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The Hotwife Diaries #4: Educating Daisy (Chapter 5)

With the Neighbourhood Watch’s next ‘community event’ only a day away, Jordan and Daisy get together with their friends, together but separately, to prepare for what lies ahead…

The Hotwife Diaries #4: Educating Daisy continues today with Chapter 5. If you missed any previous chapters, you can check them out below: **Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4**

Chapter 5: Reflections and Preparations

The forecast for the country weekend was dry and cold, which Tyler described in his preparatory email as ideal conditions, without elaborating exactly how they were ideal, or what that even meant. Morgan had sent a separate, more detailed email covering the practical arrangements — arrival time, rooms, the layout of the house, parking, what to bring and what not to bring, and a brief, authoritative paragraph on house rules that managed to be both sensible and faintly thrilling. She’d signed it “Morgan, Neighbourhood Watch Social Committee,” which made Daisy laugh.

Daisy, Millie and Claudia had become increasingly friends since the couple of days when we’d had our foursome with Tom and his wife, and the dinner with Millie and Jamie. Daisy had invited them both for a coffee, just the three girls, introducing the two women properly. Since then, they’d had brunch one time, and today they’d left at ten in the morning in Daisy’s car, heading into the city.

Shopping, Daisy had said the night before, with a specificity that meant not groceries. Millie had texted at half nine — Daisy showed me the group chat — saying she’d been awake since seven, thinking about what to pack. Claudia had replied with three dress emojis.

And so, it was only fair that we three male halves of the relationships should have some fun, too.

Jamie had suggested The Three Feathers, a pub a ten-minute walk from where he and Millie lived, and it seemed as good an idea as any. Tom drove over and picked me up at midday, and we found Jamie in the low-ceilinged traditional English pub, already at a corner table with three pints lined up and his jacket over the back of the chair.

“I ordered ahead,” he said. “I hope you’re all beer guys, and not wine drinkers or something.”

I did enjoy a good glass of wine, but beer was good, too. We settled into the creaky but comfy chairs. The pub was quiet for a lunchtime — a few couples, a group of older men near the bar with the entrenched look of ‘regulars’ who had been in those exact seats since the pub first opened. A rugby match was on the television in the corner with the sound turned down.

Behind the bar, a young woman was restocking the spirits shelf with her back to us, reaching up on her toes for the high shelf, dark hair in a ponytail. She turned to set something on the bar, and I registered, belatedly, that she was extraordinarily pretty — Eastern Asian, mid-twenties, with large dark eyes and slim, attractive figure. She reminded me of a young Sariya.

Then she saw me looking and stopped what she was doing, leaving the bar to come over.

“More drinks?” she asked, leaning easily against Jamie’s chair.

“We’re good for now, Mina,” Jamie replied. “Thank you. These are my friends, Jordan and Tom.”

Her dark eyes took in the two of us. “Do you play pool?” She indicated with her eyes to the green-clothed table in the other corner of the room.

“I love a game of pool,” Tom nodded, his own eyes drifting up and down the barmaid’s svelte figure.

“But right now, we’re just finalising our trip tomorrow,” Jamie replied quickly.

Mina raised her eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.

“A weekend country house thing,” he explained, “Me, Millie, these two, their wives and a bunch of other friends, too. Should be fun.”

“Sounds like it,” Mina smiled, a knowing look on her face that made Jamie’s cheeks turn pink.

“She’s a friend,” he said simply, when she headed back to the bar to serve a waiting customer, a grumpy-looking regular. “We come in here a lot. She knows us… umm, quite well.”

Tom watched her go. “Does she know about — “

“She knows pretty much everything,” Jamie nodded. “It’s a long story.” He picked up his pint. “One you’ll enjoy hearing when I get around to telling you.”

Tom and I exchanged a look.

“Ah,” Tom grinned. “You get around a bit, don’t you, Jamie?”

“As I said, long story.”

The first pint went down nicely, over the usual male conversation of football, rugby, and a drizzling of politics. By the midpoint of the second — Tom switched to orange juice because he was driving — we were talking about the night of the foursome.

“So you guys had fun?” Jamie asked me, with the directness of a man who’d been wanting to ask since I mentioned it the other day. “You and Claudia, and Daisy and Tom.”

“It was…” I looked at Tom. “Is this alright to talk about?”

Tom waved his hand. “It’s alright with me, if it’s alright with you. I also fucked your wife, it wasn’t just you with mine.”

I laughed. “Claudia was — “ I thought about how to say it accurately. “Surprising, to say it was her first time doing a swap. I guess she knew what she wanted, and she went after it.”

Tom looked quietly proud, almost as if I’d complimented his partner on his cooking. Only it was her fucking, not her cooking, that we were discussing.

“Claudia’s a really sexual woman,” he said. “She just always thought this kind of thing was the stuff of fantasies. She never thought she’d have the opportunity to explore it.” A pause, his voice lowering. “She still wants more.”

“She’ll get more,” I said. “I’ve got a feeling this weekend is going to be wild. You haven’t seen what the Neighbourhood Watch are like yet. When we went to Euphoria, things got crazy. Just all out fucking. All of them. Nothing is off the table.”

“I have to admit, I’m excited to watch her with some new guys,” Tom said. “She wants to find someone with a really big cock. That’ll be fun to watch, see if she can take it.”

Jamie laughed. “Millie wants to take on a big black guy. Maybe more than one.”

“Daisy wants to fuck her university supervisor,” I shrugged. “Again, long story.”

“The women in our lives are terrifyingly organised,” Jamie shook his head.

“Which isn’t a bad thing,” Tom added, and raised his glass. “To our terrifyingly organised wives.”

We drank to that.

“Daisy,” Jamie said, setting his glass down carefully. “I have to admit, she’s — “ He stopped.

“You can say it,” I said.

He looked at me. “She’s really fucking attractive, Jordan. I want to be straight with you about that. When she got in the Porsche — “ He shook his head slightly. “It was everything I could do not to hit on her. She was flirting the whole time. I’ve been thinking about it since the café, if I’m being completely honest.”

“She thinks you’re cute, too,” I said. “She said those exact words.”

“Really?” His face lit up so obviously that I noticed the barmaid, Mina, glance our way, frowning at him.

“Yes. And for what it’s worth,” I said, “I’ve been thinking about Millie since the café, too. Rather a lot.” I reached into my pocket. “She texted me earlier this week, actually, and sent me the hottest photo. You know, right?”

Tom looked up at the mention of a photo.

“Yeah, I know about that,” Jamie replied. “She said she wanted to tease you.”

“Oh, she did that, all right. She said I was kind of hot.” I found the photo on my phone. “And then she sent me this. When I said I’d have to talk to Daisy before we do anything, she said she’d clear it with Daisy herself.” I turned the screen toward Jamie. “Is it alright if Tom — “

“Go ahead,” Jamie said, leaning back with his pint.

I turned the phone toward Tom.

He looked at the screen for a long moment, at Millie’s naked breasts and pussy.

“Christ,” he said, quietly. “She’s really fucking hot.”

“I know, right?”

“She just sent you this?” Tom asked.

“Have you seen her Sinner Minnie blog?” I asked him. “It’s quite the hot read.”

“Her… what?” Tom looked at Jamie. “Your wife does a blog?”

“She does two,” Millie’s husband sighed. “She’s a trad wife. Traditional wife. It’s hard to explain, you need to take a look sometime. Anyway, one day, she had a wardrobe malfunction; her nipple was showing on one of her videos. And that’s how it all started.”

From there, he explained, as briefly as possible, how he and Millie had got into the lifestyle. Tom listened, enraptured, until he got to the part where I’d found her blogs, connected the two, then got in touch with her.

“And now we’re here,” Jamie finished explaining at the same time he finished his second pint, waving at Mina for another round. “With Millie sending nudes to my new friend.”

Tom took another look at her photo, then handed the phone back to me, shaking his head as he processed everything. “Millie really doesn’t look like… you know. Like a hotwife. Her face, she’s so pretty. She looks so innocent.”

“Nobody realises it from a photo of her face,” Jamie agreed. “But that’s rather the point of her. She’s got these two sides of her.”

“Which is a turn on, I imagine?” Tom asked.

“I never really thought of it like that,” Jamie considered it. “But yes, I guess so.”

“Tom, are you saying that Daisy looks like a hotwife?” I asked, mock-seriously.

“What? No, I didn’t mean it like — “ He turned, a look of alarm in his eyes, until he saw me smirking at him. “You asshole,” he laughed. “I just feel like I’m miles behind you two. You’ve both done so much already. I had, like… a threesome and a couple swap, and that’s about it. I have no idea what to expect from this weekend.”

“Surprises are sometimes the best thing,” I replied, taking a sip of the fresh pint of beer that Mina placed in front of me. “Going into these things blind… not knowing what to expect, not overthinking it, can be a blessing.”

Mina finished setting down the other two drinks, collected the empties, and looked at Jamie with that quick, bright expression.

“Going into what things blind?” she asked, looking at the three of us in turn, and when none of us answered right away, “You lot are trouble, aren’t you?”

“We’re aspiring to be trouble,” Tom replied, making me almost spit out my beer with laughter.

“Hmm,” she arched an eyebrow at Jamie. “I’m off duty in a few minutes, tell Millie I said hello and I’m waiting for an invite for dinner sometime. And next time you organise one of these…” she wiggled her fingers in the air in front of her, “…country house, whatever it is, give me an invite please. I could do with some… fun you don’t need to overthink.”

“I’m a great cook, if I do say so myself,” I took another sip of the cool beer. “You’re welcome to come to mine if Millie and Jamie are too busy. My wife, Daisy, is just as… accommodating as Millie.”

“Is she now?” Mina looked down at me, chewing her lip thoughtfully, the drinks tray in her hand. “That’s good to know.”

The rugby match on the screen in the corner had just finished soundlessly, England beating Scotland with the last kick of the game, and outside the pub, the February afternoon was grey but mild, doing its own thing outside while we bonded over drinks and the shared experiences we’d been through. In less than twenty-four hours, we’d be in a country house somewhere ninety minutes south of here with our wives and a group of people we mostly hadn’t met yet.

Even though we’d all seen our partners with multiple other men now, knew how it felt, how exciting and yet still nerve-wracking it was, the particular feeling of all going into something new together, the three of us, newly made friends, was exciting and strangely comforting.

I thought about the picture of Millie on my phone, tucked safely in my pocket again. God, I hoped I got the chance to fuck her. I picked up my pint and took a long pull from it.

“I’ll bring Tom and Jordan again sometime soon,” Jamie promised the barmaid. “You can get to know them better. And their wives.”

That raised my eyebrows, and Tom’s too. The pretty Mina nodded, gave us both another of those knowing smiles and headed back to the bar, empty glasses balanced on the tray in front of her.

“You have an interesting circle of friends, Jamie,” I noted, Tom nodding in agreement.

“Including you two gentlemen,” he grinned. And then we drank to that, too.

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Tom dropped me home just after six, the sharp February air not doing much to clear the effects of the beer from my pleasantly fuzzy head, the conversation from the pub still turning over in my mind. The front door was unlocked.

“I’m upstairs,” Daisy called, hearing me come in.

I found her in the bedroom, standing in front of the full-length mirror. She was wearing a dark white slip dress that hugged her body beautifully. The silk clung to her hips, dipped dangerously low at the back, and stopped mid-thigh, her smooth legs looking incredibly sexy below it. She turned as I came in, the fabric moving like liquid against her skin.

“Well?” she asked. “What do you think?”

“Well,” I said, leaning against the doorframe. “That looks like it costs more than we can afford. It also looks fantastic.”

“I want to make a good impression.” She smoothed the silk over her flat stomach. “I bought a black one with a longer skirt, not as nice as this one, but still nice.”

“I look forward to seeing them both,” I said, walking into the room, coming up behind her and kissing her lightly on the neck. “And are you planning on wearing anything underneath it?”

“Funny you should ask.” She smiled slowly, her dark eyes finding mine in the mirror. “Why don’t you unzip me?”

I looked at the back of the dress and found a recessed zip, sliding it down smoothly. The red silk pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in a tiny two-piece lingerie set, a black lace demi-cup bra that pushed her breasts up and presented her nipples through sheer fabric, paired with a matching thong that was little more than a suggestion of a garment, the straps sitting high on her hips to accentuate the curve of her waist.

It took me a second to find my voice.

“Holy shit,” I croaked, my throat suddenly dry.

“Victoria’s Secret,” she said, running her hands down her own sides. “Claudia loves sexy underwear. You should see what she’s bought. She’s nervous, obviously, but she’s so ready for it. And Millie…” Daisy chuckled softly. “Millie bought something that is certainly not a traditional wife thing. And it’s not underwear.”

“What is it?” I asked, puzzled.

“You’ll have to wait and see,” she teased, turning and examining herself in the mirror, before unclasping the bra, letting it fall to the floor, her pert breasts bare as she turned to look at me. “You smell of beer. Did you have a good time with the boys?”

“It was fun,” I said, leaning closer, kissing her neck, my cock hardening in my shorts. “Jamie talked about you.”

“Oh?” She slid a hand into my trousers, felt my erection.

“I told him you thought he’s cute. He says you’re hot.”

Daisy took hold of my cock, stroking it. “Does he?”

“Yes. He said it was all he could do not to seduce you in the Porsche.” I slid the thong down her hips, felt it fall to the floor. “I’m fairly sure he’s going to try to fuck you this weekend.”

She undid my jeans so she could wank me off properly. “I hope so,” she sighed as I found her pussy with one hand, slid my fingers into her wetness. “Millie wants you, too.”

“Did she say that?”

“Yes,” Daisy moaned as I put a second finger in,

“Then I guess it’s settled.”

Daisy sank to her knees in front of me, taking me into her mouth with a sudden, wet urgency that made my head fall back. She didn’t start slow, she wrapped a hand around the base of my shaft and began to suck me with a rough, demanding rhythm, her tongue working the underside, her other hand gripping my thigh.

I pulled her up after two minutes, unable to wait.

“I’m going to document everything we do this weekend,” she gasped, as I backed her against the edge of the bed. She went willingly, falling back onto the mattress and spreading her legs wide, her wet pussy looking incredibly inviting. I undressed hastily, got between her legs and pushed into her with one long, driving thrust, and she cried out, her back arching off the bed, her nails instantly finding my shoulders.

“You’re still maintaining that everything we’re doing is for educational purposes?” I asked, ramming into her a second time, harder than the first.

“Yes,” she insisted. “It’s for my dissertation.”

“Are you sure it’s not just because you love sex? Because you love being fucked? You love trying new cocks? New men?”

“No,” she sighed. “It’s all… research.”

“Sure it is.”

I pinned her down to the bed with both hands and pounded her as hard and fast as I could, my cock covered in her juices as she moaned loudly.

“Fuck. Yes. Like that. Don’t stop.”

I fucked her hard, without any of the slow buildup for foreplay we usually enjoyed, the anticipation of the country house retreat driving the pace. We didn’t talk anymore. The room was just the sound of skin on skin and Daisy’s ragged breathing, her legs locked around my waist, pulling me deeper. She came with a sharp, high moan, her whole body clenching around my cock in violent spasms, and I followed her over the edge a second later, emptying into her with a low groan.

We lay there afterwards, breathing heavily in the quiet room, the white dress and the new underwear still pooled on the floor.

“If the weekend is half as good as the warm-up,” she murmured into my neck. “It’s going to be the best lesson this student could possibly hope for.”

“I think you’re going to learn a lot, “ I replied.

A Weekend Retreat & Cultivating Connections

**Home and Heart** A blog by DemureMillieGrace

Hello, lovely readers!

Sometimes, the absolute best way to tend to your marriage is to step completely out of your daily routine. This weekend, Mr Heart and I are packing our overnight bags for a beautiful country house getaway with a wonderful circle of new friends. It is so refreshing to finally find a community of like-minded couples who truly understand the value of hospitality and who are so wonderfully generous about sharing what they have.

We have a magnificent dinner planned, followed by an overnight stay that promises plenty of special, relaxed time for Mr Heart and me to bond with the others. But I must confess, I have my own little itinerary! I’m especially looking forward to spending some one-on-one time with a new friend of ours. He’s a deeply dedicated ‘Modern Husband’ who takes incredible, hands-on pride in his household duties, much like a traditional wife.

We recently bonded over his favourite lamb recipe, and this weekend, we’ve agreed to a proper, private exchange of our absolute favourite domestic tips and tricks. I know he has a few rigorous, deeply satisfying methods I’m just dying to experience for myself, and I have a few traditional, mouth-watering techniques of my own that I think he’ll thoroughly enjoy getting a taste of.

There really is nothing quite like a large, welcoming gathering where everyone pitches in to satisfy each other’s appetites. I just know it’s going to be an exhausting but deeply fulfilling couple of days. Have a blessed weekend, everyone! I know I certainly will.

Yours in homemaking and hospitality, Millie Grace

What will the country weekend hold in store for Daisy and Jordan, and their new friends? Our story is coming to a grandstand finish, so I hope you’ll stick around for the journey. Chapter 6 is now live!