Sandie's First Swing

I was woken early the following morning by a band of sunlight streaming through a gap in the curtains. For a few moments I was confused by my strange surroundings but as my brain cleared, the events of the previous evening filled my mind.

For the second time in my life I had woken naked in bed next to our long-time fried Paul after a night of passionate sex. Paul, the man who was now sleeping deeply alongside me, his handsome face towards mine, his eyes closed like a child's. A warm glow came to my tummy as I remembered all he had said to me and we had done together since the kids and I had arrived angry and unannounced at his door the previous evening.

I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, listening to the softness of his slow breathing alongside me. How different this felt from the time he had first seduced me on holiday in Wales; when I had woken wracked with guilt and had plunged headlong into the weeks of sheer hell that had ended with the termination of my unexpected pregnancy.

No, this morning was entirely different. This time there had been no sounds of my husband's infidelity coming from the next room to hurt me and justify my own misdemeanours. This time, instead of reluctantly acquiescing to Paul's advances, I had willingly submitted to his considerable seductive powers and joined whole-heartedly in the night of passion that had followed.

My inexperience as a lover had shown embarrassingly on many occasions but he had been a patient teacher and as a result, I had lost more and more of my inhibitions and enjoyed a night of mind-numbing ecstasy at his hands; a night of lovemaking even better than the heights to which he had taken me during my only previous infidelity.

I took a deep breath and stretched out under the duvet. My legs and hips ached from the pounding he had given them and I blushed as I remembered how the pressure of his powerful body had felt between my legs and the feeling of his strong firm body deep within my own. My nipples were sore too and I winced as the cotton of the duvet cover rasped against their sensitive teats when I turned. I lay there still, closed my eyes and tried to count the number of times he had taken me during the night but couldn't be sure - I had fallen asleep on him in the early hours as I had done a year ago in Wales.

My mind wandered as I lay in the early morning silence. I could hear the sound of movement coming from downstairs which could only mean the kids were waking. For a moment I worried that Emily would come upstairs on her usual 'find Mummy' visit but there was no sign of it and I remembered that the bedroom door was most definitely locked. I relaxed again and listened to Paul's deep, masculine breathing a little longer, thinking how unlike my husband's it sounded; long slow and deep instead of Tom's soft, shallow inhalations.

I frowned as I thought of Tom; how he had deceived me for so long and wondered whether he and Paul's wife Lisa were lying in their hotel bedroom as Paul and I were now lying in their marital bed.

How could my husband have done this to me? After all he and I had said to each other; promised to each other and been through, how could my husband have maintained his affair with Lisa for so long? For a moment, all the pain of his deceit washed over me again, followed by vivid memories of the heartache and guilt of the abortion. My hands flew unconsciously to my lower belly and I felt large, slow tears running from the corner of my closed eyes, across my cheeks and dropping onto the pillow.

"Are you ok, Sandie!" Paul's voice alongside me was soft and earnest. I turned to look into his anxious eyes and tried to blink away the tears.

"It's... it's nothing, really." I mumbled.

"No regrets, I hope," he whispered.

"Not about last night. Not about us," I said truthfully.

He rolled onto his back and reached out for my hand under the duvet. Finding it, he interlocked our fingers, squeezed gently and for a while we both stared at the band of sun moving across the ceiling.

"I've been dreaming of last night ever since..." Paul began then stopped.

"Really?"

"Couldn't you tell?" he asked, "I don't get as passionate as that with just anyone!"

"Don't tease me," I said, my face red with embarrassment, "but thank you for being so... patient with me."

There was another pause.

"It was worth the effort. And the wait!"

His voice was alive with mischief as he rolled onto his side and looked me straight in the eye. I felt his fingers on my tummy, stroking my tingling flesh gently from the underside of my boobs to the tangled triangle between my upper thighs. Once again I felt the unmistakeable signs of my battered body beginning to respond despite its tiredness.

"I'm pleased you thought so!"

I smiled, letting my legs relax and part slightly as his lips found my cheek, then my ear, then my own lips. Then he raised himself onto his right elbow and, as his tongue worked its way into my open mouth, I felt his fingers gently working their way through the messy, semen-matted tangle of my pubic hair and into the top of my slit where he began to part my lips in search of the swollen clitoris that lurked within.

"Ouch!" I winced, giggling.

"Did I hurt you? I'm sorry, I...

"No, I'm sorry," I smiled into his worried face, "I'm a bit sore and a bit... sticky..."

"Oh... Um... sorry...," he snatched his hand away from my vulva but I grabbed his wrist.

"I didn't say no," I whispered, "but we'll have to be very quiet."

He grinned and the bed creaked slightly as he lifted his body over mine. This time I opened my thighs without hesitation to make room for his strong, athletic legs. His cock was already hard and a thrill of anticipation passed through me when I felt its mass fall on my lower belly as he placed his strong arms either side of my shoulders and his beautiful, fit body loomed over me, blocking out the increasing sunlight.

"Don't let me hurt you," he hissed softly.

I just smiled and reached down to find the shaft I wanted so badly. Something warm and smooth brushed against the back of my hand and a moment later my fingers closed around the large, firm, smooth sided pole of muscle that had already brought me so much pleasure. I slid my grip down the shaft until I felt wiry pubic hair against my hand then ran my fingers back up the shaft until its smooth, rounded head nestled in my palm.

"Oh my God! Sandie..."

He breathed in noisily as I squeezed his shaft firmly, still amazed at its raw, masculine strength then directed the smooth, swollen head towards my opening, carefully parting my puffy outer then my sore inner lips until the tip was just inside my loose, ludicrously slippery vagina. I released his erection, spread my thighs a little wider and lay back in excited anticipation.

A heartbeat later, I felt the muscles of Paul's legs and back contract, the bed rocked slightly and in a single smooth thrust his incredible cock plunged deep into my unresisting body, not pausing in its inexorable progress until his pubic hair ground firmly against the top of my slit and the thick base of his shaft stretched my opening wide.

"Ohhh!" I moaned under my breath in a mixture of pleasure, fullness, complete surrender and, I have to confess, a certain amount of pain as the extent of my soreness was suddenly revealed.

"Too painful?" Paul asked, smiling down on me but with concern in his eyes.

I shook my head and smiled back but bit my lip slightly as I felt him draw back until just the tip of his cock was still within me.

"Mmmhh!"

I moaned aloud as his lower belly slapped against mine and his cock was driven deep into me again. His strong thighs forced mine wider apart allowing him to penetrate an extra inch or so into me until his head collided with my cervix and gave me what felt like a small punch in the belly to go with the stinging from my slit.

"Mmmmh! Mmmh!"

The bed began to creak as he thrust into me for a third then a fourth time, my rapidly increasing lubrication easing the soreness and making it easier for him to penetrate me deeper and deeper, which he did over and over again. I felt filled, I felt fulfilled, I felt young and attractive again.

"Oh yessss," I hissed, 'Yess oh yes fuck meeee... fuck meee..."

The sound of my own slurred voice surprised me, but the words surprised me even more. They clearly surprised Paul too because his half-closed eyes opened wide, a determined look spread across his face and his body tensed as he began to thrust harder, deeper and faster into me.

"Mmmmmmyyyyeessssss!"

It felt like my body was opening like a flower beneath him as he relentlessly penetrated me, the soreness now overcome, lost in the wet slapping sounds of his cock churning my juices. A wall of heat began to ripple outwards from my vulva, across my belly and down my legs, building in intensity with each powerful thrust.

Pauls' voice joined mine as the wave of pleasure rose higher and higher within me, making my spine tingle and my fists clench and unclench on their own. I grabbed his strong shoulders in my hands, sinking my fingernails deep into his flesh then raking them down his upper arms as his thrusts grew faster and faster.

'Creak-creak, creak-creak, creak-creak'

The bed moaned and groaned beneath us as Paul's body hammered into mine and a second, new wave of climax began to wash over me. I bit my lip harder but couldn't stop the moans escaping my mouth as the first serious orgasmic pulse struck me hard, opening my eyes until they felt as if they were about to pop out of my head and making the muscles of my tummy go into spasm.

"OhhhhhhhoooowwwWWW!"

Another powerful climactic pulse hit me, tightening my chest and making me shake uncontrollably under Paul's irresistible thrusts which grew faster and harder.

'Creak-creak, creak-creak, creak-creak'

In the night time with the kids asleep downstairs and, my ears ringing with my own lust, the noise from the bed springs hadn't bothered me but now with the children awake in the house and with the noise growing louder with every powerful thrust, even my orgasm couldn't entirely rid me of the fear of discovery.

"Come! Come nowwwwWWWW!" I growled through gritted teeth, clamping down on his shaft as hard as my pelvic floor muscles would allow, just as a third wave of climax robbed me of control and speech entirely.

The effect on Paul was immediate; his thrusting grew wild and uncontrolled, his wonderful steady rhythm broke, I felt the head of his wonderful cock swell, press hard against my insides and moments later his handsome face broke into a terrible contorted grimace as he brought himself to orgasm inside me.

"Nnnnnggghhhh!"

My eyes were fixed on Paul's handsome face as this amazing man's body went into spasm; the build-up of pressure within his body; the force of his thrusts hurting me, the twisting and contorting of his face, neck and spine, the sheer power of his legs as they drove his cock into me so hard I slid bodily up the sticky, crusted sheets.

Then came the sudden and dramatic change as he began to ejaculate in me; the release of tension in his brow; the dreamy half-drunk look on his handsome face as the shaft within me pulsed and throbbed; the long, low sigh that escaped his lips.

As his thrusts grew gentler and slowed almost to a halt, I imagined once again the warm, thick flow of Paul's semen cascading against my battered cervix. Bewildered, I wondered how he still had enough seed within him for this latest outpouring after so much lovemaking throughout the night. But continue it did, his wonderful cock throbbing and pulsing more slowly as his body emptied into mine and the ejaculations slowed.

Eventually his movements ceased altogether and his body went still above mine. After a short while I felt his erection softening, leaving once again a strange feeling of physical emptiness but the wonderful emotional fulfilment that a loving insemination can bring. Then he slowly lowered his strong body onto mine, crushing my boobs and hips awkwardly as his flaccid cock slipped from my body.

Our eyes were fixed on each other's for a long time before he kissed me gently on the nose and forehead then rolled off my spent body and cuddled alongside me, panting.

We lay together in silence. As I listened to the sound of the kids playing downstairs, I could feel my body aching badly from Paul's assault but it didn't matter. I had cheated on my husband for again but that didn't seem to matter either. Paul must have guessed something like this was going through my mind when he spoke.

"Still no regrets I hope!"

I turned my head towards him.

"None at all," I replied honestly, "but I do wonder what happens next."

"What do you want to happen? Is this another one-night stand or..." he let the words fade in the air.

I thought for a moment. Lying next to my lover, freshly inseminated, leaving Paul was the last thing in the world I wanted. But life is more complicated...

'I'm not sure I'm in the best frame of mind to make a rational decision," I said quietly, "not after all that's just happened." I could feel myself blushing again.

"You were amazing, you know that?" he said warmly, turning to look at me again. I blushed deeper then to my surprise he sat upright in the bed and turned towards me.

"Stay the rest of the weekend," he said eagerly, "Please, Sandie.."

The idea caught me by surprise. My first reaction as the 'Old Sandie' would have been to refuse but after last night and this morning, was I still that person?

"I don't know, Paul," I said, old habits dying hard, "I'd really like to but..."

There wasn't a 'but', and I knew it. I really wanted to stay the weekend. Still, I the Old Me had to protest however much the New Me wanted it.

"We haven't got any clothes or washing stuff or..."

"We could nip you home to pack a few things," Paul countered strongly, "or you could simply share ours. Our kids' clothes will fit your two and... well, I'm sure you could find something of Lisa's that would do."

Suddenly I knew that if I stepped beck through the door of our house I would stay there; that my guilt and misplaced feelings of loyalty would prevent me returning to Paul. Suddenly I knew that In wanted to be with him; I needed to see what it would be like to be with him all weekend as lovers. If I stepped through the door of my home now I would never know. I would forever have been his one night fuck!

"It would be a shame to break up the party," Paul continued, nodding at the bedroom door through which the sounds of happy playing were distantly audible.

"What about all their commitments? You know, football and swimming and..." but there was no conviction in me and his dismissive reply was very welcome.

"Would it really hurt them to miss one week?"

Ten minutes later, I entered the playroom wrapped only in Lisa's red silk bathrobe while Paul showered and dressed hastily upstairs. The kids were still surprisingly well behaved; something I later learned was a deliberate tactic to persuade Paul and me to let them all stay together. It worked and, needless to say, the noisy approval that greeted the news that we were staying all day and another night helped overcome the feelings of guilt in my mind.

If I'm honest, I felt just as guilty about the kids missing their sporting activities as I did about continuing to cheat on my unfaithful husband but it's the truth; I couldn't help it.

When Paul joined us dressed in his tight black jeans and a blue polo shirt that displayed the well-honed muscles of his chest and arms to amazing effect I felt my heartbeat surge and my tummy turn to jelly.

Had I really just spent the night with this gorgeous man? I hurried upstairs to shower and dress as Paul made tea and took charge in the playroom.

***

What can I say about the rest of weekend?

Well, at the very least, all six of us had a wonderful time. Later that morning we drove for an hour to a reservoir, rented bikes and spent the rest of the day on a long ride before going to the cinema on our way home. We even ate in a fast food restaurant that I would normally have banned my kids from entering but which I had to admit was rather fun.

Predictably, most of Lisa's clothes were much too small for me, apart from her bras, which equally predictably were much too big but eventually I found a pair of leggings and a long top that weren't too obscene and which were fine for cycling.

It felt very strange but oddly exciting to go out in public with Paul and all four kids wearing his wife's clothes and do doubt being mistaken for his wife. The fact that the clothes were much tighter and more revealing than I was used to simply added to the excitement and I found myself unexpectedly aroused in unexpected places.

Fortunately the reservoir was far enough away to make bumping into any of our friends very unlikely.

In truth, there was something relaxed and natural about the whole day and in the evening when the kids were asleep and I slipped naked into bed alongside the man who had become my lover, I no longer felt self-conscious, dirty or unfaithful. It felt right; as if something that always should have happened was finally taking place.

For the first time since the holiday in Wales, I felt truly happy.

This time our lovemaking was long and slow and beautiful. My inhibitions were now considerably lowered; I felt more at ease; for me, even adventurous.

It felt exciting rather than shameful when I clumsily but voluntarily took his long firm erection in my hand then tentatively into my mouth, awkwardly kissing its long, smooth sides and licking its smooth tip. Paul was patient and sensitive, guiding my tongue over its smooth head and along the ridge beneath before taking it deep into my mouth, my teeth scraping lightly along the sides of his shaft.

He moaned and sighed as I licked and sucked the wonderfully firm, thick erection that had given me such pleasure and promised to give even more. I remember being amazed at the unfamiliar slimy, metallic taste of the pre-cum that oozed from its tiny lips as I gently sucked and I wondered why I had resisted doing this for so many years. He even taught me how to cup and fondle the tight sack at its base, running the globes within between my fingertips before taking them one by one between my lips.

My efforts were rewarded by Paul's strong hands which gripped my hair tightly, forcing my head down onto his shaft until its smooth thick head brushed against the back of my throat making me gag slightly. I didn't care; after so many years as a simple wife and mother, I was becoming a real lover too.

I have to confess I have never found a man's penis to be attractive. Despite my new boldness, Paul's was no more appealing than my husband's I did have to close my eyes before taking it into my mouth. Once I had started, to my relief it became easier and easier and, encouraged by Paul's obvious pleasure, I tried to learn quickly.

Given the extraordinary pleasure it had brought, I was surprised to see that my lover's erect penis was noticeably smaller than my husband's - clearly size isn't everything after all - but it was also strangely curved, bent markedly upwards and as I licked and sucked inexpertly, I wondered momentarily if this was why it had brought such new and exciting feelings to my body when we had been making love.

By then I was so involved in our lovemaking that I would happily have allowed him to come in my mouth - not even my husband had ever done that - but before he could reach the point of no return, Paul gently lifted my head from his groin and firmly pressed me back onto the sheet.

A moment later our positions were reversed and I felt the touch of his expert tongue between my thighs, on my lower belly and my swollen and tingling outer lips. My chest ached with unfamiliar pleasure and anticipation. When the tip of his tongue darted along the full length of my slit without warning in a way I had never even dreamed of before, my climax came instantly and violently, taking us both by surprise.