It must give birth been about 7 PM when I walked in the doorway. My job had kept me a little foresightful than normal, and the Friday night traffic was imposable. I must have startled her when I called out, `` Hi honey, I 'm home. ''

She jumped a bit with scare, but when she turned around and saw that it was me, a grin came over her expression. She said, `` Oh, I did n't hear you get dwelling house. You surprised me. '' There she stood, doing the dry wash, wearing only a pair of panty and her bra, a rare sight to be held for my normally conservative, and appareled wife.

Kathy, at 49 long time old, is what well-nigh guys would prognosticate a MILF. She stands 5'5 '' tall, and has kept off the weight over the days. She was on the skinny side when we got married, but after the kids came, she started to train, and modernize she did. She has rounded out just enough to polish out the sharp edges, and have that sexy mom look about her. You know the type I 'm talking about. She now has a 36d rack that still remains rather firm, and a capital set of wooden leg. She attracts quite a bit of tending when we are out somewhere, and she is wearing heels. The Guy ca n't resist eyeing her up when she walks, and those all-around mommy hips start to rock.

As I made my way over to my brunette peach, that I had married 26 year 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 lingua push its way between my sassing, and deeply into my mouth. I could state she was glad to see me. When we broke our kiss, I held her in my arms, then wedged the tips of my fingers and my men, down underneath the elastic of her panties. Feeling her soft, warm soma, I could n't avail but glint over to the open window, hoping to see a peeping Tom looking in at her, but to my disappointment, 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 other men. I do n't know why I started thinking this way, but when I do, I just glow inside with the thought of her being pleasured by another man. The icon 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 images flash through my mind when I 'm making 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 little oil production '' she said as we hugged. `` I was hoping you would take me out dancing or something tonight. '' Even though dancing is not my matter, I was always more than happy to assume her out to a club, so she could relish herself. Sometimes she would even dance with someone, which of grade stirred up the fantasy that I have had for the finally respective years.

'' Sure honey, if you want to go terpsichore, that 's what we will do. My honeyed smasher deserves a night out. '' I saw the sparkle in her heart as I was speaking.

'' Great, I 'll go up and get set up. 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 well-rounded, suppurate mommy ass, a sexy little milk shake for me, and bounced on up to get dressed.

As I mixed her drink, 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 dancing. The chance of her being with someone else was reduce to none. She was much too conservative. However, recently I had gotten her to set forth dressing a little sexier, by telling her how handsome she had gotten since she matured, and giving her money to buy new outfits. various months ago, I had even mustered up the courageousness to separate her, that if she ever met anyone who she would like to have a spree with, it would be okay with me. But to that, she just replied that I should lay off talking so stunned. So, without practically Bob Hope of this ever happening, I spend a lot of time in wife sharing situation on the Internet, reading stories, and chatting with others.

My view were interrupted by the sound of my married woman 's representative calling down the steps. `` dear, you left your computer on when you went to work today. I turned it off for you, but you might need to sustain it checked. You might have a virus. ''

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

'' Well, there was some site on about husbands, that want their wives 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 reply I called back up the steps `` Yes hone, that is disgusting. I will give birth 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 steps, I knew she was n't wearing a bra. Her big overweight mature chest were shimmying with every gradation. A saccade went through my entire body that almost made me pass out. I have never seen her look this way before. She was absolutely bewilder. I had no idea she could look this good. She was wearing a unretentive black skirt that hugged her coxa, and a fast white top, that made her big mammy breasts look like they would spill right out, if she bent over. She looked absolutely gorgeous.

When she got to the bottom of the stride, she did a little spin for me. Looking closer, I could see the colored speckle of her nipples showing through the melt off fabric of her blouse. Dressed like this, with her make-up and jewelry on, and her silky tenacious brunet pilus laying on her berm, all I could do was stare at her, with my mouth hanging open. `` Is this okay honey ? You do n't recall it 's too much for a 49-year-old grandma, do you ? ''

'' Oh, no you look great, '' I managed to say as she took the crapulence from my hand, and went over and sat down on the lounge, to put on her heels. I am sure my rima oris was still hanging unresolved as her dame rode up, and I saw the superlative of her stockings. God, this was so not like her I thought to myself. She never was the aristocratic jeans and sneakers type, but she is dressed to the nines tonight. It was an amaze sight to see.

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

As we walked down the driveway to the car, the clink clicking of her heels beat back me crazy. I love the way her calfskin muscularity flex when she walks in bounder. Then I got another shock. I noticed there were no panty credit line underneath her tight skirt. I already know she was n't wearing a bra, so this made me wonder. But, I did n't want to mess up up a good thing, so I kept my mouth shut. I opened the door for her, and again watched her skirt tantalize up as she slid in the car. Taking my lovely wife out, dressed like this, was something I had day-dreamed about for long time. I sensed a change in her. I ca n't put my fingerbreadth on it, but she seemed to be more positive or something, I do n't know, but I could evidence something was different.

Kathy sat aright up against me in the car, as we drove to the night club. I could smell her aroma, and finger the heat radiating off of her dead body. Every clock time the car went over a bump in the road, I could feel her big toilsome mommy tit, shift against my arm. My head was in a spell as she took my complimentary manus, placed it on her lap, and held it as we drove. At one of the stoplights, she looked into my centre, and said in a tone that I 've never heard before, `` I love you honey, I love you so much. ''

My mind was in a fog, and my stomach was in a mi. Did you ever have that uneasy smell like something big was about to hap, but you did n't roll in the hay what. That is the touch sensation 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 regard, because at this point she seems to have taken charge.

She got out of the car and walked past a chemical group of boys outside the club. I noticed she was swinging her ass a small bit more than essential ( even with the hound on ) as she walked past them. When she went in, one of the Guy grabbed his pecker, and pushed it toward the nine doorway. All the other guy laughed, and grabbed their cock as well. It was a piffling insulting, and sorting 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 lodge, I saw my married woman waving to me from a dark stall near the terpsichore 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 resistance, I followed her focus. When I sat down, she leaned in conclusion 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 button straining to hold back her ample mounds.

inclination close to me, with a have-to doe with look on her face, she whispered, `` Maybe I should n't bear dressed so aphrodisiacal after all. ``

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

I glanced over to see who she was talking about. I saw a skillful looking young man at the end of the bar, having a drink, and talking to the barman. 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 dance. ''

Not surely where she was going with this, I simply ask her, `` Well, what 's wrong with that, '' knowing that guys ask her all the prison term to dance.

'' zilch, 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 find fault a guy for looking. You have some pretty amazing looking breasts, and guy rope like to look at overnice things. '' She kind of shrugged her shoulder, and sat back in her rear end, 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 friend from work, and that I ca n't trip the light fantastic toe now, but maybe later. Again, her watchword hit me like a shockwave. Why would she say that ? Why would n't she secern him she was waiting for her hubby ? My God, could this be happening ? Shaking the cloudiness from my school principal, I thought how derisory I was thinking. This was all my imagination. 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 resolution to me.

Just then a slow song started to play. She looked at me and said, `` dear why do n't you go get us some drink ? '' I got up and made my way over to the bar, where there was a retentive melody.

Getting in short letter I glanced back to our cubicle, and saw the young man standing there, and my wife was looking at me, with a look of dubiousness 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 deal to the young man. He took it, and pass her the short distance to the saltation floor, where he put his arms around her and pulled her close. The sight of my wife 's full knocker squashing against this immature man 's chest made my marrow skip a beat, as they began to sway to the music. His hands rested in the curved shape of her cover just above her toothsome ass. As they danced I could see them talking and laughing together. She seemed like she was really enjoying herself.

Seeing this take my fantasy back to sprightliness, as I got our drinks. Fortunately, the golf-club was fairly dark as I made my way back to our booth, with two drinkable in my manus, and a good erecting.

Once there I got a closer look at the yoke saltation, just as the Song was ending. I felt a upsurge of excitement thrill through my whole body as I saw the young man skid his hand down to my married woman 's ass impudence, wait down at her, and impart her a kiss on the lips. It was n't a foresightful passionate kiss, but it was no little sight either. Other than attending new-year's- eve parties, I have never saw my wife being kissed on the lips by another man. This was a lot unlike than a new year 's party. To my impact, she made no effort to hold on him, or pull away.

When she slid back into our booth, I could see that she was all redden. Her dark nipples were now hard, and straining against the thin fabric of her top. She could not look me in the eyes, yet she tried to make it seem like everything was all convention. Finely I ask, `` What was that all about ? ''

She managed to look at me and said `` Oh, that ? '' `` Do n't be upset honey. He kissed me, and I did n't sleep with what to do. It was like an machinelike 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 chemical reaction. Besides that, he is a very respectable 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. Rick is a very good 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 dancing 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 month ago, about if she ever wanted to let a pass, she was free to do so. But, this time she did n't look so turned off by it. She just told me not to talk so dumb, but she said it more jokingly, and playful then before. I did n't require to kid myself by thinking something might happen tonight, but things definitely seemed to be moving in the right direction.

Just then another slow call started to play. I saw her look over to the bar, where her immature admirer was standing. Then, I saw her look down at her almost replete beverage, then up at me. `` dearest 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 farseeing communication channel 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, Rick had her in an embrace and was kissing her. But now, it was a longer kiss, and with far more love. I saw her take over his advances, and reelect the candy kiss in kind. My gut was in naut mi as I watched them take the air arm and arm to the terpsichore floor.

As they began to dance, I witnessed something that almost made me have an coming, right there on the spot. She was pressed against him so tight, that the heavy base of her chest, was bulging out the sleeve of her top. My god, that looked so hot. There was more of her tit bulging out the side of her blouse, than a lot of other woman even have. From time to time I saw rick 's hand run up her side, and brush against her exposed frame. But most of the sentence, he had his deal on her ass.

Just then I heard an elder guy, who was ahead of me in phone line, say to his brother. `` Looks like Rickey is going to bed a married one tonight. '' When I looked back out on the saltation story, I saw the vivid terpsichore lights sparkling off of my married woman 's nuptials ring, as she ran her finger through his pilus, and kissed him. I have never experienced emotions like I was having right then. This guy is coming on to my wife, and she is letting it find. Hell, I 'm letting it happen.

Everything was all mixed up inside me, and I felt luminosity headed. Yet, I was experiencing the strongest sense of foreplay that I have ever had in my life. I had to hold, they looked good together. Like a mountain lion who had cornered her cubby. This guy could only be in his mid-20 's at best, more probable in his too soon 20 's, but he was coming on to my 49-year-old wife. There was a lot of very middling untested girls there around his age, that I am sure he could have had, but he did n't need them, he wanted my wife. I was so proud of her.

I got back to our stall at the Lapp time the song was ending. After they kissed again, my married woman motioned for me to meet her outside the lady 's way. I was almost in a trance as I walked over to the rearward recession of the society. When she finely came out, she walked over to me, and grabbed my hand. She placed a small silky material in my palm, and closed my fingerbreadth around it. I could evidence 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 endure now. Can you go on it for me ? ''

'' sure enough. '' I said, giving it a tight squeeze, 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 note of spokesperson changed into that short girl interpreter, that she always uses on me when she wants something. `` beloved, '' she said, `` I want to ask you something, and delight 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 girlfriend, and he is really overturned about it. He was wondering if I could go over to his place, and talk about it with him. He says I am a good auditor. He lives very close to this society, and I should n't be gone very long. What do you believe honey ? You know what a sucker I am for mortal going through a heavy time. ``

Still in my trancelike state, I nodded my brain and said, `` certainly baby, I know how you like to assist masses out. I will wait here for you, while you help him through his difficult time. '' Kathy is one of those champagne, friendly character masses, that everyone the like, and wants to be friends with. Being in the state of mind I was in, I really did n't love if she was telling me the Sojourner Truth, or if this was just a pretext that made it easy for her, and me, to exclude what was maybe about to encounter. She gave my arm a niggling squeezing, and I watched my sexy wife walk over to Rick. They kissed, and he put his arm around her mature hips as they walked to the exit. I saw her pucker me a buss over her shoulder, as they disappeared through the door.

I went back to our booth, where there now sat four full drinks. I sat there, put my hand in my pouch, and pulled out her thong. Inconspicuously I put it to my nozzle, and deeply breathed in her scent. The aroma that another guy had caused. I could n't drink, or do anything but sit there with a big erection between my legs, and a big knot in my stomach, starring off into the distance. From time to time I would pull out her G-string again, and founder 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 roll in the hay, 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 watch, and got a barf spirit in my stomach. An minute and a half had already passed. I pictured in my psyche what it might look like for that young stud, to be laying on top of my wife, grinding his pelvis 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 let on any scanty ? Were they doing a 69 ? Was his pecker bigger than mine ? In the front of my brain, I was hoping that they were just talking, and that when I saw her again she would still be mine. But, in the back of my mind, I was hoping she was surrendering herself to him. I looked at my watch again. Over two hr had passed. It was now almost 2 am, time for the club to close.

I was jerked away from my idea by the auditory sensation of my jail cell phone going off. I saw it was Kathy 's phone number, so I quickly answered. `` Honey are you ok, '' I ask.

'' Oh, of course honey, I am finely. Sorry I lost runway of time, but Rick is very nice to talk to. honey since it is so late why do n't you go on home. kink said he will tug 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 sustain a crack in no uncertain condition, more than than once, and now I had to live with it, whether I liked it or not. `` certainly beloved, that will be fine, have fun, '' I said, and left the club.

Back at home, I could n't do anything. I could n't even watch TV. I was such an emotional wreck. I tried looking at some of my favourite married woman sharing web internet site, and masturbate, but all I could do was just stare at the screen, and wonder what they were doing. This was the first time in 26 years, that my wife was not at home with me at 3:30 in the morning.

I sat a while, then paced a while. Finely I went up to our bed, and laid down with her flip-flop in my script, sleeplessly staring off into space and thinking. I was convinced they were fucking now for sure, or she would experience been home time of day before. I was wondering if she would come up properly dwelling after they fucked, or if she would log Z's with him. My creative thinker was so commingle up, that at dissimilar times, I found myself hoping for both.

I must have been laying there a farsighted time in this res publica, because when I heard a stochasticity outside in the driveway I looked at the clock. It read 6:30 am, and it was beginning to get luminousness outside. I heard the social movement door jiggle open, and then I heard the love of my life sentence coming up the footfall. I was so relieved that she was finely home.

I looked over to the bedroom doorway as it opened. There she stood, in the dim light of morning, wearing only a man 's shirt, and it was hanging wide heart-to-heart. Her big ma tits were in to the full view, and I watched the bare pulp slip as she handled the doorway. Her normally well-kept tenacious tomentum was now a mess, as she stood there looking right wing at me. I did n't make love what to say. I have never seen her so beautiful in all my life. All I could do was stare at her.

'' Honey are you ok ? '' she asks still looking right at me. I could n't speak, so I just extended my paw to her. She took my que, and walked over and sat beside me on the edge bed. When she got close to me, I could smell the booze and the sex. I saw that her big mommy titty were now covered with red chump, that I assumed to be wet-nurse marks. Her make-up was a batch, and one of her earrings was missing. I was so well-chosen to have her beside me again.

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

'' Yes, my dear, it has never been better. '' I said, as I reached up and pulled her pretty facial expression to mine. When I kissed her, there was a salty taste on her lip. She tried to push her tongue into my mouth, like we normally do, when we kiss with deep feelings. But, I wanted to lick all around the outside of her lips, and taste as lots as I could. The mouthful on her was captivating.

When we both sensed that our warmheartedness 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 position, the smelling of the musk between her legs was even secure. It was soporific. I felt her grab hold of my peter, and lightly begin to stroke me, as she snuggled her torso closer to mine. I felt her cradle my testicle sack with one hand, as she lightly scratched up and down my shaft with her fingernails. This was amazing. I did n't think I could get hard, again after having an erecting for most of the Nox, but I did.

My sexed-up wife quickened her strokes on my cock, as she felt it harden. Then she repositioned herself by crawling in top of me, with a knee on each side of meat of my head. I could feel her hair hanging on my second joint, and feel her enceinte melons dangling on my belly as she stroked my throb hammer. This was amazing, I could hardly believe this was happening. Having my expend wife laying on top of me, smelling like a lady of pleasure, and stroking my cock like a slut, was way more erotic than I ever imagined.

The first shaft of sunlight streamed through the window, and right up between my wife 's well shaped legs. It gave me a near aspect at her freshly get it on pussy, that was hovering just inch above my face. I could almost see powerful up her yaw hole, if her slit lips would n't sustain been so puff up from the ponding they had just gotten. It looked amazing. What a mess this kid had made of her married pussy.

Just then a drop of succus dripped right on my upper lip. With a little nervousness, I did what I have dreamed of doing C of multiplication. I stuck out my knife and licked it off. The taste was a conk mix of salt and bitterness. I wanted more, so I wrapped my subdivision around her coxa and ass, and pulled her down. My slut wife gave no resistance, as she allowed me to draw in her wet sloppy cunt tight against my sass and font. I was in heaven.

It was not sweet like some of the news report you read claim. 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 stop licking deeper and deeper. When I licked up all that I could, I sealed my sassing around her kitty, and genteelly sucked until I felt a flood of more ambrosia flow into my mouth, where it was promptly swallowed. I was in ecstasy.

As I was cleaning up this young man 's mess, I thought what it must have looked like when they were going at it. I could almost show my wife 's shapely mature body all entwined with his Lester Willis Young hard figure. I could almost see her mature consistence shimming, and her big mammy tits bouncing all around, as he gave her a difficult pumping. I know how tidal bore those young stopcock are for mature wives, and he had just had mine. And, here I am, cleaning up his leftovers.

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

Suddenly I felt her integral consistence 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 wonderful mixture, of pussy juice and cum, into my waiting mouth. It was wonderful to palpate her mature, curvy torso stiffen on top of me. Her quivering flesh was alive with sexual climax. It was all I could handle.

I wrapped my weapons system around her gorges thighs, and pulled her pussy into my face, as hard as I could. It was the most vivid orgasm I ever had. It felt like I had a fire-hose between my stage as I blew my consignment. ebullition after blowup of pend up foreplay, from so many years of fantasy, 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 bliss, I heard her ask `` beloved is it ok that I gave Rick my issue ? ''

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

'' Thank you honey. I will think of that. '' Then she said `` I invited Rick over next weekend for supper, so you two can meet. I love you honey. I love you so much. '' Without moving a muscleman, she drifted off to sleep. She had a long 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 exchange, and I was more than willing to accept what was to follow. I thought it was very accommodate, that she was out getting her pussy fucked all night, and I was waiting at home all night with a raging hard-on. Yet, at the end of the night, all I got was a hand job. Not nearly what about men would settle for, but this is the way I wanted it to be.

I could n't hold back for side by side weekend when crick would come over, because I knew there was a near fortune that I would witness this young rivet, seduce and fuck my wife, right in front of me. I could n't wait to see this Loretta Young hunk, giving my fantastic mature wife another good screwing right hand in our marriage bed.

I still had my arm wrapped around her hip joint, and her fountainhead cleaned pussy was just column inch from my face. I was once again alone with my thoughts. But, this time my mind was not roiling, it was calm. I had got my wish. My lovely and conservative wife, was surly going to change by reversal into a strumpet, and I was now a cuckold. I puckered up one to a greater extent time, and gave my married woman one conclusion kiss on her well used pussycat, then I to drifted off to sleep .