The Secret Hotwife
Have you ever had sex in a room filled with people who are also all having sex..?
The slap of flesh against flesh, the indecipherable murmurs, the groans of pleasure as bodies are pinned, and pleasured, and pounded… there’s nothing like it, nothing that even really compares. That erotic act of watching people at their most primal - giving and receiving the most intimate pleasures with complete sexual abandon, not caring who’s watching - is its own completely unique experience.
It's fair to say, when we attended our first ever sex party 18 months ago, it was an eye-opening experience.
At that time we were still brand new to the lifestyle; we’d never been to a social event, never been to a private meet or for drinks, never even spoken to anybody else in the community. My entire knowledge of sex parties comprised of a single viewing of Eyes Wide Shut, and an episode of Secret Diary of A Call Girl (remember that?) back in the noughties, when high-class escort Belle de Jour, played by Billie Piper, accompanied a client to a private sex party in London. I remember being struck by how unbelievably sexy it looked - gorgeous venue, dark and intimate, classy, beautiful people in beautiful clothes... I had no idea how realistic any of it was, of course, so when we did some digging and heard about a company called Killing Kittens that specialise in high-end women-led erotic parties, we decided it sounded like the perfect intro.
We bought tickets for KK’s summer masquerade ball in June 2023, bought our outfits (adhering to the strict formal dress code), booked a hotel, and waited (with some degree of trepidation) for the date to roll around.
The summer ball that year was held over several floors of an enormous club in central London. In order to keep its location secure, and protect the privacy of those attending, the venue was only revealed to ticket holders 48 hours beforehand. According to the KK bylaws, women (kittens) are the only ones able to buy tickets to parties, no man can attend unless they are the guest of a kitten, and couples that arrive together must leave together.
KK’s entire premise is the empowerment and sexual liberation of women, which they do really well, and - according to the information sent out before the event - men attending any of their play parties are encouraged not to approach women without invitation, to be respectful of boundaries, to ensure consent and - above all - to respect the power of ‘no.’
“A yes can only have true power where no is an option…”
You go, KK.
The pre-party details informed us that the ball began at 9pm, and masks were mandatory until 11pm, at which point they - along with the clothes - could come off, as the ‘dress down’ portion of the evening got underway. In the weeks running up to our first party, things were really horny at home. With no frame of reference it was almost impossible to imagine what we were in for, but fun to fantasise about. In hushed conversations over glasses of wine we agreed we weren't looking to play with anyone else that night. We weren’t even committing to playing with each other, in that environment. We wanted to explore without pressure and figure out if this was something we even liked in reality, and not just as a fantasy.
We would, we said, consider this an ‘audit.’
By the time the night of the ball arrived, we were tingling with anticipation. In the hotel, my eyes met J’s meaningfully as I slid stockings up to my thighs beneath my cream evening gown. J grinned at me cheekily as he buttoned up his cream suit and tied his mask over his eyes. I can’t even remember now where our family and friends thought we were that night, but the ‘our little secret’ feeling of doing something a bit naughty together was super sexy, and served to keep our newbie-nerves somewhat under control. We both felt kind of conspicuous climbing into the taxi outside the hotel in full evening wear and masks, and I was certain every person we passed must know exactly where we were going and what we were doing, but of course - being London - nobody batted an eye. 15 minutes later we pulled up outside the venue, which was enormous and lined with couples dressed to the hilt in gorgeous white evening wear; people of every size and shape, every age, and every ethnicity. Men and women chatted, cracked jokes, and flirted with those in the queue around them, greeting new and familiar faces. There were a few obvious first-timers in the mix too, standing quietly and holding tightly to each other as they surveyed the crowd.
“What’s going on here?” a passing woman asked one of the sharply-dressed bouncers.
“Celebrity wedding,” he answered smoothly, and in a way that didn’t invite more questions. She cast an envious look at the crowd, and continued on her way.
Security at the head of the queue was thorough, and we presented our tickets, IDs, and bags to be checked. Inside, everyone was required to check-in phones and cameras, which were packaged into locked velvet pouches until the end of the night, then we were granted entry to the building.
Inside, the venue - which was beautiful, with atmospheric lighting and billowing white chiffon material strung everywhere - we followed the crowd to the bar on the top floor. Down below, over the balcony, we could see the dance-floor which was already filling up, and a stage with burlesque performances - people stripping, dancing with feathers, swirling in scarves. The audience whistled and clapped appreciatively. The atmosphere was electric.
For the next hour we alternated between the bar and the dance-floor, and by 10pm people were already beginning to ditch their masks - and their clothes. We watched two couples at the next table playing a game of Truth or Dare; the two women kissing as the men sat back in their seats, sipped their drinks, and enjoyed the view.
Feeling emboldened by a couple of glasses of champagne, I stood and slid my dress off my shoulders, down to the floor, and stepped out of it, then strutted confidently to the bar as J’s eyes followed me. The white body I was wearing was sheer, and I noticed some heads turning my way as I slinked past, though I hardly stuck out like a sore thumb in a room full of people who were equally underdressed. This was the part of the night I’d been looking forward to. I’ve long-harboured an exhibitionist streak, and strutting around in public in lingerie and heels was a fantasy for me. It might not be a popular opinion among some women in 2024, but… fuck it: when I feel good, I enjoy the feeling of men’s eyes on me; the power I feel as their eyes trace my legs, or eye up my ass or my cleavage... I dislike a building site wolf-whistle as much as the next girl, but the turn of a head to follow me as I glide past, knowing I’m the one holding all the cards…? Intoxicating.
It was fun up there, in the bar. The freedom to be openly sexual was such a turn on. The fact that we were in public but J could kiss me, and I mean really kiss me, the way he usually kisses me when we're in bed together, and slide his hand down to my bare ass, was so erotic. And, I realised, it was even more erotic knowing that people were watching us; that they could see my tongue in J’s mouth, my nipples hardening, the way I pressed myself into him, my legs either side of him, to feel that delicious pressure of his thigh between my legs...
By 10.30pm the bar had really thinned out, and most people were either on the dance-floor or downstairs in the playrooms. We were feeling brave enough to go and explore so we left the bar behind and ventured downstairs. As we descended the floors, the lights got darker and the mood hotter. We passed people sweaty from dancing and who knows what else. Women in beautiful lingerie danced, the curves of their boobs and asses jiggling to the beat, as people watched on hungrily. As we came down the last flights of stairs, and the smell of incense hit us, I’ll never forget the sight that greeted us behind a velvet rope that signalled the entrance to the play area.
A blonde woman sat on the end of a booth, a man between her legs, her mouth wrapped around his cock. Her fingers were digging into his ass, pulling him deeper into her, as he looked down to watch her mouth working him. Behind them, a woman was reclined on the leather seating, her thighs held back by the guy on the floor between her legs, his mouth firmly planted on her clit. Her face was screwed up in pleasure as others stood watching them, soaking up her moans. A man on the seat next to her slid his fingers along the skin of her thigh, and she turned her face to him, reaching out a hand to pull him in to kiss her.
Everywhere we looked, people were fucking and screwing. We walked slowly through the maze of bodies, our eyes drinking everything in, the newbie part of us forcing us to avert our gaze rather than linger too long. As we entered ‘the dungeon,’ women were bent over tables - face-down ass-up - as men and women expertly spanked and flogged them. Red stripes were already appearing on the ass of one woman from the whipping she was being administered, her groans of pleasure echoing around the space. I wasn’t sure if I was appalled or horny by what I was watching, but the tightening in my groin at the sight of all these bodies, and the sounds coming from them, was unmistakable.
J pressed me against the wall in a dark corner and leaned in, kissing my neck as he gave me a perfect view over his shoulder of people buried in each others bodies - women’s legs being pressed apart, or their heads thrown back in pleasure as they rode, and men hard and thrusting. J’s hand slipped between my legs and inside the sheer material covering my body, and he moaned in my ear as he felt how wet I was.
At that, the ‘audit’ part of the night went out the window.
J took my hand and led me into the play area. After hours of build-up and stimulation of every kind, we were so unbelievably horny. We went down some steps into another lower room that was filled with beds and saw people sprawled everywhere. I pushed J over to a bed in the corner which had two other couples on it, pushed him down between them and climbed on top of him. He was inside me within seconds. The whole night had been hours of foreplay and now he was as hard as I was wet. My body was so primed, we were both turned on and ready.
As I pushed him back further on the bed, my eyes flicked to the couple over J’s shoulder, the man laid between the woman’s open legs. I could see the flash of pubic hair as his cock pounded into her again and again, his hands on her hips, pressing her down further into the bed as he ground into her. Her thigh was brushing against J’s shoulder as I rode him. If I stopped to think about it too much, the whole thing was - at that point - still somewhat mentally unnerving, but physically my body knew what it wanted. All the sensations of the night came together in that moment and I felt the orgasm building intensely. After such a lot of build up, I came hard within minutes, with J not far behind.
It was one of the sexiest things we’d ever done to that point.
I have to be honest, there was a little bit of (what we now call) PCC (post-cum clarity) straight after, as we looked around at the bodies sprawled everywhere, and realised we were ready to get out of there. We pulled our clothes back on, a little bit awkwardly, and headed to the cloakroom to grab our things. Half an hour later we were in bed at the hotel with fried chicken watching an episode of Brookyln 99 and giggling about what we’d just done. In the weeks that followed we looked back hornily on that night a lot, recalling everything we saw and did.
Not bad for an audit…
That was our first experience of any kind with a sex party, and we consider Killing Kittens to have been a brilliant introduction. We’ve attended a few other KK things since then (more on this later) but haven’t as yet been to another of their play events… until tonight!
That’s right, this evening, 18 months on from that first night, we’re heading to Killing Kittens Mansion House at another top secret location just outside of London. It’s one of the most hotly anticipated events of the year - a masked ball, black tie attire, beautiful country mansion venue. We can’t wait.
In the run up to our first party back in 2023 I was so nervous, we both were, but there have been no nerves this week, just a whole lot of excitement. I’m looking forward to experiencing everything this particular KK party has to offer, with the confidence of 18 months of delicious experience now firmly under my belt. It's been fun remembering that first experience, and reflecting on everything that has happened to us since. The goalposts for our fun have moved a lot in the last year-and-a-half, as so often happens to couples who dip a toe into this lifestyle, only to realise there is a whole sea of fun they'd like to take a swim in...
If you want to know what a Mansion House sex party is really all about, make sure you follow me at @the.secret.hotwife on Instagram for all the updates, and come back next week to find out what debaucherous and filthy fun we got up to.
I promise you every detail…
Until then…
The Secret Hotwife
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