Just Keep Swinging - Sex Stories

Just Keep Swinging

... shack. I wryly smiled. The rain had now stopped, the droplets were still falling off the roof. By the time we had gathered our thoughts and sneaked back into the fire exit, the sun had started to break through the clouds.

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I stared once again at the green numbers on the bedside clock. 12:03. Beside me John was fast asleep, still busy snoring. He normally complains that it's me. Part of his whinging about me smoking. No, here I am listening to him like he is a pig snuffling around in shite.

There was no sex again this evening. He was at least partially sympathetic to the fact that I fell over playing tennis. He gave me a hug and kissed my bruised thigh. The children found it hilarious. Retelling the story over and over again. Recreating the fall on the sofa, over and over again. It was getting more and more exaggerated every time. They found it even funnier when he dug out of the cupboard of my old kit. They could never believe mommy could fit in that. It took a minute for myself to work out how I ever did.

At bedtime I practically jumped on him. The thoughts of the instructor and Sarah flowing through my body. He pushed me off. Too tired after doing his presentation all day. Just how much wanking to those sexy OnlyFans models had he done? Nothing was left in the tank I bet.

Staring through the darkness at the ceiling my thoughts jumped between the buttocks of the instructor and Sarah's beautiful blue eyes. I turned my head and looked at the bearded John ...

... peacefully grunting and sleeping away. I contemplated turning him around to spoon him. But the effort was greater than the reward.

With a shiver I slowly rolled out of bed, making sure that the duvet was in place for John. Wouldn't want him to get cold. In the dusky light I tiptoed as silently as I could. Annoyed with myself when my right foot hit the loose floorboard and it creaked. It always does. In the last six years, I should remember it as I navigated my way to our ensuite.

I had developed an itch. I think the thoughts of the rather sexy instructor and the delightful Sarah had got to me and my mind whilst lying in the dark in bed, and I knew there was only one cure, if John was not going to play ball and get his racquet out. I had to take things literally into my own hands. I quietly opened the bathroom cabinet and dug out my travel washbag. Inside was my smooth metallic friend. My very reliable and always there for me, normally on a Thursday, vibrator.

So, as to not look at my bed head hair and overly tired wrinkled face in the mirror, I sat on the toilet and turned it on. The humming almost echoed in the small bathroom. I slowly pushed the vibrator inside my large black panties. Leaving it just to the side of my clit. I even needed to warm up a little. However, with my panties holding it in place, it meant leaving my hands free to play with my own chest. I quietly moaned and then thought I heard a noise from the bedroom. I held my breath until I knew I was safe. ...