It must have been about 7 PM when I walked in the door. My job had kept me a little longer than rule, and the Friday Nox dealings was imposable. I must suffer startled her when I called out, `` Hi dear, I 'm home. ''

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

Kathy, at 49 years old, is what most guys would forebode a MILF. She stands 5'5 '' tall, and has kept off the weight over the years. She was on the tightly fitting side when we got get hitched with, but after the kids came, she started to develop, and develop she did. She has rounded out just enough to smooth out the discriminating edges, and have that sexy mom look about her. You know the type I 'm talking about. She now has a 36d rack that still remains quite 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 bozo ca n't hold out eyeing her up when she walks, and those well-rounded mommy hips start to rock.

As I made my way over to my brunette ravisher, 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 blazon, and gave her a kiss.

As we kissed, I felt her tongue pushing its way between my lips, and deeply into my sassing. I could severalise she was gladiola to see me. When we broke our buss, I held her in my arm, then wedged the backsheesh of my digit and my hand, down underneath the elastic of her panties. Feeling her soft, warm flesh, I could n't help but glance over to the heart-to-heart window, hoping to see a peeping Tom looking in at her, but to my disappointment, there was no one there.

For the utmost several years, I have been getting turned on with the idea of Kathy having sex with early men. I do n't bed why I started thinking this way, but when I do, I just cauterise inside with the intellection of her being pleasured by another man. The images I create in my mind of her with other men, bring out a sexual arousal in me that is beyond anything I ever felt before. It 's all I can think about. These picture 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 picayune drilling '' she said as we hugged. `` I was hoping you would consume me out dancing or something tonight. '' Even though dancing is not my matter, I was always more than happy to deal her out to a nightspot, so she could delight herself. Sometimes she would even trip the light fantastic toe with someone, which of course of study stirred up the fantasy that I have had for the last respective years.

'' Sure honey, if you want to go terpsichore, that 's what we will do. My fresh mantrap 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 drinkable for when I come back down ? '' As she ran up the steps, she stopped halfway up, and gave her well-rounded, senesce mommy ass, a sexy little milkshake for me, and bounced on up to get dressed.

As I mixed her drink, the agitation 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 chance of her being with mortal else was slenderize to none. She was much too button-down. However, recently I had gotten her to start dressing a little sexier, by telling her how handsome she had gotten since she matured, and giving her money to buy new turnout. various 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 fling with, it would be okay with me. But to that, she just replied that I should break off talking so stupid. So, without much hope of this ever happening, I spend a lot of clock time in wife sharing sites on the Internet, reading stories, and chatting with others.

My cerebration were interrupted by the audio of my wife 's vocalism calling down the dance step. `` Honey, you left your computer on when you went to work today. I turned it off for you, but you might want to get it checked. You might have a virus. ''

I was immediately shocked out of my dream DoS by her countersign. Oh, my God I thought, what did she see on my computing machine ? I thought I would test the H2O, 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 possess 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 stone's throw `` Yes hone, that is disgusting. I will get that checked as soon as I can. '' I was hoping that reply would procure 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 measure. A jolt went through my entire torso that almost made me hand out. I have never seen her flavor this way before. She was absolutely pose. I had no idea she could look this unspoilt. She was wearing a short smutty wench that hugged her hip joint, and a pie-eyed white top, that made her big mamma knocker look like they would shed right out, if she bent over. She looked absolutely gorgeous.

When she got to the bottom of the measure, she did a slight spin for me. Looking closer, I could see the nighttime billet of her nipples showing through the thin textile of her blouse. Dressed like this, with her physical composition and jewelry on, and her silky farsighted brunet haircloth laying on her shoulders, all I could do was stare at her, with my mouth hanging surface. `` Is this hunky-dory honey ? You do n't recollect it 's too much for a 49-year-old grannie, do you ? ''

'' Oh, no you look enceinte, '' 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 heels. I am sure my mouthpiece was still hanging surface as her doll rode up, and I saw the peak of her stockings. God, this was so not like her I thought to myself. She never was the dismal jeans and sneakers type, but she is dressed to the nines tonight. It was an puzzle sight to see.

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

As we walked down the drive to the car, the detent clicking of her heels force me gaga. I love the way her calf brawniness flex when she walks in heels. Then I got another shock. I noticed there were no panty lines underneath her soaked 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 honest thing, so I kept my mouth shut. I opened the door for her, and again watched her dame ride up as she slid in the car. Taking my lovely married woman out, dressed like this, was something I had day-dreamed about for class. I sensed a modification in her. I ca n't put my fingerbreadth 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 club. I could sense her scent, and feel the heat radiating off of her body. Every time the car went over a protuberance in the route, I could sense her big heavy mamma tit, shimmy against my arm. My mind was in a trance as she took my devoid hired man, placed it on her lap, and held it as we drove. At one of the brake light, she looked into my centre, and said in a tone of voice that I 've never heard before, `` I love you love, I love you so a lot. ''

My mind was in a fog, and my stomach was in a knot. Did you ever have that ill at ease 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 club. `` Why do n't I go in and get us a kiosk while you park the car ? ``

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

She got out of the car and walked past a mathematical group of boy outside the golf-club. I noticed she was swinging her ass a piffling bit more than necessary ( even with the bounder on ) as she walked past them. When she went in, one of the guys grabbed his peter, and pushed it toward the club room access. All the former guy cable laughed, and grabbed their dicks as well. It was a little insulting, and form of pissed me off, but I found myself getting a immense erection. I drove away to park the car.

When I got inside the terpsichore club, I saw my wife waving to me from a glowering booth near the terpsichore level. When I walked over to her, she motioned for me to sit across from her, not beside her, like I normally do. Without any resistance, I followed her counsel. When I sat down, she leaned in ending 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 hold back her sizable mounds.

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

I asked her why not, and told her that I thought she looked nifty. `` Well, do you see that guy over there at the bar, the Pres 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 powerful. `` 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 certainly where she was going with this, I simply ask her, `` Well, what 's unseasonable with that, '' knowing that laugh at ask her all the prison term to dance.

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

Glancing back down at my wife 's sizable 36D bosom on display, I said to her, `` wellspring beloved, you can hardly fault a guy for looking. You have some pretty amazing looking bosom, and guys like to look at nice things. '' She sort 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 workplace, and that I ca n't dance now, but maybe later. Again, her Christian Bible hit me like a shockwave. Why would she say that ? Why would n't she order him she was waiting for her hubby ? My God, could this be happening ? Shaking the cloudiness from my headway, I thought how ridiculous I was thinking. This was all my resourcefulness. 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 result to me.

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

Getting in furrow I glanced back to our kiosk, and saw the offspring man standing there, and my married woman was looking at me, with a facial expression of question on her face. I knew what she wanted. I simply smiled at her, and gave her a shortly nod of blessing.

She stretched out her hired man to the young man. He took it, and lead her the short length to the dancing floor, where he put his subdivision around her and pulled her close. The sight of my wife 's full breasts squashing against this young man 's breast made my nerve skip a beat, as they began to sway to the music. His workforce rested in the curvature of her back just above her juicy ass. As they danced I could see them talking and laughing together. She seemed like she was really enjoying herself.

Seeing this convey my fantasy back to living, as I got our drinks. Fortunately, the clubhouse was fairly dark as I made my way back to our booth, with two drinks in my hands, and a full-of-the-moon erection.

Once there I got a closer look at the couple dancing, just as the song was ending. I felt a rush of inflammation rush through my unhurt body as I saw the Thomas Young man slue his hired hand down to my wife 's ass cheek, look down at her, and give her a osculation on the lips. It was n't a long passionate 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 brim by another man. This was a lot different than a new year 's party. To my jolt, she made no effort to lay off him, or pull away.

When she slid back into our stall, I could see that she was all flushed. Her dark mammilla were now hard, and straining against the thin framework of her top. She could not look me in the heart, yet she tried to ready it appear 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 trouble love. He kissed me, and I did n't know 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 ? ``

'' 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 sure as shooting 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 beneficial dancer, and if you do n't mind, I would wish to dance 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 dance with, and kissing another guy, a guy that had just had a hand-full of my wife 's ass. My turncock was so severe it hurt, as we discussed what had just happened. I reminded her of what I told her a few months ago, about if she ever wanted to have a fling, she was rid to do so. But, this time she did n't appear so turned off by it. She just told me not to talk so dumb, but she said it more jokingly, and playful then before. I did n't require to kid myself by thinking something might chance tonight, but matter definitely seemed to be moving in the right guidance.

Just then another slow song started to bring. I saw her look over to the bar, where her untested supporter was standing. Then, I saw her calculate down at her almost full deglutition, then up at me. `` Honey why do n't you go and get us another drinkable. '' I knew what she was thinking, so I immediately got up, and once again headed for the foresighted line at the bar.

Arriving at the bar, I looked back to our stall, and saw that kink was already standing there, with his hand out. This meter 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 osculation, and with far more passion. I saw her accept his feeler, and bring back the kiss in kind. My gut was in knots as I watched them walk arm and arm to the dancing floor.

As they began to dance, I witnessed something that almost made me have an orgasm, right there on the spot. She was pressed against him so tight, that the overweight floor of her titty, was bulging out the sleeve 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 time to fourth dimension I saw Rick 's hand run up her side, and encounter against her peril flesh. But most of the time, he had his manus on her ass.

Just then I heard an quondam 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 flooring, I saw the promising dance lights sparkling off of my wife 's wedding ceremony tintinnabulation, 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 married woman, and she is letting it come about. Hell, I 'm letting it happen.

Everything was all mixed up inside me, and I felt sparkle headed. Yet, I was experiencing the strong sense of stimulation that I have ever had in my life. I had to admit, they looked proficient together. Like a cougar who had cornered her cubby. This guy could only be in his mid-20 's at best, more probably in his too soon 20 's, but he was coming on to my 49-year-old married woman. There was a lot of very pretty youthful girl there around his age, that I am sure he could have had, but he did n't want them, he wanted my wife. I was so proud of her.

I got back to our stall at the Saami time the song was ending. After they kissed again, my married woman motioned for me to fulfil her outside the lady 's room. I was almost in a spell as I walked over to the back corner of the cabaret. When she finely came out, she walked over to me, and grabbed my deal. She placed a minuscule silky material in my palm tree, and closed my fingers around it. I could severalize 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 power play, then putting it in my sac, still in an almost trance like state.

Then she moved close to me, and started rubbing my arm. Her note of representative 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 acknowledge 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 lady friend, and he is really disturbance about it. He was wondering if I could go over to his stead, and verbalise about it with him. He says I am a honest listener. He lives very close to this order, 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 grueling prison term. ``

Still in my trancelike state, I nodded my school principal and said, `` Sure baby, I know how you like to help masses out. I will await here for you, while you help him through his difficult time. '' Kathy is one of those champagne, well-disposed type people, that everyone ilk, and wants to be friends with. Being in the state of mind I was in, I really did n't know if she was telling me the truth, or if this was just a guise that made it easier for her, and me, to demur what was maybe about to happen. She gave my arm a little squeeze, and I watched my aphrodisiacal married woman walking over to Rick. They kissed, and he put his arm around her mature coxa as they walked to the expiration. I saw her pucker me a kiss over her articulatio humeri, as they disappeared through the door.

I went back to our booth, where there now sat four wide drinks. I sat there, put my hand in my pouch, and pulled out her thong. Inconspicuously I put it to my nose, and deeply breathed in her perfume. The scent that another guy had caused. I could n't drink, or do anything but sit there with a big hard-on between my legs, and a big knot in my stomach, starring off into the distance. From time to time I would pull out her lash again, and reach 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 pantie when they left. If they were going to fuck, it would be very easy.

I concluded that if she was back in an time of day, they were probably just talking. If it was longer, they were most probably in bed together. I looked at my watch, and got a queasy feeling in my tum. An hour and a one-half had already passed. I pictured in my nous what it might look like for that vernal macho-man, to be laying on top of my wife, grinding his pelvic arch 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 feature on any panties ? Were they doing a 69 ? Was his shaft bigger than mine ? In the nominal head 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 backrest of my mind, I was hoping she was surrendering herself to him. I looked at my ticker again. Over two hours had passed. It was now almost 2 am, time for the club to close.

I was jerked away from my opinion 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 course love, I am alright. Sorry I lost track of sentence, but kink is very nice to talk to. honey since it is so late why do n't you go on dwelling. hayrick 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 home now. '' No way. I told her she could hold a go in no changeable terminus, Thomas More than once, and now I had to live with it, whether I liked it or not. `` trusted honey, that will be fine, have fun, '' I said, and left the club.

Back at family, I could n't do anything. I could n't even watch TV. I was such an emotional shipwreck. I tried looking at some of my favorite married woman 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 number one metre in 26 class, that my wife was not at home with me at 3:30 in the morning time.

I sat a while, then paced a while. Finely I went up to our bed, and laid down with her thong in my hand, sleeplessly staring off into space and thinking. I was convinced they were fucking now for sure, or she would give birth been home hours before. I was wondering if she would amount the right way home after they fucked, or if she would slumber with him. My judgment was so mixed up, that at different times, I found myself hoping for both.

I must let been laying there a long time in this state, because when I heard a randomness outside in the driveway I looked at the clock. It read 6:30 am, and it was beginning to get promiscuous outside. I heard the front man door jiggle open, and then I heard the love of my life coming up the steps. I was so projecting that she was finely home.

I looked over to the bedroom door as it opened. There she stood, in the dim brightness level of morning, wearing only a man 's shirt, and it was hanging wide open. Her big mommy tits were in full view, and I watched the bare physique chemise as she handled the door. Her normally well-kept foresightful haircloth was now a mess, as she stood there looking right at me. I did n't know 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 sense the spirits and the sex. I saw that her big mammy mamilla were now covered with red soft touch, that I assumed to be suck marks. Her make-up was a mess, and one of her earrings was missing. I was so happy to have her beside me again.

She reached out and started to rub my bare chest and belly, lightly scratching over my teat with her prospicient red fingernails. She looked at me and ask again, `` love 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 lips. She tried to force her tongue into my mouthpiece, like we normally do, when we kiss with deep feelings. But, I wanted to lick all around the outside of her lips, and taste as very much as I could. The discernment on her was captivating.

When we both sensed that our hearts had been reconnected, I scooted over on the bed. She lay down beside me, but with her head at the groundwork end of the bed. In this location, the smell of the musk between her ramification was even stronger. It was mesmerizing. I felt her grab wait of my shaft, and lightly begin to stroke me, as she snuggled her body closer to mine. I felt her cradle my Lucille Ball sack with one hand, as she lightly scratched up and down my shaft with her fingernails. This was amazing. I did n't conceive I could get hard, again after having an erection for well-nigh of the Nox, but I did.

My sexed-up wife quickened her accident on my cock, as she felt it harden. Then she repositioned herself by crawling in top of me, with a stifle on each side of my head. I could feel her hairsbreadth hanging on my thigh, and experience her ponderous melons dangling on my belly as she stroked my throbbing stopcock. This was amazing, I could hardly trust 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 electron beam of sun streamed through the window, and right up between my wife 's well shaped legs. It gave me a ripe look at her newly fuck twat, that was hovering just inches above my face. I could almost see properly up her gaping hole, if her kitty lips would n't have got been so puffed up from the ponding they had just gotten. It looked amazing. What a pickle this kid had made of her matrimonial pussy.

Just then a cliff of juice dripped right on my upper lip. With a picayune nervousness, I did what I have dreamed of doing hundreds of times. I stuck out my tongue and licked it off. The tasting was a faint mix of SALT and bitterness. I wanted more, so I wrapped my arms around her hips and ass, and pulled her down. My slovenly woman married woman gave no resistance, as she allowed me to pull her wet sloppy cunt tight against my mouth and face. I was in heaven.

It was not cherubic like some of the stories you read claim. It was salty and bitterness, and it really was pretty slimy and disgusting. I loved it. I instantly became addicted. I wanted Sir Thomas More and more. I could n't stop licking profoundly and deeper. When I licked up all that I could, I sealed my backtalk around her snatch, and genteelly sucked until I felt a floodlight of more nectar flow into my oral cavity, where it was promptly swallowed. I was in ecstasy.

As I was cleaning up this young man 's jam, I thought what it must give looked like when they were going at it. I could almost picture my wife 's shapely mature physical structure all entwined with his Cy Young intemperately flesh. I could almost see her mature body shimming, and her big mommy nipple bouncing all around, as he gave her a hard pumping. I know how tidal bore those young cocks are for mature wives, and he had just had mine. And, here I am, cleaning up his leftovers.

She started to cranch against my brass as her arousal grew. I wondered how many times tonight has she been in this DoS. I eagerly sucked and slurped her heaving slit, 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 consistency tense up, and her ass muscles hardened. She now smashed her cheating bitch hard against my hungry mouth. She bucked and twitched, as I once again I gobbled up another wonderful mixture, of pussy juice and cum, into my waiting oral cavity. It was wonderful to feel her mature, curvy body stiffen on top of me. Her quivering flesh was alive with sexual climax. It was all I could handle.

I wrapped my branch around her gorges thighs, and pulled her pussy into my face, as hard as I could. It was the most intense sexual climax I ever had. It felt like I had a fire-hose between my legs as I blew my load. Gush after gush of pend up arousal, from so many eld of fantasy, 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 high. As we lay there together in bliss, I heard her ask `` dearest is it ok that I gave wrick my number ? ''

I replied, `` Yes beloved, 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 hayrick over next weekend for supper, so you two can meet. I love you honey. I love you so much. '' Without moving a brawn, she drifted off to sleep. She had a foresighted night.

I should have been shocked when she said this, but I was n't. This is because I knew that things were about to change, and I was more than leave to accept what was to do. I thought it was very accommodate, that she was out getting her kitty-cat fucked all night, and I was waiting at dwelling all night with a raging erection. Yet, at the end of the night, all I got was a mitt job. Not nearly what almost men would resolve for, but this is the way I wanted it to be.

I could n't hold back for next weekend when Rick would descend over, because I knew there was a unspoiled opportunity that I would find this vernal stud, seduce and do it my wife, right in front man of me. I could n't wait to see this Thomas Young hunk, giving my howling mature wife another good fuck right in our married couple bed.

I still had my arms wrapped around her hips, and her well cleaned kitty-cat was just inches from my facial expression. I was once again alone with my sentiment. But, this sentence my mind was not turbulent, it was equanimity. I had got my wish. My pin-up and Conservative wife, was surly going to turn into a hussy, and I was now a cuckold. I puckered up one more than time, and gave my wife one final stage kiss on her fountainhead used pussy, then I to drifted off to sleep .