We had ourselves a little hot tub party the other night, myself, Mr M, Sarah and Cain. The men wearing swim shorts, us ladies wearing bikinis, the music was blaring and the alcohol was flowing. As the sun faded away and the four of us were far from sober, the shorts and bikinis found themselves in a pile on the decking.
Standing in the centre of the tub, Cain stood up behind me, sliding his large, black cock inside me as his sexy blonde wife was sucking my tits. Mr M sat watching, enjoying the sight of a hot, horny, slightly younger couple taking care of me. When that big dick of his gave me my first orgasm, I took at seat at side, pouring myself a glass of wine and watching Sarah lean over, taking his cock in her mouth. Mr M stood up, positioning himself behind her, fucking her as she sucked her husband’s cock.
Chilling out for a while, having a couple more drinks and chatting away, Sarah pulled me up, standing in the middle and making out with me, pulling my hand to her pussy and returning the favour. Putting on a show for our men, a show that continued with our men giving us instructions, having us rub and finger each other to orgasms. Cumming together almost simultaneously, our men gave us no time.
Instantly pulling Sarah to the side, Cain bent her over the side of the tub, fucking her so damn hard. Mr M had me leaning back on the side, holding me up, laying me across the surface of the water and fucking me. Looking up into my husband’s eyes, I couldn’t take my eyes of him, there was possessive look in him like the frustration of being away from me was flooding out. Splashing in the water, listening to the screams of Sarah as we locked eyes, him pounding into me, me throwing my hips at him, I just wanted him to unload inside me and he couldn’t hold it.
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Have you ever watched Open House: The Great Sex Experiment on Channel 4? If you haven’t and you’re even slightly curious… honestly, give it a go.
One evening, my husband and I were doing our usual sofa scroll through the channels when we landed on Season 2, Episode 6. Within minutes, we were completely hooked.
Here’s the overview of the show:
Open House follows monogamous couples who are invited to explore whether their relationship could thrive without exclusivity. With the support of relationship coaches and sex therapists, they question long‑held beliefs about commitment, desire, and what it means to love someone. It’s not all smooth sailing—far from it—but that’s what makes it fascinating. You watch people confront jealousy, communication, boundaries, and the messy, human side of opening up a relationship.
After that first episode, we watched, we just stared at each other.
I laughed it off: “Could we? No. No, of course not.”
But he kept looking at me and said, “Could we though?”
I didn’t answer.
And that silence… that’s where it all began!
What started as a throwaway comment soon turned into something deeper. Out of nowhere at first, then gradually becoming the thing we kept circling back to whenever we had a quiet moment together.
We found ourselves asking the big questions:
How would it actually work? Would we want to meet single people, other couples? Are there really people out there living like this—not on TV, but in real life?
And once those questions were out in the open, the research began.
Before we knew it, we were scrolling through forums and nervously looking up swingers’ clubs and social groups. It felt strange, exciting, a bit surreal. Like we’d opened a door we didn’t even realise was there.
As the conversations deepened, our preferences started to take shape. All those late‑night “what if” scenarios, the teasing, the imagining—it all made things surprisingly clear. We realised we weren’t interested in meeting single people. For us, it was another couple.
Some people call that swinging, but honestly, I hate that word. It sounds sleazy, tacky and outdated, like something whispered behind closed curtains. What we were talking about felt nothing like that. The idea was soo hot and sexy —sexy in a way that surprised both of us.
Eventually, with a bit of Dutch courage and far too much overthinking, we started chatting to a couple who, to our shock, lived practically around the corner. They were new to this too just like us, there was a strange comfort in knowing we were learning together.
Our four‑way chat moved quickly from polite introductions to the fun stuff. what we were into, what we fantasised about, what we were curious to try.
And then, the serious part—Boundaries. Mine were crystal clear from the start:
• No splitting off into separate rooms
• No one gets left out
• Everything happens outside our home, and our kids will never know anything—ever
• And no same‑sex sexual contact
(Those boundaries have grown and changed over time… but that’s another story, for another blog post.)
It goes without saying we were into this. We were choosing this together.. Every conversation felt like peeling back another layer of our relationship trust, honesty, desire, insecurity all laid out in the open. It was thrilling, but it was also vulnerable in a way I hadn’t expected.
We choose to do this together Not out of boredom, not out of dissatisfaction, but out of a shared desire to explore something new—hand in hand, eyes wide open.
Was it actually happening?
Were we really doing this?
The excitement and nerves tangled together, and suddenly the whole thing felt very, very real.
