Sandie's First Swing - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Sandie's First Swing - Part 2

... home?” I asked, desperate for some way of beginning. Paul looked at me strangely as if I had asked a foolish question. “No. She’s away for the weekend.” “Where has she gone?” I asked. Again he gave me that strange look. “She’s meeting a friend in London… why are you asking me this, Sandie?” “Do you know who the friend is?” I continued and received an even more puzzled look. “Yes of course.” I laughed mirthlessly. “Well I have news for you, Paul. At this moment, your wife Lisa is in room 218 of the Marriott hotel waiting for my husband Tom to join her. In fact, he’s probably with her already. I think we can guess what they’re doing.” The killer blow my words should have struck must have missed Paul because he just looked at me with sadness in his eyes. “Did you hear what I said?” I half yelled, thrown off my stride by his lack of reaction. “Yes I heard you.” “Aren’t you shocked? Aren’t you angry? My husband is fucking your wife!” “No, Sandie. I’m not shocked. I know all about it. It’s been planned for weeks.” My stomach dropped into my boots. “What?” I stammered, “You know about it?” “Yes of course I know. Didn’t you? Lisa and Tom have been seeing each other ever since that night when we alI…” “Stop it!” This time I was properly yelling, “Stop it! Stop it!” “I’m sorry! I’m really sorry, Sandie,” Paul’s voice sounded so sincere and his face so anxious that I couldn’t doubt the sincerity of his words, “I thought you knew all about it!” I shook my head. “I… I thought it was ...

... only a one-off, like... like you and me,” I replied, lowering my eyes. “Oh my God... No... Sandie I… I’m afraid not… They’ve been seeing each other ever since.” I stood with my mouth hanging open, my eyes wide, unable to take it all in as Paul continued, placing his hand on my forearm. “Seriously Sandie, I really thought you knew or else I’d never have… I’m so, so sorry. Please come in; I think you need to sit down. ” “But the kids…” I began. “Bring them in too. Our two are watching a DVD in the family room.” I stared into his face, feeling desperate. “I think we need a quiet talk, don’t you?” he said calmly. I nodded silently and wiped away the tears that were forming in my eyes before returning with Paul to the car. The kids were so excited at the prospect of spending an hour or so with their pals that they didn’t even notice I was upset. Seeing how stunned and useless I had become, Paul immediately took charge and a few minutes later all four of them were ensconced in the family playroom in their pyjamas with orange squash, biscuits and a terrible animated movie on the large screen. They were deliriously happy and paid Paul and me no attention as he joined me in the kitchen. I was standing at the sink, my hands trembling with emotion, my cheeks wet with tears of both hurt and anger. “Has it... I mean have they... seen each other... a lot?” I asked directly as soon as he entered the room. “Sit down, Sandie. Please. You’re upset.” “Of course I’m fucking upset!” I yelled then ...