Sandie's First Swing - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Sandie's First Swing - Part 2

... prickle and the hair on my arms stand on end as the words emerged from my mouth. The message to Paul was clear; I wanted to share his bed; to sleep with him again. I could feel the tension and excitement in the room surge. “Yayyyyy!” Another cheer rose from all four kids. My gaze flashed across at Paul, my face flushed with embarrassment and for a split-second our eyes met full on. He had understood and was smiling at me. For a moment his fingers touched mine in a gesture of affection that almost reduced me to tears on the spot. “Where will you sleep Mummy?” Emily suddenly asked. Paul coughed and suppressed a giggle. “I’ll sleep over too, darling.” I replied, trying not to notice him. “Will you share with Uncle Paul like you did on holiday?” she pressed on. “I... I don’t know...” I began, flashing Paul an anxious look. My stomach churned. They couldn’t have avoided noticing that night but had they told anyone else about it? Surely not, please God! “Mummy can have the guest room,” Paul cut in, saving me from further awkwardness then quietly added, “if she wants it!” For a moment I wondered whether I had misread the situation; perhaps he didn’t want to sleep with me after all, but then I felt his hand on mine, squeezing my fingers between his as he continued. “Now who needs a toothbrush? And you two; go and get your pillows!” I watched his tall, strong figure as he turned to follow the kids out of the room and up the stairs. I had seen him do this many times but tonight was ...

... different. This wasn’t just the father of our kids’ best friends any more, this was the man I wanted to make love to me; to take me as he had done that night in Wales. I looked at his powerful arms and chest, his firm, flat stomach and strong muscular legs as he crossed the hallway. He was every bit as gorgeous as he had seemed all those months ago – perhaps even more so now I understood him so much better - and I remembered vividly how it had felt to have that wonderful body between my open thighs. I felt a tingle of excitement surge through me. It’s impossible to convey the exquisite, almost unbearable anticipation the next half hour brought. Trying to settle four over-excited kids onto mattresses and under duvets after multiple brushings of teeth is hard enough. Trying to do it alongside a drop-dead gorgeous man who has just told you he loves you and with whom you expect to have wonderful sex very soon was almost more than my mind and body could cope with. Time after time as we manoeuvred mattresses and children into place, our bodies would brush against each other, each ‘accidental’ collision accompanied by an exchange of looks so meaningful that by the time we were ready to put out the light and let them sleep, there was a small but distinct damp patch in the crotch of my rather tight scruffy jeans. What made it worse was that I knew Paul had noticed it too but was being too much of a gentleman to let it show. It was a relief to see the swelling in his own jeans that showed ...