Sandie's First Swing - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Sandie's First Swing - Part 2

... covered my mouth in horror. I didn’t swear; where had that outburst come from? But Paul was unfazed and, taking me by the shoulders, guided me to one of the chairs where I sat obediently. “I’m sorry,” I said, “I shouldn’t take it out on you.” “It’s ok, really it is,” he replied, drawing up another chair. He sat facing me, his hands on mine. “Well,” I asked, more calmly this time, “have they seen each other often?” He paused as if working out how to reply then clearly decided that truth was the best policy. “Quite often, yes,” he replied “How often is that, Paul? What does ‘quite often’ mean?” Another deep breath. “Every couple of weeks, maybe,” his voice was low and somewhat ashamed and his words made me feel even sicker, “once or twice a month anyway and the odd weekend.” I looked at him amazed. Had I really been so stupid or so naive that I hadn’t noticed my husband spending this much time with another woman? I felt even more stupid asking myself the question. My mind began to recall all those nights, working late at the office, or, going straight to the gym. And what about the conferences, business trips and training days? Which had been real? Had any been real? Had he simply been fucking Lisa all those times? And had they lain together in bed afterwards laughing at me? Me! Silly, naïve Sandie? The girl so stupid she got knocked up on the one and only time she let another man fuck her? “And you’re… ok with this?” I asked Paul, astounded that such an attractive man would ...

... allow his wife to do something as terrible as this. Paul stared at his feet as he replied, as if ashamed of the truth. “Lisa’s always been, well, a bit of a free spirit. She and I... we’ve always had something of an open marriage.” Paul’s words brought me back to the present and I looked up as he handed me a large glass of white wine. I hadn’t even noticed him stand up. He poured a glass of red for himself then sat opposite me again. “I thought you knew that,” he said quietly. I nodded, slightly calmer now and took a large mouthful of wine. “Lisa did tell me a bit about it after… afterwards. But she didn’t say much. I was too upset to listen, I suppose.” Although neither he nor Lisa knew it, I had actually been pregnant with Paul’s child when that conversation had taken place so of course had other things on my mind. He sighed; his voice had a tone of confession as he continued. “Lisa and I… well, we have a sort of, unofficial agreement. It doesn’t happen often but if either of us feels there’s someone... really special... well, we sometimes agree to the other... straying a bit.” I looked at him blinking back tears. “And Lisa thinks Paul is special?” He nodded. “Yes, she does. She’s had a bit of a thing about him ever since we first met you both. That’s why we finally agreed she could try and start the whole thing in Wales; to see if you were both… receptive.” I was amazed. How blind could I have been not to have seen all this? Or how stupidly naïve? At least now I knew who had ...