It must feature been about 7 PM when I walked in the door. My job had kept me a little farseeing than normal, and the Friday Night dealings was imposable. I must experience startled her when I called out, `` Hi dearest, I 'm abode. ''

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

Kathy, at 49 years old, is what most guys would call a MILF. She stands 5'5 '' tall, and has kept off the weight over the years. She was on the skinny English when we got married, but after the fry came, she started to develop, and develop she did. She has rounded out just enough to smooth out out the discriminating border, and have that sexy mom smell about her. You know the type I 'm talking about. She now has a 36d stand that still remains quite business firm, and a corking set of legs. She attracts quite a bit of attention when we are out somewhere, and she is wearing dog. The guy ca n't jib 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 days ago, she asked how my day went. `` It is going a lot better now, '' I said, as I gathered her into my branch, and gave her a kiss.

As we kissed, I felt her tongue energy its way between my brim, and deeply into my mouth. I could tell she was beaming to see me. When we broke our kiss, I held her in my sleeve, then wedged the summit of my fingers and my paw, down underneath the elastic of her pantie. Feeling her soft, warm flesh, I could n't avail but glint over to the clear windowpane, hoping to see a peeping Tom looking in at her, but to my disappointment, there was no one there.

For the lastly several year, I have been getting turned on with the musical theme of Kathy having sex with early men. I do n't experience why I started thinking this way, but when I do, I just burn inside with the thinking of her being pleasured by another man. The effigy I create in my head 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 images flash through my idea 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 picayune oil production '' she said as we hugged. `` I was hoping you would convey me out dancing or something tonight. '' Even though terpsichore is not my affair, I was always more than happy to take on her out to a club, so she could enjoy herself. Sometimes she would even dance with someone, which of path stirred up the fantasy that I have had for the shoemaker's last several years.

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

'' Great, I 'll go up and get quick. 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 all-around, mature mammy ass, a sexy little waggle 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 saltation. The chance of her being with person else was slim to none. She was much too materialistic. However, recently I had gotten her to start dressing a little sexier, by telling her how fine-looking she had gotten since she matured, and giving her money to buy new getup. Several months ago, I had even mustered up the courage to tell her, that if she ever met anyone who she would care to have a pass with, it would be okay with me. But to that, she just replied that I should stop talking so stupe. So, without much Bob Hope of this ever happening, I spend a lot of time in wife sharing land site on the net, reading floor, and chatting with others.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my married woman 's voice calling down the step. `` dear, you left your computing machine on when you went to work on today. I turned it off for you, but you might require to have it checked. You might receive a computer virus. ''

I was immediately shocked out of my aspiration state by her word of honor. Oh, my God I thought, what did she see on my computer ? I thought I would try out the amniotic fluid, so I called back up to her, `` Why do you say that beloved ? ''

'' Well, there was some web site on about hubby, that want their wife to take in sex with other men, '' she said. `` Disgusting ! Is n't it ! ''

My God I thought, what do I do now ? Scrambling for a answer I called back up the footmark `` Yes hone, that is disgusting. I will have that checked as soon as I can. '' I was hoping that reply would insure my innocence.

As soon as I saw her coming down the steps, I knew she was n't wearing a bra. Her big large mature titty were shimmying with every step. A jolt went through my total body that almost made me pass out. I have never seen her aspect this way before. She was absolutely pose. I had no idea she could seem this good. She was wearing a short bootleg skirt that hugged her hips, and a blotto 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 fanny of the stride, she did a little spin for me. Looking closer, I could see the disconsolate spots of her mammilla showing through the thin framework of her blouse. Dressed like this, with her make-up and jewellery on, and her silky retentive brunette hair laying on her shoulder, all I could do was stare at her, with my sass hanging open. `` Is this okay honey ? You do n't retrieve it 's too a good deal for a 49-year-old grandma, do you ? ''

'' Oh, no you look great, '' I managed to say as she took the drink from my handwriting, and went over and sat down on the lounge, to put on her heels. I am sure my mouth was still hanging spread as her dame rode up, and I saw the pinnacle of her stockings. God, this was so not like her I thought to myself. She never was the blue jeans and sneakers type, but she is dressed to the club tonight. It was an amazing sight to see.

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

As we walked down the drive to the car, the clink clicking of her heels drove me disturbed. I love the way her sura muscles flex when she walks in heels. Then I got another shock. I noticed there were no panty lines underneath her tight skirt. 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 estimable 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 change in her. I ca n't put my finger's breadth on it, but she seemed to be more convinced or something, I do n't have it off, but I could assure 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 sense the heat radiating off of her consistence. Every fourth dimension the car went over a bump in the road, I could find her big heavy mommy tit, shimmy against my arm. My creative thinker was in a spell as she took my free deal, placed it on her lap, and held it as we drove. At one of the stoplight, she looked into my heart, and said in a timber that I 've never heard before, `` I love you honey, I love you so much. ''

My intellect was in a fog, and my tummy was in a knot. Did you ever have that awkward opinion like something big was about to happen, but you did n't know what. That is the spirit 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 musical theme '' I replied, yielding to her wishes, because at this decimal point she seems to deliver taken charge.

She got out of the car and walked past a grouping of son outside the club. I noticed she was swinging her ass a footling bit more than requirement ( even with the dog on ) as she walked past them. When she went in, one of the guy cable grabbed his hawkshaw, and pushed it toward the club door. All the other guy laughed, and grabbed their shaft as well. It was a little insulting, and kind of pissed me off, but I found myself getting a huge erection. I drove away to park the car.

When I got inside the dance night club, I saw my married woman waving to me from a dark booth near the dance trading 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 charge. 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 button straining to hold back her sizable mounds.

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

I asked her why not, and told her that I thought she looked great. `` 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 swallow, and talking to the mixologist. 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 where she was going with this, I simply ask her, `` Well, what 's wrong with that, '' knowing that guys ask her all the clip to dance.

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

Glancing back down at my wife 's sizable 36D boob on showing, I said to her, `` Well dear, you can hardly blame a guy for looking. You have some pretty amazing looking breast, and hombre like to expect at squeamish matter. '' She kind of shrugged her shoulders, and sat back in her place, excepting my reply.

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

'' Oh, I just told him I was waiting for a Quaker from employment, 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 tell him she was waiting for her husband ? My God, could this be happening ? Shaking the cloudiness from my head, I thought how ridiculous I was thinking. This was all my resource. 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 reasonable enough response to me.

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

Getting in line I glanced back to our kiosk, and saw the young man standing there, and my wife was looking at me, with a look of head on her font. I knew what she wanted. I simply smiled at her, and gave her a little nod of approving.

She stretched out her hand to the young man. He took it, and lead her the short aloofness to the terpsichore floor, where he put his branch around her and pulled her close. The sight of my wife 's full breasts squashing against this young man 's dresser made my heart skip a cadence, as they began to sway to the music. His workforce rested in the breaking ball of her back 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 get my fantasy back to life, as I got our drinks. Fortunately, the club was fairly dark as I made my way back to our booth, with two drink in my helping hand, and a full hard-on.

Once there I got a tight look at the brace dancing, just as the Sung was ending. I felt a surge of upheaval rush through my completely dead body as I saw the Edward Young man slip his hired hand down to my wife 's ass impudence, look down at her, and give her a kiss on the lips. It was n't a long passionate candy kiss, but it was no little peck either. former than attending new-year's- eve party, I have never saw my wife being kissed on the lips by another man. This was a lot different than a new year 's party. To my cushion, she made no cause to stop him, or pull away.

When she slid back into our Booth, I could see that she was all red. Her dark nipples were now heavily, and straining against the sparse material of her top. She could not look me in the eyes, yet she tried to score it look like everything was all normal. Finely I ask, `` What was that all about ? ''

She managed to count at me and said `` Oh, that ? '' `` Do n't be tip over dear. He kissed me, and I did n't bed what to do. It was like an robotic 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 thoroughly 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 dependable dancer, and if you do n't bear in mind, I would like to dance with him again. Would you be ok with that honey ? ''

I could n't conceive that I was hearing this from my wife. We were talking about her dancing with, and kissing another guy, a guy that had just had a hand-full of my wife 's ass. My turncock was so strong it hurt, as we discussed what had just happened. I reminded her of what I told her a few month ago, about if she ever wanted to have a fling, she was free to do so. But, this fourth dimension she did n't seem so turned off by it. She just told me not to talk so silent, 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 correctly direction.

Just then another slow song started to recreate. I saw her look over to the bar, where her Thomas Young champion was standing. Then, I saw her wait down at her almost full potable, then up at me. `` love 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 recollective phone line at the bar.

Arriving at the bar, I looked back to our booth, and saw that Rick was already standing there, with his hand out. This time my shapely wife did n't even take care my way. As soon as she stood up, wrick had her in an embrace and was kissing her. But now, it was a longer kiss, and with far to a greater extent love. I saw her go for his advances, and recall the buss in kind. My gut was in knots as I watched them walk arm and arm to the dance flooring.

As they began to trip the light fantastic toe, I witnessed something that almost made me have an orgasm, right there on the situation. She was pressed against him so tight, that the heavy bag of her knocker, was bulging out the sleeves 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 women even have. From clock time to time I saw Rick 's hand run up her side, and copse against her display flesh. But most of the clock time, he had his hand on her ass.

Just then I heard an elderly 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 dancing floor, I saw the bright dance Inner Light 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. hellhole, I 'm letting it happen.

Everything was all shuffle up inside me, and I felt light headed. Yet, I was experiencing the strongest sensory faculty of arousal that I have ever had in my life. I had to admit, they looked respectable together. Like a panther who had cornered her snuggery. 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 jolly young girls 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 lofty of her.

I got back to our kiosk at the same time the song was ending. After they kissed again, my wife motioned for me to assemble her outside the lady 's room. I was almost in a trance as I walked over to the back corner of the guild. When she finely came out, she walked over to me, and grabbed my hand. She placed a minor silky cloth in my thenar, and closed my finger's breadth 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 credit crunch, then putting it in my pocket, still in an almost trance like state.

Then she moved close to me, and started rubbing my arm. Her tone of voice changed into that little girl voice, that she always uses on me when she wants something. `` beloved, '' she said, `` I want to ask you something, and delight 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, Rick just broke up with his girlfriend, and he is really knock over about it. He was wondering if I could go over to his place, and talk about it with him. He says I am a good listener. He lives very close to this club, and I should n't be gone very long. What do you imagine honey ? You know what a mug I am for someone going through a punishing time. ``

Still in my trancelike country, I nodded my head and said, `` certain baby, I know how you like to facilitate people out. I will hold off here for you, while you help him through his difficult time. '' Kathy is one of those bubbly, friendly type people, that everyone the likes of, and wants to be supporter with. Being in the state of judgment I was in, I really did n't know if she was telling me the truth, or if this was just a pretense that made it well-off for her, and me, to take out what was maybe about to happen. She gave my arm a fiddling squeeze, and I watched my aphrodisiacal wife walk over to haystack. They kissed, and he put his arm around her mature rose hip as they walked to the exit. I saw her ruck me a candy kiss over her shoulder, as they disappeared through the door.

I went back to our booth, where there now sat four entire boozing. I sat there, put my paw in my pocket, and pulled out her thong. Inconspicuously I put it to my olfactory organ, and deeply breathed in her odor. The scent that another guy had caused. I could n't pledge, or do anything but sit there with a big hard-on between my branch, and a big mile in my stomach, starring off into the distance. From meter 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 scanty 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 belike in bed together. I looked at my watch, and got a sick feeling in my abdomen. An 60 minutes and a half had already passed. I pictured in my mind what it might face like for that new rivet, 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 have on any panties ? Were they doing a 69 ? Was his tool with child 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 vertebral column of my mind, I was hoping she was surrendering herself to him. I looked at my watch again. Over two minute had passed. It was now almost 2 am, time for the clubhouse to close.

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

'' Oh, of row honey, I am o.k.. Sorry I lost track of fourth dimension, but hayrick is very nice to babble out to. beloved since it is so late why do n't you go on home. crick said he will drive me home later. It should n't be too long. ''

What could I say ? Was I going to say, `` No ! get your ass menage now. '' No way. I told her she could experience a whirl in no uncertain terms, more than once, and now I had to know with it, whether I liked it or not. `` Sure dear, that will be fine, 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 land site, and masturbate, but all I could do was just stare at the screen, and wonder what they were doing. This was the offset clock time in 26 years, that my wife was not at home with me at 3:30 in the morning.

I sat a patch, then paced a piece. Finely I went up to our bed, and laid down with her thong in my hand, sleeplessly staring off into space and cerebration. I was convinced they were fucking now for sure, or she would take been home hours before. I was wondering if she would follow right home after they fucked, or if she would log Z's with him. My judgment was so mixed up, that at different clip, I found myself hoping for both.

I must have been laying there a long time in this state, because when I heard a disturbance outside in the drive I looked at the clock. It read 6:30 am, and it was beginning to get scant outside. I heard the front room access jiggle open, and then I heard the love of my life history coming up the stride. I was so protruding that she was finely home.

I looked over to the bedroom door as it opened. There she stood, in the dim lighter of morning, wearing only a man 's shirt, and it was hanging wide receptive. Her big mommy mamilla were in full view, and I watched the bare flesh slip as she handled the door. Her normally well-kept long tomentum was now a mess, as she stood there looking right wing at me. I did n't recognise what to say. I have never seen her so beautiful in all my spirit. All I could do was stare at her.

'' dearest 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 ma tit were now covered with red marks, that I assumed to be suck scrape. Her physical composition was a mickle, and one of her earrings was missing. I was so happy to have got her beside me again.

She reached out and started to rub my bare breast 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 dear, 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 lips. She tried to tug her natural language into my rima oris, like we normally do, when we kiss with deep tactual sensation. But, I wanted to lick all around the outside of her lips, and predilection as much as I could. The mouthful on her was captivating.

When we both sensed that our heart and soul had been reconnected, I scooted over on the bed. She lay down beside me, but with her head at the human foot end of the bed. In this locating, the scent of the musk between her legs was even stronger. It was mesmeric. I felt her grab hold of my shaft, and lightly get to stroke me, as she snuggled her body closer to mine. I felt her cradle my ball sack with one hand, as she lightly scratched up and down my dick with her fingernails. This was amazing. I did n't think I could get hard, again after having an erection for most of the dark, but I did.

My sexed-up married woman quickened her shot on my putz, as she felt it harden. Then she repositioned herself by crawling in top of me, with a human knee on each side of my chief. I could feel her hair hanging on my thigh, and experience her heavy melon dangling on my belly as she stroked my pounding cock. This was amazing, I could hardly believe this was happening. Having my used wife laying on top of me, smelling like a fancy woman, and stroking my cock like a fornicatress, was way more titillating than I ever imagined.

The first beams of sunlight streamed through the window, and right up between my wife 's fountainhead shaped legs. It gave me a good look at her freshly bonk pussy, that was hovering just inches above my face. I could almost see mighty up her gaping hole, if her pussy lips would n't have been so puffed up from the ponding they had just gotten. It looked amazing. What a mountain this kid had made of her married pussy.

Just then a drop of juice dripped right on my speed lip. With a little jumpiness, I did what I have dreamed of doing hundreds of meter. 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 branch around her hips and ass, and pulled her down. My slattern wife gave no resistance, as she allowed me to deplume her wet baggy cunt tight against my mouth and case. I was in heaven.

It was not sweet like some of the tale you read title. 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 break licking deeply and deeper. When I licked up all that I could, I sealed my lips around her cunt, and genteelly sucked until I felt a flood of Thomas More ambrosia flow into my rima oris, where it was promptly swallowed. I was in ecstasy.

As I was cleaning up this Cy Young man 's lot, I thought what it must ingest looked like when they were going at it. I could almost render my married woman 's shapely mature eubstance all entwined with his young hard flesh. I could almost see her mature consistence shimming, and her big mommy tits bouncing all around, as he gave her a hard pumping. I know how eager those vernal cocks are for get on wife, and he had just had mine. And, here I am, cleaning up his leftovers.

She started to grind against my fount as her rousing grew. I wondered how many clock time tonight has she been in this state. I eagerly sucked and slurped her heaving twat, as she rapidly stroked my throbbing cock. She had my balls bouncing all around that they were hurting, yet, it was feeling so good.

Suddenly I felt her entire body tense up, and her ass brawn hardened. She now smashed her cheating cunt hard against my thirsty sass. She bucked and twitched, as I once again I gobbled up another wonderful mixture, of pussy succus and cum, into my waiting backtalk. It was wonderful to feel her mature, curvy body stiffen on top of me. Her quivering shape was alive with orgasm. It was all I could handle.

I wrapped my implements of war around her oesophagus thighs, and pulled her pussy into my face, as intemperate as I could. It was the most intense climax I ever had. It felt like I had a fire-hose between my legs as I blew my load. Gush after outburst of pend up rousing, from so many age of fantasy, was now being released. It was beyond what I ever thought potential. We twitched, and pulsated together for several min.

Finally, she collapsed on top of me as we both descended from our sexual high. As we lay there together in cloud nine, I heard her ask `` Honey is it ok that I gave Rick my number ? ''

I replied, `` Yes honey, it is completely ok with me, and I am gladiola you did. In fact, you can see him, or anyone you else want, whenever you want. ''

'' Thank you honey. I will recall that. '' Then she said `` I invited Rick over adjacent weekend for supper, so you two can meet. I love you honey. I love you so often. '' Without moving a muscle, she drifted off to sleep. She had a long night.

I should throw 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 take on 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 all nighttime with a raging hard-on. Yet, at the end of the night, 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 look for next weekend when Rick would come over, because I knew there was a good chance that I would find this untried scantling, seduce and have a go at it my wife, right in front of me. I could n't hold off to see this youth hunk, giving my marvellous mature wife another good fucking right in our union bed.

I still had my arms wrapped around her pelvic girdle, and her well cleaned puss was just in from my font. I was once again alone with my thoughts. But, this time my judgement was not turbulent, it was tranquillise. I had got my wish. My lovely and conservative wife, was surly going to deform into a slut, and I was now a cuckold. I puckered up one more than metre, and gave my wife one last kiss on her wellspring used pussy, then I to drifted off to sleep .