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 dark traffic was imposable. I must have startled her when I called out, `` Hi love, I 'm home. ''

She jumped a bit with fear, 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 domicile. You surprised me. '' There she stood, doing the wash, wearing only a duo of pantie and her bra, a rare stack to be held for my normally button-down, and line up married woman.

Kathy, at 49 yr old, is what nearly guys would foretell a MILF. She stands 5'5 '' tall, and has kept off the weighting over the age. She was on the scrawny side when we got marital, but after the small fry came, she started to develop, and develop she did. She has rounded out just enough to smooth out the sharp edges, and have that sexy mom look about her. You know the eccentric I 'm talking about. She now has a 36d rack that still remains quite business firm, and a great set of legs. She attracts quite a bit of attention when we are out somewhere, and she is wearing heel. The guy ca n't protest eyeing her up when she walks, and those all-around momma rose hip start to rock.

As I made my way over to my brunette beauty, 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 implements of war, and gave her a kiss.

As we kissed, I felt her spit push its way between my lips, and deeply into my sass. I could tell she was glad to see me. When we broke our osculation, I held her in my arms, then wedged the tips of my finger's breadth and my hired man, down underneath the elastic of her pantie. Feeling her easy, warm soma, I could n't serve 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 lowest 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 thought of her being pleasured by another man. The icon I create in my mind of her with other men, bring out a intimate rousing in me that is beyond anything I ever felt before. It 's all I can retrieve about. These images flash through my head when I 'm making erotic 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 drilling '' she said as we hugged. `` I was hoping you would train me out dancing or something tonight. '' Even though dancing is not my thing, I was always Thomas More than happy to engage her out to a club, so she could relish herself. Sometimes she would even dance with someone, which of path stirred up the illusion that I have had for the last several years.

'' Sure honey, if you want to go dancing, that 's what we will do. My sugariness stunner deserves a night out. '' I saw the sparkle in her oculus as I was speaking.

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

As I mixed her boozing, 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 saltation. The fortune of her being with someone else was slim down to none. She was much too conservativist. However, recently I had gotten her to bulge dressing a short 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 recite 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 terminate talking so stupid. So, without much promise of this ever happening, I spend a lot of clock time in wife sharing sites on the Internet, reading floor, and chatting with others.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my married woman 's vocalization calling down the footfall. `` Honey, you left your estimator on when you went to sour today. I turned it off for you, but you might want to induce it checked. You might bear a computer virus. ''

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

'' Well, there was some situation on about husbands, that want their married woman 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 stairs `` Yes hone, that is disgusting. I will get 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 heavily mature breast were shimmying with every footfall. A saccade went through my stallion soundbox that almost made me lead out. I have never seen her look this way before. She was absolutely baffle. I had no idea she could look this commodity. She was wearing a abruptly shameful bird that hugged her hips, and a miserly E. B. White 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 bottom of the steps, she did a little spin for me. Looking closer, I could see the dark spots of her nipples showing through the thin framework of her blouse. Dressed like this, with her make-up and jewelry on, and her silky long brunette hair laying on her shoulders, all I could do was stare at her, with my oral fissure hanging open. `` Is this okay beloved ? You do n't think 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 drink from my hired man, and went over and sat down on the sofa, to put on her hound. I am sure my mouth was still hanging opened 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 dungaree and sneakers type, but she is dressed to the club tonight. It was an stupefy sight to see.

She stood up and smoothed her article of clothing back down, took another sip of her drink, and asked me if I was set up. `` Yes honey, '' I replied. God, I was more than prepare to necessitate her out, and show her off.

As we walked down the drive to the car, the click clicking of her heels push me crazy. I love the way her calfskin muscles flex when she walks in blackguard. Then I got another shock. I noticed there were no step-in tune underneath her mean dame. I already know she was n't wearing a bra, so this made me enquire. But, I did n't desire to mess up up a dear 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 lovely wife out, dressed like this, was something I had day-dreamed about for years. I sensed a modification in her. I ca n't put my finger's breadth on it, but she seemed to be more confident or something, I do n't know, but I could tell something was different.

Kathy sat in good order up against me in the car, as we drove to the club. I could sense her fragrance, and palpate the estrus radiating off of her body. Every time the car went over a bump in the road, I could experience her big gruelling mammy tit, shimmy against my arm. My mind was in a trance as she took my free hand, placed it on her lap, and held it as we drove. At one of the stoplights, she looked into my heart, and said in a tone that I 've never heard before, `` I love you honey, I love you so much. ''

My psyche was in a fog, and my stomach was in a knot. Did you ever have that uneasy smell like something big was about to occur, but you did n't know 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 club. `` Why do n't I go in and get us a booth while you park the car ? ``

'' in force idea '' I replied, yielding to her compliments, because at this full point she seems to have taken charge.

She got out of the car and walked past a group of boy outside the golf club. I noticed she was swinging her ass a little bit more than requirement ( even with the blackguard on ) as she walked past them. When she went in, one of the guys grabbed his dick, and pushed it toward the golf club door. All the other guy laughed, and grabbed their gumshoe as well. It was a picayune insulting, and kind of pissed me off, but I found myself getting a Brobdingnagian hard-on. I drove away to park the car.

When I got inside the dance club, I saw my married woman waving to me from a dark-skinned booth near the dance level. 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 focus. When I sat down, she leaned in close to me to whisper something. Her boob rested on the tabletop, pushing her fleshy segmentation up, and out of her blouse. I could see the push button straining to hold back her sizable mounds.

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

I asked her why not, and told her that I thought she looked dandy. `` 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 young man at the end of the bar, having a boozing, and talking to the bartender. 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 for sure where she was going with this, I simply ask her, `` Well, what 's wrong with that, '' knowing that guy cable ask her all the time to dance.

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

Glancing back down at my wife 's sizable 36D tit on display, I said to her, `` wellspring dearest, you can hardly blame a guy for looking. You have some pretty amazing looking knocker, and guy wire like to look at decent things. '' She kind of shrugged her shoulder joint, and sat back in her backside, 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 trip the light fantastic now, but maybe later. Again, her Logos hit me like a shockwave. Why would she say that ? Why would n't she tell him she was waiting for her hubby ? My God, could this be happening ? Shaking the cloudiness from my head, I thought how ridiculous I was thinking. This was all my imaginativeness. I asked her why she told him that. `` I just thought that if he knew you were my married man, he might not ask me again, '' she said. Which seemed like a sensible enough result to me.

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

getting in line I glanced back to our cubicle, and saw the young man standing there, and my wife was looking at me, with a look of question on her brass. I knew what she wanted. I simply smiled at her, and gave her a short nod of blessing.

She stretched out her hand to the young man. He took it, and lead her the short distance to the dance story, where he put his arms around her and pulled her ending. The sight of my wife 's full white meat squashing against this new man 's chest of drawers made my heart skip a round, as they began to persuade to the music. His helping hand rested in the curvature of her backrest 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 fantasy back to life, as I got our drinks. Fortunately, the society 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 look at the span dancing, just as the Song was ending. I felt a surge of excitement Benjamin Rush through my completely body as I saw the young man slide his hand down to my wife 's ass cheek, look down at her, and give her a kiss on the lips. It was n't a yearn passionate kiss, but it was no little peck either. Other than attending new-year's- eve company, I have never saw my wife being kissed on the lips by another man. This was a lot different than a new year 's company. To my shock, she made no effort to stop over him, or pull away.

When she slid back into our stall, I could see that she was all flushed. Her dark nipples were now hard, and straining against the sparse fabric of her top. She could not look me in the eyes, yet she tried to make believe 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 trouble beloved. He kissed me, and I did n't recognise what to do. It was like an automatic affair, 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 response. Besides that, he is a very good looking young man, and I am surely 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. crick is a very beneficial professional dancer, and if you do n't bear in mind, I would wish to dance with him again. Would you be ok with that dearest ? ''

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 wife 's ass. My cock was so hard it hurt, as we discussed what had just happened. I reminded her of what I told her a few months ago, about if she ever wanted to have a spree, she was discharge to do so. But, this clip she did n't seem so turned off by it. She just told me not to blab so dim, but she said it more jokingly, and playful then before. I did n't need to kid myself by thinking something might come about tonight, but things definitely seemed to be moving in the right direction.

Just then another slow Sung dynasty started to represent. I saw her face over to the bar, where her young booster was standing. Then, I saw her search down at her almost wide drink, then up at me. `` dear 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 line at the bar.

Arriving at the bar, I looked back to our booth, and saw that kink was already standing there, with his hand out. This clip my shapely wife did n't even look my way. As soon as she stood up, rick had her in an embracing and was kissing her. But now, it was a longer kiss, and with far more mania. I saw her assume his improvement, and come back the buss in kind. My gut was in slub as I watched them walk arm and arm to the dance floor.

As they began to trip the light fantastic toe, I witnessed something that almost made me have an sexual climax, right there on the spot. She was pressed against him so tight, that the heavy base of her breasts, was bulging out the arm of her top. My god, that looked so hot. There was Sir Thomas More of her tit bulging out the side of her blouse, than a lot of other fair sex even have. From clock time to clip I saw Rick 's hand run up her side, and brush against her exhibit shape. But well-nigh of the time, he had his hand on her ass.

Just then I heard an erstwhile guy, who was ahead of me in line, say to his buddy. `` Looks like Rickey is going to bed a married one tonight. '' When I looked back out on the dance storey, I saw the bright dance lights sparkling off of my wife 's marriage ceremony ring, as she ran her digit through his hair's-breadth, 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 chance. Inferno, I 'm letting it happen.

Everything was all mixed up inside me, and I felt twinkle headed. Yet, I was experiencing the strongest sense of foreplay that I have ever had in my life history. I had to intromit, they looked good together. Like a painter who had cornered her cubby. This guy could only be in his mid-20 's at best, more likely in his early 20 's, but he was coming on to my 49-year-old wife. There was a lot of very pretty young young lady there around his age, that I am sure he could have had, but he did n't desire them, he wanted my wife. I was so proud of her.

I got back to our booth at the like fourth dimension the song was ending. After they kissed again, my wife motioned for me to fulfill her outside the noblewoman 's room. I was almost in a spell as I walked over to the back turning point of the club. When she finely came out, she walked over to me, and grabbed my script. She placed a humble silky cloth in my palm, and closed my digit around it. I could tell 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 enough. '' I said, giving it a close wring, then putting it in my pouch, still in an almost trance like state.

Then she moved close to me, and started rubbing my arm. Her tone of voice changed into that minuscule young lady 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 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 girl, and he is really broken about it. He was wondering if I could go over to his shoes, and verbalise about it with him. He says I am a upright attender. He lives very close to this club, and I should n't be gone very long. What do you think honey ? You know what a mug I am for soul going through a grueling time. ``

Still in my trancelike state, I nodded my head and said, `` sure enough baby, I know how you like to facilitate people out. I will wait here for you, while you help him through his difficult clock time. '' Kathy is one of those champagne, friendly character people, that everyone the like, and wants to be friends with. Being in the province of mind I was in, I really did n't know if she was telling me the the true, or if this was just a guise that made it prosperous for her, and me, to except what was maybe about to materialise. She gave my arm a trivial squeezing, 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 ruck me a buss 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 scent. The odour that another guy had caused. I could n't toast, or do anything but sit there with a big erecting between my legs, and a big knot in my stomach, starring off into the space. From time to prison term I would pull out her thong again, and turn over 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 probable in bed together. I looked at my vigil, and got a sick tone in my stomach. An hour and a half had already passed. I pictured in my mind what it might look like for that young scantling, 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 chick and blouse, since she did n't have on any panties ? Were they doing a 69 ? Was his dick grownup than mine ? In the strawman 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 book binding of my head, I was hoping she was surrendering herself to him. I looked at my watch again. Over two hours had passed. It was now almost 2 am, meter for the ball club to close.

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

'' Oh, of trend honey, I am fine. Sorry I lost track of meter, but Rick is very nice to let the cat out of the bag to. Honey since it is so late why do n't you go on house. hayrick said he will ride 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 condition, to a greater extent than once, and now I had to live with it, whether I liked it or not. `` Sure honey, that will be fine, have fun, '' I said, and left the club.

Back at menage, 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 preferent wife sharing web website, and masturbate, but all I could do was just stare at the filmdom, and wonder what they were doing. This was the first time in 26 geezerhood, that my wife was not at home with me at 3:30 in the morning.

I sat a while, then paced a while. Finely I went up to our bed, and laid down with her thong in my bridge player, sleeplessly staring off into distance and mentation. I was convinced they were fucking now for sure, or she would have been home minute before. I was wondering if she would come up aright habitation after they fucked, or if she would sleep with him. My mind was so merge up, that at dissimilar times, I found myself hoping for both.

I must receive been laying there a tenacious meter in this United States Department of State, because when I heard a disturbance outside in the driveway I looked at the clock. It read 6:30 am, and it was beginning to get get off outside. I heard the social movement door jiggle assailable, and then I heard the love of my life coming up the steps. I was so save that she was finely rest home.

I looked over to the bedroom doorway as it opened. There she stood, in the dim light of break of day, wearing only a man 's shirt, and it was hanging wide open. Her big mommy tits were in entire view, and I watched the bare flesh shimmy as she handled the threshold. Her normally shipshape long hair's-breadth was now a mess, as she stood there looking rightfulness at me. I did n't experience what to say. I have never seen her so beautiful in all my life. All I could do was stare at her.

'' honey are you ok ? '' she asks still looking right at me. I could n't utter, so I just extended my hand to her. She took my que, and walked over and sat beside me on the boundary bed. When she got close to me, I could smell the liquor and the sex. I saw that her big mammy tits were now covered with red marks, that I assumed to be suck marks. Her constitution was a mess, and one of her earrings was missing. I was so happy to stimulate her beside me again.

She reached out and started to rub my bare bureau and belly, lightly scratching over my mamilla with her longsighted red fingernails. She looked at me and ask again, `` beloved is everything ok ? ''

'' Yes, my love, it has never been better. '' I said, as I reached up and pulled her pretty boldness to mine. When I kissed her, there was a salty taste on her lips. She tried to push her tongue into my mouth, like we normally do, when we kiss with deep impression. But, I wanted to lap up all around the exterior of her backtalk, and mouthful as a great deal as I could. The discernment 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 head at the foot end of the bed. In this position, the odor of the musk between her peg was even solid. It was mesmeric. I felt her snatch detainment of my beam, and lightly begin to stroke me, as she snuggled her consistence closer to mine. I felt her cradle my ball sack with one paw, as she lightly scratched up and down my cock with her fingernails. This was amazing. I did n't call back I could get hard, again after having an erection for most of the Night, but I did.

My sexed-up married woman quickened her fortuity on my tool, as she felt it harden. Then she repositioned herself by crawling in top of me, with a knee on each position of my pass. I could sense her pilus hanging on my thigh, and feel her lowering melon dangling on my belly as she stroked my throb hammer. 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 turncock like a strumpet, was way more erotic than I ever imagined.

The first light beam of sunlight streamed through the windowpane, and right up between my wife 's well shaped wooden leg. It gave me a good feel at her freshly get it on pussy, that was hovering just inches above my face. I could almost see right up her yaw jam, if her pussy lips would n't let been so pant up from the ponding they had just gotten. It looked amazing. What a mess this kid had made of her marry pussy.

Just then a drib of juice dripped right on my upper lip. With a minuscule restiveness, I did what I have dreamed of doing century of times. I stuck out my tongue and licked it off. The taste was a light mix of salt and bitterness. I wanted more, so I wrapped my arms around her hips and ass, and pulled her down. My slut wife gave no immunity, as she allowed me to overstretch her wet quaggy pussy tight against my mouth and typeface. I was in heaven.

It was not sweet like some of the news report you read claim. It was salty and bitterness, and it really was pretty ugly and disgusting. I loved it. I instantly became addicted. I wanted more and more. I could n't stop licking mysterious and deep. When I licked up all that I could, I sealed my lips around her snatch, and genteelly sucked until I felt a flood of more than nectar catamenia into my mouthpiece, where it was promptly swallowed. I was in ecstasy.

As I was cleaning up this young 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 body all entwined with his Cy Young hard flesh. I could almost see her mature body shimming, and her big mommy tit bouncing all around, as he gave her a operose pumping. I know how eager those young cocks are for maturate wives, and he had just had mine. And, here I am, cleaning up his leftovers.

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

Suddenly I felt her entire torso tense up, and her ass muscles hardened. She now smashed her cheating puss hard against my hungry rima oris. She bucked and twitched, as I once again I gobbled up another marvelous commixture, of slit juice and cum, into my waiting rima oris. It was grand to sense her mature, curvy consistency stiffen on top of me. Her quivering form was alive with orgasm. It was all I could handle.

I wrapped my arms around her gorges thighs, and pulled her pussy into my face, as hard as I could. It was the most intense orgasm I ever had. It felt like I had a fire-hose between my ramification as I blew my lode. Gush after gush of pend up foreplay, from so many twelvemonth of fantasy, was now being released. It was beyond what I ever thought possible. We twitched, and pulsated together for various minutes.

Finally, she collapsed on top of me as we both descended from our sexual heights. As we lay there together in bliss, I heard her ask `` beloved is it ok that I gave haystack 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 Rick over succeeding weekend for supper, so you two can meet. I love you honey. I love you so practically. '' Without moving a muscularity, she drifted off to sleep. She had a long night.

I should have been shocked when she said this, but I was n't. This is because I knew that 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 pussy fucked all night, and I was waiting at home base all night with a raging hard-on. Yet, at the end of the Nox, all I got was a helping hand 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 crick would come over, because I knew there was a good probability that I would witness this Whitney Moore Young Jr. studhorse, seduce and sleep together my married woman, right in presence of me. I could n't wait to see this Whitney Young hunk, giving my wonderful mature wife another practiced ass right in our wedding bed.

I still had my arms wrapped around her hips, and her wellspring cleaned twat was just in from my face. I was once again alone with my sentiment. But, this clock time my mind was not roily, it was equanimity. I had got my wish. My pin-up and conservative wife, was surly going to turn into a slut, and I was now a cuckold. I puckered up one more meter, and gave my wife one last buss on her well used pussy, then I to drifted off to sleep .