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

She jumped a bit with affright, but when she turned around and saw that it was me, a smile came over her face. She said, `` Oh, I did n't take heed you get home. You surprised me. '' There she stood, doing the wash, wearing only a twosome of scanty and her bra, a rarefied batch to be held for my normally conservative, and decorate married woman.

Kathy, at 49 long time old, is what near guys would call a MILF. She stands 5'5 '' tall, and has kept off the system of weights over the years. She was on the skinny side of meat when we got splice, but after the Kid came, she started to develop, and develop she did. She has rounded out just enough to smooth out the precipitous edges, and have that sexy mom face about her. You know the type I 'm talking about. She now has a 36d rack that still remains quite business firm, and a keen set of legs. She attracts quite a bit of tending when we are out somewhere, and she is wearing dog. The guy ca n't resist eyeing her up when she walks, and those well-rounded mommy rosehip start to rock.

As I made my way over to my brunette knockout, that I had married 26 class 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 thrust its way between my sass, and deeply into my oral cavity. I could tell she was sword lily to see me. When we broke our kiss, I held her in my weaponry, then wedged the tips of my fingerbreadth and my hand, down underneath the elastic of her panties. Feeling her soft, ardent pulp, I could n't help but glance 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 concluding several eld, I have been getting turned on with the thought of Kathy having sex with other men. I do n't know why I started thinking this way, but when I do, I just cauterize inside with the cerebration of her being pleasured by another man. The picture I create in my mind of her with early men, bring out a sexual arousal in me that is beyond anything I ever felt before. It 's all I can cerebrate about. These images flash through my mind when I 'm making love life to her. I often imagine that I 'm having her right field after she was totally fulfilled by another man. It absolutely drives me nuts.

'' Well, my day was a little boring '' she said as we hugged. `` I was hoping you would take me out dancing or something tonight. '' Even though terpsichore is not my matter, I was always more than felicitous to take her out to a club, so she could bask herself. Sometimes she would even dance with someone, which of row stirred up the fantasy that I have had for the survive several years.

'' Sure love, if you want to go dancing, that 's what we will do. My sweet dish deserves a dark out. '' I saw the glister in her eyes as I was speaking.

'' Great, I 'll go up and get ready. Why do n't you mix me a beverage for when I come back down ? '' As she ran up the steps, she stopped halfway up, and gave her well-rounded, mature mammy ass, a sexy slight shake for me, and bounced on up to get dressed.

As I mixed her drink, the turmoil 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 prospect of her being with someone else was slight to none. She was much too conservative. However, recently I had gotten her to start dressing a trivial sexier, by telling her how fine-looking she had gotten since she matured, and giving her money to buy new outfit. respective months ago, I had even mustered up the braveness to tell her, that if she ever met anyone who she would like to have a pass with, it would be okay with me. But to that, she just replied that I should stop talking so stunned. So, without often promise of this ever happening, I spend a lot of time in wife sharing land site on the net, reading fib, and chatting with others.

My thought were interrupted by the sound of my wife 's vox calling down the steps. `` love, you left your figurer on when you went to work today. I turned it off for you, but you might desire to have it checked. You might cause a virus. ''

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

'' Well, there was some site on about husbands, that want their wife to own 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 stride `` Yes hone, that is disgusting. I will have that checked as soon as I can. '' I was hoping that reply 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 heavy mature breasts were shimmying with every step. A jolt went through my entire body that almost made me pass out. I have never seen her look this way before. She was absolutely amazing. I had no musical theme she could count this good. She was wearing a short melanise skirt that hugged her hips, and a tight bloodless top, that made her big ma breasts look like they would spill right out, if she bent over. She looked absolutely gorgeous.

When she got to the seat of the steps, she did a little spin for me. Looking closer, I could see the grim patch of her nipples showing through the thin fabric of her blouse. Dressed like this, with her make-up and jewelry on, and her silky prospicient brunette pilus laying on her shoulder, all I could do was stare at her, with my mouth hanging open. `` Is this all right love ? You do n't think it 's too much for a 49-year-old nanna, do you ? ''

'' Oh, no you look great, '' I managed to say as she took the crapulence from my deal, and went over and sat down on the lounge, to put on her hound. I am sure my mouth was still hanging open as her skirt 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 blue denim and sneakers type, but she is dressed to the niner tonight. It was an perplex visual modality to see.

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

As we walked down the driveway to the car, the click clicking of her heels drove me crazy. I love the way her calf muscles flex when she walks in heels. Then I got another jolt. I noticed there were no panty descent underneath her smashed skirt. I already know she was n't wearing a bra, so this made me wonder. But, I did n't need to mess up a ripe thing, so I kept my rima oris shut. I opened the door for her, and again watched her skirt sit up as she slid in the car. Taking my pin-up wife out, dressed like this, was something I had day-dreamed about for years. I sensed a variety in her. I ca n't put my finger on it, but she seemed to be more confident 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 golf-club. I could smell out her aroma, and find the heat radiating off of her organic structure. Every clip the car went over a bump in the road, I could feel her big heavy mamma tit, shimmy against my arm. My thinker was in a enchantment as she took my free manus, placed it on her lap, and held it as we drove. At one of the stoplight, she looked into my eyes, and said in a tone that I 've never heard before, `` I love you dearest, I love you so much. ''

My psyche was in a fog, and my belly was in a air mile. Did you ever have that queasy feeling like something big was about to happen, but you did n't know what. That is the flavour 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 stall while you park the car ? ``

'' Good idea '' I replied, yielding to her wishes, because at this peak she seems to make taken charge.

She got out of the car and walked past a mathematical group of male child outside the club. I noticed she was swinging her ass a little bit more than essential ( even with the heels on ) as she walked past them. When she went in, one of the guys grabbed his prick, and pushed it toward the club room access. All the other guys laughed, and grabbed their prick as well. It was a little insulting, and kind of pissed me off, but I found myself getting a huge hard-on. I drove away to park the car.

When I got inside the dance club, I saw my wife waving to me from a dark 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 resistance, I followed her direction. When I sat down, she leaned in close to me to whisper something. Her bosom rested on the tabletop, pushing her fleshy cleavage up, and out of her blouse. I could see the button straining to hold back her sizable mounds.

lean closing curtain to me, with a concerned looking on her case, she whispered, `` Maybe I should n't bear dressed so sexy after all. ``

I asked her why not, and told her that I thought she looked capital. `` Well, do you see that guy over there at the bar, the Thomas Young 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 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 toe. ''

Not for sure where she was going with this, I simply ask her, `` Well, what 's wrong with that, '' knowing that make fun ask her all the time to dance.

'' Nothing, but he was staring at my breasts the unit time he was talking to me '' she said.

Glancing back down at my wife 's goodish 36D breast on display, I said to her, `` wellspring honey, you can hardly charge a guy for looking. You have some pretty amazing looking tit, and guy wire like to calculate at nice thing. '' She sort of shrugged her shoulder, and sat back in her seat, excepting my reply.

'' What did you say when he asked you to trip the light fantastic toe with him, '' I questioned.

'' Oh, I just told him I was waiting for a friend from work, and that I ca n't dance now, but maybe later. Again, her words 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 overcast from my forefront, I thought how ridiculous 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 sensitive enough answer 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 drinks ? '' I got up and made my way over to the bar, where there was a long argumentation.

Getting in lineage I glanced back to our booth, and saw the Thomas Young man standing there, and my married woman was looking at me, with a look of doubtfulness on her brass. I knew what she wanted. I simply smiled at her, and gave her a short nod of blessing.

She stretched out her mitt to the unseasoned man. He took it, and lead her the short space to the dance floor, where he put his weapon system around her and pulled her close. The muckle of my married woman 's full-of-the-moon tit squashing against this Lester Willis Young man 's chest made my spirit skip a beat, as they began to rock to the euphony. His hands rested in the curve of her back 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 land my fantasy back to life history, as I got our drinks. Fortunately, the club was fairly dark as I made my way back to our booth, with two drinks in my hands, and a full erecting.

Once there I got a closer look at the twosome dance, just as the Song dynasty was ending. I felt a surge of turmoil rush through my completely dead body as I saw the young man slide his hired man down to my married woman 's ass cheek, seem down at her, and give her a kiss on the lips. It was n't a hanker passionate kiss, but it was no little peck either. early than attending new-year's- eve party, I have never saw my wife being kissed on the sass by another man. This was a lot different than a new year 's party. To my shock, she made no effort to lay off him, or rive away.

When she slid back into our kiosk, I could see that she was all red-faced. Her dark nipples were now backbreaking, and straining against the thin fabric of her top. She could not look me in the middle, yet she tried to produce it seem 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 turnover honey. He kissed me, and I did n't experience what to do. It was like an automatic matter, so I just puckered up and kissed him back. You are not upset with me, are you honey ? ``

'' well, I guess I am not upset with you. I understand that it was just a reaction. Besides that, he is a very practiced looking youthful man, and I am sure as shooting 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 in force dancer, and if you do n't beware, I would like to trip the light fantastic toe with him again. Would you be ok with that honey ? ''

I could n't consider 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 have a go, she was costless to do so. But, this sentence she did n't seem so turned off by it. She just told me not to talk so dense, but she said it more jokingly, and playful then before. I did n't desire to kid myself by thinking something might happen tonight, but things definitely seemed to be moving in the right direction.

Just then another slow song started to flirt. I saw her look over to the bar, where her youth admirer was standing. Then, I saw her look down at her almost fully boozing, then up at me. `` honey why do n't you go and get us another potable. '' I knew what she was thinking, so I immediately got up, and once again headed for the yearn 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 married woman 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 cacoethes. I saw her take over his rise, and return the kiss in kind. My gut was in burl as I watched them walk arm and arm to the dancing storey.

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 fleshy understructure of her breast, was bulging out the arm of her top. My god, that looked so hot. There was to a greater extent of her tit bulging out the face of her blouse, than a lot of other charwoman even have. From metre to clip I saw crick 's hand run up her side, and skirmish against her exposed physique. But most of the time, he had his helping hand on her ass.

Just then I heard an previous guy, who was ahead of me in logical argument, say to his buddy. `` Looks like Rickey is going to bed a tie one tonight. '' When I looked back out on the dance floor, I saw the undimmed dancing lightness sparkling off of my married woman 's wedding ring, as she ran her fingers through his hair's-breadth, 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 materialise. Hell, I 'm letting it happen.

Everything was all mixed up inside me, and I felt light headed. Yet, I was experiencing the secure sense of foreplay that I have ever had in my life. I had to admit, they looked serious together. Like a cougar who had cornered her cubby. This guy could only be in his mid-20 's at best, more potential in his too soon 20 's, but he was coming on to my 49-year-old wife. There was a lot of very pretty young missy there around his age, that I am sure he could have had, but he did n't want them, he wanted my wife. I was so proud of her.

I got back to our cubicle at the Same time the song was ending. After they kissed again, my wife motioned for me to meet her outside the Lady 's elbow room. I was almost in a enchantment as I walked over to the bet on corner of the clubhouse. When she finely came out, she walked over to me, and grabbed my hired hand. She placed a small silky material in my ribbon, and closed my fingers around it. I could state 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 don now. Can you keep open it for me ? ''

'' trusted. '' I said, giving it a compressed squeeze, then putting it in my pocket, still in an almost trance like state.

Then she moved close to me, and started rubbing my arm. Her step of part changed into that little little girl vocalization, that she always uses on me when she wants something. `` love, '' 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 upset about it. He was wondering if I could go over to his lieu, and talk about it with him. He says I am a good auditor. He lives very close to this club, and I should n't be gone very long. What do you think honey ? You know what a sucker I am for someone going through a hard metre. ``

Still in my trancelike country, I nodded my head and said, `` sure as shooting baby, I know how you like to help oneself people out. I will wait here for you, while you help him through his difficult clock time. '' Kathy is one of those bubbly, well-disposed type people, that everyone the likes of, and wants to be friends with. Being in the land of head I was in, I really did n't have it away if she was telling me the truth, or if this was just a pretense that made it easier for her, and me, to except what was maybe about to happen. She gave my arm a little wring, 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 expiration. I saw her pucker me a kiss over her articulatio humeri, as they disappeared through the door.

I went back to our booth, where there now sat four wide-cut drinks. I sat there, put my handwriting in my pocket, and pulled out her flip-flop. Inconspicuously I put it to my olfactory organ, and deeply breathed in her smell. The scent that another guy had caused. I could n't imbibe, 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 thong again, and pay 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 step-in when they left. If they were going to fuck, 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 sick tactile sensation in my tum. An 60 minutes and a one-half had already passed. I pictured in my nous what it might reckon like for that young stud, to be laying on top of my married woman, 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 chick and blouse, since she did n't cause on any panties ? Were they doing a 69 ? Was his dick bigger than mine ? In the battlefront 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 back of my creative thinker, 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 intellection by the sound of my cell phone going off. I saw it was Kathy 's telephone number, so I quickly answered. `` Honey are you ok, '' I ask.

'' Oh, of trend honey, I am fine. Sorry I lost track of time, but Rick is very Nice to talk to. beloved since it is so late why do n't you go on home plate. Rick said he will drive me rest 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 hold a pass in no unsettled full term, to a greater extent than once, and now I had to live with it, whether I liked it or not. `` Sure dearest, that will be fine, have fun, '' I said, and left the club.

vertebral column at menage, I could n't do anything. I could n't even watch TV. I was such an worked up shipwreck. I tried looking at some of my favorite wife sharing web website, and masturbate, but all I could do was just stare at the screen, and wonder what they were doing. This was the commencement time in 26 years, that my married woman was not at home with me at 3:30 in the morning.

I sat a patch, then paced a while. Finely I went up to our bed, and laid down with her thong in my hand, sleeplessly staring off into distance and thought. I was convinced they were fucking now for surely, or she would have been home time of day before. I was wondering if she would come right home after they fucked, or if she would sleep with him. My creative thinker was so mixed up, that at different times, I found myself hoping for both.

I must have been laying there a long time in this state, because when I heard a noise outside in the private road I looked at the clock. It read 6:30 am, and it was beginning to get light outside. I heard the front threshold jiggle open, and then I heard the dearest of my life story coming up the steps. I was so relieved that she was finely home.

I looked over to the sleeping accommodation room access as it opened. There she stood, in the dim light of morning, wearing only a man 's shirt, and it was hanging encompassing capable. Her big momma mamilla were in full scene, and I watched the bare material body shift as she handled the door. Her normally trim yearn hair was now a quite a little, as she stood there looking right at me. I did n't know what to say. I have never seen her so beautiful in all my lifespan. All I could do was stare at her.

'' beloved are you ok ? '' she asks still looking right at me. I could n't verbalize, so I just extended my hired hand to her. She took my que, and walked over and sat beside me on the sharpness bed. When she got close to me, I could sense the booze and the sex. I saw that her big mom tits were now covered with red marks, that I assumed to be give suck marks. Her war paint was a mess, and one of her earrings was missing. I was so happy to bear her beside me again.

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

'' Yes, my 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 predilection on her lips. She tried to campaign her lingua into my oral fissure, like we normally do, when we kiss with deep notion. But, I wanted to lick all around the outside of her lips, and taste as much as I could. The gustatory modality on her was captivating.

When we both sensed that our nitty-gritty had been reconnected, I scooted over on the bed. She lay down beside me, but with her head teacher at the foot end of the bed. In this posture, the smell of the musk between her ramification was even stronger. It was spellbinding. I felt her grab hold of my dig, and lightly begin to stroke me, as she snuggled her body closer to mine. I felt her cradle my glob sack with one hand, as she lightly scratched up and down my ray of light with her fingernails. This was amazing. I did n't think I could get hard, again after having an erection for most of the night, 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 my head. I could finger her hair hanging on my thigh, and feel her heavy melon vine dangling on my belly as she stroked my pounding rooster. This was amazing, I could hardly believe this was happening. Having my utilise married woman laying on top of me, smelling like a whore, and stroking my prick like a slut, was way more erotic than I ever imagined.

The start beams of sunlight streamed through the window, and right up between my married woman 's wellspring shaped legs. It gave me a good look at her freshly fucked twat, that was hovering just inches above my face. I could almost see decent up her breach hollow, if her purulent brim would n't have been so puffed up from the ponding they had just gotten. It looked amazing. What a good deal this kid had made of her married pussy.

Just then a driblet of juice dripped right on my upper lip. With a niggling nervousness, I did what I have dreamed of doing hundreds of times. I stuck out my glossa and licked it off. The taste was a fainthearted mix of saltiness and bitterness. I wanted more, so I wrapped my sleeve around her hip joint and ass, and pulled her down. My slut wife gave no resistance, as she allowed me to deplume her wet marshy slit tight against my mouth and face. I was in heaven.

It was not fresh like some of the stories you read claim. It was salty and bitter, and it really was pretty vile and disgusting. I loved it. I instantly became hook. I wanted Sir Thomas More and more. I could n't hold on licking cryptical and deeper. When I licked up all that I could, I sealed my back talk around her puss, and genteelly sucked until I felt a flowage of more ambrosia flow into my backtalk, where it was promptly swallowed. I was in disco biscuit.

As I was cleaning up this young man 's jam, I thought what it must feature looked like when they were going at it. I could almost visualise my wife 's shapely mature soundbox all entwined with his new punishing pulp. I could almost see her mature body shimming, and her big mama mammilla bouncing all around, as he gave her a severe pumping. I know how aegir those young cocks are for maturate married woman, and he had just had mine. And, here I am, cleaning up his leftovers.

She started to toil against my aspect as her arousal grew. I wondered how many multiplication tonight has she been in this state. I eagerly sucked and slurped her heaving bitch, as she rapidly stroked my throbbing prick. She had my testicle bouncing all around that they were hurting, yet, it was feeling so good.

Suddenly I felt her intact organic structure tense up, and her ass muscles hardened. She now smashed her cheating twat hard against my hungry mouthpiece. She bucked and twitched, as I once again I gobbled up another wonderful mixture, of pussy succus and cum, into my waiting oral cavity. It was wonderful to feel her mature, curvy body stiffen on top of me. Her quivering flesh was alive with coming. It was all I could handle.

I wrapped my sleeve around her gorges thighs, and pulled her pussy into my aspect, as hard as I could. It was the most acute coming I ever had. It felt like I had a fire-hose between my branch as I blew my load. gush after outburst of pend up arousal, from so many years of fancy, was now being released. It was beyond what I ever thought possible. We twitched, and pulsated together for respective minute.

Finally, she collapsed on top of me as we both descended from our sexual high. As we lay there together in bliss, I heard her ask `` beloved is it ok that I gave wrick my turn ? ''

I replied, `` Yes beloved, 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 retrieve that. '' Then she said `` I invited haystack over next weekend for supper, so you two can conform to. I love you honey. I love you so often. '' 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 thing were about to change, and I was more than willing to take over what was to make out. I thought it was very meet, that she was out getting her pussycat fucked all night, and I was waiting at home all Nox with a raging hard-on. Yet, at the end of the night, all I got was a hand job. Not nearly what to the highest degree men would nail down for, but this is the way I wanted it to be.

I could n't wait for next weekend when Rick would issue forth over, because I knew there was a undecomposed probability that I would witness this young stud, seduce and sleep with my wife, right in front of me. I could n't wait to see this young lump, giving my wonderful mature wife another upright shag right in our man and wife bed.

I still had my arms wrapped around her pelvis, and her well cleaned pussy was just inches from my face. I was once again alone with my thoughts. But, this time my mind was not turbulent, it was calm. I had got my wish. My lovely and button-down wife, was surly going to plough into a slut, and I was now a cuckold. I puckered up one more time, and gave my wife one last kiss on her fountainhead used pussy, then I to drifted off to sleep .