It must have been about 7 PM when I walked in the door. My job had kept me a little farseeing than normal, and the Friday Night traffic was imposable. I must make startled her when I called out, `` Hi dear, I 'm nursing home. ''

She jumped a bit with fearfulness, 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 pick up you get home. You surprised me. '' There she stood, doing the wash, wearing only a twain of panty and her bra, a rare spate to be held for my normally conservative, and coiffe wife.

Kathy, at 49 geezerhood old, is what to the highest degree guys would visit a MILF. She stands 5'5 '' tall, and has kept off the weight over the age. She was on the tight-fitting side when we got marry, but after the youngster came, she started to uprise, and develop she did. She has rounded out just enough to smooth out the discriminating sharpness, and have that sexy mom smell about her. You know the case I 'm talking about. She now has a 36d rack that still remains quite firm, and a great set of branch. She attracts quite a bit of attention when we are out somewhere, and she is wearing heels. The Guy ca n't stand firm 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 eld 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 spit push its way between my lips, and deeply into my mouth. I could tell she was glad to see me. When we broke our kiss, I held her in my limb, then wedged the tips of my finger and my hand, down underneath the elastic of her panties. Feeling her soft, warm flesh, I could n't help but glint 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 end several yr, I have been getting turned on with the idea of Kathy having sex with other men. I do n't cognize 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 mind of her with early men, bring out a sexual arousal in me that is beyond anything I ever felt before. It 's all I can think about. These ikon flash through my mind when I 'm making sexual love to her. I often imagine that I 'm having her right after she was totally fulfilled by another man. It absolutely drives me nuts.

'' Well, my day was a little boring '' she said as we hugged. `` I was hoping you would take me out dancing or something tonight. '' Even though saltation is not my thing, I was always more than happy to take her out to a club, so she could enjoy herself. Sometimes she would even trip the light fantastic toe with someone, which of course of action stirred up the fancy that I have had for the last several years.

'' Sure beloved, if you want to go saltation, that 's what we will do. My afters knockout deserves a dark out. '' I saw the sparkle in her eyes as I was speaking.

'' Great, I 'll go up and get make. Why do n't you mix me a drink for when I come back down ? '' As she ran up the measure, she stopped halfway up, and gave her all-around, ripen mommy ass, a sexy little shake for me, and bounced on up to get dressed.

As I mixed her drink, the turmoil 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 opportunity of her being with somebody else was slim to none. She was much too bourgeois. However, recently I had gotten her to originate dressing a little sexier, by telling her how handsome she had gotten since she matured, and giving her money to buy new kit. Several months ago, I had even mustered up the courage to tell her, that if she ever met anyone who she would like to give birth a fling with, it would be okay with me. But to that, she just replied that I should stop talking so pudding head. So, without much Hope of this ever happening, I spend a lot of time in married woman sharing sites on the Internet, reading stories, and chatting with others.

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

I was immediately shocked out of my ambition province by her Holy Writ. Oh, my God I thought, what did she see on my computer ? I thought I would test the H2O, so I called back up to her, `` Why do you say that honey ? ''

'' Well, there was some land site on about husbands, that want their wives 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 pace `` Yes hone, that is disgusting. I will suffer that checked as soon as I can. '' I was hoping that reply would assure my innocence.

As soon as I saw her coming down the stride, I knew she was n't wearing a bra. Her big large mature titty were shimmying with every pace. A jerk went through my entire dead body that almost made me elapse out. I have never seen her feel this way before. She was absolutely gravel. I had no idea she could search this good. She was wearing a short-circuit inkiness skirt that hugged her articulatio coxae, and a nasty white top, that made her big mommy knocker look like they would splatter right out, if she bent over. She looked absolutely gorgeous.

When she got to the bottom of the stairs, she did a little spin for me. Looking closer, I could see the dark spots of her teat showing through the thin textile of her blouse. Dressed like this, with her composition and jewelry on, and her silky long brunette hair laying on her shoulders, all I could do was stare at her, with my oral fissure hanging overt. `` Is this okay honey ? You do n't think it 's too practically for a 49-year-old grannie, do you ? ''

'' Oh, no you look majuscule, '' I managed to say as she took the drink from my bridge player, and went over and sat down on the sofa, to put on her heels. I am certain my mouth was still hanging open as her skirt rode up, and I saw the superlative of her stockings. God, this was so not like her I thought to myself. She never was the blueish blue jean and sneaker type, but she is dressed to the IX tonight. It was an vex sight to see.

She stood up and smoothed her habiliment back down, took another sip of her crapulence, and asked me if I was ready. `` Yes dear, '' I replied. God, I was more than ready to hire her out, and indicate her off.

As we walked down the private road to the car, the clink clicking of her cad labor me crazy. I love the way her calf muscles flex when she walks in blackguard. Then I got another seismic disturbance. I noticed there were no panty production line underneath her loaded 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 up a expert affair, so I kept my mouthpiece shut. I opened the door for her, and again watched her wench tantalise up as she slid in the car. Taking my lovely married woman 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 confident or something, I do n't recognise, but I could tell something was different.

Kathy sat redress up against me in the car, as we drove to the guild. I could smell out her perfume, and sense the heat radiating off of her body. Every clip the car went over a bump in the road, I could feel her big wakeless mommy tit, shimmy against my arm. My intellect was in a trance as she took my exempt hand, placed it on her lap, and held it as we drove. At one of the traffic signal, she looked into my eyes, and said in a 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 greyback. Did you ever have that uneasy feeling like something big was about to occur, but you did n't know what. That is the impression 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 approximation '' I replied, yielding to her want, because at this point she seems to have taken charge.

She got out of the car and walked past a group of boys outside the society. I noticed she was swinging her ass a petty bit more than requirement ( even with the blackguard on ) as she walked past them. When she went in, one of the guy grabbed his cock, and pushed it toward the clubhouse door. All the early guys laughed, and grabbed their prick as well. It was a piddling insulting, and sort of pissed me off, but I found myself getting a huge hard-on. I drove away to park the car.

When I got inside the terpsichore club, I saw my wife waving to me from a dark booth near the dance flooring. When I walked over to her, she motioned for me to sit across from her, not beside her, like I normally do. Without any resistance, I followed her steering. 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 clitoris straining to throw back her respectable mounds.

Leaning end to me, with a concerned feel on her face, she whispered, `` Maybe I should n't make dressed so aphrodisiac 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 proficient looking young man at the end of the bar, having a boozing, and talking to the barkeeper. He was well built and very brawny. `` 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 incorrectly with that, '' knowing that guys ask her all the time to dance.

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

Glancing back down at my wife 's tidy 36D breasts on display, I said to her, `` fountainhead beloved, you can hardly blame a guy for looking. You have some pretty amazing looking tit, and guys like to await at nice affair. '' She kind of shrugged her shoulders, and sat back in her stern, excepting my reply.

'' What did you say when he asked you to trip the light fantastic 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 quarrel 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 murkiness from my head word, I thought how ridiculous 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 sensitive enough response to me.

Just then a slow song started to fiddle. She looked at me and said, `` Honey 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 line of merchandise.

Getting in line I glanced back to our Booth, and saw the young man standing there, and my wife was looking at me, with a expression of dubiousness on her face. I knew what she wanted. I simply smiled at her, and gave her a unretentive nod of favorable reception.

She stretched out her deal to the young man. He took it, and result her the dead distance to the dance floor, where he put his coat of arms around her and pulled her close. The vision of my wife 's wide breasts squashing against this Young man 's chest made my heart and soul skip a pulsation, as they began to sway to the euphony. His workforce rested in the curve of her back just above her red-hot ass. As they danced I could see them talking and laughing together. She seemed like she was really enjoying herself.

Seeing this take my phantasy back to liveliness, as I got our drinks. Fortunately, the club was fairly disconsolate as I made my way back to our kiosk, with two drunkenness in my hand, and a full erection.

Once there I got a closer look at the couple dancing, just as the Sung dynasty was ending. I felt a billow of excitement flush through my entirely body as I saw the young man slue his manus down to my wife 's ass cheek, search down at her, and give her a kiss on the lips. It was n't a long passionate osculation, but it was no little peck either. early than attending new-year's- eve political party, I have never saw my wife being kissed on the lips by another man. This was a lot different than a new yr 's company. To my shock, she made no try to stop him, or pull out away.

When she slid back into our booth, I could see that she was all flushed. Her glowering nipples were now hard, and straining against the slender textile of her top. She could not look me in the heart, yet she tried to make it seem like everything was all normal. Finely I ask, `` What was that all about ? ''

She managed to search at me and said `` Oh, that ? '' `` Do n't be upset dearest. 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 chemical reaction. Besides that, he is a very good looking 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. Rick is a very proficient professional dancer, and if you do n't heed, I would like to dance with him again. Would you be ok with that love ? ''

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 cock was so hard 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 take a fling, she was liberate to do so. But, this fourth dimension she did n't seem so turned off by it. She just told me not to tattle so dumb, but she said it more jokingly, and playful then before. I did n't want to kid myself by thinking something might find tonight, but things definitely seemed to be moving in the right direction.

Just then another slow song started to play. I saw her looking over to the bar, where her untried admirer 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 crapulence. '' I knew what she was thinking, so I immediately got up, and once again headed for the long dividing 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 sentence my shapely wife did n't even look my way. As soon as she stood up, crick had her in an embrace and was kissing her. But now, it was a longer kiss, and with far to a greater extent passion. I saw her go for his feeler, and return the buss in sort. My gut was in knots as I watched them take the air arm and arm to the dance storey.

As they began to trip the light fantastic toe, I witnessed something that almost made me have an climax, right there on the spot. She was pressed against him so tight, that the fleshy al-Qaeda of her white meat, 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 women even have. From sentence to sentence I saw rick 's hand run up her side, and brush against her unwrap flesh. But most of the time, he had his hand on her ass.

Just then I heard an older guy, who was ahead of me in seam, say to his buddy. `` Looks like Rickey is going to bed a conjoin one tonight. '' When I looked back out on the dancing storey, I saw the bright dancing lights sparkling off of my married woman 's wedding hoop, as she ran her fingers through his haircloth, 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. Hell, I 'm letting it happen.

Everything was all unify up inside me, and I felt spark headed. Yet, I was experiencing the secure sense of stimulation that I have ever had in my life. I had to admit, they looked good together. Like a painter who had cornered her cubby. This guy could only be in his mid-20 's at best, more probable in his early 20 's, but he was coming on to my 49-year-old married woman. There was a lot of very pretty Brigham Young girls 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 booth at the same time the song was ending. After they kissed again, my wife motioned for me to see her outside the madam 's elbow room. I was almost in a enchantment as I walked over to the hinder corner of the gild. When she finely came out, she walked over to me, and grabbed my helping hand. She placed a small silky cloth in my palm, and closed my fingers around it. I could severalise 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 back it for me ? ''

'' Sure. '' I said, giving it a pissed credit crunch, 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 tone of voice changed into that footling young woman representative, 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 make love 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 tip over about it. He was wondering if I could go over to his spot, and let the cat out of the bag 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 think honey ? You know what a lollipop I am for somebody going through a backbreaking clip. ``

Still in my trancelike province, I nodded my promontory and said, `` sure as shooting infant, I know how you like to help people out. I will expect here for you, while you help him through his difficult sentence. '' Kathy is one of those bubbly, friendly type people, that everyone likes, 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 pretence that made it easier for her, and me, to except what was maybe about to bump. She gave my arm a little squeeze, and I watched my sexy wife pass over to kink. They kissed, and he put his arm around her mature articulatio coxae as they walked to the departure. I saw her pucker me a candy kiss over her shoulder, as they disappeared through the door.

I went back to our booth, where there now sat four total drinks. I sat there, put my hand in my pocket, and pulled out her thong. Inconspicuously I put it to my olfactory organ, and deeply breathed in her odor. The aroma that another guy had caused. I could n't drink, or do anything but sit there with a big erection between my legs, and a big knot in my stomach, starring off into the distance. From time to clock time I would pull out her lash 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 step-in 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 potential in bed together. I looked at my picket, and got a upchuck tactile sensation in my tum. An minute and a half had already passed. I pictured in my mind what it might look like for that youthful stud poker, to be laying on top of my wife, 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 chick and blouse, since she did n't have on any pantie ? Were they doing a 69 ? Was his dick bigger than mine ? In the front man of my mind, I was hoping that they were just talking, and that when I saw her again she would still be mine. But, in the book binding of my psyche, I was hoping she was surrendering herself to him. I looked at my ticker again. Over two minute had passed. It was now almost 2 am, time for the night club to close.

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

'' Oh, of track love, I am fine. Sorry I lost data track of sentence, but haystack is very nice to talk to. Honey since it is so late why do n't you go on home. hayrick said he will push back me abode later. It should n't be too long. ''

What could I say ? Was I going to say, `` No ! get your ass habitation now. '' No way. I told her she could have a fling in no uncertain terms, Sir Thomas More than once, and now I had to experience with it, whether I liked it or not. `` indisputable honey, 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 internet site, and masturbate, but all I could do was just stare at the screen, and wonder what they were doing. This was the kickoff prison term in 26 twelvemonth, that my wife was not at home with me at 3:30 in the morning.

I sat a while, then paced a while. Finely I went up to our bed, and laid down with her thong in my hand, sleeplessly staring off into space and thinking. I was convinced they were fucking now for indisputable, or she would stimulate been home 60 minutes before. I was wondering if she would come right home after they fucked, or if she would sleep with him. My mind was so mixed up, that at dissimilar times, I found myself hoping for both.

I must let been laying there a foresighted metre in this province, 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 light up outside. I heard the movement room access jiggle undefendable, and then I heard the beloved of my life coming up the dance step. I was so exempt that she was finely home.

I looked over to the bedchamber door as it opened. There she stood, in the dim light of aurora, wearing only a man 's shirt, and it was hanging blanket loose. Her big mammy nipple were in total view, and I watched the bare flesh shift as she handled the door. Her normally shipshape long fuzz was now a mess, as she stood there looking right at me. I did n't bang what to say. I have never seen her so beautiful in all my animation. 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 script 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 reek the booze and the sex. I saw that her big mommy mamilla were now covered with red marks, that I assumed to be blow Deutschmark. Her make-up was a jam, 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 thorax and belly, lightly scratching over my nipples with her long red fingernails. She looked at me and ask again, `` dear is everything ok ? ''

'' Yes, my love life, it has never been better. '' I said, as I reached up and pulled her pretty look to mine. When I kissed her, there was a salty gustation on her lips. She tried to push her tongue into my oral cavity, like we normally do, when we kiss with mystifying feelings. But, I wanted to lick all around the outside of her sassing, and taste as much as I could. The taste on her was captivating.

When we both sensed that our middle 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 attitude, the smell of the musk between her legs was even hard. It was spellbinding. I felt her grab appreciation of my shaft, and lightly set out 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 shot with her fingernails. This was amazing. I did n't mean 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 head. I could finger her hairsbreadth hanging on my thigh, and feel her heavy melons dangling on my belly as she stroked my throbbing cock. This was amazing, I could hardly think this was happening. Having my used married woman laying on top of me, smelling like a tart, and stroking my hammer like a slut, was way more titillating than I ever imagined.

The commencement beams of sunlight streamed through the window, and right up between my wife 's well shaped peg. It gave me a good look at her new get it on pussy, that was hovering just in above my facial expression. I could almost see proper up her gaping hole, if her snatch lips would n't have been so puffed up from the ponding they had just gotten. It looked amazing. What a wad this kid had made of her married pussy.

Just then a drop cloth of succus dripped right on my upper lip. With a footling jitteriness, I did what I have dreamed of doing hundreds of times. I stuck out my tongue and licked it off. The mouthful was a faint-hearted mix of salinity and rancor. I wanted more, so I wrapped my arms around her hip and ass, and pulled her down. My slovenly woman wife gave no resistance, as she allowed me to attract her wet sloppy cunt tight against my oral cavity and expression. 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 quit licking deeper and bass. When I licked up all that I could, I sealed my backtalk around her snatch, and genteelly sucked until I felt a rising tide of more nectar flow into my mouth, where it was promptly swallowed. I was in Adam.

As I was cleaning up this Pres Young man 's mess, I thought what it must stimulate looked like when they were going at it. I could almost picture my wife 's shapely mature eubstance all entwined with his untested grueling flesh. I could almost see her mature soundbox shimming, and her big mommy tits bouncing all around, as he gave her a hard pumping. I know how eager those young rooster are for ripen wife, and he had just had mine. And, here I am, cleaning up his leftovers.

She started to travail against my look as her arousal grew. I wondered how many times tonight has she been in this land. I eagerly sucked and slurped her heaving cunt, as she rapidly stroked my throbbing shaft. She had my balls bouncing all around that they were hurting, yet, it was feeling so good.

Suddenly I felt her stallion body tense up, and her ass musculus hardened. She now smashed her cheating puss hard against my athirst mouth. She bucked and twitched, as I once again I gobbled up another wonderful mixture, of pussy juice and cum, into my waiting mouth. It was rattling to feel her mature, curvy organic structure stiffen on top of me. Her quivering flesh was alive with orgasm. It was all I could handle.

I wrapped my subdivision around her gorges thighs, and pulled her pussy into my facial expression, as hard as I could. It was the most intense coming I ever had. It felt like I had a fire-hose between my peg as I blew my burden. flush after effusion of pend up rousing, 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 transactions.

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 `` beloved is it ok that I gave Rick my figure ? ''

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

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

I should have been shocked when she said this, but I was n't. This is because I knew that matter 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 menage all dark with a raging erection. Yet, at the end of the night, all I got was a mitt job. Not nearly what most men would settle for, but this is the way I wanted it to be.

I could n't wait for next weekend when Rick would follow over, because I knew there was a soundly chance that I would witness this Cy Young stud poker, seduce and lie with my wife, right in movement of me. I could n't expect to see this young hunk, giving my wonderful mature wife another good fuck right in our marriage bed.

I still had my arms wrapped around her rosehip, and her well cleaned pussy was just column inch from my brass. I was once again alone with my thought. But, this time my mind was not turbulent, it was calm. I had got my wish. My pin-up and conservative wife, was surly going to turn into a adulteress, and I was now a cuckold. I puckered up one to a greater extent metre, and gave my wife one last candy kiss on her wellspring used pussy, then I to drifted off to catch some Z's .