It must stimulate been about 7 PM when I walked in the door. My job had kept me a little tenacious than formula, and the Friday night traffic was imposable. I must have startled her when I called out, `` Hi honey, I 'm dwelling house. ''

She jumped a bit with fear, but when she turned around and saw that it was me, a smile came over her face. She said, `` Oh, I did n't hear you get base. You surprised me. '' There she stood, doing the wash, wearing only a couple of panties and her bra, a rare sight to be held for my normally conservative, and dressed wife.

Kathy, at 49 yr old, is what nigh guy cable would cry a MILF. She stands 5'5 '' tall, and has kept off the weight over the years. She was on the skinny side when we got get hitched with, but after the tiddler came, she started to originate, and develop she did. She has rounded out just enough to smooth out the crisp edge, and have that sexy mom feeling about her. You know the type I 'm talking about. She now has a 36d wheel that still remains quite business firm, and a bang-up set of peg. She attracts quite a bit of aid when we are out somewhere, and she is wearing heels. The guys ca n't resist eyeing her up when she walks, and those well-rounded mom hips start to rock.

As I made my way over to my brunet mantrap, that I had married 26 year ago, she asked how my day went. `` It is going a lot better now, '' I said, as I gathered her into my arms, and gave her a kiss.

As we kissed, I felt her tongue push its way between my brim, and deeply into my mouth. I could tell she was beaming to see me. When we broke our candy kiss, I held her in my arms, then wedged the tips of my fingers and my men, down underneath the elastic of her panties. Feeling her diffuse, warm flesh, I could n't aid but glanced over to the open windowpane, hoping to see a peeping Tom looking in at her, but to my disappointment, there was no one there.

For the finally various years, I have been getting turned on with the musical theme 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 images I create in my brain 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 think about. These image flash through my mind when I 'm making love life 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 boring '' she said as we hugged. `` I was hoping you would lead me out dancing or something tonight. '' Even though dance is not my thing, I was always More than happy to hold her out to a club, so she could savour herself. Sometimes she would even dance with someone, which of course stirred up the fantasy that I have had for the live several years.

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

'' Great, I 'll go up and get set up. 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 mama ass, a sexy piddling shingle 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 dance. The hazard of her being with someone else was slim to none. She was much too conservative. However, recently I had gotten her to get dressing a little sexier, by telling her how good-looking she had gotten since she matured, and giving her money to buy new rig. various calendar month ago, I had even mustered up the courage to narrate her, that if she ever met anyone who she would wish to cause a fling with, it would be okay with me. But to that, she just replied that I should stop talking so stupid. So, without a good deal hope of this ever happening, I spend a lot of time in married woman sharing sites on the Internet, reading level, and chatting with others.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my wife 's articulation calling down the steps. `` Honey, you left your estimator on when you went to lick today. I turned it off for you, but you might need to have it checked. You might bear a computer virus. ''

I was immediately shocked out of my dream state by her wrangle. 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 site on about husbands, that want their wife 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 steps `` Yes hone, that is disgusting. I will have got 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 whole tone, I knew she was n't wearing a bra. Her big heavy mature white meat were shimmying with every step. A jolt went through my entire consistence that almost made me drop dead out. I have never seen her spirit this way before. She was absolutely amazing. I had no estimation she could look this soundly. She was wearing a short black chick that hugged her pelvis, and a tight white top, that made her big mommy white meat look like they would slop right out, if she bent over. She looked absolutely gorgeous.

When she got to the stern of the steps, she did a small spin for me. Looking closer, I could see the dark daub of her nipples showing through the thin fabric of her blouse. Dressed like this, with her make-up and jewellery on, and her silky prospicient brunet tomentum laying on her berm, all I could do was stare at her, with my sassing hanging afford. `` Is this okay love ? You do n't think it 's too lots for a 49-year-old grandma, do you ? ''

'' Oh, no you look bang-up, '' I managed to say as she took the drink from my paw, and went over and sat down on the sofa, to put on her bounder. I am certain my mouth was still hanging open as her annulus 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 dreary dungaree and sneakers type, but she is dressed to the nine-spot tonight. It was an amazing sight 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 honey, '' I replied. God, I was more than set up to conduct 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 calf muscles flex when she walks in bounder. Then I got another jolt. I noticed there were no pantie descent underneath her tight bird. 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 thoroughly affair, so I kept my oral cavity 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 change in her. I ca n't put my finger on it, but she seemed to be more convinced or something, I do n't live, but I could tell something was different.

Kathy sat right hand up against me in the car, as we drove to the club. I could smell her perfume, and feel the warmth radiating off of her soundbox. Every time the car went over a bump in the road, I could feel her big heavy mum 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 eyes, and said in a tincture that I 've never heard before, `` I love you dear, I love you so much. ''

My judgement was in a fog, and my tummy was in a knot. Did you ever have that uneasy impression like something big was about to happen, but you did n't know what. That is the tactile sensation 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 ? ``

'' adept melodic theme '' I replied, yielding to her compliments, because at this power point she seems to accept taken charge.

She got out of the car and walked past a radical of boys outside the club. I noticed she was swinging her ass a short bit more than necessity ( even with the heels on ) as she walked past them. When she went in, one of the cat grabbed his dick, and pushed it toward the society threshold. All the other guys laughed, and grabbed their putz as well. It was a little insulting, and sort of pissed me off, but I found myself getting a vast hard-on. I drove away to park the car.

When I got inside the saltation clubhouse, I saw my wife 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 resistance, I followed her commission. When I sat down, she leaned in close to me to whisper something. Her breasts rested on the tabletop, pushing her fleshy cleavage up, and out of her blouse. I could see the buttons straining to obligate back her sizable mounds.

list close to me, with a interest look on her face, she whispered, `` Maybe I should n't give birth dressed so aphrodisiac after all. ``

I asked her why not, and told her that I thought she looked nifty. `` fountainhead, do you see that guy over there at the bar, the vernal guy on the end ? ''

I glanced over to see who she was talking about. I saw a soundly looking Loretta Young man at the end of the bar, having a drink, and talking to the barkeeper. 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 wrong with that, '' knowing that Guy ask her all the time to dance.

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

Glancing back down at my wife 's healthy 36D breast on showing, I said to her, `` Well honey, you can hardly blame a guy for looking. You have some pretty amazing looking breasts, and bozo like to attend at courteous things. '' She kind of shrugged her shoulder joint, 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 Friend from body of 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 narrate him she was waiting for her husband ? My God, could this be happening ? Shaking the cloudiness from my headway, I thought how laughable 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 husband, he might not ask me again, '' she said. Which seemed like a reasonable enough answer to me.

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

acquiring in line I glanced back to our booth, and saw the untested man standing there, and my wife was looking at me, with a look of motion on her face. I knew what she wanted. I simply smiled at her, and gave her a shortsighted nod of favorable reception.

She stretched out her bridge player to the young man. He took it, and go her the brusque distance to the saltation base, where he put his weapons system around her and pulled her close. The sight of my wife 's full breasts squashing against this young man 's chest made my heart skip a beat, as they began to swing to the euphony. His hand rested in the bend of her cover just above her scrumptious 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 drinking. Fortunately, the club was fairly dark as I made my way back to our booth, with two swallow in my hands, and a full phase of the moon erecting.

Once there I got a closer feel at the twain dancing, just as the vocal was ending. I felt a surge of fervor rush through my wholly soundbox as I saw the young man slide his hand down to my wife 's ass face, front down at her, and give her a osculation on the lips. It was n't a yearn passionate candy kiss, but it was no niggling mass either. early than attending new-year's- eve parties, I have never saw my married woman being kissed on the lips by another man. This was a lot different than a new yr 's party. To my jar, she made no effort to terminate him, or pull away.

When she slid back into our booth, I could see that she was all level. Her dark tit were now hard, and straining against the slim down fabric of her top. She could not expect me in the eye, yet she tried to make it seem like everything was all rule. Finely I ask, `` What was that all about ? ''

She managed to look at me and said `` Oh, that ? '' `` Do n't be upset honey. He kissed me, and I did n't bang what to do. It was like an robotlike 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 sound looking Lester Willis Young 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. kink is a very good dancer, and if you do n't bear in mind, I would like 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 married woman. We were talking about her terpsichore with, and kissing another guy, a guy that had just had a hand-full of my wife 's ass. My hammer 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 fling, she was free to do so. But, this clip she did n't seem so turned off by it. She just told me not to spill so slow, but she said it more jokingly, and playful then before. I did n't want to kid myself by thinking something might happen tonight, but matter definitely seemed to be moving in the properly direction.

Just then another slow song started to play. I saw her facial expression over to the bar, where her young friend 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 drunkenness. '' I knew what she was thinking, so I immediately got up, and once again headed for the tenacious line at the bar.

Arriving at the bar, I looked back to our kiosk, and saw that Rick was already standing there, with his 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 embracing and was kissing her. But now, it was a longer snog, and with far to a greater extent passion. I saw her admit his advances, and retort the kiss in kind. My gut was in mile as I watched them walk arm and arm to the dance story.

As they began to dance, I witnessed something that almost made me have an coming, right there on the spot. She was pressed against him so tight, that the heavy root word of her breasts, was bulging out the arm 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 char even have. From time to prison term I saw Rick 's helping hand run up her side of meat, and brush against her exposed material body. But near of the time, he had his helping hand on her ass.

Just then I heard an onetime guy, who was ahead of me in line, say to his pal. `` Looks like Rickey is going to bed a married one tonight. '' When I looked back out on the dance floor, I saw the bright saltation lights sparkling off of my wife 's wedding ceremony 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. sin, I 'm letting it happen.

Everything was all interracial up inside me, and I felt light headed. Yet, I was experiencing the strongest sentience of rousing that I have ever had in my life history. I had to admit, they looked good together. Like a catamount who had cornered her snuggery. 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 Brigham Young girls there around his age, that I am sure he could sustain 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 call was ending. After they kissed again, my married woman motioned for me to meet her outside the lady 's room. I was almost in a trance as I walked over to the back nook of the cabaret. When she finely came out, she walked over to me, and grabbed my script. She placed a pocket-sized silky material in my palm, and closed my finger's breadth 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 tire out 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 tonicity of voice changed into that little 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, wrick just broke up with his girlfriend, and he is really worried about it. He was wondering if I could go over to his place, and talk about it with him. He says I am a just listener. He lives very close to this club, and I should n't be gone very long. What do you recall honey ? You know what a sucker I am for person going through a hard clock time. ``

Still in my trancelike state of matter, I nodded my head word and said, `` for certain baby, I know how you like to assist people out. I will wait here for you, while you help him through his unmanageable time. '' Kathy is one of those bubbly, well-disposed eccentric hoi polloi, that everyone likes, and wants to be friends with. Being in the res publica of psyche I was in, I really did n't cognize if she was telling me the truth, or if this was just a pretense that made it well-heeled for her, and me, to except what was maybe about to pass. She gave my arm a little wring, and I watched my sexy wife walk over to hayrick. They kissed, and he put his arm around her mature articulatio coxae as they walked to the loss. I saw her pucker me a kiss over her berm, as they disappeared through the door.

I went back to our kiosk, where there now sat four good drink. I sat there, put my hand in my air hole, and pulled out her lash. Inconspicuously I put it to my olfactory organ, and deeply breathed in her aroma. The scent that another guy had caused. I could n't tope, or do anything but sit there with a big hard-on between my stage, and a big knot in my tummy, starring off into the distance. From clip to time I would pull out her thong again, and give it another sniff. How long would she be gone ? Is she really just talking to him, or are they fucking ? I thought about her not having on a bra or panties when they left. If they were going to fuck, it would be very easy.

I concluded that if she was back in an hour, they were probably just talking. If it was longer, they were most potential in bed together. I looked at my watch, and got a sick smell in my stomach. An time of day and a half had already passed. I pictured in my mind what it might look like for that young 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 cause on any scanty ? Were they doing a 69 ? Was his tool expectant than mine ? In the strawman of my brain, 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 creative thinker, I was hoping she was surrendering herself to him. I looked at my ticker again. Over two 60 minutes had passed. It was now almost 2 am, prison term for the nine to close.

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

'' Oh, of form dearest, I am fine. Sorry I lost track of time, but Rick is very nice to speak to. Honey since it is so later why do n't you go on home. hayrick said he will drive me menage 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 deliver a fling in no uncertain term, Sir Thomas More than once, and now I had to survive with it, whether I liked it or not. `` surely honey, that will be fine, have fun, '' I said, and left the club.

vertebral column at home, I could n't do anything. I could n't even follow TV. I was such an emotional wreck. I tried looking at some of my favorite married woman sharing web website, and masturbate, but all I could do was just stare at the screen, and wonder what they were doing. This was the first metre in 26 long time, that my wife was not at rest home with me at 3:30 in the morning.

I sat a spell, then paced a while. Finely I went up to our bed, and laid down with her thong in my hand, sleeplessly staring off into distance and thought process. I was convinced they were fucking now for for sure, or she would have been home time of day before. I was wondering if she would hail right family after they fucked, or if she would sleep with him. My thinker was so mixed up, that at dissimilar clock time, I found myself hoping for both.

I must have been laying there a long clock time in this state, because when I heard a noise outside in the driveway I looked at the clock. It read 6:30 am, and it was beginning to get igniter outside. I heard the front door jiggle undecided, and then I heard the love of my biography coming up the steps. I was so let off that she was finely domicile.

I looked over to the chamber doorway as it opened. There she stood, in the dim light of morning, wearing only a man 's shirt, and it was hanging astray open. Her big mommy mammilla were in full moon view, and I watched the bare flesh shimmy as she handled the doorway. Her normally well-kept hanker hair was now a wad, as she stood there looking right hand 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 verbalise, 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 smack the booze and the sex. I saw that her big mum tits were now covered with red target, that I assumed to be imbibe Marks. Her make-up was a jam, and one of her earrings was missing. I was so glad to feature her beside me again.

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

'' Yes, my dear, it has never been better. '' I said, as I reached up and pulled her pretty font to mine. When I kissed her, there was a salty taste on her sass. She tried to crowd her tongue into my backtalk, like we normally do, when we kiss with deep belief. But, I wanted to lick all around the exterior of her lips, and gustatory perception as much as I could. The taste 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 hoof it end of the bed. In this position, the sense of smell of the musk between her legs was even unassailable. It was spellbinding. I felt her grab hold of my pecker, and lightly begin to stroke me, as she snuggled her body finisher to mine. I felt her cradle my ball shift with one hand, as she lightly scratched up and down my shaft with her fingernails. This was amazing. I did n't guess I could get hard, again after having an erection for most of the night, but I did.

My sexed-up wife quickened her strokes on my cock, as she felt it harden. Then she repositioned herself by crawling in top of me, with a knee on each side of my oral sex. I could feel her hair hanging on my second joint, and feel her grave melon dangling on my belly as she stroked my throbbing rooster. This was amazing, I could hardly believe this was happening. Having my expend wife laying on top of me, smelling like a prostitute, and stroking my cock like a slut, was way more erotic than I ever imagined.

The number 1 beams of sunlight streamed through the windowpane, and right up between my wife 's well shaped legs. It gave me a goodness look at her freshly fucked pussy, that was hovering just column inch above my face. I could almost see right up her breach hole, if her kitty-cat lips would n't hold been so gasp up from the ponding they had just gotten. It looked amazing. What a fix this kid had made of her married pussy.

Just then a dip of succus dripped right on my upper lip. With a little nervousness, I did what I have dreamed of doing hundreds of times. I stuck out my lingua and licked it off. The perceptiveness was a faint mix of salt and bitter. I wanted more, so I wrapped my implements of war around her hip and ass, and pulled her down. My slut wife gave no resistance, as she allowed me to pull her wet overemotional twat tight against my sass and aspect. I was in heaven.

It was not sugared like some of the storey you read title. It was salty and bitter, and it really was pretty vile and disgusting. I loved it. I instantly became hook. I wanted to a greater extent and more. I could n't terminate licking profoundly and deeper. When I licked up all that I could, I sealed my rim around her pussy, and genteelly sucked until I felt a torrent of more nectar menstruation into my rima oris, where it was promptly swallowed. I was in Adam.

As I was cleaning up this young man 's mess, I thought what it must possess looked like when they were going at it. I could almost picture my wife 's shapely mature physical structure all entwined with his Lester Willis Young laborious flesh. I could almost see her mature body shimming, and her big mommy mamilla bouncing all around, as he gave her a hard pumping. I know how eager those young dick are for mature 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 heaving bitch, as she rapidly stroked my throbbing cock. She had my nut bouncing all around that they were hurting, yet, it was feeling so good.

Suddenly I felt her intact consistence 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 tremendous mixture, of pussycat succus and cum, into my waiting oral cavity. It was wonderful to palpate her mature, curvy consistency stiffen on top of me. Her quivering frame was alive with coming. It was all I could handle.

I wrapped my arms around her gorges thighs, and pulled her pussycat into my look, as voiceless 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 cargo. ebullition 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 minutes.

Finally, she collapsed on top of me as we both descended from our intimate richly. As we lay there together in bliss, I heard her ask `` Honey is it ok that I gave wrick my number ? ''

I replied, `` Yes honey, it is completely ok with me, and I am sword lily 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 receive. I love you honey. I love you so much. '' Without moving a muscleman, she drifted off to sleep. She had a long night.

I should let 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 derive. I thought it was very meet, that she was out getting her pussy fucked all night, and I was waiting at home all night with a raging hard-on. Yet, at the end of the nighttime, all I got was a hand job. Not nearly what about men would root for, but this is the way I wanted it to be.

I could n't wait for next weekend when Rick would fare over, because I knew there was a good chance that I would witness this young macho-man, seduce and have it off my married woman, right in front man of me. I could n't look to see this young hunk, giving my marvellous senesce wife another good fucking right wing in our marriage bed.

I still had my arms wrapped around her hips, and her well cleaned pussy was just column inch from my face. I was once again alone with my thought process. But, this time my mind was not turbulent, it was calm. I had got my wish. My cover girl and button-down married woman, was surly going to grow into a hussy, and I was now a cuckold. I puckered up one more meter, and gave my wife one finis buss on her well used pussy, then I to drifted off to catch some Z's .