Sandie's First Swing - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Sandie's First Swing - Part 2

... My tears quickly slowed then stopped and I felt the manly aroma of his body engulf me; clean and fresh from the shower but with a powerful, virile undertone that brought back vivid images of our one night in bed together. I shivered at the memory but for the first time felt no surge of revulsion or shame. “Are you ok?” he asked softly, feeling my tremors and holding me closer as if to keep me safe and warm, “you’ve had a bit of a shock. Perhaps I shouldn’t have…” And then his words were brought to an abrupt halt as I raised my face and kissed him full on the lips. Without hesitation, without shame or fear, I pressed my lips to his and our mouths immediately moulded to each other, our lips parting instantly. I felt his body respond, his strong arms moved over my back and sides and then his tongue entered my mouth, first tentatively across my teeth, then delving deep into me, seeking my own and finding it. I instinctively raised my arms around his strong neck and felt his wrap tightly around me, his hands first on my waist, then on my bottom where his fingers kneaded my cheeks as our active tongues twisted and tangled together like snakes. His hands, large and confident, squeezed my buttocks, pulling my body firmly against his until I could feel the hardness of his erection pressed against my belly. A thrill passed through me as I remembered how it had felt to have that wonderful shaft inside me all those months ago, and wanted so badly to feel again. Sensing my shudder, ...

... Paul’s arms enveloped me even more closely, his mouth smothering mine until I could hardly breathe but I didn’t care. Somehow it didn’t feel wrong this time; it didn’t feel like cheating on my husband. This time it felt as if something that always should have happened was finally taking place. His hands kept moving, on my buttocks, on my hips, on my sides, on my arms, under my vest, caressing my boobs. I wanted to feel them everywhere; I wanted to touch him in return, to feel his body as I wanted him to feel mine. I wanted him to take me upstairs, to undress me, to spread my thighs, to… “Mummy I’m tired...” We sprang apart almost violently at the sudden interruption. “Emily!” I exclaimed breathlessly, “What did I say about sneaking up on me and making me jump?” “Mummy I’m so sleepy,” she whined, ignoring my reprimand. I felt in no position to tell her off further and instead I looked at the kitchen clock. “Goodness! I’m not surprised. It’s nearly midnight!” It had been quite late when I had dragged to kids into the car but where had the rest of the evening gone? “I’d better check on the others and get us home,” I said, turning to Paul whose face was a picture of frustration. “Come on Em...!” I took her by the hand but before leading her through to the playroom I gave Paul what I hoped was a caring look and silently mouthed, “Saved by the bell!” “Did you want to be saved?” he whispered in return. Before I could respond, my little daughter turned to me. “Were you and Uncle Paul ...