Sandie's First Swing - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Sandie's First Swing - Part 2

... kissing, Mummy?” she asked with the innocent directness of a child. I felt my tummy churn in horror and heard Paul cough behind me. “Goodness! What makes you think that, Em?” I asked, taking care not to answer properly. “Well you looked like they look on TV. You had your mouth on his and his hands were on your bum and..” “Emily!” I interrupted, as sternly as I could, “You mustn’t tell stories like that!” “But Mummy I saw you and…” “Emily, that’s enough! Now come on, let’s get your brother and leave these guys in peace.” She led me sulkily back into the playroom. The boys were half asleep with an action movie on the screen, the sound turned down. Paul’s daughter was curled up on her bean bag, fast asleep but opened her eyes when we entered. “Come on you two,” I said softly, “it’s time to go home. Just get your...” “How would you like to spend the night here with your friends?” Paul’s unexpected voice made me jump once again. Despite their sleepiness, the kids cheered and I span round to stare at him, not realising he had followed me into the playroom. “What?” I stammered, surprised and cross at not being consulted. “We couldn’t, really. We have to…”. “What do you say, kids?” he asked and got another, less sleepy cheer. “Paul, I don’t know…” but I wasn’t allowed to finish. “You mean a sleepover?” Emily yelled excitedly, suddenly wide awake. Her little face beamed, her eyes wide with excitement. “Of course,” he replied, “tomorrow too if you like! We’d be pleased to have ...

... you!” “Yayyyyy!” “ If ... if your Mummy says it’s ok, of course,” he added looking at me with a mischievous shrug as he stood close alongside me. “Oh pleeaaseeese Mummmyyyyy!” Still stunned from our unplanned embrace in the kitchen, I felt ambushed. I knew I should put my foot down there and then; that the decision I made would have implications well beyond the next twenty-four hours but I felt powerless to stop the momentum that was building. On the one hand there were four happy kids in a warm friendly house and a man who had just declared his love for me and kissed me so wonderfully. On the other hand there was the house I shared with my unfaithful husband, a bed I would sleep in alone, knowing that the man who should be alongside me was at that moment sharing a room and a bed with a woman I used to think of as a friend. But if I stayed, there could only be one result; after all that had happened I couldn’t remain under Paul’s roof all night without making love with him again. If I stayed, it was inconceivable that I would leave the house still faithful to my husband. My husband... the father of our two wonderful children... My husband... the man I had been married to for so many years... My husband... who was probably even now in London fucking Paul’s wife… My husband... the man who had lied and lied to me for the last nine months… My husband... I took a deep breath. “Well, if Uncle Paul says it’s ok...” Innocent sounding words that meant so much more! I could feel my skin ...