The Secret Hotwife
Do you ever film your sexual encounters..? For an exhibitionist like me, there’s no better feeling. Not only do I get to be fucked deeply and passionately by a sexy guy in a hotel room, I also get to feel the lens of the camera on me, and imagine my husband’s eyes soaking up everything they capture. And the best part? Reliving the eroticism of that evening again and again…
Aidan’s ass looks seriously biteable from this angle; the muscles in it flexing and tightening every time he thrusts into me.
His hands on my hips hold me in place as he plunges himself deep inside me again and again, his head rocking back briefly as the sensation of me clenching around him at the deepest point hits just right. I’m on my knees on the bed in front of him, my ass rising to meet his thrusts, a mass of blonde hair tumbling forwards. He bites his lip and slaps my ass, making me moan harder.
My insides tighten deliciously as I remember how good he felt… I tap the spacebar on my keyboard, pausing the action, the image of us freezing on screen, capturing us mid-sex, mid-thrust, mid-filth. It’s good footage. I’m working away from home this week and making the most of the quiet of the hotel room to edit together the various camera angles from last week’s private meet. My night with Aidan is the latest in a growing list of files stored discreetly on my laptop - nights of immense pleasure filmed in hotel rooms across the country.
It was during a conversation really early on in our lifestyle journey that J and I both agreed we’d like to film our encounters with other people wherever possible. We’re both incredibly visual when it comes to sex and pleasure, and we knew that the only thing better than indulging in all kinds of kinky fun together... would be the chance to relive it together later. Watching it back on my screen now - soaking up the sexiness of the muscles in Aidan's back as he pushes me up against the wall and kisses me, his 6”4 frame towering over me - I’m really happy we did.
There’s no porn like personal porn.
J and I first met Aidan in person for drinks back in early February after he ‘slid into our DMs’ on Reddit. We spent an hour with him that first night, chatting and swapping lifestyle stories over a glass of wine. He was funny, friendly, very respectful, and - much to my delight - as sexy as he had appeared to be in his photos and messages. The evening ended with an intense kiss, and we parted with the intention of setting up another meet soon. Since then, however, we’d been stuck playing a rather frustrating game of clashing calendars, so it felt like the evening had been a long time coming by the time the two of us finally met in a nearby hotel bar last Thursday night.
This was my first entirely-solo Hotwife date, meaning Aidan and I were completely alone for the evening - there was no J waiting nearby, or planning to meet us up in the hotel room a little later. It was just the two of us. It was a fantasy J and I both agreed was hot; a Hotwife’s naughty and elicit night away in a hotel room with a sexy stranger...
I have to admit there were some serious butterflies that night - a combination of nerves and horny anticipation after waiting such a long time to be naked with this guy. That probably explains why, rather than enjoying some long and protracted flirting over drinks, just 40 minutes after we’d arrived I found myself suggesting we take our drinks upstairs to the room. Aidan was quick to agree.
I headed upstairs first, slipped out of my dress and into lingerie, turned on some music, and - you’ve got it - hit record on the couple of cameras that were positioned around the room. Filming was always going to be a big part of our first entirely solo Hotwife date night. Right now, I knew J was at home imagining everything that was going on in this hotel between his wife and the man she’d come here to fuck. I knew he’d be turned on, perhaps slightly nervous, and rock-hard at the thought of hearing every detail when I arrived home later. Being able to watch it all back for himself was a vital component of this ‘first’ for us, and something that had been carefully agreed with Aidan in advance, who’d also promised to send J some videos in the moment from his phone; an incredibly hot idea that turned all three of us on.
Have you ever filmed yourself having sex? For an exhibitionist like me, there’s no better feeling. Not only do I get to be fucked deeply and passionately by a sexy guy in a hotel room, I also get to feel the lens of the camera on me, and imagine my husband’s eyes soaking up everything it captures. And the best part? Reliving the eroticism of that evening again and again…
That’s not to say it’s something we enter into lightly - it isn’t. Filming requires a level of mutual trust. We’re incredibly discreet, and the last thing we’d want is footage of us showing up anywhere public. That being said, we’re excellent sharers and always ensure the people we’ve played with get a copy of everything, after being very clear on all sides that it will be kept private, and only shared with anyone else with strict permission. Consent is paramount.
We had two cameras in the room on that night, capturing everything from start to end. My laptop on my knee on the hotel bed now, I watch myself on the video, sipping wine in a sheer bodysuit and stockings as I send Aidan, waiting patiently in the bar, a message to let him know to come on up. I wander over to the mirror and take in my reflection, the opening bars of Teddy Swims’ Lose Control audible in the background as I smooth the body over my hips and pull my stockings a little higher. I send J a quick message and he replies in seconds: ‘Have fun baby. Hope you’ve got some lipstick on that’ll leave its mark on him…’
Within seconds of walking into the room, via the door I’d left ajar, Aidan is pushing me up against the wall and kissing me, his mouth sinking down on mine hungrily. His hand slips inside the lace of the bodysuit I’m wearing, his thumb and forefinger clasping my nipple, which is already rock hard, and squeezing it until I groan. Weeks of messages about this very moment have built up the anticipation, and a shot of pleasure slices through me. As we kiss, I peel off his jumper, and then begin to slowly unbutton his shirt, my hands sliding down the smooth skin of his stomach and his back. The camera behind us captures the muscled definition in his broad back as I slip the shirt off his shoulders. He has a great body. I unfasten his belt and slowly pull down the zip of his trousers as my tongue teases his mouth. As my hands slip inside to grasp his ass, he pushes firmly against me, locking me between the hardness of the wall and the hardness of his cock pressed against my stomach.
He turns me around then and pushes me back on the bed, positioning himself on the floor between my legs and pushing my knees apart. His eyes take in the view for a second, and then he takes his phone out and flicks the camera on, his mouth slightly open with longing as he traces his hand down my stomach, sliding aside the thin piece of material that is covering me and begins moving his thumb in circles on me, feeling the warmth and wetness.
“I think your husband will want to see what a good girl you’re being for me…” he murmurs, as he slides two fingers inside me, his thumb continuing to circle my clit. I moan noisily, biting my lip and arching my back, pushing myself against his hand, forcing his fingers deeper inside me.
“Are you going to be good for me?” he asks, his eyes on mine.
I nod breathlessly. He stops the video and sends it, quickly typing out a message to J with one hand, while the other is still buried inside me. He tosses the phone on the bed then and stoops down, planting his mouth firmly on me, stroking my throbbing clit with his tongue.
That video was the first of many filmed and sent to J that night. I knew how much he would be enjoying the view back home, as each one pinged up on his phone, seeing for himself the fun being had just a few miles down the road... A little later, as Aidan sat in a chair by the bed, he filmed me on my knees, swirling my tongue around his cock, his thumb brushing my swollen cheek as I slid my lips up and down on him.
“Tell your husband how good it tastes,” he commanded, and I looked up at the phone in his hand.
“This cock tastes so fucking good,” I murmured.
“Say it louder, I want him to be able to hear…” he said.
I stared up at the phone, my eyes never leaving the lens. “This cock tastes so. Fucking. Good,” I repeated, louder this time, punctuating the last three words, then slid my mouth back down on his dick, drawing my nails down his stomach as my mouth bobbed up and down on him, sucking hard until his head dropped back.
“Yeahhh,” he moaned, his voice low and deep. “Just like that…”
Minutes later, he pressed me back on the bed and handed me a condom which I slid on him as he peeled off my stockings, kissing along the now-bare skin of my legs, before pressing my knees open for him, his eyes on my pussy, his dick rock-hard. After weeks of waiting, and an evening of build-up, neither of us wanted to wait another second. He lowered himself between my thighs, kissing, teasing, then slid slowly inside me, his cock filling me up inch-by-inch. There are few better sensations in the world.
He filmed me as I rode him too, his back pressed against the headboard, and then when he flipped over and pulled me back towards the edge of the bed, I grabbed my phone and filmed - what ended up being - J’s favourite video of the night; my hand stretched out on the bed in front of us, the video capturing my face contorting with pleasure as Aidan fucked me deep and hard from behind.
There was a lot of pleasure that night - as Aidan brought me to orgasm, as he made me squirt, as we came noisily on each other, all of it immortalised in over two hours of unbelievably sexy footage. A horny homemade movie.
And that's really what this is all about. Filming encounters like this - especially a big 'first' like solo Hotwife, where only one of us is there, and the other is back home waiting to hear all about it - allows us the freedom to be with other people on our own terms, but still stay connected to one another. It takes a big and unbelievably sexy moment and extends the pleasure of it by allowing us to view ourselves and each other again and again, and from different angles and perspectives. It's digitising compersion.
Towards the end of the night, Aidan asked me to touch myself as he watched. One of my favourite clips is the view of his ass as he knelt above me, and the look on his face as he came, his cum exploding all over my breasts and stomach as I orgasmed beneath him.
What girl wouldn't want to watch that again and again...?
See you next week,
- The Secret Hotwife
