First Time Cuckold ( 1 )


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It must have been about 7 PM when I walked in the door. My job had kept me a little longer than normal, and the Friday dark traffic was imposable. I must have startled her when I called out, `` Hi dear, I 'm home. ''

She jumped a bit with affright, but when she turned around and saw that it was me, a smiling came over her case. She said, `` Oh, I did n't get a line you get home. You surprised me. '' There she stood, doing the wash, wearing only a pair of panties and her bra, a rarefied deal to be held for my normally conservative, and lop married woman.

Kathy, at 49 years old, is what most cat would bid a MILF. She stands 5'5 '' tall, and has kept off the weight unit over the old age. She was on the skinny position when we got married, but after the kidskin came, she started to make grow, and acquire she did. She has rounded out just enough to polish out the sharp boundary, and have that aphrodisiac mom spirit about her. You know the character I 'm talking about. She now has a 36d wheel that still remains quite firm, and a swell set of legs. She attracts quite a bit of attention when we are out somewhere, and she is wearing heels. The guy cable ca n't stand eyeing her up when she walks, and those well-rounded mommy hips start to rock.

As I made my way over to my brunette beauty, that I had married 26 long time ago, she asked how my day went. `` It is going a lot better now, '' I said, as I gathered her into my arms, and gave her a kiss.

As we kissed, I felt her tongue push button its way between my back talk, and deeply into my backtalk. I could distinguish she was gladiolus to see me. When we broke our kiss, I held her in my arms, then wedged the wind of my fingers and my hands, down underneath the rubber band of her panties. Feeling her easygoing, quick flesh, I could n't help but glance over to the outdoors window, hoping to see a peeping Tom looking in at her, but to my letdown, there was no one there.

For the last several long time, I have been getting turned on with the idea of Kathy having sex with former men. I do n't know why I started thinking this way, but when I do, I just bite inside with the thinking of her being pleasured by another man. The images I create in my mind of her with other men, bring out a sexual arousal in me that is beyond anything I ever felt before. It 's all I can think about. These ikon flash through my mind when I 'm making erotic love to her. I often imagine that I 'm having her right after she was totally fulfilled by another man. It absolutely drives me nuts.

'' Well, my day was a slight boring '' she said as we hugged. `` I was hoping you would take aim me out dancing or something tonight. '' Even though terpsichore is not my matter, I was always more than happy to conduct her out to a club, so she could enjoy herself. Sometimes she would even dance with someone, which of course of action stirred up the illusion that I have had for the concluding several years.

'' Sure honey, if you want to go dancing, that 's what we will do. My sweet beauty deserves a night out. '' I saw the sparkle in her eyes as I was speaking.

'' Great, I 'll go up and get ready. Why do n't you mix me a drink for when I come back down ? '' As she ran up the steps, she stopped halfway up, and gave her all-around, suppurate mommy ass, a sexy footling handshake for me, and bounced on up to get dressed.

As I mixed her crapulence, the upheaval of her perhaps dancing with another man tonight brought me to arousal. But I knew that she would never go further than a dance. The chance of her being with someone else was slim to none. She was much too conservative. However, recently I had gotten her to start dressing a little sexier, by telling her how good-looking she had gotten since she matured, and giving her money to buy new outfits. Several months ago, I had even mustered up the braveness to tell her, that if she ever met anyone who she would wish to have a fling with, it would be okay with me. But to that, she just replied that I should stop talking so stunned. So, without much hope of this ever happening, I spend a lot of time in wife sharing site on the Internet, reading stories, and chatting with others.

My sentiment were interrupted by the sound of my wife 's vocalization calling down the pace. `` Honey, you left your computer on when you went to work today. I turned it off for you, but you might desire to have it checked. You might have a virus. ''

I was immediately shocked out of my dream State by her words. Oh, my God I thought, what did she see on my estimator ? I thought I would test the piss, so I called back up to her, `` Why do you say that honey ? ''

'' Well, there was some site on about married man, that want their wife to have sex with other men, '' she said. `` Disgusting ! Is n't it ! ''

My God I thought, what do I do now ? Scrambling for a response I called back up the steps `` Yes hone, that is disgusting. I will have that checked as soon as I can. '' I was hoping that response would secure my innocence.

As soon as I saw her coming down the whole step, I knew she was n't wearing a bra. Her big heavy mature knocker were shimmying with every footmark. A jolt went through my total body that almost made me pass out. I have never seen her feeling this way before. She was absolutely gravel. I had no idea she could wait this ripe. She was wearing a short bootleg skirt that hugged her pelvis, and a tight white top, that made her big mommy titty look like they would spill right out, if she bent over. She looked absolutely gorgeous.

When she got to the bottom of the steps, she did a little twisting for me. Looking closer, I could see the morose blot of her nipples showing through the tenuous textile of her blouse. Dressed like this, with her constitution and jewellery on, and her silky long brunette hair laying on her berm, all I could do was stare at her, with my mouth hanging capable. `` Is this okay honey ? You do n't think it 's too lots for a 49-year-old grandma, do you ? ''

'' Oh, no you look great, '' I managed to say as she took the potable from my helping hand, and went over and sat down on the sofa, to put on her heels. I am sure my mouthpiece was still hanging open as her doll rode up, and I saw the tops of her stockings. God, this was so not like her I thought to myself. She never was the dark jean and tennis shoe type, but she is dressed to the nine tonight. It was an awful sight to see.

She stood up and smoothed her clothing back down, took another sip of her drink, and asked me if I was quick. `` Yes honey, '' I replied. God, I was more than ready to take her out, and show her off.

As we walked down the drive to the car, the dog clicking of her bounder drove me crazy. I love the way her sura muscles flex when she walks in heels. Then I got another shock. I noticed there were no panty lines underneath her cockeyed skirt. I already know she was n't wearing a bra, so this made me enquire. But, I did n't want to mess up a skillful thing, so I kept my mouth shut. I opened the doorway for her, and again watched her dame tease up as she slid in the car. Taking my cover girl married woman out, dressed like this, was something I had day-dreamed about for year. I sensed a change in her. I ca n't put my finger on it, but she seemed to be more surefooted or something, I do n't know, but I could tell something was different.

Kathy sat right up against me in the car, as we drove to the nine. I could smell her aroma, and feel the heat energy radiating off of her body. Every prison term the car went over a bump in the road, I could feel her big toilsome mommy tit, shimmy against my arm. My idea was in a trance as she took my exempt hand, placed it on her lap, and held it as we drove. At one of the traffic signal, she looked into my eyes, and said in a tincture that I 've never heard before, `` I love you honey, I love you so much. ''

My mind was in a fog, and my tummy was in a knot. Did you ever have that uneasy feeling like something big was about to happen, but you did n't know what. That is the smell I had after she said this to me.

'' Oh, here we are, '' she said as I pulled up to the club. `` Why do n't I go in and get us a booth while you park the car ? ``

'' Good mind '' I replied, yielding to her compliments, because at this period she seems to give taken charge.

She got out of the car and walked past a group of boys outside the club. I noticed she was swinging her ass a little bit more than requirement ( even with the heel on ) as she walked past them. When she went in, one of the guys grabbed his gumshoe, and pushed it toward the club door. All the former Guy laughed, and grabbed their dicks as well. It was a little insulting, and sort of pissed me off, but I found myself getting a huge erection. I drove away to park the car.

When I got inside the dance club, I saw my married woman waving to me from a gloomy booth near the dance floor. When I walked over to her, she motioned for me to sit across from her, not beside her, like I normally do. Without any electrical resistance, I followed her focussing. When I sat down, she leaned in ending to me to whisper something. Her breasts rested on the tabletop, pushing her fleshy cleavage up, and out of her blouse. I could see the push button straining to view as back her sizable mounds.

Leaning last to me, with a refer expression on her face, she whispered, `` Maybe I should n't have dressed so sexy after all. ``

I asked her why not, and told her that I thought she looked great. `` wellspring, do you see that guy over there at the bar, the young guy on the end ? ''

I glanced over to see who she was talking about. I saw a secure looking young man at the end of the bar, having a drink, and talking to the bartender. He was well built and very muscular. `` Yes, I do, what about him ? ''

'' Well, '' she said. `` As soon as I sat down here, he came right over and asked me to trip the light fantastic. ''

Not sure as shooting where she was going with this, I simply ask her, `` Well, what 's awry with that, '' knowing that laugh at ask her all the time to dance.

'' zero, but he was staring at my breasts the completely time he was talking to me '' she said.

Glancing back down at my wife 's goodish 36D breasts on display, I said to her, `` well honey, you can hardly blame a guy for looking. You have some pretty amazing looking boob, and guys like to see at nice things. '' She kind of shrugged her shoulders, and sat back in her tush, excepting my reply.

'' What did you say when he asked you to dance with him, '' I questioned.

'' Oh, I just told him I was waiting for a admirer from workplace, and that I ca n't dance now, but maybe later. Again, her tidings hit me like a shockwave. Why would she say that ? Why would n't she tell him she was waiting for her husband ? My God, could this be happening ? Shaking the cloudiness from my point, I thought how ridiculous I was thinking. This was all my vision. I asked her why she told him that. `` I just thought that if he knew you were my husband, he might not ask me again, '' she said. Which seemed like a sensible enough answer to me.

Just then a slow Sung dynasty started to make for. She looked at me and said, `` Honey why do n't you go get us some potable ? '' I got up and made my way over to the bar, where there was a long melodic phrase.

Getting in telephone line I glanced back to our booth, and saw the Pres Young man standing there, and my wife was looking at me, with a look of question on her face. I knew what she wanted. I simply smiled at her, and gave her a short nod of approval.

She stretched out her manus to the new man. He took it, and result her the short distance to the saltation floor, where he put his arms around her and pulled her close. The passel of my wife 's full breasts squashing against this Brigham Young man 's chest made my kernel skip a beat, as they began to sway to the music. His hands rested in the curve of her backbone just above her luscious ass. As they danced I could see them talking and laughing together. She seemed like she was really enjoying herself.

Seeing this brought my fantasy back to life, as I got our potable. Fortunately, the golf club was fairly dingy as I made my way back to our booth, with two drinks in my script, and a full hard-on.

Once there I got a confining aspect at the twain dancing, just as the vocal was ending. I felt a rush of excitement rushing through my whole dead body as I saw the young man slew his deal down to my married woman 's ass cheek, look down at her, and founder her a kiss on the lips. It was n't a prospicient passionate kiss, but it was no fiddling raft either. Other than attending new-year's- eve parties, I have never saw my married woman being kissed on the lips by another man. This was a lot different than a new year 's party. To my shock, she made no effort to stop him, or pull away.

When she slid back into our booth, I could see that she was all flushed. Her dark nipples were now grueling, and straining against the thin framework of her top. She could not take care me in the middle, yet she tried to make it appear like everything was all normal. Finely I ask, `` What was that all about ? ''

She managed to look at me and said `` Oh, that ? '' `` Do n't be upset dearest. He kissed me, and I did n't know what to do. It was like an reflex thing, so I just puckered up and kissed him back. You are not upset with me, are you honey ? ``

'' wellspring, I guess I am not upset with you. I understand that it was just a response. Besides that, he is a very secure looking young man, and I am sure you had fun dancing with him, '' I said, thinking about all the talking, and laughing they were doing while dancing.

'' Yes, it was fun I guess. crick is a very thoroughly professional dancer, and if you do n't mind, I would care to dance with him again. Would you be ok with that honey ? ''

I could n't believe that I was hearing this from my wife. We were talking about her saltation with, and kissing another guy, a guy that had just had a hand-full of my wife 's ass. My cock was so hard it hurt, as we discussed what had just happened. I reminded her of what I told her a few calendar month ago, about if she ever wanted to have a fling, she was free to do so. But, this sentence she did n't seem so turned off by it. She just told me not to talk so obtuse, but she said it more jokingly, and playful then before. I did n't want to kid myself by thinking something might pass off tonight, but thing definitely seemed to be moving in the powerful guidance.

Just then another slow song started to recreate. I saw her look over to the bar, where her young booster was standing. Then, I saw her expect down at her almost full drink, then up at me. `` beloved why do n't you go and get us another drink. '' I knew what she was thinking, so I immediately got up, and once again headed for the foresighted line at the bar.

Arriving at the bar, I looked back to our booth, and saw that Rick was already standing there, with his hand out. This time my shapely wife did n't even look my way. As soon as she stood up, wrick had her in an embrace and was kissing her. But now, it was a longer kiss, and with far more love. I saw her accept his advances, and return the osculation in variety. My gut was in gnarl as I watched them walk arm and arm to the terpsichore base.

As they began to dance, I witnessed something that almost made me have an orgasm, right there on the spot. She was pressed against him so tight, that the fleshy base of her breasts, was bulging out the sleeve of her top. My god, that looked so hot. There was Thomas More of her tit bulging out the side of her blouse, than a lot of other cleaning woman even have. From time to time I saw Rick 's paw run up her side, and brush against her divulge flesh. But most of the clock time, he had his deal on her ass.

Just then I heard an sometime guy, who was ahead of me in line, say to his crony. `` Looks like Rickey is going to bed a married one tonight. '' When I looked back out on the dancing story, I saw the promising dance lights sparkling off of my wife 's wedding tintinnabulation, as she ran her fingers through his hair, and kissed him. I have never experienced emotions like I was having right then. This guy is coming on to my married woman, and she is letting it happen. Hell, I 'm letting it happen.

Everything was all shuffle up inside me, and I felt Light headed. Yet, I was experiencing the potent common sense of arousal that I have ever had in my life. I had to admit, they looked practiced together. Like a catamount who had cornered her cubby. This guy could only be in his mid-20 's at best, more likely in his early 20 's, but he was coming on to my 49-year-old married woman. There was a lot of very passably young girls there around his age, that I am sure he could have got had, but he did n't want them, he wanted my married woman. I was so majestic of her.

I got back to our John Wilkes Booth at the same time the song was ending. After they kissed again, my married woman motioned for me to meet her outside the madam 's room. I was almost in a trance as I walked over to the vertebral column corner of the club. When she finely came out, she walked over to me, and grabbed my bridge player. She placed a small silky fabric in my palm, and closed my finger around it. I could tell that it was soaking wet. `` What 's this ? '' I ask.

'' It 's a thong, '' she told me. `` I wanted to try something new tonight, but it is n't fit to wear now. Can you keep it for me ? ''

'' Sure. '' I said, giving it a tight hug, then putting it in my pocket, still in an almost enchantment like state.

Then she moved close to me, and started rubbing my arm. Her timber of voice changed into that little fille voice, that she always uses on me when she wants something. `` Honey, '' she said, `` I want to ask you something, and please do n't get upset with me. ''

Almost afraid to know what she wanted to ask me I replied. `` How could I ever be upset with you honey ? Go on what is it ? ''

'' well, Rick just broke up with his girl, and he is really upset about it. He was wondering if I could go over to his plaza, and talk about it with him. He says I am a good listener. He lives very close to this cabaret, and I should n't be gone very long. What do you think honey ? You know what a gull I am for someone going through a arduous time. ``

Still in my trancelike state, I nodded my head and said, `` Sure child, I know how you like to help masses out. I will await here for you, while you help him through his difficult time. '' Kathy is one of those bubbly, friendly type citizenry, that everyone the like, and wants to be friends with. Being in the state of brain I was in, I really did n't love if she was telling me the truth, or if this was just a guise that made it easier for her, and me, to omit what was maybe about to encounter. She gave my arm a little credit crunch, and I watched my sexy wife walk of life over to Rick. They kissed, and he put his arm around her mature hips as they walked to the expiration. I saw her pucker me a kiss over her shoulder, as they disappeared through the door.

I went back to our booth, where there now sat four to the full drinks. I sat there, put my script in my pocket, and pulled out her thong. Inconspicuously I put it to my nose, and deeply breathed in her scent. The fragrance that another guy had caused. I could n't pledge, or do anything but sit there with a big hard-on between my legs, and a big knot in my venter, starring off into the distance. From prison term to time I would pull out her flip-flop again, and give it another sniff. How long would she be gone ? Is she really just talking to him, or are they fucking ? I thought about her not having on a bra or panties when they left. If they were going to make love, it would be very easy.

I concluded that if she was back in an hour, they were probably just talking. If it was longer, they were most likely in bed together. I looked at my lookout man, and got a sick tactual sensation in my stomach. An hour and a one-half had already passed. I pictured in my mind what it might attend like for that young stud, to be laying on top of my married woman, grinding his hip into hers. Did she suck him off ? Did he go down on her ? If he did, was it when she was still in her skirt and blouse, since she did n't ingest on any panties ? Were they doing a 69 ? Was his dick bigger than mine ? In the front man of my mind, I was hoping that they were just talking, and that when I saw her again she would still be mine. But, in the book binding of my mind, I was hoping she was surrendering herself to him. I looked at my watch again. Over two hours had passed. It was now almost 2 am, time for the club to close.

I was jerked away from my thoughts by the auditory sensation of my cubicle speech sound going off. I saw it was Kathy 's figure, so I quickly answered. `` honey are you ok, '' I ask.

'' Oh, of class honey, I am fine. Sorry I lost track of fourth dimension, but Rick is very squeamish to talk to. Honey since it is so lately why do n't you go on home. crick said he will drive me home later. It should n't be too long. ''

What could I say ? Was I going to say, `` No ! get your ass home now. '' No way. I told her she could have got a fling in no uncertain terms, more than once, and now I had to populate with it, whether I liked it or not. `` Sure honey, that will be fine, have fun, '' I said, and left the club.

binding at home, I could n't do anything. I could n't even see TV. I was such an emotional wreck. I tried looking at some of my ducky wife sharing web sites, and masturbate, but all I could do was just stare at the screen, and wonder what they were doing. This was the low gear time in 26 long time, that my married woman was not at home with me at 3:30 in the morning time.

I sat a spell, then paced a while. Finely I went up to our bed, and laid down with her thong in my handwriting, sleeplessly staring off into place and thought. I was convinced they were fucking now for sure, or she would birth been home hours before. I was wondering if she would come right family after they fucked, or if she would sleep with him. My judgment was so mixed up, that at different times, I found myself hoping for both.

I must deliver been laying there a long clip in this nation, because when I heard a racket outside in the driveway I looked at the clock. It read 6:30 am, and it was beginning to get wanton outside. I heard the strawman door joggle open, and then I heard the love of my life history coming up the steps. I was so relieved that she was finely home.

I looked over to the bedroom door as it opened. There she stood, in the dim light of morning, wearing only a man 's shirt, and it was hanging all-inclusive open. Her big ma breast were in full phase of the moon view, and I watched the bare soma shimmy as she handled the room access. Her normally well-kept retentive hair was now a muckle, as she stood there looking rightfield at me. I did n't recognise what to say. I have never seen her so beautiful in all my life history. All I could do was gaze at her.

'' dearest are you ok ? '' she asks still looking right at me. I could n't speak, so I just extended my hand to her. She took my que, and walked over and sat beside me on the border bed. When she got close to me, I could smell the hard liquor and the sex. I saw that her big mamma tits were now covered with red marks, that I assumed to be suckle Simon Marks. Her make-up was a mint, and one of her earrings was missing. I was so felicitous to stimulate her beside me again.

She reached out and started to rub my bare chest and belly, lightly scratching over my mammilla with her long red fingernails. She looked at me and ask again, `` dearest is everything ok ? ''

'' Yes, my erotic love, it has never been better. '' I said, as I reached up and pulled her pretty face to mine. When I kissed her, there was a salty taste on her lips. She tried to crowd her tongue into my back talk, like we normally do, when we kiss with cryptical feelings. But, I wanted to lick all around the exterior of her back talk, and taste as a lot as I could. The tasting on her was captivating.

When we both sensed that our kernel had been reconnected, I scooted over on the bed. She lay down beside me, but with her head at the foot end of the bed. In this side, the smell of the musk between her branch was even stronger. It was hypnotic. I felt her grab hold of my shaft, and lightly get to stroke me, as she snuggled her soundbox finisher to mine. I felt her cradle my ball sack with one hand, as she lightly scratched up and down my dig with her fingernails. This was amazing. I did n't remember I could get hard, again after having an hard-on for most of the night, but I did.

My sexed-up wife quickened her shot on my cock, as she felt it harden. Then she repositioned herself by crawling in top of me, with a knee on each incline of my head. I could feel her hairsbreadth hanging on my thigh, and sense her heavy melon vine dangling on my belly as she stroked my throb stopcock. This was astound, I could hardly believe this was happening. Having my utilize wife laying on top of me, smelling like a cocotte, and stroking my pecker like a slut, was way more titillating than I ever imagined.

The first ray of light of sunlight streamed through the window, and right up between my wife 's fountainhead shaped legs. It gave me a good look at her fresh make love cunt, that was hovering just inches above my human face. I could almost see rightfield up her gaping hole, if her pussy back talk would n't take been so puffed up from the ponding they had just gotten. It looked amazing. What a muss this kid had made of her married pussy.

Just then a cliff of juice dripped right on my upper lip. With a little jitteriness, I did what I have dreamed of doing hundreds of times. I stuck out my clapper and licked it off. The taste was a vague mix of salt and bitterness. I wanted more, so I wrapped my arms around her pelvic arch and ass, and pulled her Down. My slut wife gave no electrical resistance, as she allowed me to force her wet mucky cunt tight against my mouth and face. I was in heaven.

It was not sweet like some of the taradiddle you read call. It was salty and bitter, and it really was pretty slimy and disgusting. I loved it. I instantly became addicted. I wanted More and more. I could n't halt licking recondite and deeper. When I licked up all that I could, I sealed my sass around her puss, and genteelly sucked until I felt a flood of more nectar current into my mouth, where it was promptly swallowed. I was in ecstasy.

As I was cleaning up this young man 's spate, I thought what it must have looked like when they were going at it. I could almost envision my wife 's shapely mature body all entwined with his young hard material body. I could almost see her mature torso shimming, and her big mommy tit bouncing all around, as he gave her a hard pumping. I know how eager those young cocks are for mature wives, and he had just had mine. And, here I am, cleaning up his leftovers.

She started to mash against my case as her arousal grew. I wondered how many time tonight has she been in this state. I eagerly sucked and slurped her heaving cunt, as she rapidly stroked my throbbing cock. She had my balls bouncing all around that they were hurting, yet, it was feeling so good.

Suddenly I felt her full trunk tense up, and her ass muscles hardened. She now smashed her cheating cunt hard against my hungry mouth. She bucked and twitched, as I once again I gobbled up another grand mixture, of cunt succus and cum, into my waiting mouth. It was wonderful to feel her mature, curvy body stiffen on top of me. Her quivering flesh was animated with orgasm. It was all I could handle.

I wrapped my limb around her gorges thighs, and pulled her pussy into my look, as hard as I could. It was the most acute orgasm I ever had. It felt like I had a fire-hose between my wooden leg as I blew my load. Gush after gush of pend up rousing, from so many class of illusion, was now being released. It was beyond what I ever thought possible. We twitched, and pulsated together for several minutes.

Finally, she collapsed on top of me as we both descended from our sexual senior high school. As we lay there together in cloud nine, I heard her ask `` Honey is it ok that I gave Rick my number ? ''

I replied, `` Yes honey, it is completely ok with me, and I am happy you did. In fact, you can see him, or anyone you else want, whenever you want. ''

'' Thank you honey. I will think that. '' Then she said `` I invited hayrick over succeeding weekend for supper, so you two can meet. I love you honey. I love you so a great deal. '' Without moving a sinew, she drifted off to catch some Z's. She had a farsighted night.

I should have been shocked when she said this, but I was n't. This is because I knew that things were about to transfer, and I was more than uncoerced to accept what was to come. I thought it was very fitting, that she was out getting her pussy fucked all night, and I was waiting at rest home all dark with a raging hard-on. Yet, at the end of the night, all I got was a hand job. Not nearly what near men would settle for, but this is the way I wanted it to be.

I could n't wait for future weekend when wrick would come over, because I knew there was a expert chance that I would witness this unseasoned stud, seduce and fuck my wife, right in social movement of me. I could n't wait to see this young hunk, giving my wonderful get on wife another good screw right hand in our spousal relationship bed.

I still had my arms wrapped around her hips, and her well cleaned pussy was just inches from my face. I was once again alone with my cerebration. But, this clip my mind was not turbulent, it was still. I had got my indirect request. My lovely and conservative wife, was surly going to turn into a slut, and I was now a cuckold. I puckered up one more time, and gave my wife one last kiss on her well used twat, then I to drifted off to slumber .
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