We’d chatted on the site a few times - easy, flirty exchanges that hinted at a deeper connection. She was married, curious, and a little nervous. He was clearly proud of her and keen to see where their fantasies might lead. When they invited me over for drinks and a soak in the hot tub, it didn’t feel like a setup. More like a natural step forward. There was no promise or assumption of fun - this was a chance to get to kn...

Her house was tidy, calm, and warm. She handed me a towel and offered tea, but her eyes were already doing the talking. I took a seat on her sofa, and with just the right touch of audacity, I said, “So... should we start with the white pair?” She gave a knowing smile and undid the top button of her blouse as she stepped in front of me. No hesitation, just quiet confidence. She peeled her skirt down and stood before me in...

I see her almost every weekday at drop-off and pick-up. Petite, elegant, always in tidy workwear - heels clicking, dark hair swept into a loose bun, a soft Maltese accent smoothing out her already polite English. She always gave off the impression of the classic school mum: organised, discreet, content with her lot. And I never thought much beyond that - well, except for the one time I saw her crouch down to tie her kid’s...

Clearing up an old machine and finally find this, following on from Part 1 https://www.swingingheaven.co.uk/stories/fact/watched-with-his-wife-part-1-2 The air shifted the second J stepped in. Emma didn’t even flinch. She just kissed me harder, like now she had an audience, she was all in. It wasn’t the kind of kiss you give someone you’re still deciding about. It was full of want. Full of permission. And something in her...

So as we're chatting and getting to know each other - I can see she's nervous and I can also see she's sitting with her legs crossed and a real glint in her eye... He just came out with it. “So, Dylan… how would you seduce and fuck my wife?” He asked it with a smirk, but there was weight behind the words. Curiosity. Maybe even a little envy. And I didn’t miss the way her lips curled, the faint flicker of something darker...

Well, after we agree to meet out for a few drinks and we end up back at yours; to cut a long story short we'd get to the fun time fairly soon. Possibly in your bedroom - maybe even just on the stairs on the way. We'd start slow - a lot of petting etc. Then we'd get a bit more rough, I'd slap her boobs and gently bite her nips - she'd feel the excitement rising. She'd be waiting to get it in the bottom as this was the one...

Only a couple of weeks ago I was invited to a friends house for drinks - it was his wife's birthday and they'd invited a few people round - both couples and a few singles. I'd chatted with my friend about the party etc. And he'd pointed out that there was a single girl there that I should meet - little does he know of my fab time fun / preferences but then I wouldn't want him knowing that I really wanted to fuck HIS wife...