Sandie's First Swing - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Sandie's First Swing - Part 3

... revealing and didn’t look ridiculously short for my rather older legs. I wore it with tights. This was a mistake, which I only discovered when we arrived at the playground and it was too late to change; the damn thing rode up my thighs constantly, revealing my nylon-covered panties frequently and I had to wriggle it down every few minutes to cover what was left of my modesty. Paul of course thought this was hilarious and very sexy so to please him I didn’t change when we returned to the house and cooked a very late lunch while the kids watched a movie on TV. Apart from a handful of squabbles, the kids were great too; so busy playing together that I don’t think they noticed the surreptitious hand-holding and occasional kissing that was going on between Paul and me at the playground or the outrageous groping that took place in the kitchen afterwards. *** We were all disappointed later that evening when it was time for the party to end and for the three of us to return to our own home. The kids were bubbling over with chatter having enjoyed themselves immensely; all sleeping on the floor in the same room as they had done in Wales, and were now obviously exhausted. As I drove home and their two heads lolled in the back seat, I knew I would pay the price through bad tempers the following morning when it was time to get them to school but right then that didn’t matter; it had been a wonderful weekend that not even the hard reality of Tom’s deceit and Lisa’s conniving had been able ...

... to spoil. The emotional rollercoaster that had been the past year of my life had taken many turns over the two wonderful days we had spent together. Paul and I had made love at least half a dozen times in all – I had lost count and had fallen asleep on him at least twice – each penetration better than the last as our bodies had tuned into each other, our desires had become clearer and my remaining inhibitions had fallen away. Indeed our farewell kiss - in the bedroom so the kids couldn’t see – had resulted in a brief, hasty but wonderfully passionate penetration on the edge of the mattress with Lisa’s tight dress bunched up around my waist. There had been no time to shower afterwards and I could still smell Paul’s distinctive musky, masculine scent on my body as we rolled home through the half empty streets. I suddenly realised that I had made love to Paul in a single weekend more that I had with my husband in all the months since my termination, and would have even done more if Tom and Lisa’s imminent return hadn’t brought the adventure to an enforced end. I pulled into the empty driveway remembering how different I had felt when I had bundled the kids into the car only forty-eight hours ago. So much had already happened; surely life couldn’t be the same again. Waking the sleeping kids gently I cajoled them into washing their faces and brushing their teeth before going complaining and exhausted to bed. As I kissed them goodnight and closed their bedroom doors, I sighed with ...