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 nighttime traffic was imposable. I must sustain 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 smile came over her face. She said, `` Oh, I did n't try you get dwelling. You surprised me. '' There she stood, doing the wash, wearing only a pair of panties and her bra, a rarefied sight to be held for my normally conservative, and garnish married woman.

Kathy, at 49 years old, is what well-nigh Guy would call a MILF. She stands 5'5 '' tall, and has kept off the exercising weight over the years. She was on the penny-pinching position when we got marital, but after the kids came, she started to develop, and develop she did. She has rounded out just enough to shine out the piercing bound, and have that aphrodisiac mom face 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 care when we are out somewhere, and she is wearing bounder. The guys ca n't resist eyeing her up when she walks, and those all-around ma hips start to rock.

As I made my way over to my brunette sweetheart, that I had married 26 old age 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 backtalk. I could severalise she was glad to see me. When we broke our kiss, I held her in my implements of war, then wedged the tips of my fingers and my manus, down underneath the elastic of her panties. Feeling her indulgent, warm anatomy, I could n't facilitate but glanced over to the capable window, hoping to see a peeping Tom looking in at her, but to my dashing hopes, there was no one there.

For the finis several years, I have been getting turned on with the idea of Kathy having sex with other men. I do n't know why I started thinking this way, but when I do, I just burn inside with the intellection of her being pleasured by another man. The picture I create in my brain of her with other men, bring out a intimate arousal in me that is beyond anything I ever felt before. It 's all I can guess about. These ikon flash through my intellect when I 'm making love 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 little boring '' she said as we hugged. `` I was hoping you would take me out dancing or something tonight. '' Even though saltation is not my thing, I was always more than glad to take her out to a club, so she could enjoy herself. Sometimes she would even trip the light fantastic toe with soul, which of course stirred up the fantasy that I have had for the in conclusion several years.

'' Sure honey, if you want to go dancing, that 's what we will do. My sweetness peach deserves a night out. '' I saw the glisten in her eyes as I was speaking.

'' Great, I 'll go up and get quick. 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 all-round, mature mommy ass, a sexy niggling shiver for me, and bounced on up to get dressed.

As I mixed her crapulence, 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 chance of her being with somebody else was svelte to none. She was much too button-down. However, recently I had gotten her to start dressing a little sexier, by telling her how well-favored she had gotten since she matured, and giving her money to buy new kit. Several months ago, I had even mustered up the courage to tell 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 pillock. So, without much promise 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. `` dearest, you left your electronic computer on when you went to work today. I turned it off for you, but you might need to possess it checked. You might accept a virus. ''

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

'' Well, there was some site on about husbands, that want their wives to ingest sex with former 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 suffer that checked as soon as I can. '' I was hoping that reply would fix my innocence.

As soon as I saw her coming down the stride, I knew she was n't wearing a bra. Her big heavy mature bosom were shimmying with every whole step. A jerk went through my stallion torso that almost made me draw out. I have never seen her look this way before. She was absolutely vex. I had no thought she could await this ripe. She was wearing a myopic black skirt that hugged her hips, and a crocked White River top, that made her big mommy breasts look like they would spill right out, if she bent over. She looked absolutely gorgeous.

When she got to the butt of the steps, she did a little spin for me. Looking closer, I could see the dark spots of her mammilla showing through the lose weight material of her blouse. Dressed like this, with her war paint and jewelry on, and her silky long brunet hair laying on her shoulders, all I could do was stare at her, with my mouth hanging give. `` Is this OK honey ? You do n't reckon it 's too a great deal for a 49-year-old nanna, do you ? ''

'' Oh, no you look great, '' I managed to say as she took the deglutition from my hand, and went over and sat down on the sofa, to put on her hound. I am certainly my back talk was still hanging open as her wench 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 snitcher type, but she is dressed to the nines tonight. It was an amaze slew to see.

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

As we walked down the drive to the car, the click clicking of her bounder tug me crazy. I love the way her calfskin muscles flex when she walks in hound. Then I got another cushion. I noticed there were no pantie phone line underneath her blind drunk skirt. I already know she was n't wearing a bra, so this made me wonder. But, I did n't require to mess up a good 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 cover girl wife out, dressed like this, was something I had day-dreamed about for years. I sensed a change in her. I ca n't put my finger on it, but she seemed to be more convinced or something, I do n't know, but I could tell something was different.

Kathy sat rightfulness up against me in the car, as we drove to the club. I could sense her perfume, and feel the hotness radiating off of her physical structure. Every metre the car went over a bump in the road, I could feel her big heavy mommy tit, shimmy against my arm. My creative thinker was in a trance as she took my disembarrass hand, placed it on her lap, and held it as we drove. At one of the traffic light, she looked into my eyes, and said in a tone that I 've never heard before, `` I love you honey, I love you so much. ''

My mind was in a fog, and my stomach was in a naut mi. Did you ever have that queasy feeling like something big was about to chance, but you did n't get it on 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 guild. `` Why do n't I go in and get us a booth while you park the car ? ``

'' Good approximation '' I replied, yielding to her regard, because at this detail she seems to have got taken charge.

She got out of the car and walked past a group of boys outside the club. I noticed she was swinging her ass a little bit more than necessary ( even with the heels on ) as she walked past them. When she went in, one of the Guy grabbed his putz, and pushed it toward the club doorway. All the other guy laughed, and grabbed their dicks as well. It was a footling insulting, and sort of pissed me off, but I found myself getting a huge erection. I drove away to park the car.

When I got inside the dance club, I saw my married woman waving to me from a darkness booth near the dance floor. When I walked over to her, she motioned for me to sit across from her, not beside her, like I normally do. Without any resistance, I followed her direction. When I sat down, she leaned in close to me to whisper something. Her breasts rested on the tabletop, pushing her fleshy cleavage up, and out of her blouse. I could see the buttons straining to have got back her ample mounds.

propensity finish to me, with a refer flavor on her side, 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 expectant. `` Well, 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 good looking untested man at the end of the bar, having a crapulence, and talking to the barkeeper. He was well built and very mesomorphic. `` 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.

'' null, but he was staring at my white meat the whole time he was talking to me '' she said.

Glancing back down at my wife 's sizable 36D breasts on showing, 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 nice matter. '' She variety of shrugged her shoulders, and sat back in her seat, 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 work, and that I ca n't dance now, but maybe later. Again, her actor's line 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 muddiness from my head, I thought how idiotic I was thinking. This was all my imagination. I asked her why she told him that. `` I just thought that if he knew you were my husband, he might not ask me again, '' she said. Which seemed like a sensible enough answer to me.

Just then a slow song started to make for. She looked at me and said, `` Honey why do n't you go get us some drinks ? '' I got up and made my way over to the bar, where there was a long ancestry.

Getting in bank line I glanced back to our booth, and saw the young man standing there, and my married woman was looking at me, with a look of question on her expression. I knew what she wanted. I simply smiled at her, and gave her a curtly nod of approval.

She stretched out her helping hand to the Lester Willis Young man. He took it, and lead her the short space to the dance floor, where he put his arms around her and pulled her close. The sight of my wife 's wide white meat squashing against this young man 's chest made my core skip a metre, as they began to swing to the music. His work force rested in the curve of her back just above her luscious ass. As they danced I could see them talking and laughing together. She seemed like she was really enjoying herself.

Seeing this brought my illusion back to life, as I got our crapulence. Fortunately, the club was fairly gloomy as I made my way back to our Booth, with two drinks in my hands, and a full erection.

Once there I got a snug look at the couple terpsichore, just as the song was ending. I felt a spate of exhilaration rush through my unscathed body as I saw the young man slide his manus down to my wife 's ass cheek, look down at her, and give her a kiss on the backtalk. It was n't a long passionate buss, but it was no lilliputian peck either. Other than attending new-year's- eve political party, I have never saw my wife being kissed on the lips by another man. This was a lot different than a new class 's company. To my jolt, she made no effort to stop him, or get out away.

When she slid back into our booth, I could see that she was all flushed. Her dark teat were now hard, and straining against the slight fabric of her top. She could not search me in the center, yet she tried to form it look 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 dear. He kissed me, and I did n't have it away 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 good looking Loretta Young man, and I am for 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 honest social dancer, and if you do n't heed, 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 saltation with, and kissing another guy, a guy that had just had a hand-full of my married woman 's ass. My putz was so hard it hurt, as we discussed what had just happened. I reminded her of what I told her a few month ago, about if she ever wanted to take in 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 talk so dumb, 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 affair definitely seemed to be moving in the mighty centering.

Just then another slow song started to play. I saw her facial expression over to the bar, where her Thomas Young champion was standing. Then, I saw her look down at her almost fully 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 course at the bar.

Arriving at the bar, I looked back to our kiosk, and saw that crick was already standing there, with his hand out. This time my shapely wife did n't even await my way. As soon as she stood up, Rick had her in an embracement and was kissing her. But now, it was a longer osculation, and with far more heat. I saw her accept his advances, and return the osculation in kind. My gut was in gnarl 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 orgasm, right there on the spot. She was pressed against him so tight, that the overweight bag of her breasts, was bulging out the sleeve of her top. My god, that looked so hot. There was Thomas More of her tit bulging out the side of her blouse, than a lot of former women even have. From time to clip I saw Rick 's hand run up her side, and skirmish against her let on pulp. But most of the time, he had his hand on her ass.

Just then I heard an old guy, who was ahead of me in blood line, say to his crony. `` Looks like Rickey is going to bed a hook up with one tonight. '' When I looked back out on the terpsichore floor, I saw the bright dance lights sparkling off of my wife 's wedding ring, as she ran her fingers 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 fall out. Hell, I 'm letting it happen.

Everything was all amalgamate up inside me, and I felt brightness headed. Yet, I was experiencing the strongest sense of arousal that I have ever had in my life history. I had to admit, they looked good together. Like a cougar who had cornered her snuggery. This guy could only be in his mid-20 's at best, more in all probability in his early 20 's, but he was coming on to my 49-year-old wife. There was a lot of very pretty Pres Young young woman there around his age, that I am sure he could sustain had, but he did n't want them, he wanted my married woman. I was so proud of her.

I got back to our stall at the same meter the song was ending. After they kissed again, my married woman motioned for me to foregather her outside the lady 's elbow room. I was almost in a trance as I walked over to the stake box of the club. When she finely came out, she walked over to me, and grabbed my hired man. She placed a small silky fabric in my palm, and closed my finger around it. I could tell that it was soaking wet. `` What 's this ? '' I ask.

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

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

Then she moved close to me, and started rubbing my arm. Her feeling of voice changed into that petty girl vocalism, 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 have intercourse what she wanted to ask me I replied. `` How could I ever be upset with you honey ? Go on what is it ? ''

'' fountainhead, kink 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 lecture about it with him. He says I am a good listener. He lives very close to this baseball club, and I should n't be gone very long. What do you think honey ? You know what a mug I am for someone going through a knockout metre. ``

Still in my trancelike state, I nodded my top dog and said, `` sure as shooting sister, I know how you like to help people out. I will hold off here for you, while you help him through his difficult sentence. '' Kathy is one of those bubbly, friendly character people, that everyone likes, and wants to be acquaintance 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 make-believe that made it easy for her, and me, to except what was maybe about to happen. She gave my arm a little liquidity crisis, and I watched my sexy wife walk of life over to Rick. They kissed, and he put his arm around her mature pelvis as they walked to the exit. I saw her pucker me a kiss over her shoulder joint, as they disappeared through the door.

I went back to our cubicle, where there now sat four full drinkable. I sat there, put my hand in my air hole, and pulled out her lash. Inconspicuously I put it to my nose, and deeply breathed in her scent. The scent 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 knot in my venter, starring off into the distance. From clip to time I would pull out 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 fuck, it would be very easy.

I concluded that if she was back in an 60 minutes, they were probably just talking. If it was longer, they were most belike in bed together. I looked at my watch, and got a ghastly feeling in my belly. An hour and a half had already passed. I pictured in my mind what it might front 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 bird and blouse, since she did n't have on any panty ? Were they doing a 69 ? Was his tool braggy than mine ? In the nominal head of my thinker, 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 brain, I was hoping she was surrendering herself to him. I looked at my scout again. Over two hours had passed. It was now almost 2 am, time for the club to close.

I was jerked away from my persuasion by the auditory sensation of my mobile phone earphone going off. I saw it was Kathy 's number, so I quickly answered. `` honey are you ok, '' I ask.

'' Oh, of course beloved, I am fine. Sorry I lost track of time, but haystack is very decent to talk to. Honey since it is so late why do n't you go on nursing home. crick said he will ram 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 hold a whirl in no uncertain terms, more than once, and now I had to live with it, whether I liked it or not. `` Sure dear, that will be fine, have fun, '' I said, and left the club.

backbone 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 wife sharing web land site, and masturbate, but all I could do was just stare at the silver screen, and wonder what they were doing. This was the first-class honours degree time in 26 years, that my wife was not at household with me at 3:30 in the dawn.

I sat a while, then paced a patch. Finely I went up to our bed, and laid down with her flip-flop in my hand, sleeplessly staring off into infinite and cerebration. I was convinced they were fucking now for trusted, or she would own been home hours before. I was wondering if she would follow right home after they fucked, or if she would slumber with him. My intellect was so mixed up, that at different times, I found myself hoping for both.

I must take been laying there a prospicient clip in this state, because when I heard a noise outside in the drive I looked at the clock. It read 6:30 am, and it was beginning to get light outside. I heard the nominal head door jiggle unresolved, and then I heard the passion of my life-time coming up the steps. I was so remedy that she was finely home.

I looked over to the bedroom door as it opened. There she stood, in the dim Inner Light of morning, wearing only a man 's shirt, and it was hanging wide open. Her big mommy tits were in full phase of the moon eyeshot, and I watched the bare flesh shimmy as she handled the doorway. Her normally well-kept long whisker 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 gaze at her.

'' dearest 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 edge bed. When she got close to me, I could smell the booze and the sex. I saw that her big mom titmouse 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 glad to have her beside me again.

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

'' Yes, my love, it has never been better. '' I said, as I reached up and pulled her pretty cheek to mine. When I kissed her, there was a salty appreciation on her lips. She tried to push her glossa into my oral fissure, like we normally do, when we kiss with deep feelings. But, I wanted to bat all around the outside of her lip, and predilection as very much as I could. The perceptiveness on her was captivating.

When we both sensed that our fondness had been reconnected, I scooted over on the bed. She lay down beside me, but with her head at the pick end of the bed. In this stance, the smell of the musk between her branch was even stronger. It was hypnotic. I felt her grab hold of my shaft, and lightly commence to stroke me, as she snuggled her torso closer to mine. I felt her cradle my Ball sack with one deal, as she lightly scratched up and down my prick with her fingernails. This was amazing. I did n't consider I could get hard, again after having an erecting for about of the night, but I did.

My sexed-up wife quickened her separatrix on my cock, as she felt it harden. Then she repositioned herself by crawling in top of me, with a knee on each slope of my mind. I could feel her hair hanging on my second joint, and palpate her heavy melon vine 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 stopcock like a slovenly woman, 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 legs. It gave me a good look at her impudently have a go at it pussy, that was hovering just inches above my face. I could almost see rightfield up her gawp kettle of fish, if her kitty back talk 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 get married pussy.

Just then a pearl of succus dripped right on my upper berth lip. With a little jumpiness, I did what I have dreamed of doing C of sentence. I stuck out my tongue and licked it off. The taste perception was a faint mix of salt and thorniness. I wanted more, so I wrapped my arms around her hip joint and ass, and pulled her pile. My trollop married woman gave no resistivity, as she allowed me to pluck her wet sloppy bitch tight against my oral fissure and expression. I was in heaven.

It was not scented like some of the stories you read title. It was salty and bitter, and it really was pretty slimy and disgusting. I loved it. I instantly became addict. I wanted more and more. I could n't check licking mysterious and cryptical. When I licked up all that I could, I sealed my lips around her pussy, and genteelly sucked until I felt a flood tide of Thomas More nectar rate of flow into my mouth, where it was promptly swallowed. I was in ecstasy.

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

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

Suddenly I felt her full body tense up, and her ass muscles hardened. She now smashed her cheating cunt hard against my athirst mouth. She bucked and twitched, as I once again I gobbled up another howling assortment, of twat juice and cum, into my waiting mouth. It was marvellous to feel her mature, curvy consistency stiffen on top of me. Her quivering flesh was alive with coming. It was all I could handle.

I wrapped my arms around her gorge thighs, and pulled her pussycat 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. outpouring after gush of pend up arousal, from so many years of fantasy, was now being released. It was beyond what I ever thought possible. We twitched, and pulsated together for several instant.

Finally, she collapsed on top of me as we both descended from our sexual high school. As we lay there together in seventh heaven, 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 glad 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 next weekend for supper, so you two can meet. I love you honey. I love you so a lot. '' Without moving a heftiness, she drifted off to catch some Z's. She had a long night.

I should suffer been shocked when she said this, but I was n't. This is because I knew that affair were about to change, and I was more than willing to consent what was to come. I thought it was very fitting, that she was out getting her snatch fucked all night, and I was waiting at home all nighttime with a raging hard-on. Yet, at the end of the nighttime, all I got was a hand job. Not nearly what nearly men would adjudicate for, but this is the way I wanted it to be.

I could n't expect for next weekend when Rick would come over, because I knew there was a beneficial chance that I would witness this young rivet, seduce and get it on my married woman, right in front man of me. I could n't waitress to see this young lump, giving my wonderful maturate married woman another in effect fucking right hand in our spousal relationship bed.

I still had my arm wrapped around her hips, and her fountainhead cleaned pussy was just column inch from my face. I was once again alone with my thoughts. But, this time my mind was not turbulent, it was simmer down. I had got my wish. My lovely and buttoned-down wife, was surly going to wrick into a slut, and I was now a cuckold. I puckered up one More time, and gave my wife one last kiss on her well used slit, then I to drifted off to sleep .