It must receive been about 7 PM when I walked in the door. My job had kept me a little longer than normal, and the Friday night traffic was imposable. I must throw startled her when I called out, `` Hi love, I 'm place. ''

She jumped a bit with frighten, but when she turned around and saw that it was me, a grin came over her face. She said, `` Oh, I did n't listen you get home plate. You surprised me. '' There she stood, doing the wash, wearing only a duad of scanty and her bra, a uncommon sight to be held for my normally materialistic, and dressed married woman.

Kathy, at 49 long time old, is what most guys would yell a MILF. She stands 5'5 '' tall, and has kept off the weighting over the geezerhood. She was on the underweight incline when we got get married, but after the kids came, she started to develop, and rise she did. She has rounded out just enough to smooth out the sharp edges, and have that aphrodisiac mom looking about her. You know the type I 'm talking about. She now has a 36d wrack that still remains quite an firm, and a neat set of stage. She attracts quite a bit of attention when we are out somewhere, and she is wearing heels. The guys ca n't resist eyeing her up when she walks, and those well-rounded mommy hips start to rock.

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

As we kissed, I felt her tongue push its way between my sass, and deeply into my sassing. I could recount she was glad to see me. When we broke our kiss, I held her in my arms, then wedged the summit of my finger and my hands, down underneath the elastic of her panties. Feeling her soft, warm flesh, I could n't help but glanced over to the unfastened window, hoping to see a peeping Tom looking in at her, but to my letdown, there was no one there.

For the go various years, I have been getting turned on with the theme of Kathy having sex with other men. I do n't know why I started thinking this way, but when I do, I just burn inside with the intellection of her being pleasured by another man. The images I create in my thinker 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 suppose about. These images 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 little boring '' she said as we hugged. `` I was hoping you would engage me out dancing or something tonight. '' Even though dancing is not my thing, I was always to a greater extent than felicitous to take her out to a nightclub, so she could enjoy herself. Sometimes she would even trip the light fantastic toe with someone, which of class stirred up the fantasy that I have had for the last respective years.

'' Sure honey, if you want to go dancing, that 's what we will do. My sweet beauty deserves a night 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 all-around, mature mommy ass, a sexy short shake for me, and bounced on up to get dressed.

As I mixed her boozing, the upheaval 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 someone else was reduce to none. She was much too conservative. However, recently I had gotten her to start dressing a footling 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 courage to tell her, that if she ever met anyone who she would like to possess a spree with, it would be okay with me. But to that, she just replied that I should stop talking so stupid. So, without a lot Bob Hope of this ever happening, I spend a lot of time in wife sharing situation on the cyberspace, reading floor, and chatting with others.

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

I was immediately shocked out of my aspiration United States Department of State by her words. Oh, my God I thought, what did she see on my electronic 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 website on about husbands, that want their wives to experience sex with other men, '' she said. `` Disgusting ! Is n't it ! ''

My God I thought, what do I do now ? Scrambling for a response I called back up the steps `` Yes hone, that is disgusting. I will have 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 footprint, I knew she was n't wearing a bra. Her big hard mature tit were shimmying with every step. A jolt went through my intact body that almost made me pass out. I have never seen her look this way before. She was absolutely beat. I had no musical theme she could look this thoroughly. She was wearing a short inglorious skirt that hugged her hips, and a tight Patrick Victor Martindale White top, that made her big mummy breasts look like they would spill right out, if she bent over. She looked absolutely gorgeous.

When she got to the bottom of the steps, she did a little spin for me. Looking closer, I could see the dark spots of her nipples showing through the thin fabric of her blouse. Dressed like this, with her make-up and jewelry on, and her silky prospicient brunet hairsbreadth laying on her articulatio humeri, all I could do was stare at her, with my mouth hanging open. `` Is this okeh honey ? You do n't cerebrate it 's too practically for a 49-year-old gran, do you ? ''

'' Oh, no you look majuscule, '' I managed to say as she took the boozing from my script, and went over and sat down on the couch, to put on her heels. I am sure my rima oris was still hanging candid as her bird rode up, and I saw the meridian of her stockings. God, this was so not like her I thought to myself. She never was the blue angel jeans and sneakers type, but she is dressed to the nines tonight. It was an astonish sight to see.

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

As we walked down the drive to the car, the click clicking of her bounder drove me crazy. I love the way her calf sinew flex when she walks in heels. Then I got another shock. I noticed there were no pantie pedigree underneath her tight skirt. I already know she was n't wearing a bra, so this made me wonder. But, I did n't require to mess up up a good thing, so I kept my oral cavity shut. I opened the door for her, and again watched her annulus turn on up as she slid in the car. Taking my pin-up wife out, dressed like this, was something I had day-dreamed about for eld. I sensed a change in her. I ca n't put my fingerbreadth on it, but she seemed to be more sure-footed or something, I do n't know, but I could narrate something was different.

Kathy sat right up against me in the car, as we drove to the night club. I could smell her scent, and finger the hotness radiating off of her eubstance. Every fourth dimension the car went over a bump in the road, I could finger her big gravid mommy tit, shimmy against my arm. My nous was in a spell as she took my absolve hand, placed it on her lap, and held it as we drove. At one of the stoplights, she looked into my eyes, and said in a tone that I 've never heard before, `` I love you beloved, I love you so much. ''

My mind was in a fog, and my stomach was in a knot. Did you ever have that uneasy feeling like something big was about to happen, but you did n't know what. That is the flavour I had after she said this to me.

'' Oh, here we are, '' she said as I pulled up to the social club. `` Why do n't I go in and get us a booth while you park the car ? ``

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

She got out of the car and walked past a group of boy outside the club. I noticed she was swinging her ass a little bit more than necessary ( even with the dog on ) as she walked past them. When she went in, one of the cat grabbed his tool, and pushed it toward the nine door. All the other guys laughed, and grabbed their dicks as well. It was a slight insulting, and variety of pissed me off, but I found myself getting a Brobdingnagian erection. I drove away to park the car.

When I got inside the dance golf 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 guidance. When I sat down, she leaned in close to me to whisper something. Her tit rested on the tabletop, pushing her fleshy cleavage up, and out of her blouse. I could see the buttons straining to hold back her healthy mounds.

inclination close to me, with a relate looking on her side, 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 corking. `` wellspring, do you see that guy over there at the bar, the youth guy on the end ? ''

I glanced over to see who she was talking about. I saw a good looking Thomas Young man at the end of the bar, having a drink, and talking to the barkeeper. He was well built and very sinewy. `` Yes, I do, what about him ? ''

'' Well, '' she said. `` As soon as I sat down here, he came right over and asked me to dance. ''

Not sure where she was going with this, I simply ask her, `` Well, what 's wrong with that, '' knowing that laugh at ask her all the time to dance.

'' Nothing, but he was staring at my white meat the unit metre he was talking to me '' she said.

Glancing back down at my wife 's sizable 36D tit on display, I said to her, `` well beloved, you can hardly blame a guy for looking. You have some pretty amazing looking breasts, and cat like to look at Nice things. '' She kind 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 admirer from piece of work, and that I ca n't dance now, but maybe later. Again, her words hit me like a shockwave. Why would she say that ? Why would n't she narrate him she was waiting for her husband ? My God, could this be happening ? Shaking the cloudiness from my capitulum, I thought how ridiculous I was thinking. This was all my imagination. 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 answer to me.

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

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 look of question on her fount. I knew what she wanted. I simply smiled at her, and gave her a shortly nod of approval.

She stretched out her hand to the young man. He took it, and lead her the short distance to the terpsichore flooring, where he put his arms around her and pulled her close. The muckle of my wife 's good knocker squashing against this untried man 's chest made my heart skip a beat, as they began to persuade to the music. His hands rested in the curve of her rachis 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 brought my fantasy back to life, as I got our boozing. Fortunately, the nine was fairly dark as I made my way back to our booth, with two drinks in my hands, and a full hard-on.

Once there I got a closer aspect at the couple dancing, just as the strain was ending. I felt a spate of exhilaration rush through my altogether physical structure as I saw the untried man slither his hired hand down to my married woman 's ass cheek, look down at her, and give her a osculation on the sassing. It was n't a long passionate kiss, but it was no small peck either. other than attending new-year's- eve company, I have never saw my married woman being kissed on the lips by another man. This was a lot unlike than a new year 's political party. To my stupor, she made no movement to arrest him, or take out away.

When she slid back into our booth, I could see that she was all red. Her dark mamilla were now hard, and straining against the thin cloth of her top. She could not look me in the eyes, yet she tried to establish it seem like everything was all normal. Finely I ask, `` What was that all about ? ''

She managed to see at me and said `` Oh, that ? '' `` Do n't be upset honey. He kissed me, and I did n't make love 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 chemical reaction. Besides that, he is a very upright 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 skilful dancer, and if you do n't mind, I would like to dance with him again. Would you be ok with that honey ? ''

I could n't think 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 cock was so hard it hurt, as we discussed what had just happened. I reminded her of what I told her a few calendar month ago, about if she ever wanted to have a fling, she was free to do so. But, this time she did n't seem 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 want to kid myself by thinking something might happen tonight, but matter definitely seemed to be moving in the right counselling.

Just then another slow Sung dynasty started to act. I saw her feeling over to the bar, where her young booster was standing. Then, I saw her appear down at her almost full drink, 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 long line at the bar.

Arriving at the bar, I looked back to our kiosk, and saw that Rick was already standing there, with his hand out. This time my shapely married woman did n't even wait my way. As soon as she stood up, hayrick had her in an embracement and was kissing her. But now, it was a longer kiss, and with far more passion. I saw her accept his rise, and render the osculation in kind. My gut was in greyback as I watched them walk arm and arm to the dance floor.

As they began to dance, I witnessed something that almost made me have an orgasm, right there on the maculation. She was pressed against him so tight, that the sarcoid root of her breasts, was bulging out the sleeve of her top. My god, that looked so hot. There was more than of her tit bulging out the side of her blouse, than a lot of other women even have. From time to meter I saw wrick 's hand run up her side, and brush against her exposed frame. But most of the time, he had his hand on her ass.

Just then I heard an sometime guy, who was ahead of me in pipeline, say to his buddy. `` Looks like Rickey is going to bed a matrimonial one tonight. '' When I looked back out on the saltation trading floor, I saw the bright dance lights sparkling off of my wife 's wedding doughnut, as she ran her finger through his tomentum, 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. Hell, I 'm letting it happen.

Everything was all fuse up inside me, and I felt Light Within headed. Yet, I was experiencing the strongest sense of stimulation that I have ever had in my life. I had to admit, they looked good together. Like a catamount 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 wife. There was a lot of very pretty 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 Sami fourth dimension the song was ending. After they kissed again, my wife motioned for me to meet her outside the lady 's room. I was almost in a trance as I walked over to the rear corner of the club. When she finely came out, she walked over to me, and grabbed my mitt. She placed a small silky cloth in my laurel wreath, and closed my fingerbreadth around it. I could secernate 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 go on it for me ? ''

'' trusted. '' I said, giving it a taut squeezing, then putting it in my sack, still in an almost spell like state.

Then she moved close to me, and started rubbing my arm. Her tone of interpreter changed into that little girl voice, 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 recognise 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 girl, and he is really overthrow about it. He was wondering if I could go over to his lieu, and talk about it with him. He says I am a good hearer. He lives very close to this gild, and I should n't be gone very long. What do you consider honey ? You know what a sucker I am for individual going through a hard time. ``

Still in my trancelike state, I nodded my chief and said, `` Sure baby, I know how you like to help people out. I will await here for you, while you help him through his unmanageable time. '' Kathy is one of those champagne, friendly type masses, that everyone likes, and wants to be booster with. Being in the state of mind I was in, I really did n't make out if she was telling me the truth, or if this was just a pretense that made it light for her, and me, to except what was maybe about to chance. She gave my arm a little squeeze, and I watched my aphrodisiacal wife walk over to haystack. They kissed, and he put his arm around her mature hip as they walked to the going. I saw her pucker me a osculation over her shoulder, as they disappeared through the door.

I went back to our John Wilkes Booth, where there now sat four good swallow. I sat there, put my helping hand in my sac, and pulled out her thong. Inconspicuously I put it to my nose, and deeply breathed in her aroma. The olfactory property that another guy had caused. I could n't pledge, or do anything but sit there with a big hard-on between my stage, and a big mi in my abdomen, starring off into the length. From fourth dimension to clip I would attract out her thong again, and pass 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 hr, they were probably just talking. If it was longer, they were most likely in bed together. I looked at my scout, and got a regurgitate spirit in my abdomen. An 60 minutes and a one-half had already passed. I pictured in my judgment what it might look like for that new macho-man, 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 skirt and blouse, since she did n't have on any panty ? Were they doing a 69 ? Was his dick heavy than mine ? In the front man of my judgment, 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 lookout man again. Over two hours had passed. It was now almost 2 am, sentence for the golf club to close.

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

'' Oh, of course love, I am hunky-dory. Sorry I lost caterpillar track of meter, but kink is very nice to utter to. dearest since it is so late why do n't you go on home. Rick said he will drive me rest 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 ingest a fling in no unsealed terms, more than than once, and now I had to live with it, whether I liked it or not. `` Sure honey, that will be very well, have fun, '' I said, and left the club.

backrest at home, I could n't do anything. I could n't even look on TV. I was such an emotional crash. 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 concealment, and wonder what they were doing. This was the showtime metre in 26 years, that my wife was not at plate with me at 3:30 in the cockcrow.

I sat a while, then paced a while. Finely I went up to our bed, and laid down with her thong in my script, sleeplessly staring off into space and thinking. I was convinced they were fucking now for sure, or she would have been home 60 minutes before. I was wondering if she would descend rightfulness abode after they fucked, or if she would sleep with him. My mind was so unify up, that at unlike times, I found myself hoping for both.

I must make been laying there a long clock time in this body politic, because when I heard a stochasticity outside in the driveway I looked at the clock. It read 6:30 am, and it was beginning to get light outside. I heard the social movement doorway jiggle spread, and then I heard the love of my life coming up the step. I was so allay that she was finely home.

I looked over to the bedroom room access as it opened. There she stood, in the dim Light Within of break of day, wearing only a man 's shirt, and it was hanging wide overt. Her big mommy tits were in replete view, and I watched the bare physical body shift as she handled the door. Her normally kept up recollective hair was now a mess, as she stood there looking right hand 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.

'' beloved are you ok ? '' she asks still looking right at me. I could n't speak, so I just extended my manus to her. She took my que, and walked over and sat beside me on the edge bed. When she got close to me, I could smack the spirits and the sex. I saw that her big mama tits were now covered with red fall guy, that I assumed to be suck stigma. Her composition was a mess, and one of her earrings was missing. I was so felicitous 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 longsighted red fingernails. She looked at me and ask again, `` dearest is everything ok ? ''

'' Yes, my making love, it has never been better. '' I said, as I reached up and pulled her pretty human face to mine. When I kissed her, there was a salty penchant on her sassing. She tried to push her spit into my mouth, like we normally do, when we kiss with deep feelings. But, I wanted to lick all around the outside of her lips, and discernment as much as I could. The taste on her was captivating.

When we both sensed that our hearts had been reconnected, I scooted over on the bed. She lay down beside me, but with her pass at the hoof it end of the bed. In this position, the flavour of the musk between her legs was even stiff. It was hypnotic. I felt her snap postponement of my dig, and lightly begin to stroke me, as she snuggled her consistence closer to mine. I felt her cradle my formal shift with one hand, as she lightly scratched up and down my diaphysis with her fingernails. This was amazing. I did n't think I could get hard, again after having an erecting for nigh 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 slope of my head. I could experience her hair hanging on my thigh, and feel her fleshy melons dangling on my belly as she stroked my throbbing hammer. This was gravel, I could hardly conceive this was happening. Having my utilize married woman laying on top of me, smelling like a bawd, and stroking my hammer like a fornicatress, was way more erotic than I ever imagined.

The starting time beams of sunlight streamed through the window, and right up between my married woman 's wellspring shaped legs. It gave me a goodness feeling at her pertly fucked puss, that was hovering just inches above my face. I could almost see right up her gape fix, if her kitty-cat lips would n't bear been so puff up from the ponding they had just gotten. It looked amazing. What a mess this kid had made of her splice pussy.

Just then a drop of juice dripped right on my amphetamine lip. With a little nerves, I did what I have dreamed of doing hundreds of times. I stuck out my tongue and licked it off. The taste was a faint mix of saltiness and tartness. I wanted more, so I wrapped my arms around her coxa and ass, and pulled her down. My slut wife gave no resistance, as she allowed me to deplume her wet sloppy cunt tight against my oral cavity and face. I was in heaven.

It was not Henry Sweet like some of the write up you read call. It was salty and bitterness, and it really was pretty slimy and disgusting. I loved it. I instantly became addicted. I wanted more and more. I could n't discontinue licking deeper and deeply. When I licked up all that I could, I sealed my rim around her pussy, and genteelly sucked until I felt a alluvion of Thomas More nectar flow into my back talk, where it was promptly swallowed. I was in exaltation.

As I was cleaning up this young man 's stack, I thought what it must induce looked like when they were going at it. I could almost figure my married woman 's shapely mature torso all entwined with his Whitney Young hard flesh. I could almost see her mature body shimming, and her big mammy tits bouncing all around, as he gave her a difficult pumping. I know how eager those youth cocks are for mature married woman, and he had just had mine. And, here I am, cleaning up his leftovers.

She started to grind against my facial expression as her stimulation grew. I wondered how many times 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 sinew hardened. She now smashed her cheating puss hard against my hungry backtalk. She bucked and twitched, as I once again I gobbled up another terrific mixture, of pussy juice and cum, into my waiting oral cavity. It was terrific to feel her mature, curvy body stiffen on top of me. Her quivering flesh was awake with orgasm. It was all I could handle.

I wrapped my arms around her gorges thighs, and pulled her pussy into my face, as hard as I could. It was the most intense orgasm I ever had. It felt like I had a fire-hose between my branch as I blew my lode. Gush after gush of pend up arousal, from so many years of fantasy, was now being released. It was beyond what I ever thought potential. We twitched, and pulsated together for respective minutes.

Finally, she collapsed on top of me as we both descended from our sexual high gear. As we lay there together in blissfulness, 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 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 crick over next weekend for supper, so you two can touch. I love you honey. I love you so much. '' Without moving a musculus, she drifted off to sleep. She had a long night.

I should get 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 uncoerced to accept what was to make out. I thought it was very fitting, that she was out getting her pussy fucked all night, and I was waiting at home all night with a raging hard-on. Yet, at the end of the night, all I got was a deal 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 do over, because I knew there was a effective chance that I would witness this young stud, seduce and fuck my wife, right in straw man of me. I could n't expect to see this Young hunk, giving my wonderful suppurate wife another good shtup right in our marriage bed.

I still had my arms wrapped around her hips, and her well cleaned kitty was just inches from my face. I was once again alone with my sentiment. But, this time my brain was not turbulent, it was calm. I had got my wish. My lovely and conservative married woman, was surly going to turn into a loose woman, and I was now a cuckold. I puckered up one more time, and gave my married woman one last kiss on her wellspring used pussy, then I to drifted off to sleep .