Sandie's First Swing - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Sandie's First Swing - Part 3

... relief then went to the bedroom to bathe and change out of Lisa’s tight clothes. I relaxed in the hot, deep water for a long time, letting it soothe my aching back, legs and hips as it washed away the last traces of Paul’s juices from the outside of my body. I could only imagine what might remain inside me but the thought brought a happy glow to my cheeks. As my fingertips began to prune, I reluctantly stepped onto the fluffy bath mat and, wrapping a large towel around me, went back into the bedroom. “What’s this about spending the weekend with Paul?” I span around suddenly at the sound of my husband’s angry voice behind and turned to see him standing up aggressively, his eyes burning into mine, Lisa’s dress in his hand. I hadn’t heard him come home but he had clearly been waiting for me to come out of the bathroom, growing angrier and angrier the longer I took in the bath. “What?” I said, still recovering from the shock of his presence, “I didn’t hear you…”. “Emily just told me about your weekend. How the kids shared the playroom and how ‘Mummy and Uncle Paul shared a room too’.” My blood ran cold but I said nothing. My first reaction had been one of terrible guilt, but then I remembered what he had been doing all weekend and how he had deceived me for so many months. My fear and guilt turned to anger. I silently crossed to the dresser, picked up my husband’s mobile phone – the one that had started the whole course of events – and handed it to him. “Read it!” I said coldly. ...

... “What?” “Read it, Tom!” He tapped in his password then looked at the message from Lisa that immediately appeared on the screen. “Oh fuck!” he said quietly, staring at my bare, wet feet. I laughed mirthlessly. “Fuck is right! Fuck is exactly what you’ve been doing with Lisa, and for the last nine months…!” The row that followed remains the worst in our entire relationship. Although we both managed to keep our voices relatively low for the kids’ sake, we held little back. I called him a lying, cheating bastard, a useless husband and lover (which was partly true) and a bad father (which wasn’t true at all). He called me a slut (unfair) and accused me of having sex in front of the kids (which wasn’t true). He said that he had been driven to find a lover because I was so utterly useless in bed (which probably had been true but after my weekend with Paul was certainly not true now) and that fucking me was like fucking a sack of potatoes (this might have been true too but it was still cruel). I said the problem was him, his tiny cock (I wanted to hurt him – it isn’t small at all) and useless technique (which was true but partly my fault) and that if he wanted to know what I was really like in bed he should ask a real man like Paul… You get the picture? I’m not proud of myself. We spent the night in separate bedrooms but interestingly, neither of us told the other to get out of the house or threatened to leave. Trying to hide things from the kids the next morning was very difficult ...