Category Archives: Mistress Modesty

My latest short Audio Reading … from “Modesty Unmasked” … Part Seven 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 “Modesty Unmasked” 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 …

“Modesty Unmasked”

As if meeting a new couple for the first time on non-neutral ground wasn’t worrying enough, their address made me feel even more nervous. They were obviously in a different class to us!! … Not just an affluent outer- suburb, but an extra-affluent postcode.

“What can I wear?” I was agonising to Hubby the following day … and night! … His teasing that I wouldn’t need to be wearing “anything” in a hot tub, didn’t help!

D met us at the door looking stunning in a white sarong … and led us through a huge reception room into an even larger and absolutely wonderful kitchen area. All sparkling stainless steel fittings and work surfaces, … I was feeling more and more nervous with every step.

We followed D into an amazing conservatory which looked out over a long garden. We could see, and hear, the bubbling water of the hot tub in one corner of the conservatory.

To our right B was standing behind a bar asking what we’d like to drink. I assumed from his bare chest that he’d possibly just emerged from the tub and probably had a towel wrapped around his waist. But had to gasp in surprise as he stepped out from the bar towards us with our glasses in hand … completely naked! I felt myself giggling with the embarrassment of not quite knowing how to react and not sure where I should be looking.

D immediately stepped in front of him, admonishing him for being so forward and turning back to us to apologise. I was still giggling but told her not to be silly … “You just caught me by surprise” I told him, still not sure where I should be looking, whilst I stretched out rather self-consciously to hand him the two bottles of wine we’d bought with us. Hubby was laughing as well… “it’s fine, we didn’t actually bring swimming costumes either”.

We sat around in their wonderfully comfortable cushioned wicker chairs chatting and accepting … too many … top-ups of wine for some time, before B asked if we “were ready for a dip?”

D went off to fetch some towels, whilst Hubby quickly stripped off his clothes and followed our host into the tub.

Normally I don’t have any qualms about undressing in intimate situations, and I actually enjoy ‘dressing-up’ at the Club … but now I really felt quite nervous as I lifted my dress up over my head, knowing I had to walk naked up the steps to the tub as B sat there, quite obviously watching my every step. I did feel slightly better as he said “you have a beautiful body” … as I slid down into the water next to Hubby.

D had re-appeared, already naked herself and followed me into the tub. “You should have seen her from behind” she said to B, “she has a gorgeous figure, and such a wonderful bum.” … The compliments and the warmth of the water … and the wine … were making me feel better!!!

We leant with our backs against the wall of the tub. D had initially positioned herself between B and I, but then moved around in front of me, sliding in-between Hubby and myself. I felt her hand stroking my arm as she had in the club, and then as she told me again that I had “such a gorgeous figure” … I felt her hand running up over my tummy and up to my breasts.

Her palm caressed across both my nipples for a brief moment before she pushed away from the wall of the tub to stand more directly in front of us. I felt her hand reaching up to me again and could tell from the movement of her left arm that she was reaching across to Hubby as well.

I glanced across at him. I could tell from the expression on his face that she was touching him as well, but not on his chest!

I felt a firmer hand squeezing over my left nipple. … B had slid closer to me and was now following D’s lead, squeezing and caressing me.

I gasped and tilted my head back closing my eyes. My nervous self-consciousness had suddenly been replaced by the wonderful feeling of two separate hands roaming over my breasts, and now, between my legs.

At first I couldn’t tell whose fingers were twirling around my pussy lips … but then as I felt both nipples being lightly squeezed by strong feeling fingers, I knew both of those hands belonged to B and it was D’s fingers that were deliciously working around and around my clit.

“Oh, squeeze my tits” I moaned, still keeping my eyes tightly closed, but making no attempt to stifle my moans of pleasure now.

B’s palms were now clamped tightly around my breasts, pushing me back harder against the wall of the tub … whilst D’s finger … or fingers … I couldn’t tell how many … were sliding forcefully in and out of me.
I threw my head back as far as it would go, letting out a load groan of “oh I love that”.

I could hear the splashing of movement now in the water as B’s hands suddenly slid straight down my side to grasp me by my hips. He seemed to be lifting me higher, and forward more into his wife’s hand which was now pumping in and out of me.

My own groans were drowning out the other sounds, but I was conscious of her muffled moaning to the right of me.

I opened my eyes and looked past my right shoulder to see her head locked in an embrace with Hubby … and it was obvious from the thrashing movements of both her elbows in and out of the water, that both her hands were pumping and stroking, … and as only her right one was pumping into me … her left hand must be furiously stroking my husbands cock …

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 “Modesty Unmasked” … 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 “Modesty Unmasked” … 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 newest short Audio Reading … from “Further Adventures” … Part Six 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 “Further Adventures” 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 …

“Further Adentures”

S had been working out of London for three days and asked if I could meet him on his arrival back in town. He would be arriving at 5 p.m. … and suggested meeting at our “local Italian” … instead of him going home first. It meant I would have to leave the office much earlier than I normally would … but … of course, it was easy to find an excuse!!!

He was already sitting at our favourite table when I arrived at the restaurant … even though the cab from my office had made much better time than I thought it would. And he already had a glass of wine waiting for me!

We had the restaurant to ourselves and joked about trying to keep our conversation as low as possible … so as not to alert our waiter to the notion that we weren’t actually the “married couple” they have always assumed us to be. It was actually quite difficult to not make it sound as though we were whispering . . . and we consciously tried to keep the conversation about each of our days at work … rather than chatting about each others families … and the sort of things we normally would want to talk about. We’d almost finished our meal, and my second glass of wine, before other customers began arriving.

We somehow avoided a direct answer to the owner’s questions about whether we “were we off to the theatre, or the cinema, or into the West End”. And we laughed and giggled our way to S’s car … teasing each other about how guilty we felt about such deception to the lovely restaurant owner who always called us his “lovely couple” …

I convinced S that I’d actually enjoy a bath, instead of a shower … and he allowed me to soak whilst he first called home … and then came and sat on the toilet next to the bath, whilst we caught-up more on each others gossip. He answered the door to accept the wine he’d ordered from room service, and then undressed and swapped places with me in the bath as I wrapped myself in the towel and sat and drip-dried.

We then relaxed back onto the bed together and continued chatting, and sipping our wine … joking about how we’d normally just be sitting down at the restaurant at this time … and yet … here we now were … already bathed, and in bed together.

Our conversation slowly turned to kisses and stroking each others arms and shoulders … and he unwrapped me from my towel and started sliding his mouth down over my nipples and down onto my tummy.

Perhaps it was the combination of our early meal … the bath … and the wine … but I felt completely relaxed and instantly aroused and tingly. He shifted his weight off me and lay down completely on his stomach between my legs … and I spread them willingly as he lifted them apart. I heard myself moaning loudly as his tongue ran over and between my lips, and then groaned even louder as I felt his fingers sliding into me.

My concentration was interrupted for a moment though when I heard him gasping out “Oh God, look”. … I felt him lifting his face away from me and opened my eyes to see him looking up at me.

“What’s wrong” I asked him, suddenly feeling self-conscious … but then gasping again as he slid both the palms of his hands up over my nipples. “Look at them, I’ve never seen them that hard!!” he said …

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 “Further Adventures” … 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 “Further Adventures” … 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 newest short Audio Reading … from “My Cougar Moment” … Part Five 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 “My Cougar Moment” 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 …

“My Cougar Moment”

Normally when Hubby and I have a night out at our Swingers Club we will spend the first hour or so sitting at the Bar chatting to staff … or to other couples, or singles, that we have met previously.

And by “met” I don’t necessarily mean people that we have actually played with before … many of our swingers friends are just that … friends that we have met there. People who share the same views and experiences as we do.

The atmosphere is always very friendly and relaxed … and it is really just very nice to unwind in a different and far more exciting environment than we would on a normal evening out with our normal friends.

And, of course, I love being able to wear something sexy and naughty. And Hubby enjoys me dressing like that and sitting, or standing at my side … or watching me take an occasional stroll away from the bar to investigate what may be happening in the play areas … or the viewing rooms … and then slowly strolling back. “Strutting my stuff” … as he calls it …

There have been occasions when we’ve not met or played with anyone at all during the evening. Or perhaps we may have just chatted and exchanged numbers with a couple, or interesting single guy, but that for one reason or another we’d not indulged with any further.

But on our most recent visit, I did something I’d never, ever done before … and it turned into one of the most amazingly exciting evenings we’ve ever enjoyed there.

We’d arrived early and had been sitting at the bar on our own, sipping our drinks and chatting to one of the lovely barmaids, when a simply gorgeous young man entered from reception and came up to the bar to order a drink. He wasn’t close enough for us to hear him ordering … but our eyes met briefly as he glanced around the bar whilst he waited for his glass.

As he walked off towards the main room I saw him glance briefly back in our direction, before he disappeared around the corner. Our barmaid came back to roll her eyes and tell me “Wow. He’s so hot!”.

I nodded my agreement and asked her where she thought he was from and if she’d seen him here before. She told me he was definitely a newbie and possibly Spanish or Italian.

A few minutes later he’d returned to the main room and was standing by the wall on the opposite side of the room to us. “God he is gorgeous isn’t he” I giggled to our barmaid. Hubby put his arm around my shoulder to pull me closer and whispered into my ear “why don’t you go and introduce yourself and offer to show him around.” I giggled with nervous excitement at his suggestion and replied, “I can’t, I wouldn’t know what to say.”

Usually, couples or singles would approach us first and we’d chat … sometimes for quite awhile … before I would nod to Hubby that I was “interested.” And then it would be him that would make the “suggestion” to our new “friends”, if they hadn’t already asked us first.

But now … not only was Hubby suggesting that I make the first move … he was suggesting that I do it on my own!!!

My heart was racing 90-to-the-dozen and I felt my excitement levels rising by the second. … “Go on, you’ve got nothing to lose. Talk to him before someone else gets in first,” Hubby was urging in my ear.

I got down off my stool and started to walk slowly over towards him …

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 “My Cougar Moment” … 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 “My Cougar Moment” … 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 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