1. Sandie's First Swing - Part 2


    Date: 3/20/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: JennyGently, Rating: 33, Source: LushStories

    when I heard a bright chime coming from somewhere in the kitchen. I recognised the sound straight away; my mobile phone receiving a text message. I looked at the kitchen clock and smiled. It must be Tom, I thought with a grin, bored already and sending me messages to keep himself awake. I pictured him surreptitiously typing, his hands hidden under the dining table as the opening speeches droned on. Eagerly I searched in my handbag for my phone and pulled out the handset. There was no message. That was strange; I was sure I had heard the beep. Wait! There is was again, a second, reminder beep. But it hadn’t come from the phone in my hand; it seemed to have come from the door behind which a couple of coats were hanging. I crossed the room, rummaged in the coats and pulled a second phone, almost identical to mine, from one of the outside pockets. It was Tom’s private phone. Like many of us, my husband had two phones; a ‘work’ one which could be left behind when he didn’t want work calls to disturb him, and a ‘private’ phone for family and other personal calls which he always carried. That was odd; he should have had both phones with him. Then I remembered he had taken the dog for a walk before breakfast and must have slipped it into his pocket. That was odd too; why would he want his personal phone on a half-hour dog walk? I shrugged and was just planning sending a cheeky message to let him know where he had left it when my finger clipped a button on the front and the screen ...
    sprang to life. A message flashed up which, though short, was to change our lives forever. ‘I’m upstairs ready. Room 218. Want you. L xx’ An icy cold feeling grew in my stomach. Before the message could fade I saw the sender’s name clearly above the text. ‘Lisa Private’ I felt dizzy, reached out a trembling hand for one of the kitchen chairs, dragged it across the tiles and flopped down, stunned. My husband Tom was about to meet someone called Lisa, right now, in her hotel bedroom. My head span and my stomach heaved. There could of course only be one ‘Lisa’ and only one reason for the two of them being in a hotel room together. I felt sick; almost unable to believe my eyes. Lisa! My former Best Friend! Lisa! The woman my husband had seduced, or who had seduced him, on the last night of our holiday in Wales; the night when, stunned at having seen them having sex in the cottage’s lounge, I had allowed myself to be seduced and comprehensively fucked by her husband Paul in their bedroom, with all the kids asleep upstairs. Lisa! The woman who had started it all; her night of passion with my husband, my one and only act of infidelity; the single long night that had led to my unwanted pregnancy, the even more unwanted termination; the months of guilt and anguish that had nearly wrecked my marriage. And Tom! How could he do this after all we had said and done to repair the damage? Ok, our sex life hadn’t been great since the abortion but he knew the reasons and had at least pretended to ...