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

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

Kathy, at 49 years old, is what most cat would send for a MILF. She stands 5'5 '' tall, and has kept off the weight over the old age. She was on the skinny side when we got married, but after the tike came, she started to originate, and make grow she did. She has rounded out just enough to polish out the sharp edges, and have that aphrodisiac mom expression about her. You know the type I 'm talking about. She now has a 36d single-foot that still remains quite a house, and a heavy set of legs. She attracts quite a bit of attending when we are out somewhere, and she is wearing heels. The guy ca n't hold out eyeing her up when she walks, and those well-rounded mama rose hip 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 weapon, and gave her a kiss.

As we kissed, I felt her natural language push its way between my lips, and deeply into my sassing. I could secernate she was happy to see me. When we broke our candy kiss, I held her in my arms, then wedged the crown of my fingers and my handwriting, down underneath the rubber band of her scanty. Feeling her delicate, warm flesh, I could n't facilitate but glint over to the open up window, hoping to see a peeping Tom looking in at her, but to my letdown, there was no one there.

For the utmost several years, I have been getting turned on with the idea of Kathy having sex with early men. I do n't get laid 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 figure I create in my judgment 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 opine about. These images flash through my mind when I 'm making love to her. I often imagine that I 'm having her right after she was totally fulfilled by another man. It absolutely drives me nuts.

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

'' Sure honey, if you want to go dancing, that 's what we will do. My sweet-smelling beauty deserves a night out. '' I saw the glister in her eye as I was speaking.

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

As I mixed her drinking, the turmoil 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 probability of her being with somebody else was slim to none. She was much too buttoned-down. However, recently I had gotten her to start dressing a slight sexier, by telling her how good-looking she had gotten since she matured, and giving her money to buy new kit. Several months ago, I had even mustered up the courageousness to tell her, that if she ever met anyone who she would like to stimulate a spree with, it would be okay with me. But to that, she just replied that I should discontinue talking so stupefied. So, without a lot hope of this ever happening, I spend a lot of metre in wife sharing land site on the Internet, reading level, and chatting with others.

My intellection were interrupted by the sound of my married woman 's voice calling down the dance step. `` beloved, you left your electronic computer on when you went to work today. I turned it off for you, but you might require to have it checked. You might have a computer virus. ''

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

'' Well, there was some web site on about husband, that want their married woman to receive 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 experience that checked as soon as I can. '' I was hoping that reply would ensure my innocence.

As soon as I saw her coming down the footstep, I knew she was n't wearing a bra. Her big heavy mature breasts were shimmying with every step. A jolt went through my entire body that almost made me pass out. I have never seen her look this way before. She was absolutely stick. I had no theme she could await this near. She was wearing a short black annulus that hugged her hips, and a soaked white top, that made her big mama breasts look like they would spill right out, if she bent over. She looked absolutely gorgeous.

When she got to the can of the steps, she did a lilliputian spin for me. Looking closer, I could see the disconsolate spots of her nipples showing through the slim fabric of her blouse. Dressed like this, with her make-up and jewellery on, and her silky recollective brunet hair laying on her berm, all I could do was stare at her, with my mouth hanging opened. `` Is this okay honey ? You do n't reckon it 's too much for a 49-year-old nanna, do you ? ''

'' Oh, no you look great, '' I managed to say as she took the drinking from my handwriting, and went over and sat down on the sofa, to put on her bounder. I am trusted my mouth was still hanging spread 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 blue jean and sneaker type, but she is dressed to the baseball club tonight. It was an amazing heap to see.

She stood up and smoothed her vesture back down, took another sip of her drink, and asked me if I was ready. `` Yes beloved, '' I replied. God, I was more than ready to take her out, and indicate her off.

As we walked down the private road to the car, the click clicking of her heels drove me mad. I love the way her calf muscles flex when she walks in heels. Then I got another shock. 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 want to mess up a good thing, so I kept my mouth shut. I opened the doorway for her, and again watched her dame tantalize up as she slid in the car. Taking my lovely wife out, dressed like this, was something I had day-dreamed about for days. I sensed a change in her. I ca n't put my finger on it, but she seemed to be more confident or something, I do n't live, but I could say something was different.

Kathy sat right up against me in the car, as we drove to the guild. I could smell her scent, and feel the high temperature radiating off of her physical structure. Every prison term the car went over a extrusion in the route, I could palpate her big heavy mammy tit, shimmy against my arm. My mind was in a trance as she took my free deal, placed it on her lap, and held it as we drove. At one of the brake 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 often. ''

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

'' honest estimate '' I replied, yielding to her wishing, because at this point she seems to take in taken charge.

She got out of the car and walked past a grouping of male child outside the clubhouse. I noticed she was swinging her ass a little bit more than necessity ( even with the heels 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 other guy laughed, and grabbed their hawkshaw as well. It was a little 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 saltation society, I saw my married woman waving to me from a dark booth near the dance floor. When I walked over to her, she motioned for me to sit across from her, not beside her, like I normally do. Without any electrical resistance, I followed her direction. When I sat down, she leaned in closing 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 guard back her sizable mounds.

Leaning close to me, with a concerned looking at on her font, she whispered, `` Maybe I should n't stimulate 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 goodness looking untried 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 certainly where she was going with this, I simply ask her, `` Well, what 's wrong with that, '' knowing that poke fun ask her all the fourth dimension to dance.

'' zero, but he was staring at my boob the all time he was talking to me '' she said.

Glancing back down at my wife 's sizable 36D chest on display, I said to her, `` Well honey, you can hardly charge a guy for looking. You have some pretty amazing looking breasts, and guys like to look at nice things. '' She kind of shrugged her shoulders, and sat back in her rear end, excepting my reply.

'' What did you say when he asked you to dance with him, '' I questioned.

'' Oh, I just told him I was waiting for a friend from work, and that I ca n't dance now, but maybe later. Again, her words hit me like a shockwave. Why would she say that ? Why would n't she tell him she was waiting for her married man ? My God, could this be happening ? Shaking the cloudiness from my head, I thought how pathetic I was thinking. This was all my 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 reasonable enough answer to me.

Just then a slow Song started to run. 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 tenacious line.

Getting in personal credit line I glanced back to our booth, and saw the young man standing there, and my wife was looking at me, with a feel of motion on her fount. I knew what she wanted. I simply smiled at her, and gave her a little nod of approving.

She stretched out her handwriting to the young man. He took it, and lead her the brusk space to the dance story, where he put his coat of arms around her and pulled her close. The ken of my wife 's full breasts squashing against this Whitney Moore Young Jr. man 's chest made my centre skip a cadence, as they began to swing to the music. His manus rested in the bender 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 add my fantasy 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 beverage in my handwriting, and a full erecting.

Once there I got a closer look at the couple terpsichore, just as the song was ending. I felt a billow of excitement rush through my whole body as I saw the young man slide his hand down to my wife 's ass impudence, look down at her, and give her a buss on the lips. It was n't a long passionate kiss, but it was no little hatful either. early than attending new-year's- eve company, I have never saw my wife being kissed on the brim by another man. This was a lot different than a new year 's party. To my impact, she made no effort to stop him, or pull away.

When she slid back into our kiosk, I could see that she was all flushed. Her dark tit were now hard, and straining against the reduce fabric of her top. She could not take care me in the heart, yet she tried to ca-ca it seem like everything was all rule. Finely I ask, `` What was that all about ? ''

She managed to take care 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 machinelike thing, so I just puckered up and kissed him back. You are not upset with me, are you honey ? ``

'' fountainhead, I guess I am not upset with you. I understand that it was just a response. Besides that, he is a very skilful looking youth 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 love ? ''

I could n't conceive 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 rooster 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 have a fling, she was free to do so. But, this metre she did n't seem so turned off by it. She just told me not to verbalize so dumb, but she said it more jokingly, and playful then before. I did n't require to kid myself by thinking something might take place tonight, but things definitely seemed to be moving in the right focus.

Just then another slow song started to play. I saw her look over to the bar, where her young admirer was standing. Then, I saw her look down at her almost full 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 stall, and saw that Rick was already standing there, with his hand out. This time my shapely married woman did n't even look my way. As soon as she stood up, haystack had her in an bosom and was kissing her. But now, it was a longer osculation, and with far More passion. I saw her accept his advances, and return the kiss in kind. My gut was in knots as I watched them walk arm and arm to the saltation story.

As they began to trip the light fantastic toe, 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 base of her breasts, was bulging out the sleeve 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 woman even have. From time to sentence I saw wrick 's handwriting run up her English, and brush against her bring out flesh. But near of the time, he had his hand on her ass.

Just then I heard an older guy, who was ahead of me in dividing line, say to his crony. `` Looks like Rickey is going to bed a marital one tonight. '' When I looked back out on the dance storey, I saw the bright dancing lights sparkling off of my wife 's nuptials tintinnabulation, as she ran her finger through his hair, and kissed him. I have never experienced emotions like I was having right then. This guy is coming on to my wife, and she is letting it happen. perdition, I 'm letting it happen.

Everything was all conflate up inside me, and I felt light headed. Yet, I was experiencing the substantial sense of stimulation that I have ever had in my life. I had to admit, they looked soundly together. Like a cougar who had cornered her cubby. This guy could only be in his mid-20 's at best, more likely in his too soon 20 's, but he was coming on to my 49-year-old wife. There was a lot of very pretty untried missy there around his age, that I am sure he could take 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 same prison term the birdcall was ending. After they kissed again, my wife motioned for me to converge her outside the madam 's room. I was almost in a trance as I walked over to the stake corner of the ball club. When she finely came out, she walked over to me, and grabbed my manus. She placed a small silky cloth in my palm, and closed my finger's breadth around it. I could recount that it was soaking wet. `` What 's this ? '' I ask.

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

'' Sure. '' I said, giving it a miserly power play, then putting it in my sack, still in an almost trance like state.

Then she moved close to me, and started rubbing my arm. Her tone of interpreter changed into that piffling girl voice, that she always uses on me when she wants something. `` dear, '' she said, `` I want to ask you something, and please do n't get upset with me. ''

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

'' Well, haystack just broke up with his lady friend, and he is really upset about it. He was wondering if I could go over to his seat, and utter about it with him. He says I am a beneficial listener. 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 mark I am for individual going through a severely clock time. ``

Still in my trancelike state, I nodded my head word and said, `` for certain babe, I know how you like to help mass out. I will await here for you, while you help him through his difficult clip. '' Kathy is one of those bubbly, friendly character mass, that everyone the like, and wants to be protagonist with. Being in the state of idea I was in, I really did n't have intercourse if she was telling me the true statement, or if this was just a pretense that made it well-fixed for her, and me, to demur what was maybe about to happen. She gave my arm a little squeeze, and I watched my sexy wife walkway over to wrick. They kissed, and he put his arm around her mature hips as they walked to the departure. I saw her pucker me a osculation 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 lash. Inconspicuously I put it to my nose, and deeply breathed in her fragrance. 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 stomach, starring off into the space. From time to sentence I would draw out her thong again, and return 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 hour, they were probably just talking. If it was longer, they were most potential in bed together. I looked at my picket, and got a sick feeling in my stomach. An hour and a half had already passed. I pictured in my psyche what it might look like for that immature stud, to be laying on top of my married woman, 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 have got on any panties ? Were they doing a 69 ? Was his dick braggy than mine ? In the forepart 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 picket again. Over two time of day had passed. It was now almost 2 am, time for the nine to close.

I was jerked away from my intellection by the sound of my cell earphone going off. I saw it was Kathy 's turn, so I quickly answered. `` beloved are you ok, '' I ask.

'' Oh, of course dear, I am fine. Sorry I lost track of clock time, but Rick is very nice to talk to. beloved since it is so late why do n't you go on home. hayrick said he will drive me home plate later. It should n't be too long. ''

What could I say ? Was I going to say, `` No ! get your ass nursing home now. '' No way. I told her she could have a fling in no uncertain terms, to a greater extent than once, and now I had to exist with it, whether I liked it or not. `` Sure love, that will be very well, have fun, '' I said, and left the club.

rachis at home, I could n't do anything. I could n't even watch TV. I was such an aroused wreck. I tried looking at some of my favorite wife sharing web sites, and masturbate, but all I could do was just stare at the CRT screen, and wonder what they were doing. This was the first time in 26 years, that my wife was not at rest home with me at 3:30 in the dawn.

I sat a while, then paced a while. Finely I went up to our bed, and laid down with her lash in my manus, sleeplessly staring off into space and thinking. 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 hand home after they fucked, or if she would sleep with him. My judgment was so mixed up, that at unlike metre, I found myself hoping for both.

I must have been laying there a long time in this province, because when I heard a interference outside in the driveway I looked at the clock. It read 6:30 am, and it was beginning to get lightness outside. I heard the front room access jiggle open, and then I heard the passion of my biography coming up the stairs. I was so unbosom that she was finely household.

I looked over to the bedroom door as it opened. There she stood, in the dim light of morning, wearing only a man 's shirt, and it was hanging all-embracing open. Her big mommy tit were in full view, and I watched the bare build teddy as she handled the door. Her normally kept up prospicient hair's-breadth was now a mess, as she stood there looking right field 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.

'' dear are you ok ? '' she asks still looking right at me. I could n't speak, so I just extended my mitt 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 booze and the sex. I saw that her big mommy mamilla were now covered with red marks, that I assumed to be suck marking. Her make-up was a mess, and one of her earrings was missing. I was so happy to consume 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 love, it has never been better. '' I said, as I reached up and pulled her pretty look to mine. When I kissed her, there was a salty taste on her lips. She tried to labour her lingua into my mouth, like we normally do, when we kiss with deep feelings. But, I wanted to drub all around the outside of her lip, and taste perception as much as I could. The taste on her was captivating.

When we both sensed that our spirit 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 stance, the smell of the musk between her branch was even secure. It was hypnotic. I felt her snap hold 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 putz with her fingernails. This was amazing. I did n't think I could get hard, again after having an hard-on for most of the night, but I did.

My sexed-up wife quickened her solidus on my cock, as she felt it harden. Then she repositioned herself by crawling in top of me, with a knee on each incline of my head. I could experience her hair hanging on my second joint, and feel her heavy melon dangling on my belly as she stroked my throbbing rooster. This was awe-inspiring, I could hardly believe this was happening. Having my utilise wife laying on top of me, smelling like a tart, and stroking my dick like a slut, was way more erotic than I ever imagined.

The first beams of sunlight streamed through the window, and right up between my wife 's wellspring shaped legs. It gave me a good expression at her freshly jazz slit, that was hovering just in above my face. I could almost see right field up her gaping yap, if her cunt lip would n't have been so puff up from the ponding they had just gotten. It looked amazing. What a mess this kid had made of her married pussy.

Just then a drib of juice dripped right on my speed lip. With a little jitteriness, I did what I have dreamed of doing 100 of clip. I stuck out my knife and licked it off. The discernment was a faint mix of salt and bitterness. I wanted more, so I wrapped my implements of war around her articulatio coxae and ass, and pulled her down. My slut wife gave no resistance, as she allowed me to pull her wet slipshod cunt tight against my mouth and face. I was in heaven.

It was not sweet like some of the report you read claim. It was salty and bitterness, and it really was pretty slimy and disgusting. I loved it. I instantly became hook. I wanted more and more. I could n't stop licking profoundly and cryptical. When I licked up all that I could, I sealed my lips around her cunt, and genteelly sucked until I felt a flood of more than nectar flow into my mouth, where it was promptly swallowed. I was in ecstasy.

As I was cleaning up this young man 's mess, I thought what it must hold looked like when they were going at it. I could almost picture my wife 's shapely mature soundbox all entwined with his young backbreaking flesh. I could almost see her mature body shimming, and her big mommy titmouse bouncing all around, as he gave her a hard pumping. I know how eager those offspring tool are for matured wives, and he had just had mine. And, here I am, cleaning up his leftovers.

She started to grind against my aspect as her arousal grew. I wondered how many metre tonight has she been in this DoS. I eagerly sucked and slurped her heaving puss, as she rapidly stroked my throbbing cock. She had my egg bouncing all around that they were hurting, yet, it was feeling so good.

Suddenly I felt her total 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 wonderful mixture, of cunt juice and cum, into my waiting mouth. It was wonderful to experience her mature, curvy body stiffen on top of me. Her quivering pulp was alive with orgasm. It was all I could handle.

I wrapped my arms around her gullet thighs, and pulled her pussycat into my expression, as hard as I could. It was the most intense orgasm I ever had. It felt like I had a fire-hose between my legs as I blew my load. gush after outburst of pend up arousal, from so many years of fancy, was now being released. It was beyond what I ever thought possible. We twitched, and pulsated together for several bit.

Finally, she collapsed on top of me as we both descended from our intimate high. As we lay there together in bliss, I heard her ask `` dear is it ok that I gave Rick my phone 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 rick over next weekend for supper, so you two can meet. I love you honey. I love you so very much. '' Without moving a brawniness, she drifted off to sleep. She had a long night.

I should throw been shocked when she said this, but I was n't. This is because I knew that matter were about to shift, and I was more than willing to admit what was to number. I thought it was very fitting, that she was out getting her pussy fucked all night, and I was waiting at dwelling house all dark with a raging hard-on. Yet, at the end of the night, all I got was a hand job. Not nearly what most men would settle for, but this is the way I wanted it to be.

I could n't hold back for next weekend when Rick would total over, because I knew there was a good chance that I would witness this untested rivet, seduce and fuck my wife, right in battlefront of me. I could n't wait to see this young lump, giving my fantastic grow wife another right fucking right in our marriage ceremony bed.

I still had my arms wrapped around her hips, and her fountainhead cleaned kitty-cat was just column inch from my face. I was once again alone with my thinking. But, this clock time my mind was not turbulent, it was sedate. I had got my wish. My lovely and conservative wife, was surly going to release into a slut, and I was now a cuckold. I puckered up one Sir Thomas More meter, and gave my wife one finale kiss on her well used kitty, then I to drifted off to sleep .