The night we lost our full-swap virginity with another couple - and it was HOT...

“I could hear Eva moaning and turned my head to see her arched back on the sofa, her long dark hair spilling down the side, and J on the floor between her legs. I looked back at Luke who was gripping my thighs in his hands, pulling me expertly onto his tongue. My orgasm spilled over the edge…”

I love a good social - and there’s nothing quite like a lifestyle social.

As I said in my last blog, and as anyone who's attended one will know, they're a great way to mingle with others in the lifestyle and let your hair down. There’s usually some sort of theme, and people get pretty caught up in dressing the part. At Corruption’s 80’s themed event in Leeds on Saturday, it was a veritable line-up of retro characters - everyone from Mr Motivator, and Cher, to Top Gun’s Maverick, and too many Grease characters to count... It was a sexy sea of neon, fishnet, Flashdance leotards, and Flock of Seagulls hair.

The first time we met Luke and Eva was at another Corruption social earlier in the summer. They were part of a big group that we got talking to on the event's pre-chat and all agreed to meet for pre-drinks ahead of the social. There are 10 of us in total, five couples all dotted around the north and, since that first meeting, we've kept in touch and have all been out together a couple of times for drinks and dinners. Luke and Eva in particular are a really funny, friendly, and good looking couple, and we got a great vibe from them right from the start. Trust me my friends, you’ve never really been in a WhatsApp group until you’ve been in one with a bunch of swinging couples… we share photos of body parts the way most groups share photos of their plates in restaurants. It’s a great group of people - mostly married couples with families - and though everyone is at a different place in their ENM journey, there’s a lot of banter and support, swapping of advice and stories, and absolutely no judgement.

On Saturday night, J and I had booked a big suite in a city-centre hotel and so, since the social finished quite early, we decided to invite everyone back to ours for a bit of an after-party rather than going on to the official after-party at a nearby adults club. We picked some food up on the way back and all spilled into the room, quickly filling up sofas and chairs, kicking off shoes and settling into spaces on the floor. While everyone else was getting settled I left J - who was looking pretty cosy in the corner of the couch with Eva - and headed downstairs to the bar with Luke to get drinks and extra glasses which we snuck back upstairs as casually as we could manage.

Since we were giving the social’s official after-party a miss, the girls in our group decided it would be good to bring a little bit of the after-party vibes to the suite, so we all slipped into our 'dress-down' outfits (lingerie and heels) and we spent the next few hours playing Truth or Dare, drinking wine, and laughing as we shared all kinds of stories - varying from the sexy to the ridiculous - well into the early hours.

There was definitely a little something in the air that night, and I don't think we were the only ones in the room to notice it. Eva and Luke, as it turned out, were staying in the same hotel as us and so, when the last couple left at about 4am with a bit of a coy smile at the corner of their lips, the four of us found ourselves topping up for another drink.

For the next hour, there was a lot of chat, a lot of laughter, a little flirting. The mood was relaxed, the company was good, and we were all enjoying ourselves. I think we all had an inkling of where this night could go, but this was largely new territory for us all, and so we just...kept chatting, kept smiling, kept flirting.

A couple swap isn’t something J and I had ever experienced before. When we came to the lifestyle, it wasn't something that was on our radar at all, but as time has gone on, and one great experience has led to another, it was something we knew were keen to explore together. The main reason it hadn't happened before that point was largely logistical. It’s not actually that easy to find a couple you both feel a good vibe with. You’re talking about four separate people that all have to feel good chemistry and attraction, which is quite a tall order.

By 5am, I was sitting on one sofa, my legs tucked up under me, J and Eva were on the sofa to my left, and Luke was sitting in a chair across from me. J and Eva were cuddled close together, her long dark hair on his shoulder, and her hand resting comfortably on his thigh.

It’s weird really how not weird it felt to sit like that, watching this beautiful woman leaning into my husband, running her nails in small circles on his thigh. I’d never watched J with another woman in any way, other than a handful of kisses, the most notable being Eva at our previous meet. I glanced again at the two of them, at her hand on his thigh, and realised I was enjoying it there. Very much.

I decided it was time to take the bull by the horns.

“Y’know..." I mused. "In all the games of Spin the Bottle and Truth or Dare we’ve played, I'm pretty sure Luke and I are the only two that have never actually kissed…"

Realising this was true, everybody in the room agreed it was a point that should be rectified immediately. I stood up and crossed the room - as casually as I could manage in a fishnet body and thigh-high boots - and slowly straddled Luke in the chair. We shared a small smile and then, we were kissing.

That was a good kiss. Luke is a man that knows how to kiss. He wrapped his arms around my waist, his tongue found mine, and we sank into it.

As any 15-year-old will be able to tell you, there is a big difference between a ‘spin the bottle’ kiss, and a leading kiss. This, my friends, was a leading kiss. My arms tightened around Luke’s neck and his hands slid down from my waist to grip my ass, pulling me closer to him. I moaned involuntarily into his mouth at the feel of him hard between my legs.

Minutes later, with me still on his lap, he stood up from the chair and carried me to the sofa, sinking down and pulling me on top of him. This was the sofa that J and Eva had been sitting on, and out of the corner of my eye I could see they’d moved to the sofa I’d vacated, and were now kissing too.

‘Oh it’s onnnn,’ I thought…

I’ve said in a previous blog that it’s unbelievably sexy to have sex in a room where other people are all having sex too. This experience, though - straddling a sexy guy while his gorgeous wife was straddling my hot-as-hell husband right next to us - was next-level sexy. We all stayed like that for a while, enjoying the sounds in the room, the moans, the breathing of everyone getting heavier... it was a fantasy J and I had played with before, but what continues to delight me in this lifestyle is when the real situations live up to - or surpass - the fantasies.

Luke's lips found my nipple through the fishnet body I was wearing and my head rocked back in pleasure as he took it in his mouth. I grasped the back of his neck, relishing the feel of his tongue on me.

“Take this off,” he murmured, his fingers already inside the material. I stood up, peeled off the bodysuit, and then climbed back onto his knee. By now I could see Eva was laid out on the sofa and J was on top of her, kissing her, those nails of hers wrapped around the back of his neck. I could hear her moaning. I could hear his mouth on her skin. I pulled Luke’s shirt up and stripped it off over his head.

As I was sitting on his lap, Luke stood, picking me up, his hands on my ass as he turned and placed me on the sofa (an incredibly sexy-ass move guys if you can manage it…) before sinking down to the floor between my knees. He kissed me deeply again, then began working his way down, trailing his tongue along the skin of my stomach, my thighs, before he pushed my knees up towards my chest and his mouth finally found that perfect spot between my legs.

I was so turned on by then, and I could already feel pleasure pulsating through me, building quickly and in incredible waves as Luke’s tongue flicked against me. Thinking back on it now, my brain is flooded with flashes of images and sounds and sensations: Luke’s hand sliding over to grasp Eva’s firm thigh as his mouth stayed on me; J’s fingers massaging my nipples as he took Eva’s in his mouth; Luke’s eyes meeting mine as his fingers slid deep inside me.

Fuck… that combination of sexy visuals and Luke’s incredible mouth literally had my thighs trembling.

I could hear Eva moaning and turned my head to see her arched back on the sofa, her long dark hair spilling down the side, and J on the floor between her legs. I looked back at Luke who was gripping my thighs powerfully in his hands as he pulled me expertly onto his tongue. My orgasm spilled over the edge.

I should say, my first orgasm spilled over the edge.

Breathlessly, I pulled Luke back up onto the sofa and slid between his legs, pulling the rest of his clothes off. I ran my lips along the hardness of his cock, teasing the tip as I swirled my tongue around it, feeling it harden against me. When I finally took him deep in my mouth, he groaned softly; a sound which never fails to turn me on. Next to me I could hear J making the same kinds of noises as Eva, who was now knelt between his legs, began to move her mouth up and down on him.

It does all get a little hazy here (it was 6am, after all…) and all I can remember clearly is that everything looked, sounded, and felt soooo good. Luke wound his fingers firmly into my hair as I slid my mouth up and down on him. The four of us were spread out now across the two sofas and the floor all around it. There were discarded clothes everywhere, and the soundtrack of people pleasuring and being pleasured was out-of-this-world sexy.

The one slight drawback at this point? Due to a lack of preparedness on our part, Luke and I couldn’t actually locate a condom. A true rookie mistake. I knew there were some somewhere in the room, but it felt like a really bad time to interrupt my husband and ask him, and Luke’s were back in their own hotel room. (He’s since assured me that he’s now packing emergency ones in his wallet so he never finds himself in that position again!).

It turns out, not a big deal though; we made each other cum in other ways…

After popping to the bathroom to clean up, I came back into the room to find Luke sitting back in the chair where it had all started two hours earlier. He was dressed and was sat watching as my husband went down on his wife. It was an exceptional view. I rounded the sofa, sat on his knee and leaned back against him, and we both enjoyed the show together.

I’ve never been a jealous person - and particularly in our marriage J has never given me any reason to be - but I’d also never fantasised about watching my husband have sex with another woman. Not, that is, until I’d had sex with another man. It was such an erotic thing to do, as J watched, seeing him out of the corner of my eye whilst Mark was on top of me… whilst Tom was between my legs… It was only very recently that I found myself feeling this involuntary pang of horniness at the idea of J exploring while I watched. My reasons were twofold. Firstly, I really wanted him to be able to experience that same sexiness I had, and secondly, I really wanted to watch it.

I'd known for a while that he fancied Eva. I’d seen the way they flirted when we’d met up with her and Luke before. I’d watched them cuddled up together on the sofa tonight, I’d watched as he kissed her, licked her, his pleasure as she worked him with her mouth… and I didn’t feel even a pang of jealousy. I’m sure I would have done a couple of years ago, but now? In this specific context of what we were doing, with everything we've seen and done together in the past year, the only feelings I had about it were sexy ones. And yes, maybe it was helped by the fact that Eva is a happily married woman whose husband was also in the room. Maybe. I don’t know, I guess I’ll have to let you know if ever I find myself in the position of watching him with a single woman, but all I knew then was that this felt good, it felt really good.

It was sexy to see Eva’s face too, her mouth falling open in a moan as J’s tongue moved faster over her. It was sexy to see her unbelievably gorgeous body wrapped around him, and not because I wanted any part of it for myself - I am 100% straight - but because she was the physical embodiment of a fantasy; to watch a woman having sex with my husband. And the fact that she looked so good doing it made it all the more erotic.

Meanwhile, J had had no such trouble finding a condom. Luke and I watched from our place on the armchair as J turned Eva and bent her over the back of the sofa, entering her from behind. I soaked up the view, my husband’s ass thrusting, his strong back, the muscles in his arms working as he pulled Eva onto his cock. It was better than I'd even imagined.

As we watched, Luke’s hand, which had been on my stomach, slid down between my legs. I lifted my legs so they were hooked over each of his. At first he stroked me softly, teasing, then more firmly and I pressed back into him harder. His breath in my ear, his fingers began to move expertly over me.

As we watched J take Eva’s ass in his hands, and drive himself into her, Luke pressed his legs further apart, opening me up to him. His fingers moved faster as we watched the two of them fucking; as he watched his wife, Eva’s moans filling the room as she pushed her ass back to meet J’s thrusts.

I arched my back into Luke and turned my head to him, groaning in his ear as he watched his wife being fucked. Finally it was too much. “I’m going to cum,” I gasped and Luke gripped me harder against him, his hand never slowing down, as he pushed my body helplessly towards the edge. I bit his cheek, moaning into his ear as waves of orgasm began to flood over my body. It was like my pleasure was just flung off a cliff then, as I watched J and Eva’s bodies slamming together, his hands on her hips, hearing them both moan. It was all too much and I came hard on Luke’s fingers just as I saw J explode into Eva.

That experience with Luke - watching my husband and his wife together while he made me cum again - was almost more sexy than I can find the words for.

The room was quiet for a minute then as everybody came back down and caught their breath. Outside, the light was already peeking through the curtains and I snuck a look at the clock on the wall. 7.10am. What a night it had been.

“Well…” I murmured, sliding off Luke’s knee with a smile. “...maybe we should just forgo sleep at this point and all head out for breakfast..”

See you next week...

- The Secret Hotwife