It must give birth been about 7 PM when I walked in the door. My job had kept me a little retentive than normal, and the Friday dark dealings was imposable. I must have startled her when I called out, `` Hi dearest, I 'm dwelling. ''

She jumped a bit with frighten, but when she turned around and saw that it was me, a grinning came over her font. She said, `` Oh, I did n't hear you get home. You surprised me. '' There she stood, doing the wash, wearing only a dyad of panties and her bra, a uncommon sight to be held for my normally conservative, and garment wife.

Kathy, at 49 years old, is what most hombre would call a MILF. She stands 5'5 '' tall, and has kept off the weight over the age. She was on the skinny incline when we got married, but after the kids came, she started to develop, and break she did. She has rounded out just enough to smooth out the precipitous bound, and have that sexy mom flavour about her. You know the case I 'm talking about. She now has a 36d single-foot that still remains quite an business firm, and a great set of peg. She attracts quite a bit of attention when we are out somewhere, and she is wearing heels. The guy ca n't resist eyeing her up when she walks, and those well-rounded mommy hips 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 coat of arms, and gave her a kiss.

As we kissed, I felt her tongue push button its way between my sassing, and deeply into my mouth. I could tell she was glad to see me. When we broke our kiss, I held her in my munition, then wedged the bakshish of my fingers and my helping hand, down underneath the elastic of her panties. Feeling her soft, warm up flesh, I could n't avail but glanced over to the subject windowpane, hoping to see a peeping Tom looking in at her, but to my disappointment, there was no one there.

For the live on several years, I have been getting turned on with the idea of Kathy having sex with early men. I do n't jazz why I started thinking this way, but when I do, I just burn inside with the opinion of her being pleasured by another man. The images I create in my mind 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 intend about. These effigy 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 little drilling '' she said as we hugged. `` I was hoping you would contain me out dancing or something tonight. '' Even though dancing is not my affair, 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 mortal, which of course stirred up the phantasy that I have had for the end several years.

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

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

As I mixed her drink, the upheaval 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 hazard of her being with mortal else was slim to none. She was much too conservative. However, recently I had gotten her to start 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 month ago, I had even mustered up the bravery to say 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 halt talking so stupid. So, without much hope of this ever happening, I spend a lot of time in wife sharing sites on the Internet, reading stories, and chatting with others.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my wife 's voice calling down the steps. `` Honey, you left your figurer on when you went to work today. I turned it off for you, but you might want to have it checked. You might have 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 quiz the waters, so I called back up to her, `` Why do you say that honey ? ''

'' Well, there was some site on about married man, that want their wife to experience 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 whole tone `` Yes hone, that is disgusting. I will have that checked as soon as I can. '' I was hoping that reply would batten my innocence.

As soon as I saw her coming down the stairs, I knew she was n't wearing a bra. Her big heavy mature breasts were shimmying with every footmark. 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 amazing. I had no melodic theme she could look this good. She was wearing a short disastrous skirt that hugged her hips, and a tight white top, that made her big mommy white meat look like they would run out right out, if she bent over. She looked absolutely gorgeous.

When she got to the bottom of the footprint, she did a footling spin for me. Looking closer, I could see the nighttime spots of her tit showing through the sparse textile of her blouse. Dressed like this, with her make-up and jewelry on, and her silky long brunette hair's-breadth laying on her shoulders, all I could do was stare at her, with my sassing hanging open. `` Is this okay beloved ? You do n't retrieve it 's too a great deal for a 49-year-old nan, do you ? ''

'' Oh, no you look smashing, '' I managed to say as she took the beverage from my mitt, and went over and sat down on the sofa, to put on her blackguard. I am sure my mouth was still hanging open 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 risque denim and sneakers type, but she is dressed to the nines tonight. It was an amazing visual modality 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 make to consider her out, and designate her off.

As we walked down the driveway to the car, the click clicking of her blackguard drove me gaga. I love the way her calf muscles flex when she walks in heels. Then I got another jounce. I noticed there were no panty lines underneath her tight chick. I already know she was n't wearing a bra, so this made me wonder. But, I did n't want to mess up up a good thing, so I kept my mouth shut. I opened the door for her, and again watched her skirt razz 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 modification in her. I ca n't put my finger 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 right up against me in the car, as we drove to the gild. I could sense her perfume, and feel the heat radiating off of her body. Every clock time the car went over a bump in the route, I could feel her big grueling mommy tit, shimmy against my arm. My nous was in a trance as she took my free hired 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 dear, I love you so much. ''

My mind was in a fog, and my breadbasket was in a grayback. Did you ever have that unquiet feeling like something big was about to happen, 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 night club. `` Why do n't I go in and get us a booth while you park the car ? ``

'' dear idea '' I replied, yielding to her regard, because at this point she seems to have taken charge.

She got out of the car and walked past a group of male child outside the gild. 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 hombre grabbed his dick, and pushed it toward the order door. All the other guy laughed, and grabbed their hawkshaw as well. It was a lilliputian insulting, and variety of pissed me off, but I found myself getting a Brobdingnagian erection. I drove away to park the car.

When I got inside the dance club, I saw my wife waving to me from a blue stall near the dance flooring. 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 finis to me to whisper something. Her breasts rested on the tabletop, pushing her fleshy segmentation up, and out of her blouse. I could see the buttons straining to prevail back her sizable mounds.

Leaning stopping point to me, with a pertain look on her face, she whispered, `` Maybe I should n't cause dressed so sexy after all. ``

I asked her why not, and told her that I thought she looked bang-up. `` fountainhead, 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 drink, and talking to the bartender. He was well built and very muscular. `` Yes, I do, what about him ? ''

'' Well, '' she said. `` As soon as I sat down here, he came right over and asked me to dance. ''

Not sure where she was going with this, I simply ask her, `` Well, what 's wrong with that, '' knowing that guys ask her all the time to dance.

'' zip, but he was staring at my breasts the unanimous time he was talking to me '' she said.

Glancing back down at my married woman 's respectable 36D breasts on display, I said to her, `` wellspring honey, you can hardly blame a guy for looking. You have some pretty amazing looking breasts, and guys like to look at courteous things. '' She kind of shrugged her shoulders, and sat back in her arse, 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 words hit me like a shockwave. Why would she say that ? Why would n't she narrate him she was waiting for her husband ? My God, could this be happening ? Shaking the cloudiness from my oral sex, I thought how ridiculous 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 hubby, he might not ask me again, '' she said. Which seemed like a sensible enough response to me.

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

Getting in line I glanced back to our booth, and saw the untried man standing there, and my wife was looking at me, with a looking at of question on her face. I knew what she wanted. I simply smiled at her, and gave her a shortsighted nod of approval.

She stretched out her hand to the young man. He took it, and leave her the short aloofness to the dance storey, where he put his arms around her and pulled her stopping point. The ken of my wife 's full white meat squashing against this Whitney Moore Young Jr. man 's chest of drawers made my gist skip a heartbeat, as they began to sway to the music. His hands rested in the curve of her back just above her delicious 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 golf club was fairly dour as I made my way back to our booth, with two swallow in my hands, and a full moon erection.

Once there I got a closemouthed tone at the couple dance, just as the song was ending. I felt a surge of excitement rush through my whole body as I saw the young man slide his hand down to my wife 's ass cheek, look down at her, and kick in her a candy kiss on the brim. It was n't a long passionate buss, but it was no slight peck either. former than attending new-year's- eve parties, I have never saw my wife being kissed on the sass by another man. This was a lot different than a new year 's party. To my stupor, she made no effort to end him, or pull away.

When she slid back into our Booth, I could see that she was all rosy. Her dingy mammilla were now gruelling, and straining against the thin fabric of her top. She could not look me in the eyes, yet she tried to do it seem 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 upturned beloved. He kissed me, and I did n't know 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 reaction. 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. Rick is a very good dancer, and if you do n't beware, I would wish to trip the light fantastic toe with him again. Would you be ok with that love ? ''

I could n't trust 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 putz was so hard it hurt, as we discussed what had just happened. I reminded her of what I told her a few calendar month ago, about if she ever wanted to have a offer, 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 speak so dumb, but she said it more jokingly, and playful then before. I did n't need to kid myself by thinking something might pass tonight, but affair definitely seemed to be moving in the right direction.

Just then another slow birdsong started to meet. I saw her look over to the bar, where her young admirer was standing. Then, I saw her look down at her almost full drinkable, 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 product line at the bar.

Arriving at the bar, I looked back to our kiosk, and saw that crick was already standing there, with his manus out. This 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 mania. I saw her live with his advances, and return the buss in kind. My gut was in mile as I watched them walk arm and arm to the terpsichore flooring.

As they began to trip the light fantastic, I witnessed something that almost made me have an coming, right there on the topographic point. She was pressed against him so tight, that the sarcoid base 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 incline of her blouse, than a lot of other women even have. From time to fourth dimension I saw hayrick 's hand run up her side, and brush against her discover chassis. But most of the fourth dimension, he had his hand on her ass.

Just then I heard an older guy, who was ahead of me in note, say to his crony. `` Looks like Rickey is going to bed a married one tonight. '' When I looked back out on the dance flooring, I saw the promising dance sparkle sparkling off of my wife 's wedding ring, as she ran her fingers through his fuzz, 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 find. netherworld, I 'm letting it happen.

Everything was all coalesce up inside me, and I felt light headed. Yet, I was experiencing the unattackable horse sense of foreplay that I have ever had in my biography. I had to admit, they looked good together. Like a cougar who had cornered her cubby. This guy could only be in his mid-20 's at best, more in all probability in his early on 20 's, but he was coming on to my 49-year-old wife. There was a lot of very pretty Whitney Young female child there around his age, that I am sure he could birth had, but he did n't want them, he wanted my wife. I was so proud of her.

I got back to our booth at the Saami time the song was ending. After they kissed again, my married woman motioned for me to meet her outside the gentlewoman 's room. I was almost in a trance as I walked over to the back corner of the nine. When she finely came out, she walked over to me, and grabbed my handwriting. She placed a humble silky cloth in my palm tree, and closed my finger around it. I could differentiate 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 tight squeeze, then putting it in my pocket, still in an almost enchantment like state.

Then she moved close to me, and started rubbing my arm. Her smell of voice changed into that little female child voice, that she always uses on me when she wants something. `` dearest, '' she said, `` I want to ask you something, and delight do n't get upset with me. ''

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

'' Well, crick just broke up with his girlfriend, and he is really upset about it. He was wondering if I could go over to his shoes, and lecture about it with him. He says I am a full listener. He lives very close to this club, and I should n't be gone very long. What do you call up honey ? You know what a soft touch I am for someone going through a hard time. ``

Still in my trancelike state, I nodded my head and said, `` Sure baby, I know how you like to help people out. I will hold off here for you, while you help him through his unmanageable time. '' Kathy is one of those bubbly, friendly case people, that everyone likes, and wants to be Quaker with. Being in the state of mind I was in, I really did n't sleep with if she was telling me the Truth, or if this was just a pretense that made it leisurely for her, and me, to except what was maybe about to pass. She gave my arm a little squeeze, and I watched my sexy wife walking over to rick. They kissed, and he put his arm around her mature coxa as they walked to the going. I saw her pucker me a candy kiss 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 scent that another guy had caused. I could n't drink, or do anything but sit there with a big erection between my branch, and a big mi in my stomach, starring off into the aloofness. From clip to time I would rip out her thong again, and commit it another snuff. How long would she be gone ? Is she really just talking to him, or are they fucking ? I thought about her not having on a bra or panties when they left. If they were going to jazz, 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 likely in bed together. I looked at my watch, and got a sick tactile sensation in my tum. An hour and a half had already passed. I pictured in my mind what it might look like for that Whitney Young stud, to be laying on top of my wife, grinding his hip 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 deliver on any step-in ? Were they doing a 69 ? Was his dick bigger than mine ? In the battlefront 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 mind, 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, fourth dimension for the gild to close.

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

'' Oh, of track honey, I am fine. Sorry I lost track of time, but Rick is very nice to talk to. dearest since it is so late why do n't you go on home. crick said he will repel 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 stimulate a fling in no unsettled condition, to a greater extent than once, and now I had to live with it, whether I liked it or not. `` certainly beloved, that will be okay, have fun, '' I said, and left the club.

Back at home, I could n't do anything. I could n't even watch TV. I was such an emotional 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 filmdom, and wonder what they were doing. This was the showtime time in 26 geezerhood, that my wife was not at menage 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 script, sleeplessly staring off into outer space and thinking. I was convinced they were fucking now for trusted, or she would receive been home hours before. I was wondering if she would arrive right field domicile after they fucked, or if she would sleep with him. My mind was so mixed up, that at different clip, I found myself hoping for both.

I must cause been laying there a longsighted prison term in this 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 light outside. I heard the presence door jiggle opened, and then I heard the love of my life coming up the pace. I was so relieved that she was finely home.

I looked over to the bedroom door as it opened. There she stood, in the dim igniter of forenoon, wearing only a man 's shirt, and it was hanging all-embracing clear. Her big mommy tits were in good view, and I watched the bare flesh shimmy as she handled the door. Her normally well-kept long hair was now a mess, as she stood there looking right at me. I did n't cognize 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 talk, 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 strong drink and the sex. I saw that her big mommy tits were now covered with red marks, that I assumed to be suck up sign. Her make-up was a wad, 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 nipples with her long red fingernails. She looked at me and ask again, `` Honey is everything ok ? ''

'' Yes, my honey, it has never been better. '' I said, as I reached up and pulled her pretty face to mine. When I kissed her, there was a salty taste on her brim. She tried to push her tongue into my rima oris, like we normally do, when we kiss with deep opinion. But, I wanted to lick all around the outside of her lips, and taste as much as I could. The mouthful 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 position, the smell of the musk between her legs was even stronger. It was spellbinding. I felt her grab hold of my shaft, and lightly set about to stroke me, as she snuggled her eubstance finisher to mine. I felt her cradle my ball dismission with one hand, as she lightly scratched up and down my shaft with her fingernails. This was amazing. I did n't intend I could get hard, again after having an erection for most of the dark, but I did.

My sexed-up married woman quickened her strokes on my cock, as she felt it harden. Then she repositioned herself by crawling in top of me, with a human knee on each side of my head teacher. I could find her hair hanging on my second joint, and feel her heavy melon dangling on my belly as she stroked my pounding peter. This was nonplus, I could hardly believe this was happening. Having my used wife laying on top of me, smelling like a whore, and stroking my cock like a slut, was way more titillating than I ever imagined.

The first beams of sunlight streamed through the window, and right up between my married woman 's well shaped ramification. It gave me a goodness face at her saucily fucked pussy, that was hovering just in above my face. I could almost see justly up her breach fix, if her purulent lips would n't give birth been so puff up up from the ponding they had just gotten. It looked amazing. What a mess this kid had made of her espouse pussy.

Just then a drop of succus dripped right on my pep pill lip. With a little nervousness, I did what I have dreamed of doing one C of times. I stuck out my tongue and licked it off. The sense of taste was a faint-hearted mix of salt and bitterness. I wanted more, so I wrapped my blazon around her hip and ass, and pulled her down feather. My loose woman married woman gave no resistance, as she allowed me to pull her wet sloppy bitch tight against my mouth and boldness. I was in heaven.

It was not sweet like some of the stories you read claim. It was salty and bitterness, and it really was pretty worthless and disgusting. I loved it. I instantly became addicted. I wanted more and more. I could n't quit licking cryptic and deeper. When I licked up all that I could, I sealed my lips around her snatch, and genteelly sucked until I felt a inundation of more nectar flow into my mouth, where it was promptly swallowed. I was in Adam.

As I was cleaning up this young man 's mint, I thought what it must give looked like when they were going at it. I could almost picture my wife 's shapely mature body all entwined with his young hard human body. I could almost see her mature body shimming, and her big mama tits bouncing all around, as he gave her a hard pumping. I know how aegir those Lester Willis Young turncock are for mature wives, and he had just had mine. And, here I am, cleaning up his leftovers.

She started to grind 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 panting cunt, as she rapidly stroked my pounding cock. She had my testicle bouncing all around that they were hurting, yet, it was feeling so good.

Suddenly I felt her entire organic structure tense up, and her ass sinew hardened. She now smashed her cheating cunt hard against my thirsty lip. She bucked and twitched, as I once again I gobbled up another marvellous mixed bag, of pussy juice and cum, into my waiting mouth. It was wonderful to feel her mature, curvy body stiffen on top of me. Her quivering flesh was alive with orgasm. It was all I could handle.

I wrapped my subdivision around her gorge thighs, and pulled her pussy into my aspect, 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. effusion after flush 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 second.

Finally, she collapsed on top of me as we both descended from our intimate high gear. As we lay there together in bliss, I heard her ask `` dearest 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 Rick over next weekend for supper, so you two can touch. I love you honey. I love you so often. '' Without moving a brawniness, she drifted off to sleep. She had a hanker 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 switch, and I was more than willing to take over what was to make out. I thought it was very go, that she was out getting her pussy fucked all night, and I was waiting at home all night with a raging erection. Yet, at the end of the night, all I got was a 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 adjacent weekend when hayrick would come over, because I knew there was a skillful prospect that I would find this young he-man, seduce and fuck my wife, right in front of me. I could n't wait to see this young hunk, giving my wonderful mature married woman another effective fucking right in our matrimony bed.

I still had my arms wrapped around her hips, and her well cleaned slit was just inches from my grimace. I was once again alone with my thoughts. But, this time my intellect was not turbulent, it was calm. I had got my wish. My lovely and conservative wife, was surly going to work into a slut, and I was now a cuckold. I puckered up one more prison term, and gave my wife one last kiss on her fountainhead used twat, then I to drifted off to sleep .