It must have been about 7 PM when I walked in the door. 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 honey, 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 face. She said, `` Oh, I did n't hear you get domicile. You surprised me. '' There she stood, doing the wash, wearing only a pair of panties and her bra, a uncommon sight to be held for my normally conservativist, and decorate wife.

Kathy, at 49 age old, is what near guys would shout a MILF. She stands 5'5 '' tall, and has kept off the weight over the years. She was on the skinny side of meat when we got get married, but after the fry came, she started to explicate, and recrudesce she did. She has rounded out just enough to shine out the sharp boundary, and have that sexy mom look about her. You know the character I 'm talking about. She now has a 36d stand that still remains quite business firm, and a great set of legs. She attracts quite a bit of tending when we are out somewhere, and she is wearing heels. The guys ca n't fend eyeing her up when she walks, and those well-rounded mom hips start to rock.

As I made my way over to my brunette beaut, that I had married 26 twelvemonth 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 push its way between my lips, and deeply into my mouth. I could evidence she was glad to see me. When we broke our kiss, I held her in my arms, then wedged the tips of my fingers and my hands, down underneath the elastic of her panties. Feeling her soft, warm flesh, I could n't aid but glanced over to the unfastened 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 idea of Kathy having sex with early men. I do n't know why I started thinking this way, but when I do, I just burn inside with the persuasion of her being pleasured by another man. The images I create in my mind of her with other men, bring out a sexual arousal in me that is beyond anything I ever felt before. It 's all I can remember about. These picture flash through my thinker when I 'm making passion to her. I often imagine that I 'm having her rightfulness after she was totally fulfilled by another man. It absolutely drives me nuts.

'' Well, my day was a petty oil production '' she said as we hugged. `` I was hoping you would use up me out dancing or something tonight. '' Even though dancing is not my matter, I was always more than happy to take her out to a club, so she could enjoy herself. Sometimes she would even trip the light fantastic toe with someone, which of form stirred up the fantasy that I have had for the last several years.

'' Sure love, if you want to go terpsichore, that 's what we will do. My sweet knockout deserves a nighttime out. '' I saw the coruscation in her center as I was speaking.

'' Great, I 'll go up and get fix. Why do n't you mix me a drink for when I come back down ? '' As she ran up the pace, she stopped halfway up, and gave her well-rounded, get on mommy ass, a sexy little handshake for me, and bounced on up to get dressed.

As I mixed her beverage, 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 prospect of her being with mortal else was slim to none. She was much too conservativist. However, recently I had gotten her to take off dressing a niggling sexier, by telling her how good-looking she had gotten since she matured, and giving her money to buy new rig. respective months ago, I had even mustered up the courage to secern her, that if she ever met anyone who she would like to have a fling with, it would be okay with me. But to that, she just replied that I should stop talking so dazed. So, without much Leslie Townes Hope of this ever happening, I spend a lot of prison term in wife sharing sites on the Internet, reading tarradiddle, and chatting with others.

My cerebration were interrupted by the sound of my married woman 's voice calling down the step. `` Honey, you left your reckoner on when you went to work today. I turned it off for you, but you might require to receive it checked. You might possess 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 estimator ? I thought I would prove the urine, so I called back up to her, `` Why do you say that love ? ''

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

My God I thought, what do I do now ? Scrambling for a reply I called back up the steps `` Yes hone, that is disgusting. I will have that checked as soon as I can. '' I was hoping that answer would fix 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 breast were shimmying with every tone. A jolt went through my total body that almost made me pass out. I have never seen her look this way before. She was absolutely baffle. I had no musical theme she could look this ripe. She was wearing a short black chick that hugged her hips, and a fast white top, that made her big ma knocker look like they would shed right out, if she bent over. She looked absolutely gorgeous.

When she got to the bottom of the steps, she did a little twist for me. Looking closer, I could see the dark spots of her nipples showing through the slim down fabric of her blouse. Dressed like this, with her make-up and jewelry on, and her silky long brunette fuzz laying on her shoulders, all I could do was stare at her, with my lip hanging open. `` Is this okay honey ? You do n't think it 's too practically for a 49-year-old grannie, do you ? ''

'' Oh, no you look smashing, '' I managed to say as she took the drink from my paw, and went over and sat down on the sofa, to put on her heels. I am for sure my mouth was still hanging assailable 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 sneaker type, but she is dressed to the nines tonight. It was an awesome mountain to see.

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

As we walked down the driveway to the car, the suction stop clicking of her bounder aim me unhinged. I love the way her calfskin muscles flex when she walks in heels. Then I got another cushion. I noticed there were no panty lines underneath her tight skirt. I already know she was n't wearing a bra, so this made me wonder. But, I did n't desire to mess up a right thing, so I kept my mouth shut. I opened the door for her, and again watched her bird cod up as she slid in the car. Taking my endearing married woman out, dressed like this, was something I had day-dreamed about for twelvemonth. I sensed a variety in her. I ca n't put my digit on it, but she seemed to be more surefooted or something, I do n't have sex, but I could severalize something was different.

Kathy sat right wing up against me in the car, as we drove to the club. I could smell out her essence, and feel the warmth radiating off of her eubstance. Every time the car went over a bump in the road, I could feel her big heavy mammy tit, shimmy against my arm. My head was in a trance as she took my relieve manus, placed it on her lap, and held it as we drove. At one of the traffic signal, she looked into my eyes, and said in a tone that I 've never heard before, `` I love you honey, I love you so a good deal. ''

My mind was in a fog, and my tum was in a knot. Did you ever have that uneasy flavor like something big was about to hap, but you did n't have a go at it what. That is the impression I had after she said this to me.

'' Oh, here we are, '' she said as I pulled up to the golf 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 want, because at this power point she seems to have got taken charge.

She got out of the car and walked past a group of male child outside the order. I noticed she was swinging her ass a little bit more than necessary ( even with the dog on ) as she walked past them. When she went in, one of the guys grabbed his dick, and pushed it toward the lodge threshold. All the former guys laughed, and grabbed their dicks as well. It was a little insulting, and form of pissed me off, but I found myself getting a immense 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 booth near the dance base. 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 ending 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 buttons straining to take back her healthy mounds.

Leaning close to me, with a interested expression on her typeface, she whispered, `` Maybe I should n't have dressed so aphrodisiacal after all. ``

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

I glanced over to see who she was talking about. I saw a effective 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 dance. ''

Not sure where she was going with this, I simply ask her, `` Well, what 's incorrect with that, '' knowing that guy rope ask her all the clip to dance.

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

Glancing back down at my wife 's hefty 36D bosom on display, I said to her, `` wellspring beloved, you can hardly blame a guy for looking. You have some pretty amazing looking breasts, and guy like to look at decent things. '' She kind of shrugged her shoulder joint, and sat back in her tail end, excepting my reply.

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

'' Oh, I just told him I was waiting for a friend from workplace, and that I ca n't dance now, but maybe later. Again, her tidings hit me like a shockwave. Why would she say that ? Why would n't she assure him she was waiting for her married man ? My God, could this be happening ? Shaking the cloudiness from my school principal, 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 solvent to me.

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

getting in line I glanced back to our stall, and saw the Danton True Young man standing there, and my wife was looking at me, with a spirit of question on her cheek. I knew what she wanted. I simply smiled at her, and gave her a short nod of approval.

She stretched out her hand to the young man. He took it, and lead her the short distance to the terpsichore base, where he put his arms around her and pulled her close. The mess of my wife 's wide tit squashing against this Cy Young man 's breast made my nerve skip a beat, as they began to shake to the music. His manus rested in the curvature 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 illusion back to spirit, 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 erection.

Once there I got a closer flavor at the couple dancing, just as the call was ending. I felt a spate of excitement rush through my whole consistence as I saw the Whitney Moore Young Jr. man slide his hand down to my married woman 's ass cheek, look down at her, and give her a buss on the lip. It was n't a recollective passionate osculation, but it was no minuscule peck either. former 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 different than a new twelvemonth 's party. To my shock, she made no movement to quit him, or get out away.

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

She managed to count 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 automatic matter, 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 reaction. Besides that, he is a very good looking Loretta Young man, and I am sure enough 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. haystack is a very dependable social dancer, and if you do n't mind, I would care to dance with him again. Would you be ok with that honey ? ''

I could n't 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 married woman '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 deliver a fling, she was free to do so. But, this time she did n't seem so turned off by it. She just told me not to let the cat out of the bag so dumb, but she said it more jokingly, and playful then before. I did n't want to kid myself by thinking something might materialise tonight, but things definitely seemed to be moving in the rightfield charge.

Just then another slow birdsong started to take on. I saw her feeling over to the bar, where her young champion was standing. Then, I saw her look down at her almost full-of-the-moon drink, 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 melody at the bar.

Arriving at the bar, I looked back to our booth, and saw that Rick was already standing there, with his handwriting out. This time my shapely wife did n't even wait 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 live with his rise, and return the kiss in kind. My gut was in knots as I watched them take the air arm and arm to the dance level.

As they began to dance, I witnessed something that almost made me have an orgasm, right there on the spot. She was pressed against him so tight, that the fleshy base of operations 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 other women even have. From prison term to time I saw Rick 's handwriting run up her side, and coppice against her exposed anatomy. But almost of the clock time, he had his mitt on her ass.

Just then I heard an older guy, who was ahead of me in note, say to his buddy. `` Looks like Rickey is going to bed a hook up with one tonight. '' When I looked back out on the dance storey, I saw the lustrous dance Christ Within sparkling off of my wife 's wedding ring, 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 married woman, and she is letting it chance. Hell, I 'm letting it happen.

Everything was all commingle up inside me, and I felt light headed. Yet, I was experiencing the impregnable sense of stimulation that I have ever had in my life. I had to admit, they looked skillful together. Like a panther who had cornered her snuggery. This guy could only be in his mid-20 's at best, more likely in his ahead of time 20 's, but he was coming on to my 49-year-old wife. There was a lot of very somewhat immature young woman there around his age, that I am sure he could birth had, but he did n't want them, he wanted my wife. I was so gallant of her.

I got back to our booth at the same time the strain was ending. After they kissed again, my married woman motioned for me to fulfill her outside the lady 's room. I was almost in a spell as I walked over to the hind nook of the nightclub. When she finely came out, she walked over to me, and grabbed my hand. She placed a humble silky cloth in my thenar, and closed my fingers around it. I could order that it was soaking wet. `` What 's this ? '' I ask.

'' It 's a flip-flop, '' she told me. `` I wanted to try something new tonight, but it is n't fit to put on now. Can you keep it for me ? ''

'' Sure. '' I said, giving it a tight credit crunch, 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 vocalism changed into that little missy 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 screw what she wanted to ask me I replied. `` How could I ever be upset with you honey ? Go on what is it ? ''

'' wellspring, kink just broke up with his girlfriend, and he is really trouble 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 hearer. He lives very close to this club, and I should n't be gone very long. What do you cogitate honey ? You know what a gull I am for someone going through a punishing time. ``

Still in my trancelike land, I nodded my head and said, `` Sure child, I know how you like to aid citizenry out. I will wait here for you, while you help him through his difficult metre. '' Kathy is one of those champagne, friendly type hoi polloi, that everyone the likes of, and wants to be protagonist with. Being in the state of mind I was in, I really did n't do it if she was telling me the truth, or if this was just a guise that made it sluttish for her, and me, to except what was maybe about to hap. She gave my arm a little wring, and I watched my sexy wife walk over to crick. They kissed, and he put his arm around her mature coxa 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 drink. I sat there, put my hired 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 in, or do anything but sit there with a big hard-on between my stage, and a big knot in my stomach, starring off into the distance. From time to clip I would pull out her thong again, and give it another snuff. 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 pantie when they left. If they were going to do it, 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 in all probability in bed together. I looked at my watch, and got a vomit feeling in my tummy. An hour 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 married woman, 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 dame and blouse, since she did n't have on any pantie ? Were they doing a 69 ? Was his prick heavy 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 psyche, I was hoping she was surrendering herself to him. I looked at my watch again. Over two minute had passed. It was now almost 2 am, metre for the nightspot to close.

I was jerked away from my intellection by the sound of my cell telephone set 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 OK. Sorry I lost track of time, but Rick is very gracious to talk to. beloved since it is so recently why do n't you go on dwelling house. 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 fling in no uncertain terminus, more than once, and now I had to live with it, whether I liked it or not. `` Sure dear, that will be all right, have fun, '' I said, and left the club.

Back at home, I could n't do anything. I could n't even look out TV. I was such an excited wreck. I tried looking at some of my dearie wife sharing web site, and masturbate, but all I could do was just stare at the screen, and wonder what they were doing. This was the first meter in 26 years, that my wife was not at household with me at 3:30 in the morn.

I sat a while, then paced a while. Finely I went up to our bed, and laid down with her thong in my manus, sleeplessly staring off into space and thinking. I was convinced they were fucking now for for sure, or she would possess been home hour before. I was wondering if she would follow powerful place after they fucked, or if she would sleep with him. My mind was so miscellaneous up, that at dissimilar prison term, I found myself hoping for both.

I must have been laying there a long time in this land, 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 visible light outside. I heard the front door jiggle open, and then I heard the love of my biography coming up the steps. I was so relieved that she was finely home.

I looked over to the bedroom door as it opened. There she stood, in the dim light of sunrise, wearing only a man 's shirt, and it was hanging spacious unfold. Her big mummy tits were in wax view, and I watched the bare flesh shimmy as she handled the door. Her normally trim long hair was now a mess, 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 life. All I could do was stare at her.

'' dearest are you ok ? '' she asks still looking right at me. I could n't verbalize, so I just extended my hand 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 out the spirits and the sex. I saw that her big mommy mammilla were now covered with red marks, that I assumed to be suck marks. Her physical composition 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 long red fingernails. She looked at me and ask again, `` Honey is everything ok ? ''

'' Yes, my dearest, 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 discernment on her lips. She tried to push her tongue into my lip, like we normally do, when we kiss with bass tactual sensation. But, I wanted to lick all around the exterior of her lips, and mouthful as lots 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 point at the pick end of the bed. In this stead, the smell of the musk between her legs was even stronger. It was soporific. I felt her grab delay of my shaft, and lightly begin to stroke me, as she snuggled her body closer to mine. I felt her cradle my globe dismissal with one helping hand, as she lightly scratched up and down my pecker with her fingernails. This was amazing. I did n't think I could get hard, again after having an erection for about of the night, but I did.

My sexed-up wife quickened her throw on my cock, as she felt it harden. Then she repositioned herself by crawling in top of me, with a knee joint on each side of my head. I could feel her pilus hanging on my thigh, and feel her heavy melon vine dangling on my belly as she stroked my throb putz. This was astonishing, I could hardly believe this was happening. Having my secondhand married woman laying on top of me, smelling like a whore, and stroking my cock like a loose woman, was way more erotic than I ever imagined.

The first ray of light of sunlight streamed through the window, and right up between my wife 's wellspring shaped legs. It gave me a good feeling at her freshly fucked pussy, that was hovering just inches above my face. I could almost see good up her gawk hole, if her cunt lips would n't suffer been so puffed up from the ponding they had just gotten. It looked amazing. What a mess this kid had made of her hook up with pussy.

Just then a drop of succus dripped right on my upper lip. With a petty nervousness, I did what I have dreamed of doing century of times. I stuck out my natural language and licked it off. The gustatory modality was a faint mix of salt and bitterness. I wanted more, so I wrapped my arms around her hips and ass, and pulled her down. My fornicatress married woman gave no resistance, as she allowed me to pull her wet sloppy cunt tight against my mouth and face. I was in heaven.

It was not sweet like some of the narration you read claim. It was salty and bitter, and it really was pretty ugly and disgusting. I loved it. I instantly became hook. I wanted more and more. I could n't end licking deeper and inscrutable. When I licked up all that I could, I sealed my lips around her pussy, and genteelly sucked until I felt a outpouring of more than nectar stream into my sassing, where it was promptly swallowed. I was in ecstasy.

As I was cleaning up this young man 's mess, I thought what it must ingest looked like when they were going at it. I could almost project my wife 's shapely mature body all entwined with his Loretta Young hard flesh. I could almost see her mature body shimming, and her big mommy tits bouncing all around, as he gave her a grueling pumping. I know how aegir those young prick are for mature wives, and he had just had mine. And, here I am, cleaning up his leftovers.

She started to mash against my face as her arousal grew. I wondered how many times tonight has she been in this state. I eagerly sucked and slurped her heave pussy, as she rapidly stroked my throb pecker. She had my formal bouncing all around that they were hurting, yet, it was feeling so good.

Suddenly I felt her total body tense up, and her ass brawniness hardened. She now smashed her cheating cunt hard against my hungry mouth. She bucked and twitched, as I once again I gobbled up another wonderful mixture, of pussy succus and cum, into my waiting backtalk. It was wonderful to feel her mature, curvy torso stiffen on top of me. Her quivering flesh was alive with coming. It was all I could handle.

I wrapped my munition around her oesophagus thighs, and pulled her twat into my face, as operose as I could. It was the most intense orgasm I ever had. It felt like I had a fire-hose between my leg as I blew my lode. ebullition after effusion of pend up arousal, from so many year of fantasy, was now being released. It was beyond what I ever thought possible. We twitched, and pulsated together for respective transactions.

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

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

'' Thank you honey. I will think that. '' Then she said `` I invited Rick over succeeding weekend for supper, so you two can meet. I love you honey. I love you so a lot. '' Without moving a muscle, she drifted off to sleep. She had a longsighted night.

I should make 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 willing to accept what was to come. I thought it was very fitting, that she was out getting her pussycat fucked all night, and I was waiting at home all night with a raging erection. Yet, at the end of the Night, all I got was a hired man job. Not nearly what most men would settle for, but this is the way I wanted it to be.

I could n't wait for next weekend when Rick would make out over, because I knew there was a good chance that I would see this young rivet, seduce and fuck my wife, right in figurehead of me. I could n't wait to see this Lester Willis Young hunk, giving my fantastic mature wife another sound fucking right in our wedlock bed.

I still had my sleeve wrapped around her hips, and her well cleaned snatch was just inch from my case. I was once again alone with my thought process. But, this time my mind was not roiled, it was quiet. I had got my regard. My adorable and bourgeois married woman, was surly going to plow into a slut, and I was now a cuckold. I puckered up one to a greater extent time, and gave my wife one last-place buss on her well used pussycat, then I to drifted off to sleep .