Just Keep Swinging - Sex Stories

Just Keep Swinging

... Facebook. Just after lockdown. She messaged me to say she was back in town for a bit. It would be great to catch up.

I was so tempted sitting there to say no, get lost. After thinking for a minute or two curiosities got the better of me. There I found myself the following Saturday night sitting in the bar opposite her. It felt right. It felt even better when the sparkle in her eye asked me if I wanted to pop out for a quick cigarette. She had not quit either.

After a couple of drinks, the hug, and that brief kiss on the lips that night felt even better. It was as if the years rolled back. It was as if we never split up. There was no animosity. She was back at home and was also between men. The fact I had a husband was quickly glossed over. I was genuinely excited she was here for a bit.

For the next few weeks, we would go out. John looked after things at home, and I let my hair down. On several occasions back at her place, my clothes too. It did mean rushing home in the middle of the night hoping John wouldn't notice that I was rather late and had got rather sweaty and moist between my legs. On more than one occasion she did come back to mine and fall asleep on the spare bed.

Everything was fun. Until one evening last year over another shared bottle of wine, she said all happy and excited that she had got a new contract and was leaving town again. I hugged and kissed her. Praising her. My bitch was leaving me again.

Standing there the idea of going out for ...

... drinks with Sarah was a growing, and rather exciting prospect. I couldn't wait.

"Thanks John, I appreciate it." I dutifully kissed him on the head and made my way back down the stairs.

Chapter 5

It was only fair, I spent two hours in the tennis center whilst John was busy as he "worked", he could do the battle over brushing teeth and reading stories for just one night. He would love it.

I was going 'out out' to have fun. I needed to let my hair down.

The first surprise for me was that Adam was not there. I arrived early, just to have a quick cigarette outside before going in. I then bought myself a drink, a nice large glass of Chardonnay. I chose a table that could fit the three or more of us around. About five minutes later, or perfectly on time, Sarah arrived. She looked stunning in her blue dress, I all of a sudden felt very underdressed, rather old, and far too fat in my fitted jeans and rather expensive white blouse.

It was then that I was annoyed, I should have waited and bought her a drink. I assumed that she would be coming with Adam, and he would have bought her a drink. I wave at her and show her my large glass, she cutely giggles. I will buy her the next drink; I owe her that. She has invited me out after all.

She joins me with a large glass of wine too. Scanning the room, I am sure everyone thinks that I am out having a drink with my teenage daughter, I have almost convinced myself of this fact. She had sparkling glitter all over her chest, ...