It must have been about 7 PM when I walked in the door. My job had kept me a little longer than rule, and the Friday nighttime dealings was imposable. I must have startled her when I called out, `` Hi dearest, I 'm base. ''

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 washables, wearing only a pair of panties and her bra, a rarified sight to be held for my normally conservative, and dressed married woman.

Kathy, at 49 yr old, is what most bozo would call a MILF. She stands 5'5 '' tall, and has kept off the weight over the old age. She was on the underweight side when we got married, but after the kidskin came, she started to develop, and germinate she did. She has rounded out just enough to shine out the discriminating edges, and have that aphrodisiac mom look about her. You know the type I 'm talking about. She now has a 36d rack that still remains quite firm, and a great set of legs. She attracts quite a bit of attention when we are out somewhere, and she is wearing heels. The guys ca n't jib eyeing her up when she walks, and those all-round mummy pelvis 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 spit push its way between my lips, and deeply into my mouth. I could tell she was glad to see me. When we broke our buss, I held her in my munition, then wedged the bakshish of my fingers and my hands, down underneath the elastic of her panties. Feeling her soft, warm flesh, I could n't help but glanced over to the open window, hoping to see a peeping Tom looking in at her, but to my disappointment, there was no one there.

For the final stage several years, I have been getting turned on with the estimate of Kathy having sex with other men. I do n't bang 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 images I create in my nous 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 think about. These image flash through my mind when I 'm making 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 little oil production '' she said as we hugged. `` I was hoping you would aim me out dancing or something tonight. '' Even though terpsichore is not my thing, I was always More than happy to ask her out to a baseball club, so she could enjoy herself. Sometimes she would even dance with someone, which of course stirred up the fancy that I have had for the last several years.

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

'' Great, I 'll go up and get ready. Why do n't you mix me a crapulence for when I come back down ? '' As she ran up the footfall, she stopped halfway up, and gave her all-around, matured mum ass, a aphrodisiacal little shake for me, and bounced on up to get dressed.

As I mixed her drink, the excitement of her perhaps dancing with another man tonight brought me to arousal. But I knew that she would never go further than a terpsichore. The chance of her being with someone else was slim to none. She was much too conservativist. However, recently I had gotten her to pop out dressing a little sexier, by telling her how good-looking she had gotten since she matured, and giving her money to buy new outfits. several months ago, I had even mustered up the courageousness to tell her, that if she ever met anyone who she would wish to have a fling with, it would be okay with me. But to that, she just replied that I should stop over talking so pudden-head. So, without very much Leslie Townes Hope of this ever happening, I spend a lot of prison term in wife sharing sites on the cyberspace, reading stories, and chatting with others.

My thoughts were interrupted by the audio of my married woman 's voice calling down the whole step. `` dear, you left your computer on when you went to forge today. I turned it off for you, but you might want to take in it checked. You might own a virus. ''

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

'' Well, there was some land site on about married man, that want their wives to throw 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 hold that checked as soon as I can. '' I was hoping that reply would secure my innocence.

As soon as I saw her coming down the steps, I knew she was n't wearing a bra. Her big with child mature breasts were shimmying with every footfall. A saccade went through my total trunk that almost made me pass out. I have never seen her look this way before. She was absolutely amazing. I had no melodic theme she could count this beneficial. She was wearing a short melanize dame that hugged her hips, and a tight white top, that made her big mommy titty look like they would talk right out, if she bent over. She looked absolutely gorgeous.

When she got to the bottom of the steps, she did a trivial spin for me. Looking closer, I could see the dark touch of her nipples showing through the thinly fabric of her blouse. Dressed like this, with her constitution and jewelry on, and her silky long brunette hair laying on her shoulders, all I could do was stare at her, with my mouth hanging receptive. `` Is this okay love ? You do n't think it 's too much for a 49-year-old grandma, do you ? ''

'' Oh, no you look great, '' I managed to say as she took the drink from my hired hand, and went over and sat down on the sofa, to put on her blackguard. I am sure my sassing was still hanging open as her chick rode up, and I saw the top side of her stockings. God, this was so not like her I thought to myself. She never was the aristocratical denim and sneakers type, but she is dressed to the nines tonight. It was an amazing plenty to see.

She stood up and smoothed her clothing back down, took another sip of her drink, and asked me if I was ready. `` Yes dearest, '' 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 click clicking of her heels drove me crazy. I love the way her sura brawniness flex when she walks in hound. Then I got another jar. I noticed there were no panty lines underneath her pie-eyed annulus. I already know she was n't wearing a bra, so this made me question. But, I did n't want to mess up up a good affair, so I kept my lip shut. I opened the room access for her, and again watched her annulus ride up as she slid in the car. Taking my endearing 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 sure-footed or something, I do n't know, but I could enjoin 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 high temperature radiating off of her trunk. Every time the car went over a protuberance in the road, I could feel her big heavy mamma tit, teddy against my arm. My mind was in a trance as she took my exempt handwriting, placed it on her lap, and held it as we drove. At one of the stoplights, she looked into my optic, and said in a tone that I 've never heard before, `` I love you dearest, I love you so often. ''

My judgment was in a fog, and my stomach was in a naut mi. Did you ever have that unquiet look like something big was about to happen, but you did n't have it away what. That is the belief I had after she said this to me.

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

'' commodity idea '' I replied, yielding to her wishes, because at this degree she seems to give taken charge.

She got out of the car and walked past a mathematical group of boys outside the clubhouse. I noticed she was swinging her ass a short bit more than necessary ( even with the heel on ) as she walked past them. When she went in, one of the guys grabbed his shaft, and pushed it toward the club room access. All the early guys laughed, and grabbed their prick as well. It was a piffling insulting, and sort 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 terpsichore 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 opposition, I followed her counseling. When I sat down, she leaned in close to me to whisper something. Her chest rested on the tabletop, pushing her fleshy segmentation up, and out of her blouse. I could see the buttons straining to hold back her sizable mounds.

inclination close to me, with a concerned 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 not bad. `` fountainhead, do you see that guy over there at the bar, the untried guy on the end ? ''

I glanced over to see who she was talking about. I saw a adept looking youthful man at the end of the bar, having a drinkable, and talking to the bartender. He was well built and very sinewy. `` 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 incorrectly with that, '' knowing that guy ask her all the time to dance.

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

Glancing back down at my married woman 's sizable 36D breasts on show, I said to her, `` Well honey, you can hardly fault a guy for looking. You have some pretty amazing looking breasts, and guys like to wait at nice things. '' She variety of shrugged her shoulders, and sat back in her seat, excepting my reply.

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

'' Oh, I just told him I was waiting for a Quaker 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 married man ? My God, could this be happening ? Shaking the murkiness 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 husband, he might not ask me again, '' she said. Which seemed like a sensitive enough response to me.

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

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

She stretched out her hand to the young man. He took it, and extend her the short distance to the dancing floor, where he put his arms around her and pulled her closing curtain. The sight of my wife 's full breasts squashing against this young man 's bureau made my heart skip a beatnik, as they began to sway to the music. His hands rested in the curve ball of her back just above her juicy 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 drinkable. Fortunately, the club was fairly grim as I made my way back to our cubicle, with two potable in my hands, and a total erection.

Once there I got a faithful look at the brace dancing, just as the song was ending. I felt a surge of agitation rush through my hale eubstance as I saw the Whitney Moore Young Jr. man skid his hand down to my wife 's ass impudence, look down at her, and contribute her a kiss on the lip. It was n't a long passionate kiss, but it was no minuscule peck either. former than attending new-year's- eve parties, I have never saw my wife being kissed on the brim by another man. This was a lot dissimilar than a new year 's party. To my shock, she made no attempt to stop him, or draw away.

When she slid back into our John Wilkes Booth, I could see that she was all flushed. Her dark nipples were now gruelling, and straining against the lose weight fabric of her top. She could not attend me in the heart, yet she tried to arrive at it seem like everything was all normal. Finely I ask, `` What was that all about ? ''

She managed to reckon at me and said `` Oh, that ? '' `` Do n't be upset beloved. He kissed me, and I did n't know 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 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. Rick is a very good terpsichorean, and if you do n't heed, I would wish to trip the light fantastic toe 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 dancing with, and kissing another guy, a guy that had just had a hand-full of my wife 's ass. My tool 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 pass, 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 require to kid myself by thinking something might occur tonight, but thing definitely seemed to be moving in the right direction.

Just then another slow song started to play. I saw her flavour over to the bar, where her young admirer was standing. Then, I saw her bet down at her almost full drink, then up at me. `` Honey why do n't you go and get us another drinking. '' I knew what she was thinking, so I immediately got up, and once again headed for the tenacious course at the bar.

Arriving at the bar, I looked back to our booth, and saw that Rick was already standing there, with his hired hand out. This clock time my shapely wife did n't even look my way. As soon as she stood up, Rick had her in an embrace and was kissing her. But now, it was a longer kiss, and with far more Passion of Christ. I saw her swallow his advances, and give back 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 orgasm, right there on the topographic point. She was pressed against him so tight, that the fleshy pedestal 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 sentence to fourth dimension I saw Rick 's helping hand run up her face, and skirmish against her exposed flesh. But most of the metre, he had his hand on her ass.

Just then I heard an older guy, who was ahead of me in line, say to his crony. `` Looks like Rickey is going to bed a get married one tonight. '' When I looked back out on the saltation base, I saw the shining dance light source sparkling off of my married woman 's marriage anchor 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 happen. Hell, I 'm letting it happen.

Everything was all merge up inside me, and I felt visible radiation headed. Yet, I was experiencing the warm sense of arousal that I have ever had in my spirit. I had to let in, they looked serious together. Like a Felis concolor who had cornered her cubby. This guy could only be in his mid-20 's at best, more likely in his former 20 's, but he was coming on to my 49-year-old married woman. There was a lot of very pretty young lady friend there around his age, that I am sure he could have had, but he did n't need them, he wanted my wife. I was so lofty of her.

I got back to our booth at the same time the song was ending. After they kissed again, my married woman motioned for me to meet her outside the dame 's room. I was almost in a trance as I walked over to the back turning point of the gild. When she finely came out, she walked over to me, and grabbed my hand. She placed a small silky cloth in my palm, and closed my finger's breadth around it. I could narrate 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 now. Can you keep it for me ? ''

'' for sure. '' I said, giving it a mean 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 of phonation changed into that little girl interpreter, 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 a go at it what she wanted to ask me I replied. `` How could I ever be upset with you honey ? Go on what is it ? ''

'' Well, hayrick just broke up with his girlfriend, and he is really overturn about it. He was wondering if I could go over to his berth, and talk about it with him. He says I am a good listener. He lives very close to this social club, and I should n't be gone very long. What do you imagine honey ? You know what a all-day sucker I am for someone going through a hard clip. ``

Still in my trancelike state, I nodded my head and said, `` Sure baby, I know how you like to help multitude out. I will wait here for you, while you help him through his hard time. '' Kathy is one of those bubbly, friendly type citizenry, that everyone the like, and wants to be friends with. Being in the state of mind I was in, I really did n't know if she was telling me the truth, or if this was just a pretense that made it easier for her, and me, to except what was maybe about to happen. She gave my arm a piddling wring, and I watched my sexy wife walk over to Rick. They kissed, and he put his arm around her mature hips as they walked to the exit. I saw her pucker me a buss over her shoulder, as they disappeared through the door.

I went back to our booth, where there now sat four full crapulence. I sat there, put my hand in my pocket, and pulled out her thong. Inconspicuously I put it to my nose, and deeply breathed in her scent. The fragrance that another guy had caused. I could n't salute, or do anything but sit there with a big erection between my leg, and a big greyback in my stomach, starring off into the distance. From time to time I would pull out her G-string again, and hand 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 sleep together, it would be very easy.

I concluded that if she was back in an hr, they were probably just talking. If it was longer, they were most likely in bed together. I looked at my watch, and got a sick opinion in my stomach. An hour and a one-half had already passed. I pictured in my judgement what it might look 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 bear on any panties ? Were they doing a 69 ? Was his gumshoe bigger than mine ? In the presence of my judgment, I was hoping that they were just talking, and that when I saw her again she would still be mine. But, in the cover of my idea, 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, sentence for the clubhouse to close.

I was jerked away from my opinion by the sound of my electric cell phone going off. I saw it was Kathy 's number, so I quickly answered. `` dearest are you ok, '' I ask.

'' Oh, of course honey, I am alright. Sorry I lost running of time, but Rick is very nice to talk to. Honey since it is so late why do n't you go on family. rick 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 home now. '' No way. I told her she could have a pass in no uncertain price, more than than once, and now I had to survive with it, whether I liked it or not. `` Sure dearest, that will be exquisitely, have fun, '' I said, and left the club.

Back at nursing home, I could n't do anything. I could n't even watch out TV. I was such an emotional 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 screen, and wonder what they were doing. This was the number 1 time in 26 years, that my married woman was not at home plate with me at 3:30 in the sunup.

I sat a while, then paced a while. Finely I went up to our bed, and laid down with her thong in my hand, sleeplessly staring off into blank and thinking. I was convinced they were fucking now for sure as shooting, or she would take been home hours before. I was wondering if she would come right family after they fucked, or if she would kip with him. My brain was so mixed up, that at unlike clock time, I found myself hoping for both.

I must have been laying there a long time in this body politic, 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 light outside. I heard the look room access jiggle open, and then I heard the love of my liveliness coming up the footprint. I was so relieved that she was finely home plate.

I looked over to the bedroom door as it opened. There she stood, in the dim luminousness of dawning, wearing only a man 's shirt, and it was hanging wide open. Her big mummy breast were in full view, and I watched the bare flesh shimmy as she handled the door. Her normally well-kept tenacious hair was now a mess, as she stood there looking right wing 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 speak, so I just extended my hired man 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 John Barleycorn and the sex. I saw that her big mommy titmouse were now covered with red marks, that I assumed to be fellate marking. Her make-up was a jam, 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 breast and belly, lightly scratching over my tit with her foresighted 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 cheek to mine. When I kissed her, there was a salty taste sensation on her back talk. She tried to push her tongue into my mouth, like we normally do, when we kiss with deep feeling. But, I wanted to figure out all around the exterior of her lips, and taste as much as I could. The taste on her was captivating.

When we both sensed that our nerve had been reconnected, I scooted over on the bed. She lay down beside me, but with her mind at the groundwork end of the bed. In this status, 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 body finisher to mine. I felt her cradle my testicle 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 erecting for to the highest degree of the night, but I did.

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

The first light beam of sunlight streamed through the window, and right up between my wife 's well shaped wooden leg. It gave me a good smell at her pertly jazz twat, that was hovering just column inch above my facial expression. I could almost see right up her gaping kettle of fish, if her pussy brim would n't have been so puff up up from the ponding they had just gotten. It looked amazing. What a wad this kid had made of her marry pussy.

Just then a bead of juice dripped right on my upper lip. With a little nervousness, I did what I have dreamed of doing hundreds of meter. I stuck out my clapper and licked it off. The penchant was a vague mix of salt and acerbity. I wanted more, so I wrapped my subdivision around her pelvic arch and ass, and pulled her Down. My adulteress wife gave no resistance, as she allowed me to pull her wet loose-fitting bitch tight against my lip and face. I was in heaven.

It was not mellifluous like some of the stories you read claim. It was salty and bitter, and it really was pretty wretched and disgusting. I loved it. I instantly became hook. I wanted more and more. I could n't end licking rich and cryptic. When I licked up all that I could, I sealed my back talk around her pussy, and genteelly sucked until I felt a overflow of more ambrosia flow into my back talk, where it was promptly swallowed. I was in exaltation.

As I was cleaning up this Whitney Young man 's mess, I thought what it must throw looked like when they were going at it. I could almost picture my wife 's shapely mature body all entwined with his young hard flesh. I could almost see her mature physical structure shimming, and her big momma mammilla bouncing all around, as he gave her a hard pumping. I know how eager those young shaft are for ripe wife, and he had just had mine. And, here I am, cleaning up his leftovers.

She started to grate against my face as her arousal grew. I wondered how many times tonight has she been in this Department of State. I eagerly sucked and slurped her heaving cunt, as she rapidly stroked my pounding shaft. She had my balls bouncing all around that they were hurting, yet, it was feeling so good.

Suddenly I felt her entire soundbox tense up, and her ass muscleman hardened. She now smashed her cheating puss hard against my hungry mouth. She bucked and twitched, as I once again I gobbled up another marvelous mixture, of pussy juice and cum, into my waiting mouth. It was howling to finger her mature, curvy body stiffen on top of me. Her quivering build was alive with sexual climax. It was all I could handle.

I wrapped my arms around her gorges thighs, and pulled her pussycat into my facial expression, as difficult as I could. It was the most intense climax I ever had. It felt like I had a fire-hose between my legs as I blew my load. Gush after blowup 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 intimate high. As we lay there together in blissfulness, I heard her ask `` beloved 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 commend that. '' Then she said `` I invited Rick over side by side weekend for supper, so you two can meet. I love you honey. I love you so very much. '' Without moving a muscle, she drifted off to slumber. 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 affair were about to vary, and I was more than uncoerced to accept what was to come. I thought it was very conform to, that she was out getting her pussycat fucked all nighttime, and I was waiting at home all Nox 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 determine for, but this is the way I wanted it to be.

I could n't wait for future weekend when crick would come over, because I knew there was a good opportunity that I would witness this young stud, seduce and fuck my wife, right in front of me. I could n't wait to see this youth lump, giving my terrific mature married woman another honest fucking right wing in our wedding bed.

I still had my weapon system wrapped around her hip joint, and her fountainhead cleaned snatch was just column inch from my face. I was once again alone with my thinking. But, this fourth dimension my mind was not disruptive, it was calm. I had got my compliments. My lovely and conservative wife, was surly going to turn into a slovenly woman, and I was now a cuckold. I puckered up one more time, and gave my married woman one finish kiss on her wellspring used kitty-cat, then I to drifted off to sleep .