over to them; they weren’t taking me. It was the sexiest experience.
Moments later I experienced one of the biggest orgasms of my entire life as these two gorgeous men worked together to make me cum, my husband between my legs, and Tom sucking my nipples, J’s hands on my thighs, and Tom’s on my stomach.
What a night this had turned out to be.
After that it all gets hazy. Tom and I had sex again, slow and ever-so-fucking-hot as J watched from his familiar stag/vixen spot off to the side, a glass of bourbon in hand. Tom took my ass in his hands powerfully as he thrust into me and I completely lost myself in the pleasurable sensations that were washing over me once again. By the time we both finished the second time, we were sweaty and utterly satiated.
Ten minutes later the beauty of this lifestyle was in full effect as, after a night of truly amazing sex, J laid out on the bed and I sat next to him wearing a hotel robe as we chatted and laughed with Tom, who was getting dressed in the chair opposite.
“Welcome to the lifestyle,” I smiled at Tom, who grinned as we all reflected on the amazing night we’d just had. We hugged goodbye at the door to the hotel room and then he disappeared into the night.
After Tom left, J and I had sex again, the true reclaiming sex that was more intimate than ever now that we were alone. We came together then, our eyes on each other’s faces; his filled with a mix of wonder and love for his newly solo Hotwife. It continues to amaze me how opening up our sex life continues to bring us closer together - continues to make us more intimate, more emotionally connected, more turned on by each other than ever.
The next day, as we debriefed downstairs over hotel pancakes, J asked me how I’d enjoyed my first solo date night.
“A night to be repeated?” he asked.
I nodded firmly, a sparkle in my eye. “And, soon…”
See you next week, - The Secret Hotwife
