My mate, younger brother and I had set off in my old transit for a fortnights camping trip. Andy, like me was twenty and my brother Rick was eighteen. As none of us had current girlfriends we were looking for sand sea and plenty of sex and I don't think any of us had much of the latter recently. We arrived at what we had planned would be our first site of our tour and had paid for three nights. The tent was a big old beas...

Our next door neighbors and my wife and I had been invited to another neighbors party. My wife was instantly enjoying herself chatting and drinking. I'm no so much of a party animal and had settled into a chair with a beer. I watched as our next door neighbors slowly got wasted Trevor was almost out of it and his wife Sue was getting excited and chatty. She came and sat with me and half of what she was chatting about mean...

When I suggested to Winnie that we try a threesome, what happened wasn't what I had in mind. I had long fantasized about fucking Winnie along with another woman. When I mentioned it as we rested from our latest fucking, Winnie never answered me. At least she hadn't said no and started a row or worse, kick me out. Her non response had me drop the subject as I didn't want to push my luck and perhaps Winnie had taken it as a...

I had just returned home from a four year course at Leeds University. I was more than a little surprised to hear that Trevor, my best mate, was marrying Tina G. Before going off to Uni I had lost my virginity with her, and had made love to her several more times until she moved on. We were both inexperienced to say the least, but by the time I had packed and was on my way to uni, Tina had worked her way through eight lads...

I had heard that my best mate Paul's wife was stepping out on him. It was clear to me that he had no idea. I didn't know if it were true. The rumors grew and grew and eventually Paul heard it from someone. He turned to me to ask if I thought it was true. By then I already knew it was, but told Paul that I would try to find out if Ruby was cheating. A few days later I reported back that it was proving hard to find the trut...

I’m not sure if this is classed as swinging but I’m having a bit of excitement that would be considered ‘wrong’ in normal circles and I need to share it with you. I’m a 45-year-old happily married woman. I have two grown up boys. I love my husband very much and feel guilty that I’m putting my marriage at risk. But I get a craving which I struggle to say no to and its so so wrong. My sex life at home is pretty much nonexis...

I met Melvin when we started secondary school. We were immediately best mates, all through school and even when we started work. I was best man when he married Hannah and he was my best man when I married Francis. We went out on double dates before we married and continued after we were married. We even bought houses close to each other on the new housing estate. I thought we would be friends forever. Our wives were also...

It started when I met Mike through a mutual friend. We were what some people would call players. We both frequented swapping parties as single guys. I had several married women I was seeing as had Mike, and the obvious thing was for us to swap our married ladies on occasions. I soon discovered that he was also a bit of a wheeler dealer and some of his dealings were on the dodgy side. He had told me that he was looking for...

Steph, my wife, and I had been married for a little over five years. She worked as a housekeeper for an old couple. The guy died and the woman had dementia and was taken into care. Steph was soon looking for another job as we could not manage the mortgage without her working. Then she got a break from one of the old couples sons, he informed us of a large country house that wanted a new housekeeper and it had a tied cotta...

My wife and I were just over forty when we found that being childless gave us great advantages. I had my own business that was thriving and Ann gave up work and joined the busy body women as I called them. They went around doing nothing other than looking down their noses at others less fortunate than them and having coffee mornings. It was at this time that Ann declared that she needed a cleaner as we had recently moved...

I need to give you just a little background before I tell you about last weekends fun. I was a single child until my father married my step mum. She moved in an brought Jules her horrible son with her. I was eight and he was nine and he bullied me. At nineteen he got Kirsty his gorgeous girlfriend pregnant and they moved out into a flat together. I was jealous and envious of him to have such a gorgeous wife. Then I met my...

For my last two years at university I lived in the motorhome my parents gave me. I found a place I could pitch up on without paying and it was a quick bike ride to empty my waste and collect water. With solar panels and a small generator I was well set up. It proved to be a great love nest as I didn't have a landlord or lodgers to contend with. At the end of Uni I decided to take a year out and spend as much time as I cou...

My wife Ruth loves the stories on SH and suggested that I tell my story. It started a little over thirty years ago when I was nineteen. I was living away at University and only came home for the holidays. My brother and I had a favorite aunt, Aunt June was ten years older than Roger and I, and was a flirt and would tease us something rotten. My father hated her and called her a slut and that slapper and for many years had...

My mates all knew I was seeing and knocking off a thirty five year old married woman. Being just nineteen most of them thought that I was one lucky bastard with the exception of one who had a far higher moral compass than the rest of us and perhaps a bit of a religious leaning. Most of them asked questions and even asked if she had any good looking mates that wanted company. The next time I saw Janice, after we had fucked...

This happened back in 2016, the night is pretty deeply etched in my memory, but it was a couple of years ago and I’d had a couple to drink. Still, it’s a truthful as I can manage. Though forgive me, my skills lay in mathematics and not literature. I met Emily via a mutual friend of ours. We’d crossed paths a couple of times over the years, being members of the same friend group, but never properly met. Then one day our fr...