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The Hotwife Diaries #4: Educating Daisy (Chapter 2)

After their late-night sexting session, Daisy and Lewis’s promised meeting finally comes around. Will she go through with her plan to try to erase any thoughts of Claudia from his mind?

After an extensive rewrite of the blog post sections and a shuffle around of the chapters, The Hotwife Diaries #4: Educating Daisy continues today with Chapter 2. If you missed Chapter 1, you can **read it here**.

Chapter 2: The Best He Ever Had

It was Tuesday. The day of Lewis’s promised visit that we’d set up last week. He texted at five past six.

Still on for tonight? I can be there for eight.

Daisy showed me the message across the kitchen table. She was in her dressing gown, blonde hair up, the remains of dinner between us. She read it, looked at me, and then typed back without asking my opinion, which I was glad for. This was her wish; it would just be awkward if I were the one to facilitate it.

Eight is perfect. I’m looking forward to it.

She put the phone down and looked at me. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

I thought about the night at Euphoria. About Tyler and Kelvin, how horny I’d been watching her get properly fucked while a bunch of random strangers watched. About how Russell had watched me fuck Charlotte. About how incredibly intense and satisfying the entire night had been. How she’d been sex texting with Lewis, determined to outdo Claudia, who she saw as a threat to her position as the most desired woman on the Rise. How she’d recorded herself sucking my cock and then sent it to him.

“Yes,” I replied. “I’m more than okay with it.”

She studied me for a moment. Then nodded, satisfied, and went upstairs to get ready.

“What are you going to wear?” I called up after her, but she didn’t even turn around, replying right as she disappeared out of sight.

“It’s a surprise.”

I tidied the kitchen, poured myself a measure of the good whisky and stood at the window looking out at the cul-de-sac in the February dark, the street quiet, house lights reflecting off the wet tarmac. I thought about Lewis, young but with Tyler’s easy confidence already in him, those green eyes that had made every woman lose her train of thought at the New Year’s party. I thought about the video Daisy had sent him, the look on her face when she’d swallowed and opened her mouth for the camera, the absolute deliberateness of it.

I finished the whisky.

Daisy came downstairs at ten to eight.

She was in a black silk slip dress, short, with thin straps; some people might say it was closer to underwear than a dress. Her blonde hair was down and loose. Nothing on her feet except for the silver anklet.

She looked at me and waited for my approval. “Well?”

“He’s going to lose his mind,” I said.

She smiled. “Good.”

Lewis arrived a few minutes early, knocking firmly. He was in dark jeans and a grey Henley, his mixed-race skin contrasting with those unsettling green eyes.

“Good evening,” he said.

“Lewis. Come in.” Daisy stepped back to let him in, and the way she said his name told me everything I needed to know about where tonight was going to go.

I got him a beer, and we stood in the kitchen for a little while, during which the conversation was light and relaxed. No pressure. No hurry. Lewis was good at this, I realised. He had the same social ease as his father, the ability to put us at ease. Salesman qualities. He and Daisy talked about the New Year’s party, about Claudia and Tom, about nothing in particular, and all the while, there was a subtext of two people who had been looking forward to this for days.

Then she put her glass down.

“Shall we go upstairs?” she said.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he replied, finishing off his beer and sliding the empty bottle across the table. This was it. It was going to happen.

The bedroom lamp was already on low. Daisy had asked me to make the bedroom comfortable, so I’d fitted the best silk duvet we had, even sprayed the pillows with some of her favourite perfume.

Lewis came into the room, and Daisy turned to face him. He kissed her — immediately, decisively, both hands coming up to her face — and she kissed him back with the full, unhurried appetite of a woman who had been thinking about this since the text exchange the night before Euphoria.

I sat in the chair that I’d placed in the corner deliberately, the observer’s chair as I’d read about, and I watched my wife kiss Tyler’s son in our bedroom, a long, deep kiss, and felt the by now familiar alchemy of jealousy and pride and want that I’d stopped trying to understand.

Lewis was good with his hands. I noticed that early, the way they moved over her, feeling her through the silk, lingering on her breasts, making her nipples stiffen and poke through. Daisy made a small sound against his mouth that I recognised as arousal, and her hands went to the hem of his Henley.

He let her pull it off over his head. His body was lean and naturally toned rather than gym-sculpted, with smooth, light-brown skin across his chest and shoulders, and a scattering of dark hair below his navel that disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. Daisy ran both hands flat across his chest and looked at him with those dark eyes of hers, and then dropped to her knees on the floor in front of him.

She undid his belt. His jeans. Pulled everything down in one clean movement and looked up at him from the floor.

He was already hard. Thick and curved slightly upward, not the longest I’d seen Daisy encounter, but thick, veiny, the kind of cock that just looked good. She wrapped one hand around the base and looked up at him once more — the same look she’d given the camera when she sucked me off and sent him the video — and then took him into her mouth.

Lewis exhaled slowly. His hand went to her golden hair, tangling only lighly. Guiding, not forcing, as she moved her lips slowly down his shaft.

Daisy began to suck him with the same, slow, teasing moments she’d given the camera recording, showing him her developing oral skills. Lewis stood with his head tipped back for a while, then looked down at her, and the expression on his face made me shift in the chair.

“Bed,” he said quietly. “Get on the bed.”

She stood up, and he peeled the slip dress off her slowly, his eyes taking in her smooth, pert breasts, her pink nipples, then as it fell past her hips, at the smooth mound of her pussy, the tight, small slit beneath. She wasn’t wearing anything beneath, so as she stepped out of it, she was in just the anklet, nothing else.

“What a fucking amazing body,” he murmured, making Daisy blush in the low light.

“Better than Claudia’s?” she asked mischievously as he walked her back to the edge of the bed and lay her down gently. She didn’t resist, letting her thighs part, showing him her wetness.

“I don’t care about Claudia,” he shrugged. “I did, but once you let me know you were interested, there was no question who I wanted to spend time with.”

Daisy made a small, satisfied sound, and then he knelt between her thighs and put his mouth on her pussy. The next sound Daisy made was louder, a moan that bounced off the ceiling and her hand flew to his hair. From where I sat, I could see his tongue delve into her, exploring between her folds, then to her clit, working her confidently, the pink bud swelling to his touch — her hips rising, her thighs tightening, her breathing getting ragged.

She came the first time within minutes, gripping his hair and swearing in a breathless, continuous murmur, “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Her spine arched clean off the mattress. Lewis held her through it, unhurried, then looked up at her with those green eyes.

“More?” he asked.

“No. Fuck me,” she begged. “Please. I need you inside me.”

He moved up her body, shrugging out of his jeans and shorts, and I watched him position himself, the bulbous head of his rock-hard cock nestling against her wet slit.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he said softly.

“You are too,” Daisy replied. “Do it. Put it in. Take me.”

He pushed into her — slowly, giving her the thickness of him in increments, watching her face the whole time. Daisy’s mouth fell open, and her eyes closed, and both hands gripped the sheets.

“God,” she breathed. “That feels so fucking good — “

“You do, too,” he said, “Tight. So tight.”

“Go slow,” Daisy murmured. “Slow and deep. I want to really feel it.”

He gave her a moment and then began to move, and what followed was slow and deep, as requested. Her hands came up his back, fingernails digging into his shoulders, her thighs spreading wider, inviting him to go harder, faster.

And he did. He fucked her thoroughly, with a focused, rhythmic intensity that had the headboard making itself known against the wall. Daisy soon lost what composure she had left. She was loud. Properly loud, the kind of loud that if I hadn’t closed the windows to keep the cold February air out, Tyler and Morgan would have probably heard next door.

“I want to see her cum on your cock.” I found my voice, and Lewis looked over his shoulder, smiling at me. A faint sheen of sweat covered his brow.

“You want me to fuck her good?”

“Fuck her. Do whatever you want to her,” I replied.

“Yes,” Daisy groaned as he thrust into her hard, right to the hilt. “Whatever you want. I’m yours for the night.”

Lewis put her on her hands and knees, pushing her knees apart so he could play with her pussy from behind. He pushed two fingers inside her, working them in and out, making her gasp with pleasure, then he got into position, put his hands on her hips and re-entered her.

Daisy dropped her head and just took it as he began to fuck her, her arms braced, her hair falling forward, the silver anklet catching the lamp light with every movement. From where I was sitting, I had the full unobstructed view of his thick cock in my wife, stretching her out, his balls thudding against her pussy with a steady, relentless rhythm that made her moan like a porn star.

His stamina was impressive. He just kept thrusting into her relentlessly, and then finally, she came again — suddenly, without warning, a sharp cry and then a sustained shuddering that made Lewis slow and then stop and hold himself deep inside her while she shook through it.

He looked across the room at me. Those green eyes, steady, unhurried. “How did that look? Hot?”

I nodded once, unable to speak because I was so damn horny.

He looked back at Daisy.

“Ride me,” he said. “I want to play with your tits while you bounce on my cock.”

“Okay,” was all she said.

He rolled onto his back, and she straddled him without hesitation, reaching down to take him in her hand and guide him back inside her, sinking down slowly with her eyes closed and her lower lip between her teeth until she’d taken all of him. She stayed still for a moment at the depth of it — adjusting, savouring — and Lewis lay beneath her with both hands moving up over her stomach to her breasts, filling his palms with them, his thumbs finding her nipples.

She started to move.

Not tentatively. She rode him energetically — her hips rolling forward and back in a rhythm that built quickly, her thighs working hard, the sounds she made entirely uninhibited. Lewis squeezed her breasts together and lifted his head to take one nipple into his mouth, and she gasped, her rhythm stuttering for a moment.

I reached into my shorts. I wasn’t self-conscious about it. We’d moved well past self-consciousness in this marriage, and the sight in front of me — my wife’s soft, smooth body above Lewis’s darker, harder one, the flex of her thighs, the bounce of her breasts between his hands as she moved, the silver anklet catching the light with every stroke… I couldn’t resist any longer. I needed to cum, too.

Daisy opened her eyes and found me in the chair, saw my hand moving up and down my hard cock. Something crossed her face, heat, pleasure in being watched, knowing I was enjoying it, and she held my gaze for a long moment while she rode him, her hips accelerating, Lewis sucking hard at her nipple with both hands pulling her breasts down toward his mouth.

“Having fun?” she said to me, breathlessly, knowing the answer. “Are you going to cum watching me get fucked?”

“You know I am,” I said.

Lewis looked across at me then, at my hand, and said nothing, but something in his expression shifted into approval, and he put both hands on Daisy’s hips and drove up into her from beneath, a sharp counter-thrust that made her cry out and grab the headboard for support.

They found a new rhythm together, her coming down, him driving up to meet her, the bed creaking loudly. Daisy’s head dropped back, her hair falling around her shoulders as she bounced on his cock with a hunger that caught me by surprise. I knew she was horny. I knew she wanted him, but I also wondered if she was throwing so much into this to outdo any thoughts he might have of Claudia. I worked myself steadily, watching, feeling my climax build, but trying to go slow, making the most of the moment.

Daisy came first, and she came hard, slamming herself down onto him one last time and staying there, grinding against him, her whole body shaking, both hands white-knuckled on the headboard, the sound she made raw and throaty.

I finished seconds later, quietly, into my fist, my eyes on my wife’s face as she shook through the last of her orgasm.

Then he turned her over.

“I want to fuck you and cum all over your pretty face,” Lewis said, not waiting for permission. He lay over her, and Daisy wrapped her legs around him and pulled him back into her.

They moved together slowly this time, building again from the beginning, not rushing it. Daisy’s hands moved to his back, her eyes open and on his face, smiling at him as he pushed into her, deep and hard, a pause between each thrust. She came one last time with her legs locked around him and her fingers dug into his shoulders, and he followed her over the edge, but not before moving up, straddling her chest, his balls between her tits.

With a hand around his shaft, with his jaw tight and a low, deep growl, Lewis emptied his balls all over my wife’s face. She opened her mouth, accepting the first spurt that hit her tongue, but then the rest splashed her cheek, her throat, some going into her pretty blonde hair.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You look so good covered in cum.”

Daisy reached up, took his cock in one hand, milking the last of his cum onto her breasts, then he rolled to the side and lay on his back, breathing hard. Daisy lay beside him, rubbing her hand across her lips, wiping away the sticky cum.

The room was quiet.

I stood up from the chair and crossed to the bed, and Daisy turned and looked up at me. Her eyes were bright in the low light.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” I said. “That was fun.”

“Mmhmm?” she asked. “Did you cum, too?”

“I came hard,” I reassured her. I wiped my hand on a tissue from the bedside table, passing her one to do the same. Then I sat on the edge of the bed, and she reached up and touched my face tenderly.

“I love you,” she said gently.

“I love you, too.”

Lewis sat up after a moment, raked his hair back with both hands, and looked at Daisy with a simple, genuine warmth.

“That was worth the wait,” he grinned.

“And that’s just round one,” she replied, “Don’t think you’ve fully satisfied me yet.” She reached down, poking his cock with one finger. “As soon as that’s hard, we’re going again.”

He laughed, Tyler’s laugh, delighted and genuine. He found his shorts and slipped them on. “But first I need another of those beers.”

We sat in the kitchen for half an hour after, the three of us enjoying another cool drink. We talked about Tyler and Morgan, about the street, about Lewis’s work, where he was based, and whether he’d be back. He was going to be back in a couple of weeks, for a cousin’s birthday, so maybe we could get together again. Maybe I’d join in next time.

The drinks finished, Daisy stretched, her nipples poking through the silk slip that she’d hastily slipped on before coming downstairs. “How’s that erection coming along?” she asked, rubbing a hand over the bulge in his shorts, which was starting to grow again.

“Why don’t you get it out and find out?” he asked. “I quite like the idea of fucking you on the downstairs sofa. With the curtains open.”

I glanced into the living room. I couldn’t see anyone watching, but on Far Bridge Rise, you could never be sure.

Daisy hooked a finger into his waistband, eased them down, and his cock sprang out, already semi-hard. “Fine by me,” she giggled, standing and letting the black silk slip from her shoulders, her breasts coming into view slowly and sexily.

Then he stood, scooped her into his arms and took her into the room, tossing her on the sofa before immediately going down on her for a second time.

“Is it better than Claudia’s?” Daisy asked, bringing up the Neighbourhood Watch’s newest female one more time. “Tell me my pussy is better, Lewis.”

“Your pussy is fucking amazing,” he murmured, his tongue sliding up and down her puffy slit. “It’s the best I’ve ever had.”

“I want you to tell everyone that,” Daisy sighed, watching him lick her. “Tell them Daisy is the best fuck in Far Bridge Rise.”

Lewis lifted his face and grinned at my wife, her juices making his mouth shiny. “Whatever pleases you,” he murmured, knowing this was turning her on. “Now close your eyes, be quiet and let me enjoy this.”

She did, and he did.

The Modern Husband — Draft Post #1

[UNPUBLISHED — just me talking to myself, really]

I’m not sure what this is yet. A blog like Millie’s Trad Wife blog? Or just a place to dump thoughts that don’t fit anywhere else?

This morning I cleaned the bedding, vacuumed the house, tidied the garden, while she went to work like everything was normal. Maybe it is. Maybe this is our new normal. I don’t know. Nothing is that normal about us anyway.

Daisy is incredibly intelligent, succeeding in her master’s degree with the help of Patterson, doing well in her job. I have a job, too. I’m a stay-at-home husband, a modern husband, and that’s a job in itself. I contribute financially with my art, too, but I’ll always be the one who contributes, rather than being the provider. But I’m fine with that. I’m fine with us not being normal.

Because normal people don’t get to have men come around and fuck their wives.

That’s what happened last night, and I watched the whole thing. I sat in the corner chair and enjoyed it. I watched her cum three times… or was it four? I stroked my cock and watched her cum with him and felt… lucky. Really fucking ucky. That might seem a bit twisted or weird, yeah, but to me, it’s lucky.

Her Modern Husband. Daisy’s been calling me that for the last two years, when she started her master’s, before any of this started. But it feels different now. Modern has taken on a new meaning. I’m modern in the sense that I share my wife, that we have a non-traditional marriage.

I wonder if anyone would actually read about it, either aspect of it. The domestic stuff or the sexy stuff. Or what if I write about them combined? My favourite lamb recipe one minute, having fun in a sex club the next. Trimming the hedge on Monday, Tuesday night threesome with the next-door neighbour’s son.

Sometimes I think about Millie’s trad wife blog — all the lemon drizzle cakes, the perfect table settings, and the faith and trust, whatever. Then her Sinner Minnie blog, her secret desires, foursomes with their best friends. If she combined them, would it work? Or is it best to keep them safe? After all, everyone only shows one half of the story of their life online, aren’t they? The good stuff, or the bad. People are rarely honest about their lives on social media. They either play the victim, seeking sympathy, or brag about their achievements, making their lives seem perfect. It’s hard to know where the truth really lies. Probably somewhere in the middle.

Somewhere normal. Whatever their version of normal is.

Anyway. No one’s ever going to read this bollocks.

I should just stick to painting. Maybe I should go into specialising in nudes. That’s more my thing now, apparently.

So Daisy’s done her best to impress Lewis and cement her growing reputation as the most fun newcomer on the Rise. But as they prepare to introduce Millie and Jamie to the group, where will it take them next?

Because of the delay in getting this edited and done, I’ll be moving quickly through the next 2 chapters, with chapter 3 tomorrow or Saturday, and chapter 4 on Sunday or Monday.