Sandie's First Swing - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Sandie's First Swing - Part 3

... presented vagina, his strong fingers gripping the flesh of my hips tightly, pulling me hard onto his pounding cock with every thrust. I can’t remember how or if I responded to what can only be called a ‘good fucking’ but I do remember his thrusts being wild, fast and deep and that he reached his climax quickly. I was too tired to climax again myself but when he ejaculated in me for the last time there were tears running down my cheeks and onto the pillow. *** The sound of kids playing noisily and happily coming through the open bedroom door woke me on Sunday morning. I opened my eyes to find Paul in his shorts, bringing me a mug of tea in bed. If it were possible, he looked even more attractive with his light morning stubble, his powerful chest and arms bare and I once again glowed inside and blushed outside at the memory of what we had said and done to each other. I sat up in bed, the duvet barely covering my boobs, smiled up at him and took the tea. I was still nervous; somewhat embarrassed at my performance during the night and worried that, after all the instructions in lovemaking I had needed, he might have lost some respect for me. To my relief I saw nothing but warmth on his face. “How do you feel this morning?” he asked, perching on the edge of the mattress. “Good!” I grinned, sipping the tea, “I ache like hell but I feel the best I’ve felt in months!” “Doctor Paul’s prescription worked then?” he chuckled. “Like a dream,” I replied coyly then frowned. “You had to ...

... give me a lot of help though. Was I really that bad a lover?” “Christ no!” he exclaimed, “You were amazing. I still can’t quite believe it’s all happening!” “But compared to Lisa…” I began but he cut me off. “Forget Lisa! This weekend is about you…” he kissed me on the lips, “and me…” he kissed me again. Whether it was the truth or not, it was what I wanted to hear so I didn’t press for more reassurance. The noise from downstairs grew louder and closer and I was slightly relieved when he didn’t try to make love to me again. Apart from the danger of discovery, my body needed time to recover too. Breakfast was fun with all six of us crowded around the kitchen table then we all got dressed for the day. I let the hot water of the shower ease my aching muscles and joints. My not-unpleasant soreness would take longer to fade. As I put on a little of Lisa’s makeup, I inspected myself in the mirror. Apart from looking tired, I could see little outward sign of the massive changes that had taken place within me; no obvious clues to my infidelity; nothing to suggest the surge in sexuality that had taken over my formerly-passive body. When we were all dressed, Paul and I took the kids to an adventure playground in the forest, which they adored. The leggings and top I had worn the day before were sweaty and unusable after the heat of the bike ride. After a good look through her closet and several unsuccessful try-ons, I found a tight fitting, stretchy dress of Lisa’s that I hoped wasn’t too ...