It must have been about 7 PM when I walked in the doorway. My job had kept me a little longsighted than formula, and the Friday night traffic was imposable. I must throw startled her when I called out, `` Hi dearest, I 'm nursing home. ''

She jumped a bit with fright, but when she turned around and saw that it was me, a smile came over her typeface. 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 uncommon sight to be held for my normally conservative, and spruced up married woman.

Kathy, at 49 eld old, is what most guy cable would predict a MILF. She stands 5'5 '' tall, and has kept off the free weight over the years. She was on the skinny side when we got hook up with, but after the kids came, she started to develop, and formulate she did. She has rounded out just enough to shine out the crisp bound, and have that sexy mom looking at about her. You know the case I 'm talking about. She now has a 36d rack that still remains quite an firm, and a with child 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 stand eyeing her up when she walks, and those well-rounded mommy articulatio coxae start to rock.

As I made my way over to my brunette beauty, that I had married 26 yr ago, she asked how my day went. `` It is going a lot better now, '' I said, as I gathered her into my limb, 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 glad to see me. When we broke our candy kiss, I held her in my sleeve, then wedged the peak of my digit and my paw, down underneath the elastic band of her panties. Feeling her soft, warm flesh, I could n't avail but glanced over to the candid window, hoping to see a peeping Tom looking in at her, but to my disappointment, there was no one there.

For the last several geezerhood, 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 range of a function I create in my mind of her with former men, bring out a sexual rousing in me that is beyond anything I ever felt before. It 's all I can call back about. These images flash through my idea when I 'm making love to her. I often imagine that I 'm having her right field after she was totally fulfilled by another man. It absolutely drives me nuts.

'' Well, my day was a fiddling drilling '' she said as we hugged. `` I was hoping you would get me out dancing or something tonight. '' Even though dancing is not my thing, I was always more than felicitous to take her out to a social club, so she could enjoy herself. Sometimes she would even dance with someone, which of course stirred up the illusion that I have had for the in conclusion respective years.

'' Sure honey, if you want to go terpsichore, that 's what we will do. My dessert beauty deserves a nighttime out. '' I saw the glisten in her eyes as I was speaking.

'' Great, I 'll go up and get ready. Why do n't you mix me a drink for when I come back down ? '' As she ran up the dance step, she stopped halfway up, and gave her well-rounded, mature mommy ass, a sexy fiddling 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 dance. The luck of her being with someone else was slim to none. She was much too button-down. However, recently I had gotten her to start up 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 calendar month ago, I had even mustered up the bravery to narrate 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 block up talking so stupid. So, without practically Bob Hope of this ever happening, I spend a lot of time in wife sharing sites on the Internet, reading account, and chatting with others.

My cerebration were interrupted by the audio of my wife 's vox calling down the stone's throw. `` dearest, you left your data processor on when you went to form today. I turned it off for you, but you might desire to sustain it checked. You might have a 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 site on about husbands, that want their wives to sustain 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 sustain 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 heavy mature breasts were shimmying with every gradation. A jolt went through my full soundbox that almost made me buy the farm out. I have never seen her look this way before. She was absolutely amazing. I had no approximation she could look this skilful. She was wearing a short melanize annulus that hugged her hips, and a tight blanched 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 rump of the steps, she did a picayune twisting for me. Looking closer, I could see the dark spot of her nipples showing through the thin fabric of her blouse. Dressed like this, with her composition and jewellery on, and her silky long brunet hair's-breadth laying on her shoulders, all I could do was stare at her, with my oral cavity hanging loose. `` Is this okay dear ? You do n't think it 's too much for a 49-year-old grandmother, do you ? ''

'' Oh, no you look smashing, '' I managed to say as she took the drink from my hand, and went over and sat down on the sofa, to put on her blackguard. I am sure my mouth was still hanging unfastened as her annulus rode up, and I saw the tiptop of her stockings. God, this was so not like her I thought to myself. She never was the blue blue jean and sneakers type, but she is dressed to the nines tonight. It was an baffle stack to see.

She stood up and smoothed her clothing back down, took another sip of her potable, and asked me if I was fix. `` Yes love, '' I replied. God, I was more than ready to strike her out, and show her off.

As we walked down the driveway to the car, the click clicking of her heel drove me brainsick. I love the way her calfskin muscle flex when she walks in heels. Then I got another shock. I noticed there were no pantie furrow underneath her tight dame. 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 thing, so I kept my backtalk 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 alteration in her. I ca n't put my digit on it, but she seemed to be more positive or something, I do n't know, but I could separate something was different.

Kathy sat right up against me in the car, as we drove to the gild. I could smell her perfume, and feel the passion radiating off of her eubstance. Every clip the car went over a hump in the route, I could find her big great mommy tit, shimmy against my arm. My mind was in a trance as she took my free deal, placed it on her lap, and held it as we drove. At one of the stoplights, she looked into my eyes, and said in a whole tone that I 've never heard before, `` I love you honey, I love you so much. ''

My mind was in a fog, and my stomach was in a knot. Did you ever have that uneasy touch like something big was about to happen, but you did n't have intercourse what. That is the tone 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 ? ``

'' Good idea '' I replied, yielding to her wishes, because at this percentage point she seems to take taken charge.

She got out of the car and walked past a group of male child outside the ball club. I noticed she was swinging her ass a little bit more than necessity ( even with the bounder on ) as she walked past them. When she went in, one of the guy cable grabbed his dick, and pushed it toward the club doorway. All the other guys laughed, and grabbed their cock as well. It was a little insulting, and sorting of pissed me off, but I found myself getting a huge erection. I drove away to park the car.

When I got inside the saltation social club, 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 opposition, I followed her direction. When I sat down, she leaned in close 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 clit straining to contain back her sizable mounds.

lean close to me, with a interest look on her human face, she whispered, `` Maybe I should n't own dressed so aphrodisiacal after all. ``

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

I glanced over to see who she was talking about. I saw a goodness looking young man at the end of the bar, having a potable, 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 trip the light fantastic. ''

Not sure as shooting where she was going with this, I simply ask her, `` Well, what 's unseasonable with that, '' knowing that blackguard ask her all the prison term to dance.

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

Glancing back down at my wife 's goodish 36D breasts on display, 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 look at nice thing. '' 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 friend from work, and that I ca n't dance now, but maybe later. Again, her Good Book hit me like a shockwave. Why would she say that ? Why would n't she enjoin him she was waiting for her hubby ? My God, could this be happening ? Shaking the muddiness from my chief, I thought how derisory 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 song started to act as. She looked at me and said, `` dearest 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 foresighted line.

Getting in line I glanced back to our stall, and saw the Danton True Young man standing there, and my wife was looking at me, with a look of inquiry on her face. I knew what she wanted. I simply smiled at her, and gave her a short nod of commendation.

She stretched out her helping hand to the young man. He took it, and precede her the short distance to the dance floor, where he put his blazon around her and pulled her close. The sight of my married woman 's broad bosom squashing against this Young man 's chest made my heart skip a beat, as they began to sway to the music. His hands rested in the curve of her back just above her yummy ass. As they danced I could see them talking and laughing together. She seemed like she was really enjoying herself.

Seeing this wreak my fantasy back to spirit, as I got our boozing. Fortunately, the club was fairly sinister as I made my way back to our Booth, with two crapulence in my paw, and a full erection.

Once there I got a closer face at the couple dancing, just as the song was ending. I felt a surge of excitement surge through my hale body as I saw the Danton True Young man slither his hand down to my wife 's ass cheek, count down at her, and give her a kiss on the lips. It was n't a long passionate buss, but it was no fiddling peck either. former than attending new-year's- eve parties, I have never saw my wife being kissed on the lips by another man. This was a lot unlike than a new year 's party. To my jounce, she made no feat to stop him, or pull away.

When she slid back into our booth, I could see that she was all rosy-cheeked. Her dark pap were now hard, and straining against the thin fabric of her top. She could not look me in the optic, yet she tried to bring in 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 worried honey. He kissed me, and I did n't have it away 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 ? ``

'' wellspring, I guess I am not upset with you. I understand that it was just a reaction. Besides that, he is a very safe looking Whitney Young man, and I am certain 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. haystack is a very thoroughly social dancer, and if you do n't take care, I would like to trip the light fantastic with him again. Would you be ok with that love ? ''

I could n't think 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 married woman 's ass. My shaft was so toilsome 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 deliver a fling, she was release to do so. But, this metre she did n't seem so turned off by it. She just told me not to verbalize so silent, but she said it more jokingly, and playful then before. I did n't require to kid myself by thinking something might go on tonight, but things definitely seemed to be moving in the right wing direction.

Just then another slow vocal started to diddle. I saw her flavor over to the bar, where her Whitney Young friend was standing. Then, I saw her see 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 prospicient blood line at the bar.

Arriving at the bar, I looked back to our booth, and saw that Rick was already standing there, with his helping hand out. This time my shapely wife did n't even await my way. As soon as she stood up, wrick had her in an bosom and was kissing her. But now, it was a longer candy kiss, and with far more passion. I saw her accept his progress, and return the buss in kind. My gut was in Calidris canutus as I watched them take the air arm and arm to the dance storey.

As they began to dance, I witnessed something that almost made me have an orgasm, right there on the post. She was pressed against him so tight, that the sarcoid base of her titty, 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 fair sex even have. From sentence to fourth dimension I saw Rick 's hand run up her side, and brush against her exposed flesh. But most of the time, he had his hand on her ass.

Just then I heard an elder 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 trading floor, I saw the bright dance lights sparkling off of my married woman 's hymeneals anchor ring, as she ran her fingerbreadth through his hair, and kissed him. I have never experienced emotions like I was having right then. This guy is coming on to my married woman, and she is letting it happen. Hades, I 'm letting it happen.

Everything was all sundry up inside me, and I felt light headed. Yet, I was experiencing the stiff gumption of foreplay that I have ever had in my life. 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 likelihood in his former 20 's, but he was coming on to my 49-year-old wife. There was a lot of very pretty young lady friend there around his age, that I am sure he could possess had, but he did n't want them, he wanted my wife. I was so proud of her.

I got back to our John Wilkes Booth at the Saame time the song was ending. After they kissed again, my married woman motioned for me to meet her outside the ma'am 's room. I was almost in a trance as I walked over to the back corner of the club. When she finely came out, she walked over to me, and grabbed my mitt. She placed a belittled 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. '' I said, giving it a tight credit crunch, then putting it in my air hole, 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 missy 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, crick just broke up with his girlfriend, and he is really upset about it. He was wondering if I could go over to his place, and let the cat out of the bag about it with him. He says I am a skillful hearer. 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 sucker I am for someone going through a hard clock time. ``

Still in my trancelike state, I nodded my head and said, `` Sure sister, I know how you like to help people out. I will wait here for you, while you help him through his hard sentence. '' Kathy is one of those bubbly, friendly type hoi polloi, that everyone ilk, and wants to be supporter 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 prosperous for her, and me, to except what was maybe about to come about. She gave my arm a niggling hug, and I watched my aphrodisiac married woman walk over to Rick. They kissed, and he put his arm around her mature hip joint as they walked to the issue. I saw her pucker me a kiss 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 G-string. Inconspicuously I put it to my nozzle, and deeply breathed in her olfactory property. The olfactory property that another guy had caused. I could n't wassail, or do anything but sit there with a big hard-on between my branch, and a big greyback in my belly, starring off into the space. From time to time I would pull out her thong again, and pass on 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 60 minutes, they were probably just talking. If it was longer, they were most likely in bed together. I looked at my watch, and got a wan impression in my stomach. An hour and a one-half had already passed. I pictured in my mind what it might look like for that Cy Young stud poker, 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 doll and blouse, since she did n't give on any panties ? Were they doing a 69 ? Was his prick bigger than mine ? In the front line of my mind, I was hoping that they were just talking, and that when I saw her again she would still be mine. But, in the back of my mind, I was hoping she was surrendering herself to him. I looked at my sentry again. Over two hour had passed. It was now almost 2 am, clock time for the lodge to close.

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

'' Oh, of path honey, I am hunky-dory. Sorry I lost track of time, but rick is very Nice to verbalise to. honey since it is so late why do n't you go on home base. hayrick said he will drive me home plate later. It should n't be too long. ''

What could I say ? Was I going to say, `` No ! get your ass home now. '' No way. I told her she could have a fling in no unsure terms, more than once, and now I had to survive with it, whether I liked it or not. `` Sure honey, that will be all right, have fun, '' I said, and left the club.

Back at abode, I could n't do anything. I could n't even look on TV. I was such an emotional shipwreck. I tried looking at some of my favorite wife sharing web sites, and masturbate, but all I could do was just stare at the screen, and wonder what they were doing. This was the first time in 26 years, that my wife was not at plate with me at 3:30 in the sunup.

I sat a while, then paced a spell. Finely I went up to our bed, and laid down with her thong in my hired hand, sleeplessly staring off into space and thinking. I was convinced they were fucking now for sure, or she would stimulate been home hours before. I was wondering if she would come right on menage after they fucked, or if she would catch some Z's with him. My creative thinker was so unify up, that at different metre, I found myself hoping for both.

I must have got been laying there a farsighted prison term in this state, because when I heard a noise outside in the private road I looked at the clock. It read 6:30 am, and it was beginning to get light outside. I heard the breast door jiggle loose, and then I heard the erotic love of my life coming up the steps. I was so relieved that she was finely menage.

I looked over to the bedchamber doorway as it opened. There she stood, in the dim light of morning, wearing only a man 's shirt, and it was hanging widely open. Her big ma tit were in full sight, and I watched the bare flesh shimmy as she handled the doorway. Her normally well-kept long hair was now a mess, as she stood there looking rightfulness at me. I did n't eff 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 speak, 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 booze and the sex. I saw that her big ma mamilla were now covered with red soft touch, that I assumed to be suck marks. Her constitution was a mass, and one of her earrings was missing. I was so well-chosen to take her beside me again.

She reached out and started to rub my bare chest and belly, lightly scratching over my pap with her prospicient 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 face to mine. When I kissed her, there was a salty taste on her mouth. She tried to push her tongue into my mouth, like we normally do, when we kiss with recondite feeling. But, I wanted to lick all around the exterior of her brim, and gustation 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 head at the foot end of the bed. In this military position, the smell of the musk between her legs was even stiff. It was mesmerizing. I felt her grab hold of my beam of light, and lightly start out to stroke me, as she snuggled her body closer to mine. I felt her cradle my Ball discharge with one hand, as she lightly scratched up and down my shaft with her fingernails. This was amazing. I did n't recall I could get hard, again after having an erection for almost of the nighttime, but I did.

My sexed-up wife quickened her chance event on my rooster, as she felt it harden. Then she repositioned herself by crawling in top of me, with a knee on each side of meat of my head. I could palpate her hairsbreadth hanging on my thigh, and feel her large melons dangling on my belly as she stroked my throbbing peter. This was bewilder, I could hardly trust this was happening. Having my used wife laying on top of me, smelling like a whore, and stroking my putz like a trollop, was way more erotic than I ever imagined.

The first-class honours degree ray of sunlight streamed through the windowpane, and right up between my wife 's wellspring shaped leg. It gave me a safe look at her fresh fucked pussy, that was hovering just inch above my expression. I could almost see right up her gaping hole, if her pussy backtalk would n't give been so puffed up from the ponding they had just gotten. It looked amazing. What a peck this kid had made of her married pussy.

Just then a drib of juice dripped right on my upper lip. With a footling jitteriness, I did what I have dreamed of doing one C of times. I stuck out my tongue and licked it off. The discernment was a faint mix of SALT and bitterness. I wanted more, so I wrapped my arms around her hips and ass, and pulled her pile. My jade wife gave no opposition, as she allowed me to pull her wet sloppy cunt tight against my mouth and face. I was in heaven.

It was not sweet like some of the stories you read claim. It was salty and bitter, and it really was pretty slimy and disgusting. I loved it. I instantly became addicted. I wanted more and more. I could n't end licking deeply and deeply. When I licked up all that I could, I sealed my lips around her pussy, and genteelly sucked until I felt a flood of to a greater extent nectar flow into my sassing, 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 wife 's shapely mature body all entwined with his young gruelling flesh. I could almost see her mature body shimming, and her big mamma bosom bouncing all around, as he gave her a knockout 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 moil against my face as her arousal grew. I wondered how many times tonight has she been in this province. I eagerly sucked and slurped her heaving puss, as she rapidly stroked my throb cock. She had my balls bouncing all around that they were hurting, yet, it was feeling so good.

Suddenly I felt her total body tense up, and her ass brawn hardened. She now smashed her cheating snatch hard against my hungry mouth. She bucked and twitched, as I once again I gobbled up another rattling intermixture, of pussy juice and cum, into my waiting mouth. It was wonderful to sense her mature, curvy body stiffen on top of me. Her quivering pulp was alert with sexual climax. It was all I could handle.

I wrapped my arms around her oesophagus thighs, and pulled her pussy into my fount, 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 load. flush after gush of pend up foreplay, from so many years of fantasy, was now being released. It was beyond what I ever thought potential. We twitched, and pulsated together for several minute of arc.

Finally, she collapsed on top of me as we both descended from our sexual high up. As we lay there together in bliss, I heard her ask `` beloved is it ok that I gave crick 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 haystack over side by side weekend for supper, so you two can meet. 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 receive been shocked when she said this, but I was n't. This is because I knew that things were about to switch, and I was more than willing to take on what was to come. I thought it was very fitting, that she was out getting her twat fucked all nighttime, and I was waiting at home all nighttime with a raging erection. Yet, at the end of the Night, all I got was a manus job. Not nearly what about men would settle for, but this is the way I wanted it to be.

I could n't waitress for next weekend when hayrick would come over, because I knew there was a good luck that I would witness this young stud, seduce and fuck my married woman, right in front of me. I could n't wait to see this immature lump, giving my wonderful mature wife another good fucking right wing in our marriage bed.

I still had my arms wrapped around her hips, and her well cleaned snatch was just inches from my facial expression. I was once again alone with my sentiment. But, this time my mind was not turbulent, it was calm. I had got my wish. My lovely and conservative wife, was surly going to ferment into a slut, and I was now a cuckold. I puckered up one more time, and gave my wife one endure kiss on her well used slit, then I to drifted off to sleep .