It must have got been about 7 PM when I walked in the door. My job had kept me a little recollective than normal, and the Fri night dealings was imposable. I must have startled her when I called out, `` Hi beloved, I 'm abode. ''

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

Kathy, at 49 years old, is what well-nigh hombre would scream a MILF. She stands 5'5 '' tall, and has kept off the weight over the years. She was on the close side when we got tie, but after the kids came, she started to originate, and develop she did. She has rounded out just enough to smooth 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 quite firm, and a great set of legs. She attracts quite a bit of attention when we are out somewhere, and she is wearing heels. The guy ca n't balk 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 years ago, she asked how my day went. `` It is going a lot better now, '' I said, as I gathered her into my sleeve, and gave her a kiss.

As we kissed, I felt her lingua button its way between my lips, and deeply into my mouth. I could secern she was glad to see me. When we broke our kiss, I held her in my arms, then wedged the crest of my fingers and my hands, down underneath the elastic of her pantie. Feeling her mild, warm chassis, I could n't help oneself but peek over to the outdoors window, hoping to see a peeping Tom looking in at her, but to my dashing hopes, there was no one there.

For the last various years, I have been getting turned on with the theme of Kathy having sex with former men. I do n't screw why I started thinking this way, but when I do, I just burn inside with the sentiment of her being pleasured by another man. The image I create in my brain 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 think about. These images flash through my mind when I 'm making dear to her. I often imagine that I 'm having her rightfield after she was totally fulfilled by another man. It absolutely drives me nuts.

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

'' Sure dear, if you want to go saltation, that 's what we will do. My sweet beauty deserves a Nox 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 drinkable for when I come back down ? '' As she ran up the dance step, she stopped halfway up, and gave her all-around, mature mommy ass, a sexy niggling handshaking for me, and bounced on up to get dressed.

As I mixed her drink, the excitement of her perhaps dancing with another man tonight brought me to arousal. But I knew that she would never go further than a terpsichore. The hazard of her being with person else was slim to none. She was much too conservative. However, recently I had gotten her to start dressing a petty sexier, by telling her how better-looking she had gotten since she matured, and giving her money to buy new turnout. respective months ago, I had even mustered up the courage to severalize her, that if she ever met anyone who she would like to throw 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 clip in wife sharing sites on the cyberspace, reading stories, and chatting with others.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my wife 's vox calling down the steps. `` Honey, you left your estimator on when you went to forge today. I turned it off for you, but you might require to deliver 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 computing machine ? I thought I would test the amnionic fluid, so I called back up to her, `` Why do you say that honey ? ''

'' Well, there was some site on about husbands, that want their wives to consume 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 measure `` 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 stair, I knew she was n't wearing a bra. Her big heavy mature breasts were shimmying with every footstep. A jerk went through my stallion trunk that almost made me pass out. I have never seen her look this way before. She was absolutely amazing. I had no idea she could bet this good. She was wearing a short circuit black skirt that hugged her pelvic girdle, and a cockeyed snowy top, that made her big mummy breasts look like they would run out right out, if she bent over. She looked absolutely gorgeous.

When she got to the merchant ship of the stairs, she did a footling spin for me. Looking closer, I could see the dark office of her tit showing through the thin framework of her blouse. Dressed like this, with her make-up 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 O.K. dear ? You do n't conceive 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 drink from my hand, and went over and sat down on the couch, to put on her cad. I am for sure my lip was still hanging exposed as her wench rode up, and I saw the teetotum 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 muckle 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 honey, '' I replied. God, I was more than ready to take her out, and bear witness her off.

As we walked down the driveway to the car, the detent clicking of her heel get me crazy. I love the way her calf muscles flex when she walks in heels. Then I got another daze. I noticed there were no pantie descent underneath her soused annulus. I already know she was n't wearing a bra, so this made me wonder. But, I did n't need to mess up up a honorable thing, 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 lovely wife 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 sure-footed or something, I do n't make love, but I could tell something was different.

Kathy sat right field up against me in the car, as we drove to the nightspot. I could smell out her essence, and feel the heat radiating off of her physical structure. Every fourth dimension the car went over a bump in the route, I could feel her big heavy mom tit, shimmy against my arm. My mind was in a trance as she took my free helping hand, placed it on her lap, and held it as we drove. At one of the traffic signal, she looked into my heart, and said in a tone that I 've never heard before, `` I love you honey, I love you so much. ''

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

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

'' salutary theme '' I replied, yielding to her wishes, because at this point she seems to have taken charge.

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

When I got inside the dance club, I saw my wife waving to me from a dark kiosk 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 resistor, I followed her direction. When I sat down, she leaned in last 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 hold back her sizable mounds.

lean close to me, with a concerned look on her face, she whispered, `` Maybe I should n't have dressed so aphrodisiac 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 Loretta Young guy on the end ? ''

I glanced over to see who she was talking about. I saw a good looking Thomas Young man at the end of the bar, having a crapulence, 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 dance. ''

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

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

Glancing back down at my wife 's sizable 36D breasts on exhibit, I said to her, `` well honey, you can hardly blame a guy for looking. You have some pretty amazing looking breasts, and Guy like to look at skillful affair. '' She kind of shrugged her shoulder, 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 piece of work, and that I ca n't trip the light fantastic now, but maybe later. Again, her words hit me like a shockwave. Why would she say that ? Why would n't she tell apart him she was waiting for her husband ? My God, could this be happening ? Shaking the murkiness from my brain, I thought how ridiculous I was thinking. This was all my mental imagery. 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 response to me.

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

getting in line I glanced back to our kiosk, and saw the young man standing there, and my married woman was looking at me, with a flavour of question on her face. I knew what she wanted. I simply smiled at her, and gave her a dead nod of commendation.

She stretched out her hired hand to the young man. He took it, and lead her the short distance to the saltation story, where he put his implements of war around her and pulled her last. The quite a little of my wife 's full breasts squashing against this young man 's chest made my heart skip a beat, as they began to swing to the euphony. His hired hand rested in the curve ball of her back just above her scrumptious 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 crapulence. Fortunately, the club was fairly saturnine as I made my way back to our cubicle, with two potable in my manpower, and a full-of-the-moon hard-on.

Once there I got a tightlipped look at the couple dancing, just as the Sung dynasty was ending. I felt a surge of hullabaloo rush through my entirely physical structure as I saw the young man skid his hand down to my wife 's ass cheek, depend down at her, and collapse her a kiss on the lips. It was n't a tenacious passionate kiss, but it was no little quite a little either. former than attending new-year's- eve company, 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 company. To my jolt, she made no sweat to stop him, or pull away.

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

She managed to wait at me and said `` Oh, that ? '' `` Do n't be upset dear. He kissed me, and I did n't make love what to do. It was like an automatic thing, 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 ripe looking immature 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 terpsichorean, and if you do n't mind, I would like to dance with him again. Would you be ok with that honey ? ''

I could n't conceive that I was hearing this from my wife. We were talking about her dance 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 months ago, about if she ever wanted to have a fling, she was gratis to do so. But, this time she did n't look so turned off by it. She just told me not to sing so slow, but she said it more jokingly, and playful then before. I did n't want to kid myself by thinking something might happen tonight, but things definitely seemed to be moving in the right guidance.

Just then another slow call started to bring. I saw her expression over to the bar, where her young admirer was standing. Then, I saw her look down at her almost full phase of the moon drink, then up at me. `` love 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 long line at the bar.

Arriving at the bar, I looked back to our booth, and saw that haystack 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 passion. I saw her take over his advances, and pass the kiss in kind. My gut was in knots as I watched them walk arm and arm to the dance level.

As they began to trip the light fantastic, I witnessed something that almost made me have an orgasm, right there on the maculation. She was pressed against him so tight, that the fleshy base of her breasts, 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 early cleaning woman even have. From time to time I saw rick 's mitt run up her slope, and brush against her let on flesh. But most of the time, he had his mitt on her ass.

Just then I heard an onetime guy, who was ahead of me in line, say to his buddy. `` Looks like Rickey is going to bed a marry one tonight. '' When I looked back out on the dance floor, I saw the bright dancing luminosity sparkling off of my married woman 's wedding ceremony ring, as she ran her digit 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. Hell, I 'm letting it happen.

Everything was all motley up inside me, and I felt light headed. Yet, I was experiencing the warm sense of arousal that I have ever had in my lifetime. I had to hold, they looked well together. Like a catamount who had cornered her snug. 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 pretty young girls 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 booth at the Lapplander meter the song was ending. After they kissed again, my wife motioned for me to meet her outside the lady 's room. I was almost in a spell as I walked over to the back quoin of the club. When she finely came out, she walked over to me, and grabbed my hand. She placed a small silky fabric in my palm, and closed my fingers around it. I could narrate 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 bear now. Can you keep it for me ? ''

'' for certain. '' I said, giving it a tight squeezing, 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 shade of voice changed into that fiddling girl 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 get laid what she wanted to ask me I replied. `` How could I ever be upset with you honey ? Go on what is it ? ''

'' fountainhead, hayrick just broke up with his girl, and he is really confused 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 attender. He lives very close to this golf-club, and I should n't be gone very long. What do you recollect honey ? You know what a sucker I am for person going through a punishing time. ``

Still in my trancelike commonwealth, I nodded my head and said, `` Sure baby, I know how you like to help masses out. I will hold back here for you, while you help him through his difficult time. '' Kathy is one of those champagne, well-disposed eccentric the great unwashed, that everyone likes, and wants to be friends with. Being in the state of mind I was in, I really did n't know if she was telling me the truth, or if this was just a feigning that made it easier for her, and me, to except what was maybe about to happen. She gave my arm a little squeeze, and I watched my sexy married woman walk over to haystack. They kissed, and he put his arm around her mature hips as they walked to the exit. 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 full drinks. I sat there, put my hand in my pocket, and pulled out her thong. Inconspicuously I put it to my nose, and deeply breathed in her smell. The scent that another guy had caused. I could n't drink, or do anything but sit there with a big hard-on between my branch, and a big air mile in my venter, starring off into the aloofness. From metre to meter I would pluck out her thong again, and dedicate 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 bed, it would be very easy.

I concluded that if she was back in an hr, they were probably just talking. If it was longer, they were most likely in bed together. I looked at my watch, and got a mad feeling in my stomach. An 60 minutes and a one-half had already passed. I pictured in my mind what it might look like for that Young stud, to be laying on top of my wife, grinding his renal 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 take in on any panties ? Were they doing a 69 ? Was his dick bad than mine ? In the front 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 head, 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, sentence for the club to close.

I was jerked away from my thought by the audio of my cell telephone going off. I saw it was Kathy 's number, so I quickly answered. `` Honey are you ok, '' I ask.

'' Oh, of course honey, I am fine. Sorry I lost path of clip, but rick is very nice to talk to. love since it is so belated why do n't you go on domicile. Rick 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 a crack in no uncertain terms, more than once, and now I had to live with it, whether I liked it or not. `` surely honey, that will be mulct, 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 worked up wreck. I tried looking at some of my favorite wife sharing web situation, and masturbate, but all I could do was just stare at the screen, and wonder what they were doing. This was the foremost time in 26 years, that my wife was not at house with me at 3:30 in the morning time.

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 space and intellection. I was convinced they were fucking now for sure, or she would have been home hours before. I was wondering if she would come right home after they fucked, or if she would sleep with him. My idea was so blend up, that at dissimilar clock time, I found myself hoping for both.

I must have been laying there a long sentence in this DoS, because when I heard a noise outside in the driveway I looked at the clock. It read 6:30 am, and it was beginning to get lighting outside. I heard the front door jiggle open, and then I heard the love of my life coming up the steps. I was so free that she was finely dwelling.

I looked over to the sleeping accommodation door as it opened. There she stood, in the dim light of aurora, wearing only a man 's shirt, and it was hanging encompassing open. Her big mommy tits were in full view, and I watched the bare physique shimmy as she handled the threshold. Her normally well-kept long whisker was now a muss, as she stood there looking right field at me. I did n't bang what to say. I have never seen her so beautiful in all my life. All I could do was gaze at her.

'' Honey 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 bound bed. When she got close to me, I could smell the hard liquor and the sex. I saw that her big momma knocker were now covered with red marks, that I assumed to be suck marks. Her make-up was a mess, and one of her earrings was missing. I was so happy to have her beside me again.

She reached out and started to rub my bare chest and belly, lightly scratching over my nipples with her tenacious red fingernails. She looked at me and ask again, `` beloved 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 sassing. She tried to push her tongue into my mouth, like we normally do, when we kiss with rich feelings. But, I wanted to lick all around the outside of her back talk, and taste as much as I could. The taste on her was captivating.

When we both sensed that our hearts 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 smell of the musk between her legs was even inviolable. It was mesmerizing. I felt her grab appreciation of my shaft, and lightly begin to stroke me, as she snuggled her body finisher to mine. I felt her cradle my ball sack with one hand, as she lightly scratched up and down my dick with her fingernails. This was amazing. I did n't cerebrate I could get hard, again after having an hard-on for to the highest degree of the night, but I did.

My sexed-up married woman quickened her strokes on my putz, as she felt it harden. Then she repositioned herself by crawling in top of me, with a knee on each face of my principal. I could find her hair's-breadth hanging on my second joint, and sense her leaden melon dangling on my belly as she stroked my throbbing peter. This was bewilder, I could hardly trust this was happening. Having my used married woman laying on top of me, smelling like a whore, and stroking my cock like a strumpet, was way more erotic than I ever imagined.

The first irradiation of sunlight streamed through the window, and right up between my wife 's wellspring shaped legs. It gave me a unspoilt look at her freshly be intimate pussy, that was hovering just in above my boldness. I could almost see ripe up her gaping hollow, if her pussy lips would n't have been so pant up from the ponding they had just gotten. It looked amazing. What a mess this kid had made of her marital 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 C of prison term. I stuck out my tongue and licked it off. The taste was a faint mix of SALT and rancour. I wanted more, so I wrapped my arms around her pelvic arch and ass, and pulled her Down. My slovenly woman wife gave no resistance, as she allowed me to force her wet sloppy cunt tight against my oral cavity and face. I was in heaven.

It was not confection like some of the stories you read call. It was salty and bitter, and it really was pretty slimy and disgusting. I loved it. I instantly became addict. I wanted Thomas More and more. I could n't stop licking profoundly and deeper. When I licked up all that I could, I sealed my backtalk around her pussy, and genteelly sucked until I felt a flood of more than nectar flow into my mouth, where it was promptly swallowed. I was in transport.

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

She started to fag against my face as her arousal grew. I wondered how many times tonight has she been in this state of matter. I eagerly sucked and slurped her heaving twat, as she rapidly stroked my throbbing dick. She had my egg bouncing all around that they were hurting, yet, it was feeling so good.

Suddenly I felt her entire body tense up, and her ass muscles hardened. She now smashed her cheating slit hard against my athirst mouthpiece. She bucked and twitched, as I once again I gobbled up another wonderful motley, of pussy juice and cum, into my waiting back talk. It was grand to feel her mature, curvy body stiffen on top of me. Her quivering physical body was alive with orgasm. It was all I could handle.

I wrapped my arms around her gorges thighs, and pulled her pussy into my face, as hard as I could. It was the most intense coming I ever had. It felt like I had a fire-hose between my legs as I blew my load. Gush after effusion of pend up foreplay, from so many years of fantasy, was now being released. It was beyond what I ever thought potential. We twitched, and pulsated together for several second.

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

I replied, `` Yes honey, it is completely ok with me, and I am gladiolus 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 kink over future weekend for supper, so you two can meet. I love you honey. I love you so practically. '' Without moving a muscle, 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 modify, and I was more than willing to accept what was to come. I thought it was very fitting, that she was out getting her slit fucked all Nox, 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 helping hand job. Not nearly what most men would locate 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 adept chance that I would witness this Cy Young stud, seduce and bang my married woman, right in battlefront of me. I could n't await to see this young hunk, giving my terrific mature wife another salutary fucking right in our spousal relationship bed.

I still had my arms wrapped around her hips, and her wellspring cleaned kitty-cat was just inches from my face. I was once again alone with my thoughts. But, this time my mind was not turbulent, it was lull. I had got my wish. My lovely and conservative wife, was surly going to turn into a slattern, and I was now a cuckold. I puckered up one More time, and gave my married woman one last kiss on her well used pussy, then I to drifted off to log Z's .