Category Archives: Hotwives

My most recent short Audio Reading … from “A Naughty Surprise” … Part Four of my Modesty Ablaze London Hotwife Diaries … is now available to listen to from my Audio Profile page, as well as directly from my “Modesty Speaks” pages >here<.

And don’t forget, the E-book version of “A Naughty Surprise” is now also available at my Gumroad PDF Ebooks profile >here<. And I’m hoping to add the remaining editions of my Diaries in the coming weeks as soon as I can …

“A Naughty Surprise”

I knew one shouldn’t play too close to home, but Scot was only my second lover. I’d met him on the morning school run and with my new-found ‘freedom’ I just couldn’t resist his flirting. I knew it was dangerous and risky. What if the other Mums noticed our playground glances and private jokes? What if they put two and two together? But we couldn’t control ourselves.

Our affair exploded into almost weekly meetings of passion and excitement. Three or four hours at a nearby hotel, summer blanket-nights in the local park, or a cherished afternoon duvet-day at his or mine. And now, even four years on, despite, or perhaps because of, the opportunities being more and more difficult to arrange, I could never say “no” to his surprise requests and suggestions. So his telephone call to say he was home-alone that evening was too good a chance to be missed!

He called on my way into the office on Tuesday morning. He often calls at that time because he knows I can more easily chat on the bus than I can at home with the kids around. But after our normal greetings he quickly explained that his wife and children would be visiting her parents and staying overnight that evening and would I like to pop-down?

I told him that although I didn’t have anything particularly planned I would have to first check with Hubby.

My call to Hubby’s mobile went to voicemail, so I texted as well, and then spent the rest of the morning waiting for him to call back, all the while having little tingles at the anticipation, and hope, that I may be able to see Scot again so quickly after our evening the previous week.

Though there is something quite exciting, and thrilling, about spending a few hours in a nice hotel room, I do always feel more at ease, and more “liberated”, when we are able to meet in one of our own homes. (It wasn’t always the case of course. When we first started our “fling” all those years ago I used to feel terribly nervous and guilty about visiting him in his house, and it was over a year before I would actually step foot in their bedroom!)

Eventually Hubby called back to say he’d got my message and he’d love for me to have another meeting with my lover. I asked him if he’d take the children out for a Pizza as I would need to come home first and get myself ready. “I couldn’t possibly go straight from work without a change of clothes,” I told him. He laughed and told me he would.

My day was actually very busy and the afternoon passed quickly without me having much chance to think about the evening ahead until I was on the bus and texting Scot to ask what time was best for him.

It was nice to arrive home and find the house deserted. Hubby had obviously been home and taken the kids out already. I rushed upstairs to run a bath and then walked into the bedroom to find that he had also laid a dress out on the bed for me! Normally Hubby suggestions of what he’d like me to wear for an “evening out” are rather extreme and not practical.

But he’d left out a pink floral silk dress that was actually one of my favourites, and, surprisingly modest by his usual standards! I giggled and looked in vain to see if he’d selected matching shoes or jewellery.

I was able to lounge and soak in the bath for half an hour, enjoying myself thinking how lucky I was to be seeing my lover for the second time in a week. I then sat at the bedroom mirror applying my make-up and selecting earrings and a necklace and thinking about which shoes would best match.

My phone beeped. It was Scot to say he was home and just hopping into a shower and suggesting I let myself in as soon as I was ready …

You can listen to me reading the above excerpt from my Soundcloud Audio profile >here<.

So … I hope you’ve enjoyed this first excerpt from “A Naughty Surprise” … and if you would like to hear me reading more from one of my Diaries … please do check back here soon at my Modesty Ablaze Hotwife Diaries pages.

Click here to download, and read the rest of “A Naughty Surprise” … and do let me know if you have any questions about the download process, or about Kindle and Ebook-readers compatibility.

The other editions of my “personal diaries” are listed on my Ebooks page, and I’m hoping to have been able to upload more audio readings to my “ModCast” audio page soon as well.

Bye for now !!!

P.s. As with all of my Hotwife Diaries, the cover photo above was taken by the lovely John Tisbury.

Xxx – K

My latest short Audio Reading … from “The Balcony” … Part Three of my Modesty Ablaze London Hotwife Diaries … is now available to listen to from my Audio Profile page, as well as directly from my “Modesty Speaks” pages >here<.

And don’t forget, the E-book version of “The Balcony” is now also available at my Gumroad PDF Ebooks profile >here<. And I’m hoping to quickly add the remaining editions of my Diaries in the coming weeks …

“The Balcony”

Vince had already told me when he flew in from the Paris office, that his stay in London was only a short one and that he would be flying home the following Thursday. He probably then wouldn’t be back in London until September at the earliest and, as we’d sat having our lunch-meeting catch-up, he’d asked if he could see me again before he left.

I knew by “seeing me” that he wasn’t meaning for another business lunch! I promised that I’d see if I could arrange an evening after work on the Tuesday or Wednesday.

He popped his head round my office door on Monday morning to remind me again, and I giggled as I told him “I’ve already asked Hubby if I can go out after work tomorrow”.

My husband knew of course exactly what I meant by “going out after work”. Hubby knew, and approved, of all my occasional lovers and liaisons. He’d said to me “I suppose you won’t be coming home again until very late?” His tone was half-teasing, half-asking, and I knew that he really wanted me to come home, and not stay all night with Vince.

“I promise I’ll come home. Just wait up for me like you normally do.

I’ll text from the taxi” I said to him when we kissed our goodbyes on Tuesday morning . . .

I’d begun winding-down all my tasks when Vince called at 5 p.m. to say he was going to be stuck in a client meeting longer than he’d thought. “Oh, what does that mean?” I asked . . . he could tell I was annoyed!!!

He asked if I had things to work on and that perhaps I could call The Ivy for him and see if we could get a late table. I told him I didn’t want to stay late at the office and asked how late he thought he was going to be. He didn’t know, but suggested I just go on to the apartment first instead (I still had my key from one of our previous meetings) and we could go out and eat from there. I told him I’d text when I got there and could cook him something if he let me know he was on his way. I asked what he had in . . . he laughed and said “nothing, it’s easier if we eat out, I know where, I’ll finish here as soon as I possibly can”.
I stopped in M&S before hailing a taxi. (Thank god for Ready Meals). I was sure he’d have wine, but popped two bottles into the basket, just-in-case.

He was right, there was virtually nothing in his kitchen. Some jars of dried fruit, nuts and some cereal. The fridge had some bottled water and fruit juices . . . but nothing else!! I knew he was only staying for 10 days and that he always ate out in the evenings, but … !!!

I emptied the salad bags into some bowls, set the other things in the fridge, poured a glass of wine . . . and decided to shower whilst I waited for his call or text.

I simply love his bathroom, huge and open-plan, all tiles and mirrors and the shower itself is wonderful. I felt dizzy . . . and decadent. And I’d only had one glass of wine !!!

I found his white towelling robe and pulled it on and wandered back into the lounge, opening the doors to the balcony and then sinking back onto the sofa with my wine and trying to work the remote control for his television. He called to say he was in a taxi and on his way, apologising and saying he knew several nice places nearby and what did I fancy.

“I’ve shopped and have your dinner on. Just get home quickly!” I giggled . . . thinking that I’m often moaning something similar to Hubby like, “I have to work too you know, AND come all the way home from the West End to cook a meal.

You can listen to me reading the above excerpt from my Soundcloud Audio profile >here<.

So … I hope you’ve enjoyed this first excerpt from “The Balcony” … and if you would like to hear me reading more from one of my Diaries … please do check back here soon at my Modesty Ablaze Hotwife Diaries pages.

Click here to download, and read the rest of “The Balcony” … and do let me know if you have any questions about the download process, or about Kindle and Ebook-readers compatibility.

The other editions of my “personal diaries” are listed on my Ebooks page, and I’m hoping to have been able to upload more audio readings to my “ModCast” audio page soon as well.

Bye for now !!!

P.s. As with all of my Hotwife Diaries, the cover photo above was taken by the lovely John Tisbury.

Xxx – K

I’m delighted to tell you that I have finally been able to produce a short Audio Reading from my “Arrivals & Departures” … Part Two of my Modesty Ablaze London Hotwife Diaries … the E-book version of which is now available at my Gumroad PDF Ebooks profile >here<.

And I’m hoping to quickly add the remaining editions of my Diaries in the coming weeks …

“Arrivals & Departures – A Passionate Goodbye”

Vince was the unlikeliest of all my lovers.

Almost half my age, and seconded to my department on a temporary placement from the Paris office.

The CEO had asked that he be made welcome and helped to settle-in to develop a higher European profile for the company.

My initial upset at being given this unwanted responsibility, was soon swayed by the young Frenchman’s wit and charm … and, of course, that lovely accent!!!

Within weeks I was smitten. Our early morning coffee-meetings had turned into hour long-lunch breaks … quite innocent business discussions … then to dinner … quite innocent still … then to after-hours chats … and then … to much, much more!

My husband knew of course.

Hubby knew, and approved, of all my occasional lovers and liaisons. After all, it was he who had encouraged and started me on my first extra-marital affair over a decade ago. And there’d been several lovers, and several long-running affairs since.

My experiences had only served to enhance and enliven our marriage and love for one another, so it was only natural that I would quickly tell him about this exciting and wonderfully horny young man that had suddenly been introduced into our office.

And the fact that the subject of my newest quest was so much younger than us … and a work colleague … made it all seem so much more dangerous and exciting … for the both of us.

Weekly visits to his West End apartment soon followed and always ended in further passionate indulgence with Hubby … when I returned home at the end of each evening.

Eight weeks after his arrival I was devastated to learn that Vince was being sent off to the States for a month, and then back home to Paris with just a one day stop-over in London to collect his things. He was flying-in early on Sunday and then out again later that evening.

He texted from New York “Can we meet at the apartment for goodbyes?”.

I’d texted back “Sunday is family day, but I’ll see”.

Hubby and I woke early on Sunday morning, hot and sweaty … and twisting in passionate embraces. We both knew, without having to say, that our love-making was fuelled by thoughts of Vince and his temporary return that morning. “Text him that you’ll be there” Hubby kissed as we lay recovering.

I let him watch me tap in the message and press the send key before we embraced together again, cuddling and snoozing … and checking my phone every fifteen minutes for the next hour and a half.

Just after 10, a text back from Vince that he’d arrived. “Just here. Great news. Let yourself in. Wine will still be in the cooler.”

Hubby was as excited as I was and stood by the door as I showered, trying to make his suggestions over the sound of the water, about exactly what I should do when I arrived …

You can listen to me reading the above excerpt from my Soundcloud Audio profile >here<.

So … I hope you’ve enjoyed this first excerpt from “Arrivals and Departures” … and if you would like to hear me reading more from one of my Diaries … please do check back here soon at my Modesty Ablaze Hotwife Diaries pages.

Click here to download, and read the rest of “Arrivals & Departures” … and do let me know if you have any questions about the download process, or about Kindle and Ebook-readers compatibility.

The other editions of my “personal diaries” are listed on my Ebooks page, and I’m hoping to have been able to upload more audio readings to my “ModCast” audio page soon as well.

Bye for now !!!

P.s. As with all of my Hotwife Diaries, the cover photo above was taken by the lovely John Tisbury.

Xxx – K