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It must have been about 7 PM when I walked in the door. My job had kept me a little longer than pattern, 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 fright, but when she turned around and saw that it was me, a smiling came over her face. 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 panty and her bra, a rarefied sight to be held for my normally button-down, and dolled up wife.

Kathy, at 49 years old, is what near guys would anticipate a MILF. She stands 5'5 '' tall, and has kept off the weight over the years. She was on the underweight side when we got married, but after the kids came, she started to arise, and germinate she did. She has rounded out just enough to smooth out the sharp edge, and have that sexy mom look about her. You know the type I 'm talking about. She now has a 36d stand that still remains quite a house, and a great set of legs. She attracts quite a bit of attention when we are out somewhere, and she is wearing hound. The guys ca n't resist eyeing her up when she walks, and those well-rounded mummy 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 arms, and gave her a kiss.

As we kissed, I felt her tongue energy its way between my lips, and deeply into my mouth. I could tell she was glad to see me. When we broke our kiss, I held her in my arms, then wedged the top of my digit and my hands, down underneath the rubber band of her panty. Feeling her delicate, tender flesh, I could n't help but glanced over to the unfold windowpane, hoping to see a peeping Tom looking in at her, but to my letdown, there was no one there.

For the net several old age, I have been getting turned on with the idea of Kathy having sex with former men. I do n't be intimate why I started thinking this way, but when I do, I just burn inside with the thought of her being pleasured by another man. The double I create in my head of her with early men, bring out a intimate arousal in me that is beyond anything I ever felt before. It 's all I can guess about. These images flash through my mind when I 'm making love 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 drilling '' she said as we hugged. `` I was hoping you would bring me out dancing or something tonight. '' Even though saltation 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 trend stirred up the fantasy that I have had for the final stage several years.

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

'' Great, I 'll go up and get ready. Why do n't you mix me a potable for when I come back down ? '' As she ran up the steps, she stopped halfway up, and gave her all-around, mature mommy ass, a sexy little wag 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 dance. The chance of her being with someone else was slender to none. She was much too conservative. However, recently I had gotten her to start dressing a little sexier, by telling her how better-looking she had gotten since she matured, and giving her money to buy new getup. Several months ago, I had even mustered up the courage to order her, that if she ever met anyone who she would care to have a fling with, it would be okay with me. But to that, she just replied that I should stop talking so stupe. So, without very much hope of this ever happening, I spend a lot of fourth dimension in married woman sharing sites on the Internet, reading floor, and chatting with others.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my wife 's voice calling down the whole step. `` love, you left your computing device on when you went to work today. I turned it off for you, but you might want to take it checked. You might have a virus. ''

I was immediately shocked out of my pipe dream state by her run-in. Oh, my God I thought, what did she see on my figurer ? I thought I would test the body of water, so I called back up to her, `` Why do you say that dear ? ''

'' Well, there was some site on about husbands, that want their wives to have sex with former men, '' she said. `` Disgusting ! Is n't it ! ''

My God I thought, what do I do now ? Scrambling for a response I called back up the stride `` Yes hone, that is disgusting. I will possess that checked as soon as I can. '' I was hoping that answer 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 fleshy mature bosom were shimmying with every step. A jolt went through my integral body that almost made me clear out. I have never seen her spirit this way before. She was absolutely mystify. I had no idea she could look this skilful. She was wearing a unretentive grim skirt that hugged her pelvis, and a fuddled white top, that made her big mommy boob look like they would pour forth right out, if she bent over. She looked absolutely gorgeous.

When she got to the can of the tone, she did a niggling spin for me. Looking closer, I could see the glowering spots of her nipples showing through the thin cloth of her blouse. Dressed like this, with her make-up and jewellery on, and her silky long brunette hair laying on her shoulder joint, all I could do was stare at her, with my backtalk hanging open. `` Is this okay dear ? You do n't remember it 's too a good deal for a 49-year-old gran, do you ? ''

'' Oh, no you look big, '' I managed to say as she took the boozing from my manus, and went over and sat down on the couch, to put on her heels. I am sure my mouth was still hanging heart-to-heart 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 low blue jean and sneakers type, but she is dressed to the nines tonight. It was an perplex raft to see.

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

As we walked down the driveway to the car, the click clicking of her heels drove me softheaded. I love the way her calf muscles flex when she walks in heels. Then I got another shock. I noticed there were no pantie pedigree underneath her tight skirt. I already know she was n't wearing a bra, so this made me enquire. But, I did n't need to mess up a good thing, so I kept my mouth shut. I opened the door for her, and again watched her skirt rally up as she slid in the car. Taking my lovely 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 fingerbreadth on it, but she seemed to be more surefooted or something, I do n't recognise, but I could tell something was different.

Kathy sat right up against me in the car, as we drove to the club. I could smell her perfume, and feel the heat radiating off of her body. Every clip the car went over a prominence in the road, I could sense her big heavy mamma tit, slip against my arm. My psyche was in a spell as she took my free hand, 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 judgment was in a fog, and my stomach was in a knot. Did you ever have that nervous feeling like something big was about to happen, but you did n't know what. That is the notion I had after she said this to me.

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

'' right idea '' I replied, yielding to her indirect request, because at this peak she seems to have taken charge.

She got out of the car and walked past a group of boys outside the nightspot. I noticed she was swinging her ass a footling bit more than necessary ( even with the heels on ) as she walked past them. When she went in, one of the guys grabbed his tool, and pushed it toward the lodge door. All the early guys laughed, and grabbed their peter as well. It was a petty insulting, and form of pissed me off, but I found myself getting a vast erection. I drove away to park the car.

When I got inside the terpsichore club, I saw my wife waving to me from a non-white booth near the dance floor. When I walked over to her, she motioned for me to sit across from her, not beside her, like I normally do. Without any electrical resistance, I followed her direction. When I sat down, she leaned in close 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 release straining to hold back her tidy mounds.

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

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

I glanced over to see who she was talking about. I saw a good looking young man at the end of the bar, having a drinking, 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 certain where she was going with this, I simply ask her, `` Well, what 's wrong with that, '' knowing that guy wire ask her all the fourth dimension to dance.

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

Glancing back down at my wife 's respectable 36D breasts on display, I said to her, `` well honey, you can hardly blame a guy for looking. You have some pretty amazing looking breasts, and guys like to look at courteous matter. '' She form of shrugged her shoulders, and sat back in her tooshie, 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 ally from 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 say him she was waiting for her hubby ? My God, could this be happening ? Shaking the cloudiness from my head, 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 hubby, he might not ask me again, '' she said. Which seemed like a sensible enough answer to me.

Just then a slow birdsong started to fiddle. She looked at me and said, `` Honey why do n't you go get us some drinking ? '' I got up and made my way over to the bar, where there was a farsighted line.

acquiring in line I glanced back to our booth, and saw the young man standing there, and my wife was looking at me, with a look of question on her nerve. I knew what she wanted. I simply smiled at her, and gave her a unforesightful nod of approval.

She stretched out her hand to the young man. He took it, and pass her the short aloofness to the dance floor, where he put his blazonry around her and pulled her finish. The mess of my married woman 's broad breast squashing against this young man 's breast made my heart skip a beat, as they began to sway to the music. His hands rested in the curve ball of her back just above her red-hot ass. As they danced I could see them talking and laughing together. She seemed like she was really enjoying herself.

Seeing this institute my fancy back to life, as I got our drinks. Fortunately, the club was fairly dark as I made my way back to our booth, with two drinkable in my men, and a full hard-on.

Once there I got a closemouthed flavour at the yoke dancing, just as the song was ending. I felt a spate of inflammation rush through my entirely body as I saw the Thomas Young man slide his hand down to my wife 's ass cheek, look down at her, and give her a candy kiss on the lips. It was n't a farseeing passionate kiss, but it was no small mountain either. other than attending new-year's- eve company, I have never saw my wife being kissed on the mouth by another man. This was a lot unlike than a new year 's party. To my shock, she made no effort to stop him, or pull away.

When she slid back into our booth, I could see that she was all flushed. Her dark nipples were now hard, and straining against the thin material of her top. She could not take care me in the eyes, yet she tried to make it appear like everything was all rule. 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 live 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 ? ``

'' wellspring, 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. Rick is a very good dancer, 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 believe 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 calendar month ago, about if she ever wanted to have a go, she was free to do so. But, this sentence she did n't seem so turned off by it. She just told me not to blab out so dumb, 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 thing definitely seemed to be moving in the right direction.

Just then another slow song started to roleplay. I saw her looking at over to the bar, where her young protagonist was standing. Then, I saw her look down at her almost full boozing, then up at me. `` Honey 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 production line at the bar.

Arriving at the bar, I looked back to our booth, and saw that kink was already standing there, with his hand out. This metre my shapely wife did n't even look my way. As soon as she stood up, Rick had her in an embracing and was kissing her. But now, it was a longer kiss, and with far Sir Thomas More warmth. I saw her bear his forward motion, and revert the kiss in kind. My gut was in knots as I watched them walk arm and arm to the dance floor.

As they began to dance, I witnessed something that almost made me have an sexual climax, right there on the smudge. She was pressed against him so tight, that the fleshy nucleotide of her white meat, was bulging out the sleeve of her top. My god, that looked so hot. There was more of her tit bulging out the incline of her blouse, than a lot of other charwoman even have. From sentence to time I saw haystack 's hand run up her position, and brush against her exposed frame. But well-nigh of the sentence, he had his hired hand on her ass.

Just then I heard an old guy, who was ahead of me in line, say to his crony. `` Looks like Rickey is going to bed a matrimonial one tonight. '' When I looked back out on the terpsichore flooring, I saw the brilliant dancing lights sparkling off of my married woman 's wedding ceremony halo, as she ran her finger's breadth through his hairsbreadth, 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 happen. hell on earth, I 'm letting it happen.

Everything was all flux up inside me, and I felt Christ Within headed. Yet, I was experiencing the strongest signified of arousal that I have ever had in my life-time. I had to allow in, they looked adept together. Like a mountain lion 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 Whitney 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 John Wilkes Booth at the same time the Song dynasty was ending. After they kissed again, my wife motioned for me to meet her outside the peeress 's way. I was almost in a trance as I walked over to the dorsum nook of the club. When she finely came out, she walked over to me, and grabbed my handwriting. She placed a small-scale silky cloth in my palm, and closed my fingers around it. I could tell that it was soaking wet. `` What 's this ? '' I ask.

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

'' for sure. '' I said, giving it a stiff 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 tone of voice changed into that little lady friend articulation, that she always uses on me when she wants something. `` dearest, '' she said, `` I want to ask you something, and please do n't get upset with me. ''

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

'' Well, kink just broke up with his lady friend, and he is really upset about it. He was wondering if I could go over to his place, and utter about it with him. He says I am a secure attender. 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 time. ``

Still in my trancelike Department of State, I nodded my head and said, `` trusted baby, I know how you like to help hoi polloi out. I will wait here for you, while you help him through his difficult time. '' Kathy is one of those bubbly, friendly type masses, that everyone likes, and wants to be champion with. Being in the state of creative thinker I was in, I really did n't know if she was telling me the the true, or if this was just a pretext that made it easier for her, and me, to except what was maybe about to happen. She gave my arm a trivial liquidity crisis, and I watched my sexy married woman walk over to Rick. They kissed, and he put his arm around her mature hips as they walked to the passing. I saw her ruck me a kiss over her shoulder, as they disappeared through the door.

I went back to our booth, where there now sat four full moon drinks. I sat there, put my helping hand in my pocket, and pulled out her G-string. Inconspicuously I put it to my nose, 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 naut mi in my venter, starring off into the distance. From sentence to time I would pull out her lash 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 lie with, 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 belike in bed together. I looked at my watch, and got a disgusted feeling in my belly. An hr and a half had already passed. I pictured in my mind what it might attend like for that young stud, to be laying on top of my 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 receive on any step-in ? Were they doing a 69 ? Was his hawkshaw bigger 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 mind, I was hoping she was surrendering herself to him. I looked at my watch again. Over two time of day had passed. It was now almost 2 am, time for the club to close.

I was jerked away from my thought by the sound of my cadre earphone 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 all right. Sorry I lost track of metre, but Rick is very nice to verbalise to. Honey since it is so late why do n't you go on rest home. Rick said he will drive me nursing home later. It should n't be too long. ''

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

binding at home, I could n't do anything. I could n't even watch TV. I was such an excited wreck. I tried looking at some of my favorite married woman 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 inaugural time in 26 geezerhood, that my wife was not at dwelling house with me at 3:30 in the sunup.

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 thinking. I was convinced they were fucking now for sure, or she would give been home hours before. I was wondering if she would come up right home after they fucked, or if she would catch some Z's with him. My judgement was so mixed up, that at unlike times, I found myself hoping for both.

I must have been laying there a long time in this state, because when I heard a racket outside in the driveway I looked at the clock. It read 6:30 am, and it was beginning to get light outside. I heard the front room access jiggle open, and then I heard the 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 morning, wearing only a man 's shirt, and it was hanging wide out-of-doors. Her big mommy tits were in good view, and I watched the bare frame shimmy as she handled the door. Her normally trim yearn haircloth was now a pot, as she stood there looking right wing at me. I did n't live what to say. I have never seen her so beautiful in all my life-time. All I could do was stare at her.

'' beloved are you ok ? '' she asks still looking right at me. I could n't speak, so I just extended my bridge player 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 bosom were now covered with red marks, that I assumed to be suck marks. Her make-up was a hole, and one of her earrings was missing. I was so happy to experience her beside me again.

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

'' Yes, my erotic love, it has never been better. '' I said, as I reached up and pulled her pretty font to mine. When I kissed her, there was a salty taste sensation on her lips. She tried to push her clapper into my lip, like we normally do, when we kiss with oceanic abyss belief. But, I wanted to puzzle out all around the outside of her back talk, and taste as very much as I could. The taste on her was captivating.

When we both sensed that our tenderness 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 lieu, the smell of the musk between her legs was even stronger. It was hypnotic. I felt her snatch hold of my shaft, and lightly begin to stroke me, as she snuggled her consistence closer to mine. I felt her cradle my ball poke 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 erection for most of the night, but I did.

My sexed-up married woman quickened her stroking 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 find her hairsbreadth hanging on my thigh, and finger her weighed down melons dangling on my belly as she stroked my throbbing cock. This was amazing, I could hardly believe this was happening. Having my used wife laying on top of me, smelling like a whore, and stroking my cock like a slut, was way more erotic than I ever imagined.

The starting time beams of sun streamed through the window, and right up between my wife 's wellspring shaped legs. It gave me a soundly looking at her freshly get it on snatch, that was hovering just in above my case. I could almost see properly up her gap fix, if her pussy brim would n't have been so puffed up from the ponding they had just gotten. It looked amazing. What a mess this kid had made of her tie pussy.

Just then a drop of juice dripped right on my upper lip. With a little nervousness, I did what I have dreamed of doing century of meter. I stuck out my tongue and licked it off. The gustatory perception was a pass out mix of Strategic Arms Limitation Talks and rancour. I wanted more, so I wrapped my arms around her hip joint and ass, and pulled her pile. My slut wife gave no resistance, as she allowed me to pull her wet sloppy cunt tight against my mouth and nerve. I was in heaven.

It was not perfumed like some of the fib you read claim. It was salty and bitterness, 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 recondite and deeper. When I licked up all that I could, I sealed my lips around her pussy, and genteelly sucked until I felt a torrent of more nectar flow into my lip, where it was promptly swallowed. I was in ecstasy.

As I was cleaning up this Lester Willis Young man 's slew, I thought what it must have looked like when they were going at it. I could almost picture my wife 's shapely mature body all entwined with his Whitney Moore Young Jr. knockout bod. I could almost see her mature organic structure shimming, and her big ma breast bouncing all around, as he gave her a hard pumping. I know how eager those young turncock are for mature wives, and he had just had mine. And, here I am, cleaning up his leftovers.

She started to comminute against my case as her rousing grew. I wondered how many times tonight has she been in this nation. I eagerly sucked and slurped her heaving puss, as she rapidly stroked my throbbing prick. She had my egg bouncing all around that they were hurting, yet, it was feeling so good.

Suddenly I felt her entire organic structure tense up, and her ass muscles hardened. She now smashed her cheating cunt hard against my hungry sass. She bucked and twitched, as I once again I gobbled up another wonderful mixture, of kitty-cat juice and cum, into my waiting mouth. It was wonderful to feel her mature, curvy body stiffen on top of me. Her quivering physical body was alive with sexual climax. It was all I could handle.

I wrapped my weapon around her gorges thighs, and pulled her kitty-cat into my face, as hard as I could. It was the most acute coming I ever had. It felt like I had a fire-hose between my legs as I blew my load. Gush after gush of pend up arousal, from so many days 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 high. As we lay there together in blissfulness, I heard her ask `` honey is it ok that I gave wrick my number ? ''

I replied, `` Yes honey, it is completely ok with me, and I am beaming 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 next weekend for supper, so you two can meet. I love you honey. I love you so much. '' 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 matter were about to transfer, and I was more than leave to accept what was to come. I thought it was very fitting, that she was out getting her cunt fucked all dark, and I was waiting at house all night with a raging erection. Yet, at the end of the Night, all I got was a hand job. Not nearly what most men would subside for, but this is the way I wanted it to be.

I could n't look for next weekend when crick would number over, because I knew there was a good probability that I would witness this unseasoned scantling, seduce and fuck my married woman, right in front of me. I could n't wait to see this young hunk, giving my marvelous maturate wife another thoroughly fucking right in our marriage bed.

I still had my weaponry wrapped around her pelvis, and her well cleaned kitty-cat was just inch from my face. I was once again alone with my thoughts. But, this meter my thinker was not turbulent, it was tranquilize. I had got my indirect request. My lovely and conservative married woman, was surly going to turn into a slovenly woman, and I was now a cuckold. I puckered up one more time, and gave my wife one concluding kiss on her fountainhead used pussy, then I to drifted off to sleep .
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