My First Swinging Meet

It’s about time I started writing about my actual sex life, or the title “CuriousKitty’s Sexy Adventures” is going to become redundant pretty quickly. So here we are, lets talk about my very first meet as a Hotwife well over a year ago now and how it went. Hold onto your hats, because it was a pretty hot and heavy first meet that was only meant to be a few kisses and a chat!

I had just started using FabSwingers and it was a serious shock to the system. I’d been in the same monogamous relationship with my then partner for twelve years and our joint profile got attention almost immediately on putting pictures up. Fab is a strange place to say the least. For those who don’t know about it, its a site that was primarily created to help people who wanted to pursue an open/swinging lifestyle connect with likeminded people. However over the years it has been on the crazy place that is the interwebs, many have mistaken it for a kinky tinder and use it for hook-ups, and so it’s become pretty saturated. My best tip for those that want to use Fab as a way to find other people in the swinging scene is to use the forums. People who see swinging as a lifestyle choice tend to frequent it regularly and you get access to information on upcoming swinging events and club socials that you may not be able to find otherwise.

Anyhoo… back to my first swinging experience! Fab is full of crazy horny guys. You’d be amazed by the amount of messages I received asking me if I wanted to fuck in the back of a van on their lunchbreaks, if I would give them oral for £50 or if I wanted to be a “good little slut” for them (insert the world’s biggest eye-roll here). So when a local guy started messaging me who was sweet, geeky and actually started an adult conversation, I was astounded! We bonded over our shared geekiness and very mutual attraction. The man liked DragonBall Z, Marvel, Star Trek and Doctor Who for god sake! He may as well have been my walking, talking kryptonite!

Very quickly we were messaging all the time and of course the messages got into some very imaginative sexting that included threesomes with me and my then- partner, as well as solo play with me. I’m not kidding when I say he had me properly worked up consistently, inserting himself directly into my fantasies both awake and sleeping. I think the real thing that made him stand out from any other potential meets was that he was just as interested in getting to know ME as a person as he was in getting between my legs… the fact that you could play Frère Jacques on his abs and his smile made me all varieties of melty helped a little too (hehe). After a month or so he twisted my arm onto Snapchat, an app which I had previously avoided like the plague, so we could send pictures and videos back and forth. Snapchat made the steaminess even steamier! I knew he was hot, but seeing him actually smiling in a video turned me to butter and set me on fire all at once. Oh, and can I even describe the level of lust in those voice-notes we were sending each other? Holy burning lusty chemistry Batman! His imagination was even more sexy when combined with his expressive voice and he had me turning into a puddle more times than I can count with just a few words. My then-partner loved the effect my flirting was having and our sex life (which was already very active) became crazy intense as I was encouraged to talk about the fantasies developing with this new guy in my life. I discovered very quickly that I am a natural hotwife, enjoying the effect my antics had on both men while eagerly waiting for an opportunity for me to meet this gorgeous man and make all the fantasies a reality.

A couple of months into our chat he messaged to let me know he was going to have some free time that afternoon, so I invited him over for a cuppa and a few kisses. The butterflies were crazy intense! Despite evidence to the contrary, I’m actually quite an anxious person and can be cripplingly shy. I jumped in a quick shower, fixed my make-up and kept checking myself in the mirror over and over again. If nothing else, this was going to be the first guy I’d kissed outside of my partner for over 12 years and I clearly remember starting to shake when he messaged to say he was outside. One last quick check in the mirror to make sure I looked at least semi-presentable and I went to meet him at the door. My mouth dropped open when I saw him! He’s one of those guys who looks good in photos but looks even better in person, especially when he smiled at me. I couldn’t get over how attractive I found him. THAT is what chemistry feels like ladies and gentleman; that is the real deal of sexual attraction.

I invited him in and we went into the living room. I was so nervous I was trembling holding his hand. I very clearly remember the first thing he did though; while looking down at his feet I told him I was really nervous, and he lifted my chin, tucked a stray bit of my hair behind my ear, said “yeah?” while smiling at me very gently. His hand went to the base of my back and pulled me closer, whispering “shhh” as he leaned in to kiss me for the first time. TAKE NOTES SINGLE MEN IN THE SCENE! That is how you make a girl feel safe and wanted, even when she’s a nervous wreck. Be gentle, don’t rush anything and validate her nervousness with calm reassurance, even if you are nervous too. You don’t even need words. It can be done just by gently brushing her hair out of her face, and if the chemistry is right everything else will happen naturally.

His kiss was soft at first, but the moment our tongues started to move my nervousness dropped away and I responded eagerly. We hadn’t even properly said hello, but I didn’t want him to stop kissing me. A couple of months of constant build up, teasing and talking every day will do that to you. Oh and he smelled amazing! The ladies will understand what I mean by this, because it wasn’t just his aftershave or deodorant that smelled good, it was HIM. I was wearing a pop-button shirt that I’d teased him with in a video before (think Amy Pond style plaid shirt) and he took full advantage of it, pulling it open in a swift motion that made me jump. I can’t remember how we ended up there, but he had me pushed up against the wall, my shirt was off somewhere, our hands exploring each other. I could feel how hard he was through his jeans and I couldn’t help but push against him hungrily. We’d imagined this so many times while sexting that we had a good idea of where to touch and what to do to make each other go wild! When his lips moved to my neck and started kissing, biting gently and feeling his breath on my skin I could barely think… but that didn’t stop me from running my hands under his t-shirt and feeling his bare skin against mine for the first time. That first growling noise of pleasure from him as my nails gently ran across his abs made me grin almost wickedly. It’s nice to be putty in a person’s skilled hands, but it’s even better to know they are also putty in yours. He got his revenge though, as his hands moved down, pushing my leggings out of the way and sliding his hand between my trembling legs. Just a reminder, it had been over a decade since a man other than my ex-partner had touched me like that, so when his fingers ran over me I thought my legs were going to buckle. I forgot how good those first few touches could feel! That feeling of being explored by someone who wants nothing more than to make you crazy is one of life’s most potent pleasures. I can’t remember exactly when my bra vanished, but it definitely had at this point since he was running his tongue over my pierced nipples. My mind was firmly responding on instinct, “melting” being the best description for the state he had me in.

At that point I decided he’d tormented me more than enough and unbuckled his belt, pulling his cock out of his jeans. He was still playing with me when I started stroking him, before I dropped down into a squat against the wall, looking up at him with my best big-eyed smoulder as I took him in my mouth for the first time. That growling moan of pleasure was back, and I loved hearing him making that noise! I watched and listened to his reactions as I alternated between stroking, sucking, licking, deep throating and essentially worshipping his cock and balls. Few things turn me on more than knowing I’m driving a sexual partner wild, and I’m fairly certain I was doing just that. Looking up at him and seeing how much he was enjoying it just made me want to keep going… given I’d been fantasising about going down on him for weeks I really was just loving his pleasure. I could have happily stayed down there and finished him if he’d let me. But nope! That wasn’t happening. He lifted me back onto my feet (without any seeming effort I might add) and kissed me while pushing himself up against me. All I remember from that moment was my immediate need for him. He was so close to me, his lips felt so good on mine and his cock was throbbing against me… all in all he had driven me pretty mad. I looked up at him and said “I need you inside me. Now.” (I may be paraphrasing there, but that was the jist).

Which is how I ended up being bent over my sofa, with a hand wrapped in my hair while being pulled back on his cock. If I thought he was good at everything else, I was amazed at how good he felt inside of me. Now I’m one of those very, very lucky women who can reach orgasm easily and often. I cum from clitoral stimulation, penetration and can even cum from anal with the right prior stimulation. He had already worked me up into an insane level of arousal, but I didn’t expect to cum as hard or as quickly as I did. My legs were trembling before he bent me over, but when he was done with me I was shaking like a leaf and dropped to the sofa in contentment.

The funniest part of all of that is we did it without even saying “hi” properly, so when he kissed me and said “well that was a nice hello” I couldn’t help but giggle. It was definitely the best hello I’ve ever had! We didn’t have time for that cuppa and chat after that, he had to get going and I had work that evening, but we laughed a lot getting dressed again and the kiss goodbye was a lingering one.

The moment he left I really noticed how much I was buzzing. My body, and especially my legs, trembling like crazy! I stumbled back into my bedroom and flopped onto the bed feeling like I’d just had an insane workout session, letting my hands trail along the places I’d been touched and kissed, reliving it in my mind. I don’t think it would have been anywhere near as intense without those months of build up, or without the gentle way I was reassured when he arrived. He messaged me shortly afterwards and I couldn’t help but gush a little about how good everything had felt and hopes that there would be another meet… which there have been several!

To summarise, my first hotwife/swinging meet was a huge success. I’d say the main ingredients that made it turn out so well was the build up and teasing beforehand, getting to know each other as people, the acknowledgement and reassurance of my nerves and a generous sprinkling of pure, undiluted chemistry. My first meet could have been a total disaster, as I’ve been told many have experienced, but the gods of swingers and internet hoes were kind enough to grant me an experience that will forever live in the vault of my hottest memories.

That’s it for this reminiscence. If you enjoyed this voyeuristic little peek into my love life, make sure you stick around for more on my adventures in the world of swinging and kink.

Kitty xx