Just Keep Swinging - Sex Stories

Just Keep Swinging

... tried to smile and be positive. I have to be perma positive with all three of them. Keep everyone happy. In reality all I just wanted to do was run downstairs, hide, eat one of the children's chocolates and have another cigarette.

"Maybe later, I have got to get this done?'

My eyes roll like a kaleidoscope, I may have even huffed rather loudly. "What exactly do you want me to do?"

"It's MY iPad!" Jo screams through the wall interrupting our chain of thoughts. Another mutual roll of our eyes. Our fifteen minutes are already up.

"Could you..." His face winced as a grovel. His sexy handsome five o'clock shadow that he used to have been now almost a gray forest of a beard. He trims it for his Thursdays in the office. The rest of the time it's a prickly forest.

"Get them out of your hair?" I finished his sentence and clocked that my voice went up an octave at the end. I knew I was being equally antagonizing.

"Yes?" He was defiant. He ran his hands through his thinning hair. When we met it was a nice full head of brown hair. His bald patch and receding gray hairline were speeding up. He now had more hair on his chin than on top of his head.

"Like how?" I looked across the small room to the double-glazed window, and we both watched the tree in the next-door garden swaying in the wind as rain drops lashed against the pain and dribbling down.

"I don't know, how about the new indoor tennis center, we picked up the flier the other day?"

My heart sank. ...

... "John...it will be busy, will our two actually play tennis?" More excuses. They are too big now really for soft play centers. They get easily bored and want to drag my fat ass through the rollers rather than play with other children.

"Your old racquet is still in the cupboard." He pointed to the wooden pine wardrobe that was next to the spare bed, it contained all my clothes and things that I would 'one day' fit back into once I lost the baby weight. There were far more nice sexy clothes and expensive underwear in there than in my bedroom wardrobe. It's been over eight years since I wore any of it. It might happen one day. You read all the books and magazines about how your body pops back. However, for me two babies and then finding that when your child is asleep during the day sitting down and enjoying the chocolate biscuits and cake on the sofa are rather nice, might not have helped.

"Go on, you might even enjoy it."

I stared at him, I hoped he wasn't going to follow up about my own weight. That would have been a tipping point again. He occasionally plays Squash on a Friday night with an old school mate. Beer belly reduction he calls it. But the beers afterwards probably counter it.

"I guess, you could come too, help me out, we could play doubles?" I grinned ever hopeful.

"If they like it, maybe next week?" He deflected and delayed.

That was it. The conversation was over. His face told me everything. He was clearly going back to watching jiggling big tits and ...