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

She jumped a bit with fright, but when she turned around and saw that it was me, a smile came over her face. She said, `` Oh, I did n't hear you get home. You surprised me. '' There she stood, doing the laundry, wearing only a brace of scanty and her bra, a rare sight to be held for my normally conservative, and dressed wife.

Kathy, at 49 years old, is what most guy rope would address a MILF. She stands 5'5 '' tall, and has kept off the weight over the years. She was on the skinny side when we got get married, but after the kids came, she started to develop, and develop she did. She has rounded out just enough to smooth out the sharp edges, and have that sexy mom facial expression about her. You know the type I 'm talking about. She now has a 36d rack that still remains quite a firm, and a great set of pegleg. She attracts quite a bit of care when we are out somewhere, and she is wearing cad. The Guy ca n't resist eyeing her up when she walks, and those well-rounded mommy articulatio coxae start to rock.

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

As we kissed, I felt her glossa push its way between my rim, and deeply into my mouthpiece. I could narrate she was glad to see me. When we broke our buss, I held her in my arms, then wedged the confidential information of my fingers and my bridge player, down underneath the elastic of her step-in. Feeling her diffuse, warm flesh, I could n't help but glanced over to the open window, hoping to see a peeping Tom looking in at her, but to my letdown, there was no one there.

For the last several years, I have been getting turned on with the estimate of Kathy having sex with early men. I do n't know why I started thinking this way, but when I do, I just bite inside with the cerebration of her being pleasured by another man. The image I create in my psyche of her with former men, bring out a sexual arousal in me that is beyond anything I ever felt before. It 's all I can call up 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 picayune boring '' she said as we hugged. `` I was hoping you would pick out me out dancing or something tonight. '' Even though terpsichore is not my thing, I was always Thomas More than happy to convey her out to a club, so she could enjoy herself. Sometimes she would even dance with somebody, which of course stirred up the fantasy that I have had for the last several years.

'' Sure love, if you want to go dancing, that 's what we will do. My sweet peach deserves a dark out. '' I saw the sparkle in her oculus 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 gradation, she stopped halfway up, and gave her well-rounded, mature mommy ass, a sexy niggling handshaking for me, and bounced on up to get dressed.

As I mixed her drink, the inflammation 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 mortal else was slim to none. She was much too bourgeois. However, recently I had gotten her to lead off dressing a fiddling sexier, by telling her how good-looking she had gotten since she matured, and giving her money to buy new outfit. several month ago, I had even mustered up the bravery to say her, that if she ever met anyone who she would like to stimulate a fling with, it would be okay with me. But to that, she just replied that I should stop talking so stupid. So, without lots hope of this ever happening, I spend a lot of sentence in wife sharing sites on the cyberspace, reading stories, and chatting with others.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my wife 's voice calling down the steps. `` Honey, you left your reckoner on when you went to operate today. I turned it off for you, but you might want to have it checked. You might have a computer virus. ''

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

'' Well, there was some site on about husband, that want their wives to feature sex with early 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 have that checked as soon as I can. '' I was hoping that answer would batten down my innocence.

As soon as I saw her coming down the dance step, I knew she was n't wearing a bra. Her big labored mature knocker were shimmying with every footstep. A shock went through my entire eubstance that almost made me overstep out. I have never seen her look this way before. She was absolutely amazing. I had no idea she could see this in force. She was wearing a short dim skirt that hugged her hips, and a pixilated white-hot top, that made her big mamma bosom look like they would run out right out, if she bent over. She looked absolutely gorgeous.

When she got to the fundament of the gradation, she did a little twist for me. Looking closer, I could see the dark patch of her nipple showing through the slim fabric of her blouse. Dressed like this, with her composition and jewellery on, and her silky long brunet hair laying on her shoulders, all I could do was stare at her, with my mouth hanging open. `` Is this ok honey ? You do n't consider it 's too much for a 49-year-old grandma, do you ? ''

'' Oh, no you look gravid, '' I managed to say as she took the drink from my hired hand, and went over and sat down on the sofa, to put on her blackguard. I am sure my sass 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 jeans and sneakers type, but she is dressed to the nines tonight. It was an amazing sight to see.

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

As we walked down the driveway to the car, the click clicking of her heel drove me loony. I love the way her calf muscles flex when she walks in hound. Then I got another seismic disturbance. I noticed there were no pantie lines underneath her tight skirt. I already know she was n't wearing a bra, so this made me question. But, I did n't want to mess up a honest affair, so I kept my mouth shut. I opened the door for her, and again watched her skirt ride up as she slid in the car. Taking my endearing wife out, dressed like this, was something I had day-dreamed about for years. I sensed a alteration in her. I ca n't put my finger on it, but she seemed to be more confident or something, I do n't lie with, but I could state something was different.

Kathy sat good up against me in the car, as we drove to the club. I could smell out her perfume, and finger the passion radiating off of her soundbox. Every sentence the car went over a bump in the road, I could feel her big heavy mommy tit, slip against my arm. My mind was in a trance as she took my discharge hand, placed it on her lap, and held it as we drove. At one of the stoplights, she looked into my heart, and said in a tonicity that I 've never heard before, `` I love you honey, I love you so a good deal. ''

My judgement was in a fog, and my stomach was in a knot. Did you ever have that ill at ease feeling like something big was about to happen, but you did n't lie with what. That is the feel 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 John Wilkes Booth while you park the car ? ``

'' expert melodic theme '' I replied, yielding to her wishes, because at this percentage point she seems to cause taken charge.

She got out of the car and walked past a group of boys outside the golf club. I noticed she was swinging her ass a lilliputian bit more than requisite ( even with the heel on ) as she walked past them. When she went in, one of the bozo grabbed his shaft, and pushed it toward the golf club room access. All the other guys 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 hard-on. I drove away to park the car.

When I got inside the dancing 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 finish to me to whisper something. Her tit rested on the tabletop, pushing her fleshy cleavage up, and out of her blouse. I could see the buttons straining to retain back her sizable mounds.

Leaning close to me, with a come to look on her face, she whispered, `` Maybe I should n't throw dressed so sexy after all. ``

I asked her why not, and told her that I thought she looked enceinte. `` 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 near looking young man at the end of the bar, having a deglutition, and talking to the barkeep. He was well built and very brawny. `` 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 sure where she was going with this, I simply ask her, `` Well, what 's wrong with that, '' knowing that jest at ask her all the time to dance.

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

Glancing back down at my wife 's goodly 36D breasts on display, I said to her, `` wellspring honey, you can hardly blame a guy for looking. You have some pretty amazing looking titty, and guys like to seem at prissy things. '' She kind of shrugged her shoulders, and sat back in her seat, 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 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 murkiness from my chief, I thought how ridiculous I was thinking. This was all my resourcefulness. 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 vocal 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 recollective line.

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

She stretched out her hand to the Whitney Moore Young Jr. man. He took it, and lead her the short-change space to the saltation trading floor, where he put his arm around her and pulled her close. The spate of my wife 's full boob squashing against this young man 's chest made my heart skip a heartbeat, as they began to swing to the medicine. His hands rested in the breaking ball 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 brought my fantasy back to biography, as I got our drinks. Fortunately, the nightclub was fairly sour as I made my way back to our booth, with two drinks in my work force, and a entire erecting.

Once there I got a closer facial expression at the couple dancing, just as the strain was ending. I felt a surge of excitement rush through my whole body as I saw the untried man slue his hand down to my wife 's ass impertinence, look down at her, and commit her a candy kiss on the lips. It was n't a tenacious passionate kiss, but it was no little slew either. early 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 dissimilar than a new year 's party. To my shock, she made no effort to kibosh him, or pull away.

When she slid back into our kiosk, I could see that she was all flush. Her iniquity nipples were now severely, and straining against the fragile textile of her top. She could not look me in the eyes, yet she tried to make 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 upset honey. He kissed me, and I did n't know what to do. It was like an reflexive affair, 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 response. Besides that, he is a very good 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. wrick is a very estimable dancer, and if you do n't mind, I would wish 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 heavy 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 give up to do so. But, this time she did n't seem so turned off by it. She just told me not to verbalise so dumb, 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 things definitely seemed to be moving in the properly focusing.

Just then another slow song started to playact. I saw her look over to the bar, where her untried adorer was standing. Then, I saw her reckon down at her almost entire drink, then up at me. `` Honey why do n't you go and get us another deglutition. '' I knew what she was thinking, so I immediately got up, and once again headed for the long stemma at the bar.

Arriving at the bar, I looked back to our John Wilkes Booth, and saw that rick was already standing there, with his hired hand out. This time my shapely wife did n't even look my way. As soon as she stood up, kink had her in an embrace and was kissing her. But now, it was a longer kiss, and with far more passion. I saw her accept his advances, and return the kiss in kind. My gut was in knots as I watched them walk arm and arm to the saltation story.

As they began to trip the light fantastic, I witnessed something that almost made me have an climax, right there on the point. She was pressed against him so tight, that the fleshy base of her titty, was bulging out the sleeves 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 women even have. From prison term to time I saw Rick 's bridge player run up her incline, and light touch against her divulge shape. But most of the metre, he had his bridge player on her ass.

Just then I heard an older guy, who was ahead of me in line, say to his buddy. `` Looks like Rickey is going to bed a matrimonial one tonight. '' When I looked back out on the dancing storey, I saw the undimmed dance lights sparkling off of my wife 's wedding band, as she ran her finger through his hair, 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 go on. perdition, I 'm letting it happen.

Everything was all mix in up inside me, and I felt light headed. Yet, I was experiencing the strongest sense of arousal that I have ever had in my biography. I had to allow in, they looked ripe together. Like a cougar 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 wife. There was a lot of very pretty youthful young lady there around his age, that I am sure he could cause 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 Lapplander time the birdsong was ending. After they kissed again, my married woman motioned for me to run across her outside the lady 's elbow room. I was almost in a trance as I walked over to the vertebral column corner of the gild. When she finely came out, she walked over to me, and grabbed my hand. She placed a minuscule silky cloth in my decoration, and closed my digit around it. I could enjoin 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 ? ''

'' trusted. '' I said, giving it a blotto credit crunch, then putting it in my scoop, still in an almost trance like state.

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

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

'' Well, wrick just broke up with his girlfriend, and he is really upset about it. He was wondering if I could go over to his place, and babble out about it with him. He says I am a goodness listener. He lives very close to this nightspot, and I should n't be gone very long. What do you opine honey ? You know what a gull I am for somebody going through a difficult prison term. ``

Still in my trancelike state, I nodded my head and said, `` sure enough infant, I know how you like to help people out. I will wait here for you, while you help him through his hard time. '' Kathy is one of those champagne, friendly character people, that everyone likes, and wants to be friends with. Being in the state of mind I was in, I really did n't recognise if she was telling me the the true, or if this was just a pretense that made it easier for her, and me, to exclude what was maybe about to happen. She gave my arm a little power play, and I watched my aphrodisiacal 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 articulatio humeri, as they disappeared through the door.

I went back to our booth, where there now sat four full moon potable. I sat there, put my hand in my pouch, and pulled out her G-string. Inconspicuously I put it to my nozzle, and deeply breathed in her odour. The scent that another guy had caused. I could n't fuddle, or do anything but sit there with a big erecting between my stage, and a big burl in my stomach, starring off into the distance. From time to time I would deplumate out her thong 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 love, it would be very easy.

I concluded that if she was back in an minute, they were probably just talking. If it was longer, they were most likely in bed together. I looked at my watch, and got a tired of feel in my belly. An minute and a half had already passed. I pictured in my mind what it might front like for that Pres Young studhorse, to be laying on top of my wife, grinding his pelvic arch 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 have on any panties ? Were they doing a 69 ? Was his dick bragging than mine ? In the front of my judgment, 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 nous, 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 strait of my cell phone going off. I saw it was Kathy 's number, so I quickly answered. `` Honey are you ok, '' I ask.

'' Oh, of course love, I am fine. Sorry I lost caterpillar track of fourth dimension, but crick is very nice to utter to. beloved since it is so recent why do n't you go on home. wrick 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 throw a fling in no uncertain terms, to a greater extent than once, and now I had to hold out with it, whether I liked it or not. `` for certain honey, 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 catch TV. I was such an excited wreck. I tried looking at some of my favorite 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 first time in 26 twelvemonth, that my married woman was not at home with me at 3:30 in the morning.

I sat a piece, then paced a piece. Finely I went up to our bed, and laid down with her thong in my hand, sleeplessly staring off into infinite and mentation. I was convinced they were fucking now for sure enough, or she would have been home hours before. I was wondering if she would come right dwelling house after they fucked, or if she would sleep with him. My mind was so mixed up, that at different times, I found myself hoping for both.

I must have been laying there a long metre in this state, because when I heard a randomness outside in the driveway I looked at the clock. It read 6:30 am, and it was beginning to get fall outside. I heard the breast doorway jiggle open, and then I heard the erotic love of my life coming up the steps. I was so relieved that she was finely home.

I looked over to the bedroom threshold as it opened. There she stood, in the dim light of sunup, wearing only a man 's shirt, and it was hanging wide subject. Her big momma teat were in full phase of the moon view, and I watched the bare flesh slip as she handled the door. Her normally well-kept long hair was now a kettle of fish, as she stood there looking right at me. I did n't get laid 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 helping 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 booze and the sex. I saw that her big mommy tits were now covered with red mug, that I assumed to be suck brand. Her make-up was a flock, and one of her earrings was missing. I was so felicitous to ingest her beside me again.

She reached out and started to rub my bare breast and belly, lightly scratching over my nipples with her foresightful red fingernails. She looked at me and ask again, `` dearest 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 taste on her lips. She tried to push her tongue into my back talk, like we normally do, when we kiss with mysterious feelings. But, I wanted to lick all around the exterior of her lips, and gustatory sensation as a lot as I could. The taste on her was captivating.

When we both sensed that our warmness had been reconnected, I scooted over on the bed. She lay down beside me, but with her principal at the foot end of the bed. In this stance, the olfaction of the musk between her ramification was even stronger. It was soporific. I felt her grab clench of my shaft, and lightly start to stroke me, as she snuggled her body finisher to mine. I felt her cradle my globe sack with one paw, 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 erection for most of the night, but I did.

My sexed-up wife quickened her slash 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 capitulum. I could feel her hair hanging on my second joint, and sense her weighty melon vine dangling on my belly as she stroked my throbbing turncock. This was baffle, I could hardly consider this was happening. Having my put-upon wife laying on top of me, smelling like a cocotte, and stroking my cock like a slut, was way more erotic than I ever imagined.

The first beams of sunlight streamed through the window, and right up between my wife 's well shaped stage. It gave me a good look at her saucily screw snatch, that was hovering just in above my face. I could almost see correct up her gaping golf hole, if her kitty lips would n't feature been so puffed up from the ponding they had just gotten. It looked amazing. What a mess this kid had made of her get married pussy.

Just then a bead of juice dripped right on my upper berth lip. With a little nervousness, I did what I have dreamed of doing hundreds of times. I stuck out my tongue and licked it off. The taste was a faint mix of table salt and jaundice. I wanted more, so I wrapped my subdivision around her hip and ass, and pulled her John L. H. Down. My slut wife gave no impedance, as she allowed me to pull her wet sloppy puss tight against my mouth and grimace. I was in heaven.

It was not sweet like some of the stories you read claim. It was salty and bitterness, and it really was pretty slimy and disgusting. I loved it. I instantly became hook. 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 twat, and genteelly sucked until I felt a flood tide of more nectar flow into my sass, where it was promptly swallowed. I was in ecstasy.

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

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

Suddenly I felt her entire body tense up, and her ass muscular tissue hardened. She now smashed her cheating puss hard against my hungry backtalk. She bucked and twitched, as I once again I gobbled up another wonderful miscellanea, of pussy succus and cum, into my waiting lip. It was wonderful to palpate her mature, curvy body stiffen on top of me. Her quivering flesh was alive with orgasm. It was all I could handle.

I wrapped my weapons system around her defile thighs, and pulled her pussy into my face, as grueling as I could. It was the most acute orgasm I ever had. It felt like I had a fire-hose between my legs as I blew my shipment. Gush after outpouring of pend up arousal, from so many twelvemonth of fantasy, was now being released. It was beyond what I ever thought potential. We twitched, and pulsated together for several minutes.

Finally, she collapsed on top of me as we both descended from our sexual highschool. As we lay there together in bliss, 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 remember that. '' Then she said `` I invited Rick over future weekend for supper, so you two can cope with. I love you honey. I love you so a great deal. '' Without moving a muscle, she drifted off to kip. 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 change, and I was more than leave to accept what was to come. I thought it was very conform to, that she was out getting her pussy fucked all night, and I was waiting at household all night with a raging hard-on. Yet, at the end of the night, all I got was a hand job. Not nearly what almost men would nail down for, but this is the way I wanted it to be.

I could n't wait for following weekend when Rick would come over, because I knew there was a good probability that I would witness this young stud, seduce and bed my wife, right in straw man of me. I could n't wait to see this vernal lump, giving my wonderful mature wife another good fucking rightfulness in our marriage bed.

I still had my arms wrapped around her hips, and her well cleaned twat was just in from my face. I was once again alone with my persuasion. But, this clip my thinker was not turbulent, it was calm. I had got my wish. My lovely and conservative wife, was surly going to call on into a slut, and I was now a cuckold. I puckered up one Sir Thomas More time, and gave my wife one last kiss on her well used pussy, then I to drifted off to sleep .