1. Sandie's First Swing - Part 2


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

    I had discovered my husband’s infidelity with his wife. “You’re… You’re in love with me?” I asked, astounded, still suspicious. My mind was reeling! How could I take in so many things all at once? The safe little world that I had tried to build around my family; the world that had been shaken to its roots but still not broken by the unwanted pregnancy and even less wanted abortion that had followed was right now crumbling around me. “Yes, I’m in love with you!” he repeated as if gathering confidence from hearing the words out loud. I stared into his eyes looking for either deceit or malice but found neither. “Paul I... I don’t know what to say I...” I bumbled, not even knowing how I felt, let alone how to reply. I looked into his handsome face and again saw sincerity but mixed with apprehension, anxiety and perhaps even a little fear. My chest went tight, my tummy churned and my head thumped. I felt his hands on mine and instinctively pulled them away then immediately regretted it. “I’m sorry Sandie,” he said as if alarmed at my reaction, “I didn’t mean to upset you it’s just how I feel and...” “Mummyyyyy! The boys won’t let me sit with them on the sofa!” A shrill voice from a few inches behind me filled the room and I leapt to my feet, feeling my face burning with the rush of adrenalin that surged through me. “Emily! You made me jump!” I exclaimed, thanking God for the interruption, giving me precious moments in which to think. “They’re being mean to me,” she whined, ...
    walking slowly towards me with her hands behind her back, “you’ve got to come and tell them! “Emily, you have to stop bursting in on me all the time. You really gave me a shock.” “Sorry Mummy but they are being mean. I hate them!” I looked at Paul who grinned and shrugged ironically. “Where did you want to sit?” I asked, knowing that I would get no peace until the issue was addressed. “I wanted to sit in the middle next to Daniel but they wouldn’t let me.” I heard Paul trying to suppress a giggle. My daughter had had a crush on his son for the last two years and it was starting to annoy both the soon-to-be-teenager and his friend, her older brother. The parallel to my own situation with Paul was too obvious to be overlooked. I blushed wildly and tried not to look at him. “I’m happy to help if you want,” he offered, amused. “I can handle it,” I replied and took my daughter’s offered hand. “I think you need to let the boys play on their own for a while,” I said diplomatically as we walked through to the playroom, “you girls got to choose the DVD so you must let them do what they want in peace.” This wasn’t the response she had been hoping for and she scowled before reluctantly settling on a bean-bag next to Paul’s daughter. When I returned to the kitchen, Paul had refilled our wine glasses and was standing waiting. As I entered I was struck once again by his extraordinary good looks; his long, strong legs and tight buttocks displayed so well in his tailored jeans and the way his ...
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