Just Keep Swinging - Sex Stories

Just Keep Swinging

... way. The rain is pouring down, it's gotten heavier in the last few minutes. I am meant to be outside, that's what I agreed with John. But I am staying dry. I then flick the tip with my index finger, the extended ash scatters in the breeze swirling around. I will go outside and sweep them all up at some point. I don't have the time now. I really now need to climb the stairs yet again and go on a pen hunt.

I, like, properly quit when I had both Timmy and Johanna. But I had a wobble in-between but as soon as I found out I was pregnant again, I was very good yet again. Once breast feeding finished...with the stress of two young children screaming at me I found myself reaching for my well-known support. I just needed a cigarette. Then of course one was never enough. I just wanted another.

My life now is still like spinning plates. It used to be customers I was trying to keep happy. I loved my job. Being busy was fun and I loved being important. The money also helped. But it seems I am now trying to keep three people happy. It is stressful. Like really stressful. There is always someone demanding something or losing something or just wanting attention. It feels like it's twenty-four hours a day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year job. I can now never truly switch off. I am forever needed. I do feel sometimes as if I need to climb inside a rocket and be fired up and away into outer space. Just to escape.

I have now made a rule. The kids sort of understand. Mommy has a ...

... "time out". A few moments where I am not playing a NATO peacekeeping trooper. I'm definitely not on a smoke break, that is totally wrong. I am not going to announce that too all and sundry. I don't want the children repeating or them thinking that. Or telling the teachers. I'm not a bad mom. They don't need to know that. It's mummy's time out. It just so happens it is my moment with a cigarette. It is my time. Five minutes of bliss in an otherwise stressful world. I only get twenty or so of them a day. Twenty moments to myself. My thoughts. With a cigarette between my lips and the smoke in my lungs I can block everything out until it's finished. I can then go again and face the world. If they had been really truly annoying, I might have made it ten minutes in the garage and two cigarettes.

John...where do I begin. I met him twenty-two years ago on a night out. Actually, in a nightclub. He was tall and slim with a lovely smile. At that moment, I was looking the best I have ever done, I was at my fittest and had just won a tennis competition. I was at that moment on top of the world.

"Mary!" His deeper voice cascaded down the stairs, it was so deep that it almost came through the walls. It always does. Like a jackhammer it vibrates through the building.

I close my eyes and drag hard, and exhale out the door, before turning in once again. 'On my way dear." I call up the stairs with as much enthusiasm as I can muster. I wave the displaced smoke away. His coffee would be ...