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The Hotwife Diaries #4: Educating Daisy (Chapter 6)

Jordan and Daisy arrive at Barkridge Hall for the organised ‘social event’ with their Far Bridge Rise neighbours and the new group. Tom and Claudia, and Millie and Jamie are also in attendance, and before too long, the plans for the evening ahead begin to come together.

The Hotwife Diaries #4: Educating Daisy continues today with Chapter 6. If you missed any previous chapters, you can check them out below: **Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4 — Chapter 5**

Chapter 6: The Secret Diners Society

Barkridge Hall sat at the end of a long, tree-lined gravel drive that started with huge iron-wrought gates and finished at the red brick and stone mansion framed by winter-bare oaks. The kind of country house venue companies hired for team-building retreats and affluent couples picked for wedding weekends. Corinne and Paul had been there already, for a corporate thing, and kept up a steady commentary from the backseats as Daisy drove.

“The spa’s good. The pool’s warm. Beds are huge,” Corinne said, looking at the house coming into view.

“It’s the perfect place for… bonding,” Paul added.

Daisy laughed, a small, wicked sound. Her hand squeezed my thigh.

Tyler’s car was already there, his dark saloon parked on the gravel. Morgan stepped out as we pulled in behind them, black coat, leather boots, notebook already in her hand. Tyler lifted a bag from the boot and looked pleased with himself as he appraised the huge house in front of us.

One by one, the Rise arrived.

Frank and Linda’s estate car, Frank hauling an oversized suitcase like he intended to move in. Linda was in a pale wool coat, hair perfect even in the cold, her face bright with an excitement she didn’t bother to hide.

Claudia’s green coat caught the grey light, her black hair up, sunglasses despite the overcast sky. Tom looked relaxed, almost too relaxed, which for him meant he was slowly coming to terms with their new life.

Kelly arrived with a man I didn’t expect. I thought she’d bring Kelvin, but instead, Alex got out of the passenger side of her car. Kelly kissed Daisy’s cheek and said, “If you’re wondering where Kelvin is, he’s working. So I thought I’d bring Alex as my plus one.” He shook my hand with warm, steady pressure, also looking at the venue.

“Pretty impressive, huh?” I said, joining him in appraising Barkridge Hall.

He nodded. “Looks like there’ll be plenty of rooms for us to explore.”

Millie and Jamie came in the Porsche, its familiar growl meeting my ears before I saw it. Millie stepped out in a fitted navy coat, dark hair glossy, her brown eyes wide in anticipation. Jamie looked at the building with the same expression as Alex.

Charlotte and Russell, Kendall and Alex’s brother, Jake, our best friends Spencer and Elia, who we’d been allowed to invite — the Rise’s familiar faces and friends, all looking slightly different out of context. This wasn’t Far Bridge Rise. We were out of our suburban comfort zone here. I had no idea what to expect.

Inside, Barkridge Hall was warm and smelled of wood polish and those expensive air fresheners that send a different scene into each room. High ceilings, old portraits on the walls, a sweep of staircase up from the main hall. Francesca and Jack waited for us at the foot of it. The leaders — if that was the right word — of the other lifestyle community that we were meeting up with for this social event.

Francesca looked in her mid-thirties, tall, with dark hair in an immaculate bob, a black jumpsuit that managed to look both practical and expensive. Jack stood a half-step behind her, taller, with broad shoulders, tidy beard, and a relaxed confidence that suggested he was used to meeting new people.

“Welcome to Barkridge,” Francesca said, voice easy, accent with a London edge. “You must be the Neighbourhood Watch.”

“That’s us,” Tyler said.

“And that makes us the Secret Diners,” Jack added, turning to the rest of us. “We’ll tell you about that later.” I wasn’t sure if his smile said later meant after drinks, or after sex.

We followed them through into a large drawing room. Sofas and armchairs were grouped in islands, and a long table was against the wall, already laid out with bottles and glasses. The mix of people made the room feel busy, but not too crowded.

I started to pick out faces, looking for anyone I might know — always a worry — but I didn’t recognise any of them.

Two black men stood by the fireplace, talking casually. Both were tall and athletic, with a presence that immediately drew my eye. Toney and Marlon, Jack introduced them, as we slowly circulated the room as a group. Their handshake was firm, their gazes direct, checking out Daisy and her long legs more than once.

Chloe, blonde and pretty, with full curves poured into a soft pink dress, leaned on the arm of a man whose name I didn’t catch. She laughed at something Francesca said, head tipped back, her red lipstick bright. She looked like one of those pin-up girls from the 1950s.

Near the far wall, was a man with a body you only get from serious gym hours. Ripped, lean, long lines under a tight grey t-shirt. Someone behind me murmured, “he’s a stripper”, and I instantly believed them. When he smiled, it was quick and surprisingly shy.

Eddie, the photographer, was older. Fifties, maybe edging into sixties, neat grey hair, soft cardigan, camera already hanging around his neck. He watched the room with interest that wasn’t intrusive, fingers resting on the lens like he’d been born holding it.

Introductions were brisk but careful. Francesca moved through them with Morgan-like efficiency, as Morgan did with us, the two women pairing people off for small talk, making sure nobody was left hovering.

“There are drinks first,” Jack said. “Everything is complimentary, but please don’t abuse the venue’s hospitality and get blind drunk. We eat at six. Dinner is technically the ‘event’. Everything that happens before and after is up to you.”

Daisy took a glass of red wine from the tray of a very cute young waitress with huge green eyes and dark hair, and then passed one to me. Her eyes were bright.

“This is so exciting,” she said under her breath, and I couldn’t agree more. It was. It was also slightly nerve-wracking.

Millie was talking to Francesca, Jamie beside her, his hand resting lightly on her back. Millie’s coat was off now, hung on a tall wooden stand in the corner, revealing a deep black dress that didn’t quite qualify as trad-wife modest, especially not with the slit at the thigh. She caught my eye across the room and held it for a second longer than needed.

Claudia was by the drinks table, talking to Toney and Marlon. Tom hovered near, trying not to look like he was hovering. Claudia laughed at something Marlon said, her hand touching her hair. Her eyes flicked to Daisy and me, mouthing “this is crazy” as we walked past.

Kelly and Alex drifted toward Eddie, Kelly already asking about his camera, an impressive-looking Sony with a huge, long lens. Charlotte and Russell found a sofa. Spencer and Elia circulated, looking confident because they were much more used to these sorts of parties than we were.

The Secret Diners outnumbered us by a small number, and the room was busy now, but even so, the house felt full of potential more than people.

It was Morgan that clinked her glass lightly this time, addressing the room again.

“Welcome again, all of you,” she said. “Tonight is simple. We’re going to eat together. We’re going to talk, get to know one another, and maybe share some tips between groups for making our lifestyle communities successful. After that…” Her smile widened. “After that, I suspect you all know roughly what you came for.”

Daisy slid her hand into mine. Her fingers were warm, her palm slightly sweaty.

“I am not ready for this,” she murmured. “But it’s going to be fun.”

“And useful for your masters?” I asked. “Are you going to be taking notes?”

“When I get time,” she nodded. “Peter is going to be giddy with excitement when I tell him. I wonder how many more of these secret swinging groups exist around the country, with no one knowing?”

“Who knows?” I looked around the room, at Millie and Jamie, at Claudia and Tom, Spencer and Elia and all our friends from Far Bridge Rise, mixing with a whole new group of people with their own experiences, at this strange collection of lives that had converged on this old country house for one late February weekend.

“You know what?” I murmured. “You might say we’re not ready, but I think we are.”

Daisy looked at me, pushing a lock of blonde hair out of her eyes.

“Maybe you’re right,” she nodded. “We’re certainly going to find out.”

A light lunch was served, silver trays of sandwiches placed on long dark oak tables, and the guests from Far Bridge Rise and the Secret Diners continued to get to know one another. Jackets came off. Glasses were refilled. Conversations spread out into smaller pockets, the room warming by degrees as people relaxed into each other. Corinne and Paul were now in conversation with Eddie, the photographer, while the blonde pin-up, Chloe and her husband were sitting close to Kendall and Jake, chatting pleasantly. Tom and Claudia had drifted a little apart from the main knot of people, standing by the open glass doors that led out onto the patio, talking to Francesca and Jack. It was typical that the most prominent couple in the new group should single out Claudia, probably the best-looking woman in the room apart from Daisy. My eyes searched the room for Millie and Jamie, finding them talking to the two black men, Toney and Marlon.

I’d been standing on my own for a while, content to observe while Daisy circulated, spending some time talking to a few of the newcomers. She came back to my side with a fresh glass of wine and pressed her shoulder into mine.

“I saw you watching,” she said.

“Watching who?”

“Watching me, seeing who I was talking to, then at Millie, then Claudia. Is jealousy creeping in?”

I took a sip of wine, shrugging nonchalantly. I had felt a couple of mild pangs of jealousy when Daisy caught the attention of some of the men, especially the hunky stripper, and then again with Millie and the two black men who were clearly interested, but none of it was enough to trouble me. “I’m quite happy just watching you all have fun.”

“If you say so.” She tipped her head slightly. “You look good tonight, by the way. Have none of the women come over to hit on you? Francesca is kind of hot, right? And the blonde woman with the big boobs.”

“No. Maybe I’m coming across as unapproachable,” I laughed. “But thanks. You look amazing, too.”

She smiled at that, and her hand slid down my back to my backside, opatting it gently. “I know.”

We decided to explore the building and found a beautiful spa in the basement, with a small gym, jacuzzi, and everything else you’d expect. There was a gorgeous aromatic garden outside, which I imagined would be amazing in the summer, a heated swimming pool, tennis courts, a small cinema room and even a golf course attached to the Hall, not that I was into golf.

After we finished our tour, we sat with Tyler and Morgan for a while to enjoy some soft drinks — we didn’t want to get too drunk too early — it was approaching early evening and time for dinner. Francesca and Linda began organising the seating arrangements, and everyone was seated at one long table in the adjoining room.

I was put next to Daisy, with a beautiful Indian woman called Diya on my right, who smelled beautiful, her exotic perfume filling the air around her. Millie was opposite and a few places down the table, with Jamie at one side and Toney on the other. She was animated as the handsome black man talked to her, their hands touching occasionally. Again, I felt a small knot of jealousy, but felt better when she glanced my way, offering me a warm smile. A few minutes later, she looked up at me again, holding my gaze, and I realised I was staring at her. I looked away, returning my attention to Daisy, hoping she hadn’t noticed. Daisy noticed, of course, she did.

“You’re in trouble,” she murmured.

“With who?”

“With her,” she said, glancing down the table toward Millie. “The way you two keep looking at each other, poor Toney hasn’t got a chance. She wants your cock, I can tell.”

I cleared my throat, caught off guard by her directness.

“I’m just making sure our friends are all okay,” I insisted.

“Yeah, right,” Daisy laughed. “Every time he touches her hand, you look like you want to climb over everyone to punch him.”

I gave her a look. She continued to laugh quietly into her wine.

Across from us, Tom was trying very hard to keep his attention on Claudia, but I caught him looking at the busty Diya next to me. Claudia didn’t seem to mind. She was happily chatting with Alex, seated between her and Kendall. She looked relaxed now, her cheeks already flushed with wine and the warmth of the room. She glanced at Daisy once, then at me, and smiled as if to say this was all exactly as interesting as she’d hoped.

The food was excellent. I expected something fancy, like from a five-star restaurant, but instead it was rich, country-house food, thick-cut chips, garden vegetables, and a choice of fish or pie, followed by an indulgent chocolate cake for dessert. More drinks flowed, the conversation widened, and now and then someone would say something that made the whole table laugh a little too long.

I got to know Diya a little more. Her husband, Benny, was from Edinburgh. They met while he was travelling and fell in love overnight. That was fifteen years ago; he was her first, her one-and-only, and she’d found herself curious about other men. When Benny told her about the Secret Diners Society — introduced to him by Eddie, the photographer — she said she’d love to give it a try. Now, a year later, her ‘body count’ had risen from one to nineteen. She hinted — strongly — that she’d be happy to make me number twenty. I blushed and told her we would have to see where the next day or so led.

Daisy was enjoying this, too. More than enjoying it. I could see it in the newly confident way she held herself, in the sparkle in her eyes whenever someone new leaned in to talk to my beautiful, radiant wife.

I kept glancing over at Millie, and she kept glancing back. Jamie caught it too. His mouth twitched slightly, and when he looked at me, he gave the smallest shrug, like, yes, I know exactly what’s happening.

After dinner, Francesca and Morgan stood, thanked everyone for behaving so well, which brought a ripple of laughter, and then suggested that people might want to split into smaller groups, depending on who they were interested in getting to know better.

Daisy set her wine glass down and looked at me with the faintest lift of her eyebrow that meant: this is getting interesting now.

But instead of doing as Morgan suggested, she leaned into me and whispered into my ear.

“Want to get out of here for an hour, have some time alone before the festivities start?”

That sounded like a great idea. We headed to the reception desk, manned by a pretty black girl with a thick African accent and a huge cleavage I wanted to dive right into, the wine and the occasion going to my head, making me hazy and horny. Daisy and I were given a brass key fob with our room number etched into it and headed upstairs. The corridor was quiet and thick-carpeted, every door adorned with shiny brass room numbers.

Our room was large and warm, with a four-poster bed, a velvet chair by the window, and an enormous marble-tiled bathroom. Daisy shut the door behind us and leaned against it for a second, smiling.

“Well,” she said. “That was kind of weird, being in a room full of strangers who you know are all going to be having sex tonight.”

“Yeah. If you think about it like that.”

She crossed to the bed, sat, and patted the mattress beside her. I went over and sat down, and she kissed me, long and lingering. Through the window, the grounds were darkening fast, the bare trees outside black against the last of the light.

Daisy took off her shoes. “What do you want, Jordan?”

“You,” I said, letting her hand move up her thigh, pushing up the hem of her skirt. She stopped me.

“You can have me anytime.”

“Now feels like a good time.” My cock was hard in my pants.

She looked at me sideways. “We didn’t come here to just have sex with each other, Jordan. You’ve been staring at Millie all night.”

“I’ve not been staring… I’ve been looking,” I admitted. “You know I like her. You like Jamie, too.”

My phone buzzed, and I pulled it out of my pocket. It was a text from Millie. I rolled my eyes at the timing, then opened the message.

Millie: What room are you in?

Daisy read it over my shoulder, then grinned. “Well. That didn’t take long.”

I replied with the room number, and a minute later, another message came through.

Millie: We saw you slip away. Jamie and I are on our way. We just wanted to talk to you. Hope that’s okay.

“She’s probably already outside the door,” Daisy said, already sounding entertained. “Millie is… very direct, isn’t she?”

“She’s efficient. Maybe it’s the Trad Wife thing.”

“She’s horny. Maybe it’s the hotwife thing.”

Almost immediately, there was a knock at the door.

“Told you,” Daisy giggled in my ear, then pulled me down onto the bed for another long, passionate kiss. But before it turned into anything else, she got up and went to the door, letting our guests in.

Jamie came in first, smiling that calm, easy smile of his, a glass of wine in each hand. Millie followed just behind him in her jet black dress that looked even better than it had downstairs. Her hair was down, her bag looped over one forearm, her patent-leather heels in one hand, a pink notepad in the other.

Daisy noticed the pad immediately. “What have you got there?”

Millie smiled. “My sexual to-do list.”

That made me straighten.

Jamie shut the door behind them and leaned back against it with a glass of his own. “She insisted on bringing it.”

Daisy sat up a little straighter, suddenly interested. She gestured for Millie to sit next to her. “Sit down. Let’s see it.”

Millie parked herself on the bed next to her and handed it over. I walked over to stand next to Jamie, by the dressing table, as Daisy opened the notepad, glanced down, then made a low, approving sound.

“Oh, Millie. You are a naughty girl.”

Jamie looked at me as the two women quietly started discussing the various items on Millie’s list. “How’s it going with you?”

“It’s… interesting,” I said, understating it as men do. “Not what I expected, although I don’t know exactly what I did expect.”

“I know what you mean.”

Daisy was still reading. Her eyebrows rose very slightly, then she hit the more ambitious items, and they raised even higher. “This is very thorough.”

“I know,” Millie said, sounding both proud and faintly embarrassed. She looked at me. “I’ve thought about it quite a lot.”

“Clearly.” Daisy followed her gaze across the room to where I was standing. “Millie, why don’t you just fuck Jordan now? Get it out of the way. You clearly want each other.”

Jamie took the chair by the window and sat down, one ankle resting on the other knee, as if he were happily settling in to watch.

“No,” Millie and I said at the exact same moment. I saw sudden doubt in her eyes, and I quickly spoke again to explain.

“I do want you,” I said, my voice tightening. It felt so weird saying this stuff so openly. “And Daisy wants Jamie. But we’ve done a couple of swaps in a bedroom before. I want us to have some fun while we’re here, but not now, not just…” I waved my hands around the room, “Not on a bed, in a bedroom. We could do that in our bedroom at home. Why don’t we see where the night takes us, downstairs somewhere?”

Daisy crossed one leg over the other and looked at Millie with open curiosity. “We are in an amazing location,” she agreed. “What do you think? Do you want to do that? Or are some of the other… options down there… going to be too distracting?”

Millie hesitated, then laughed softly at herself. “There are a couple of men downstairs who could tick off the big black cock item from my list. And just about all of the other boxes, too, if I’m being honest.” She glanced at Jamie.

Jamie’s mouth twitched. “I’m happy to go with the flow,” he said. “We’re all here for a good time, to explore our sexual desires. I won’t say no to anything. I decided that before I came here.”

Daisy nodded, completely serious now. “That’s a bold statement.”

“Sometimes bold is how you have to be,” Millie said quietly. “I’ve learned that over the past few months.”

The atmosphere had shifted between us, just a little. Not in any dramatic way. Just enough for the four of us to know that we were going to fuck. There was no stopping it now. The only question was where and when.

Daisy leaned back on her hands and looked between Millie and Jamie.

“I think tonight is going to be a whole lot of fun,” she said. “And don’t forget we have all day tomorrow, too. I wonder how many of those boxes you’re going to tick off, Sinner Minnie?”

Millie smiled at that, and Jamie looked down for a second, then back up, like a man who had just heard something he very much hoped was true.

Over the past several months, we’ve done some wild and crazy things. Things I’d fantasised about, but never really for a second imagined would actually ever happen, but when I looked at Daisy, and she looked back at me, in that look, there was a promise that tonight was going to be the hottest, craziest thing yet.

One Man, Many Very Wrong Ideas

**Sultry Whispers **A sexual blog by Sinner Minnie

I’ve just finished packing for a little “spa retreat” in the countryside, but I need to tell you that this is not going to be a relaxing weekend.

Yes, there will be a beautiful old house. I’m told there will be fluffy robes, scented candles, and a dinner that would make any food critic purr. But if all goes to plan, this weekend won’t be remembered for any of that.

There’s one particular cock I’ve had on my mind since the first day we met. He’s my new friend’s man, a solid, nice guy. A great homemaker, fantastic cook, some women might see him as the perfect husband. But he looks at me like he’s picturing me naked every time we’re together. So, of course, I sent him a nude to tease him. To let him know I want him. I want that cock. And I’m going to get it.

Mr Stag is coming with me. Our agreement for the weekend is simple: I get to misbehave as much as I can handle, and he gets the show of his life. If that means kneeling on a treatment bench in the spa while I take cocks in my mouth until my mascara’s ruined, then sliding onto a lap and riding dick in front of my husband, so be it.

If it means letting two very large, eager strangers use me in ways I’ve only ever written down in careful cursive with an empty tick-box beside them, so much the better. There are items on my to-do list that haven’t been touched yet. This weekend, I’d like to run out of ink, ticking them all off.

I want to hear Mr Stag’s breathing change when he sees me stretched, filled, used, begging for more. I want him to lie awake afterwards, replaying every filthy second in his head and wanking off until his balls are drained like never before.

One country house. One warm pool. One big bed. One little hotwife with a bucket list and far too many willing volunteers.

Pray for my pussy, my dear followers. I’ll update you soon, after I’ve recovered.

xxx Sinner Minnie

And so the stage is set for a grand finale to Jordan and Daisy’s adventures in the lifestyle. There are still a few loose ends to tie up, the attraction between Jordan and Millie, and Daisy and Jamie, just one of them.

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