Just Keep Swinging - Sex Stories

Just Keep Swinging

... STEM or other such bullshit. But the stealing pen game brought that to a halt. Screen time was a win. Quiet was very much a win for me. I like winning. I always have.

It was then time to face my husband. I took a deep breath outside the nursery cum office door. He has accepted that I smoke, as I always have. But I know that he is never happy with it. That's why since we had children I have been standing outside. Or inside in the garage, to stay dry and warm or at the point of last resort on the back door with at least the door open. I never smoke in the house when they are awake. Once they are asleep it's my time. They don't need to know.

I was heavily smoking the night we met. I shouldn't have been. But I was county champion that day. I had to let my hair down and party. I was riding a wave of triumph. Nicotine had helped me continue that flight. My dad had spent a lot of time trying to find me sponsorship to go for the next level. I didn't care. I just wanted to party.

The only level I was going for was horizontal. I had been drinking all afternoon. They gave me a bottle of champagne to win. I thought at the time it was rude not to drink it.

"Hey, do you think...." John looked up from his keyboard, his finger clicking his mouse and closing the browser just when I popped my head around the door. He could have rescued the pen. He was upstairs. No, it was mommy's job. I took a deep breath of anticipation, and it was killing me. This time he wasn't working. He was ...

... looking at porn. I've seen the OnlyFans accounts in his browser history. He doesn't realize I know how to check. It's our family computer, not his. We will have to have a conversation around cleaning his search history when Timmy gets older and curious.

I am lucky in one regard with John. He goes into the office every other Thursday to keep in with the team. They then normally end up going for a drink afterwards as none of them will be up early on Friday. It's on these days that I've checked his computer once or twice. I may have had my vibrator in at the same time.

It's my reliable friend every other Thursday. Mom friends are one thing. My delightful and ever-present bullet vibrator is another. Twenty to thirty minutes of unadulterated fucking pleasure. He would be delighted to know how much I've been looking at videos and pictures of his OnlyFans models as I dribbled and gushed over his expensive office chair. I just love it. Cleaning up afterwards wasn't quite so much fun. I didn't really want the chair reeking of me.

"What John?" I instantly snapped back. We had been snapping more and more recently. Maybe longer. We were just getting on each other's wick.

"Well, you know I've got to get this PowerPoint done by Monday." His head pointed towards the screen. As if what was in front of him was not huge fake tits of a skinny bottle blonde and a shaved pussy with three fingers thrusted inside her, but his boring work.

"It's Saturday, spend some time with us?" I ...