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 dark traffic was imposable. I must give startled her when I called out, `` Hi honey, 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 cheek. She said, `` Oh, I did n't hear you get domicile. You surprised me. '' There she stood, doing the airstream, wearing only a yoke of panties and her bra, a rare sight to be held for my normally conservative, and dressed wife.

Kathy, at 49 twelvemonth old, is what most guy rope would forebode a MILF. She stands 5'5 '' tall, and has kept off the weight over the year. She was on the penny-pinching position when we got married, but after the Thomas Kyd came, she started to arise, and prepare she did. She has rounded out just enough to smooth out the sharp edges, and have that sexy mom look about her. You know the eccentric I 'm talking about. She now has a 36d rack that still remains quite a firm, and a great set of legs. She attracts quite a bit of attention when we are out somewhere, and she is wearing bounder. 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 beauty, 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 munition, and gave her a kiss.

As we kissed, I felt her glossa energy its way between my sassing, and deeply into my mouth. I could tell she was glad to see me. When we broke our kiss, I held her in my arms, then wedged the tips of my finger and my helping hand, down underneath the rubber band of her scanty. Feeling her soft, warm flesh, I could n't serve but glint over to the opened window, hoping to see a peeping Tom looking in at her, but to my disappointment, there was no one there.

For the last respective old age, I have been getting turned on with the thought of Kathy having sex with other men. I do n't know why I started thinking this way, but when I do, I just burn inside with the thought of her being pleasured by another man. The images I create in my psyche of her with early men, bring out a sexual stimulation in me that is beyond anything I ever felt before. It 's all I can think about. These icon flash through my psyche when I 'm making sexual love to her. I often imagine that I 'm having her right hand after she was totally fulfilled by another man. It absolutely drives me nuts.

'' Well, my day was a petty drilling '' she said as we hugged. `` I was hoping you would ask me out dancing or something tonight. '' Even though dancing is not my affair, I was always more than happy to aim her out to a club, so she could delight herself. Sometimes she would even dance with mortal, which of course of study stirred up the illusion that I have had for the last-place several years.

'' Sure love, if you want to go dancing, that 's what we will do. My sugariness looker deserves a night out. '' I saw the coruscation in her heart as I was speaking.

'' Great, I 'll go up and get set up. Why do n't you mix me a boozing for when I come back down ? '' As she ran up the whole step, she stopped halfway up, and gave her well-rounded, mature mum ass, a sexy slight shake for me, and bounced on up to get dressed.

As I mixed her drink, the excitement of her perhaps dancing with another man tonight brought me to arousal. But I knew that she would never go further than a dance. The chance of her being with someone else was slim to none. She was much too materialistic. However, recently I had gotten her to start dressing a short sexier, by telling her how good-looking she had gotten since she matured, and giving her money to buy new outfits. Several months ago, I had even mustered up the courageousness to recite her, that if she ever met anyone who she would like to have a fling with, it would be okay with me. But to that, she just replied that I should bar talking so stupid. So, without a good deal hope of this ever happening, I spend a lot of time in wife sharing sites on the net, reading stories, and chatting with others.

My persuasion were interrupted by the sound of my wife 's voice calling down the footfall. `` dearest, you left your computer on when you went to puzzle out today. I turned it off for you, but you might require to have it checked. You might deliver a computer virus. ''

I was immediately shocked out of my dream state by her words. Oh, my God I thought, what did she see on my computing device ? I thought I would test the amnionic fluid, so I called back up to her, `` Why do you say that beloved ? ''

'' Well, there was some web 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 response I called back up the tone `` Yes hone, that is disgusting. I will have that checked as soon as I can. '' I was hoping that answer would secure my innocence.

As soon as I saw her coming down the steps, I knew she was n't wearing a bra. Her big overweight mature white meat were shimmying with every footfall. A jolt went through my integral consistency that almost made me pass out. I have never seen her look this way before. She was absolutely amazing. I had no idea she could look this ripe. She was wearing a short ignominious skirt that hugged her pelvic arch, and a tight Patrick Victor Martindale White top, that made her big mammy knocker look like they would shed right out, if she bent over. She looked absolutely gorgeous.

When she got to the rump of the steps, she did a minuscule spin for me. Looking closer, I could see the dark spots of her nipples showing through the thin material of her blouse. Dressed like this, with her constitution and jewelry on, and her silky hanker brunet hair laying on her shoulders, all I could do was stare at her, with my mouth hanging unfold. `` Is this okay honey ? You do n't think it 's too a great deal for a 49-year-old nanna, do you ? ''

'' Oh, no you look heavy, '' I managed to say as she took the drink from my hired man, and went over and sat down on the sofa, to put on her heels. I am sure my mouth was still hanging surface as her annulus rode up, and I saw the tops of her stockings. God, this was so not like her I thought to myself. She never was the gamey blue jean and stool pigeon type, but she is dressed to the nines tonight. It was an amazing muckle to see.

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

As we walked down the driveway to the car, the click clicking of her bounder force me crazy. I love the way her calf muscular tissue flex when she walks in heels. Then I got another shock. I noticed there were no panty course underneath her tight skirt. I already know she was n't wearing a bra, so this made me wonder. But, I did n't desire to mess up up a expert thing, so I kept my mouth shut. I opened the threshold for her, and again watched her doll razz 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 variety in her. I ca n't put my finger on it, but she seemed to be more confident or something, I do n't cognize, but I could tell something was different.

Kathy sat right up against me in the car, as we drove to the club. I could smell out her perfume, and feel the heat radiating off of her physical structure. Every time the car went over a bump in the route, I could feel her big lumbering mammy tit, shimmy against my arm. My mind was in a spell as she took my free hired man, placed it on her lap, and held it as we drove. At one of the stoplight, she looked into my eyes, and said in a tonus that I 've never heard before, `` I love you dear, I love you so practically. ''

My mind was in a fog, and my belly was in a knot. Did you ever have that queasy feeling like something big was about to occur, but you did n't make love 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 booth while you park the car ? ``

'' in force approximation '' I replied, yielding to her wishes, because at this degree she seems to have taken charge.

She got out of the car and walked past a chemical group of male child outside the club. I noticed she was swinging her ass a little bit more than requirement ( even with the heels on ) as she walked past them. When she went in, one of the guy rope grabbed his dick, and pushed it toward the club room access. All the other guy rope laughed, and grabbed their dicks as well. It was a trivial insulting, and sort of pissed me off, but I found myself getting a huge erecting. I drove away to park the car.

When I got inside the dancing golf club, I saw my wife waving to me from a dark John Wilkes 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 direction. When I sat down, she leaned in close to me to whisper something. Her boob rested on the tabletop, pushing her fleshy cleavage up, and out of her blouse. I could see the push straining to hold back her sizable mounds.

Leaning close to me, with a concerned look 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 outstanding. `` 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 immature man at the end of the bar, having a drink, and talking to the bartender. He was well built and very muscular. `` Yes, I do, what about him ? ''

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

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

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

Glancing back down at my wife 's sizable 36D titty on exhibit, I said to her, `` fountainhead honey, you can hardly charge a guy for looking. You have some pretty amazing looking titty, and hombre like to wait at overnice thing. '' She kind of shrugged her articulatio humeri, 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 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 tell him she was waiting for her husband ? My God, could this be happening ? Shaking the cloudiness from my school principal, 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 reasonable enough result to me.

Just then a slow song started to flirt. She looked at me and said, `` Honey why do n't you go get us some drunkenness ? '' I got up and made my way over to the bar, where there was a long 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 smell of inquiry on her grimace. I knew what she wanted. I simply smiled at her, and gave her a short nod of favourable reception.

She stretched out her helping hand to the young man. He took it, and moderate her the poor aloofness to the dancing storey, where he put his arms around her and pulled her ending. The sight of my married woman 's full breasts squashing against this young man 's chest made my kernel skip a heartbeat, as they began to shake to the medicine. His custody rested in the curve 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 add my fancy back to life sentence, as I got our beverage. Fortunately, the guild was fairly dark as I made my way back to our booth, with two drinks in my workforce, and a good erection.

Once there I got a closer smell at the duad terpsichore, just as the song was ending. I felt a rush of excitement rush through my unscathed torso as I saw the Lester Willis Young man slide his hand down to my wife 's ass face, take care down at her, and gift her a kiss on the sassing. It was n't a recollective passionate kiss, but it was no little mess either. early than attending new-year's- eve political party, I have never saw my wife being kissed on the brim by another man. This was a lot different than a new class 's party. To my seismic disturbance, she made no campaign to stop him, or deplumate away.

When she slid back into our cubicle, I could see that she was all flushed. Her dingy nipples were now tough, and straining against the thinly fabric of her top. She could not appear me in the eyes, yet she tried to make it seem like everything was all normal. Finely I ask, `` What was that all about ? ''

She managed to appear at me and said `` Oh, that ? '' `` Do n't be upset honey. He kissed me, and I did n't cognize 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 ? ``

'' fountainhead, 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 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 trade good dancer, and if you do n't take care, I would like to dance with him again. Would you be ok with that dear ? ''

I could n't believe that I was hearing this from my married woman. We were talking about her dancing with, and kissing another guy, a guy that had just had a hand-full of my married woman 's ass. My peter was so hard 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 take a crack, she was costless to do so. But, this time she did n't appear so turned off by it. She just told me not to lecture so slow, but she said it more jokingly, and playful then before. I did n't want to kid myself by thinking something might fall out tonight, but things definitely seemed to be moving in the veracious instruction.

Just then another slow song started to represent. I saw her feeling over to the bar, where her young admirer was standing. Then, I saw her calculate down at her almost good swallow, then up at me. `` love 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 long short letter 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 prison term my shapely wife did n't even reckon my way. As soon as she stood up, wrick had her in an embracement and was kissing her. But now, it was a longer kiss, and with far more warmth. I saw her assume his onward motion, and generate the kiss in kind. My gut was in nautical mile as I watched them walk arm and arm to the dance storey.

As they began to dance, I witnessed something that almost made me have an orgasm, right there on the stain. She was pressed against him so tight, that the fleshy base of her boob, was bulging out the sleeve of her top. My god, that looked so hot. There was Thomas More of her tit bulging out the side of her blouse, than a lot of other women even have. From meter to time I saw wrick 's mitt run up her position, and brush against her peril physique. But virtually of the time, he had his hand on her ass.

Just then I heard an elder guy, who was ahead of me in line of work, say to his buddy. `` Looks like Rickey is going to bed a married one tonight. '' When I looked back out on the saltation trading floor, I saw the bright dance light source sparkling off of my wife 's wedding ring, as she ran her finger's breadth 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. inferno, I 'm letting it happen.

Everything was all integrate up inside me, and I felt light 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 puma who had cornered her cubby. This guy could only be in his mid-20 's at best, more likely in his ahead of time 20 's, but he was coming on to my 49-year-old wife. There was a lot of very pretty unseasoned female child there around his age, that I am sure he could cause had, but he did n't need them, he wanted my wife. I was so gallant of her.

I got back to our booth at the Sami time the Sung was ending. After they kissed again, my married woman motioned for me to see her outside the lady 's room. I was almost in a trance as I walked over to the back corner of the golf club. When she finely came out, she walked over to me, and grabbed my hand. She placed a pocket-sized silky fabric in my thenar, and closed my finger around it. I could say 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 ? ''

'' certain. '' I said, giving it a tight squeeze, 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 piffling missy interpreter, that she always uses on me when she wants something. `` honey, '' she said, `` I want to ask you something, and delight do n't get upset with me. ''

Almost afraid to have it off 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 disquieted about it. He was wondering if I could go over to his place, and utter about it with him. He says I am a unspoilt hearer. He lives very close to this ball club, and I should n't be gone very long. What do you call up honey ? You know what a sucker I am for mortal going through a arduous time. ``

Still in my trancelike state, I nodded my oral sex and said, `` sure child, I know how you like to facilitate hoi polloi out. I will wait here for you, while you help him through his difficult time. '' Kathy is one of those bubbly, friendly type hoi polloi, that everyone the likes of, and wants to be friends with. Being in the state of creative thinker I was in, I really did n't know if she was telling me the truth, or if this was just a pretending that made it easier for her, and me, to exclude what was maybe about to find. She gave my arm a little squeeze, and I watched my sexy wife manner of walking over to Rick. They kissed, and he put his arm around her mature hip as they walked to the exit. I saw her pucker me a kiss over her shoulder, as they disappeared through the door.

I went back to our booth, where there now sat four full phase of the moon drinks. I sat there, put my hand in my pocket, and pulled out her thong. Inconspicuously I put it to my nose, and deeply breathed in her scent. The scent that another guy had caused. I could n't imbibe, or do anything but sit there with a big erecting between my pegleg, and a big air mile in my stomach, starring off into the distance. From time to time I would tear 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 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 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 mad feeling in my tum. An hr and a half had already passed. I pictured in my mind what it might look like for that young stud, to be laying on top of my wife, grinding his pelvic girdle 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 take in on any panties ? Were they doing a 69 ? Was his dick bigger than mine ? In the front 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 binding of my mind, I was hoping she was surrendering herself to him. I looked at my lookout man again. Over two 60 minutes had passed. It was now almost 2 am, time for the club to close.

I was jerked away from my sentiment by the sound of my electric cell phone going off. I saw it was Kathy 's turn, so I quickly answered. `` dearest are you ok, '' I ask.

'' Oh, of course honey, I am fine. Sorry I lost track of time, but rick is very overnice to talk to. love since it is so late why do n't you go on family. Rick 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 plate now. '' No way. I told her she could deliver a fling in no unsure terms, to a greater extent than once, and now I had to live with it, whether I liked it or not. `` sure enough honey, that will be amercement, have fun, '' I said, and left the club.

Back at home plate, I could n't do anything. I could n't even watch TV. I was such an worked up crash. I tried looking at some of my best-loved wife sharing web sites, and masturbate, but all I could do was just stare at the silver screen, and wonder what they were doing. This was the first time in 26 geezerhood, that my wife was not at home with me at 3:30 in the morning.

I sat a spell, then paced a while. Finely I went up to our bed, and laid down with her flip-flop in my hand, sleeplessly staring off into space and intellection. I was convinced they were fucking now for for sure, or she would have been home hours before. I was wondering if she would come decent dwelling house after they fucked, or if she would catch some Z's with him. My thinker was so mixed up, that at different times, I found myself hoping for both.

I must have been laying there a longsighted metre in this state, 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 outside. I heard the front door jiggle open, and then I heard the love of my life coming up the steps. I was so relieved that she was finely home base.

I looked over to the sleeping accommodation door as it opened. There she stood, in the dim light of morning, wearing only a man 's shirt, and it was hanging panoptic unfold. Her big mamma titty were in wide-cut eyeshot, and I watched the bare flesh shimmy as she handled the room access. Her normally well-kept longsighted hair 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-time. All I could do was stare at her.

'' Honey are you ok ? '' she asks still looking right at me. I could n't speak, so I just extended my hand to her. She took my que, and walked over and sat beside me on the edge bed. When she got close to me, I could smack the hard liquor and the sex. I saw that her big mamma bosom were now covered with red Deutsche Mark, that I assumed to be suck First Baron Marks of Broughton. Her make-up was a flock, 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 tit with her long red fingernails. She looked at me and ask again, `` Honey is everything ok ? ''

'' Yes, my love, it has never been better. '' I said, as I reached up and pulled her pretty face to mine. When I kissed her, there was a salty gustatory sensation on her lip. She tried to bear on her spit into my mouth, like we normally do, when we kiss with late feelings. But, I wanted to lick all around the outside of her sassing, and taste as a great deal 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 head at the foot end of the bed. In this locating, the olfaction of the musk between her legs was even stronger. It was soporific. I felt her grab appreciation of my shaft, and lightly get down to stroke me, as she snuggled her torso closer to mine. I felt her cradle my ball shift with one hand, as she lightly scratched up and down my shaft with her fingernails. This was amazing. I did n't recollect 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 meat of my head. I could find her hair hanging on my thigh, and palpate her punishing melons dangling on my belly as she stroked my throbbing prick. This was perplex, I could hardly conceive this was happening. Having my practice married woman laying on top of me, smelling like a whore, and stroking my cock like a slut, was way more erotic than I ever imagined.

The world-class light beam of sun streamed through the window, and right up between my married woman 's well shaped ramification. It gave me a near look at her freshly make love kitty, that was hovering just in above my face. I could almost see flop up her gape hollow, if her pussy lips would n't feature been so puffed up from the ponding they had just gotten. It looked amazing. What a good deal this kid had made of her married pussy.

Just then a drop cloth of juice dripped right on my amphetamine lip. With a little nervousness, I did what I have dreamed of doing hundreds of times. I stuck out my tongue and licked it off. The taste sensation was a faint mix of salt and rancor. I wanted more, so I wrapped my arms around her rose hip and ass, and pulled her down. My slut wife gave no underground, as she allowed me to pull her wet mucky cunt tight against my sassing and side. I was in heaven.

It was not sweet-scented like some of the stories you read claim. It was salty and bitter, and it really was pretty unworthy and disgusting. I loved it. I instantly became addicted. I wanted more and more. I could n't stop licking deeper and deeper. When I licked up all that I could, I sealed my lips around her pussy, and genteelly sucked until I felt a flood of more nectar menstruum into my oral cavity, where it was promptly swallowed. I was in cristal.

As I was cleaning up this young man 's mess, I thought what it must accept looked like when they were going at it. I could almost image my married woman 's shapely mature body all entwined with his young strong material body. I could almost see her mature body shimming, and her big mommy mammilla bouncing all around, as he gave her a hard pumping. I know how tidal bore those Edward Young dick are for mature wives, and he had just had mine. And, here I am, cleaning up his leftovers.

She started to grind against my face as her arousal grew. I wondered how many clock time tonight has she been in this body politic. I eagerly sucked and slurped her panting cunt, as she rapidly stroked my throbbing pecker. She had my balls bouncing all around that they were hurting, yet, it was feeling so good.

Suddenly I felt her entire dead body tense up, and her ass muscles hardened. She now smashed her cheating cunt hard against my athirst mouth. She bucked and twitched, as I once again I gobbled up another howling commixture, of purulent juice and cum, into my waiting mouthpiece. It was wonderful to feel her mature, curvy consistence stiffen on top of me. Her quivering frame was live with sexual climax. It was all I could handle.

I wrapped my arms around her gorge thighs, and pulled her pussy into my face, as arduous 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 encumbrance. Gush after gush of pend up arousal, from so many yr 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 sexual heights. As we lay there together in bliss, 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 remember that. '' Then she said `` I invited haystack over next weekend for supper, so you two can fill. I love you honey. I love you so a lot. '' Without moving a heftiness, she drifted off to sleep. She had a recollective night.

I should have been shocked when she said this, but I was n't. This is because I knew that thing were about to vary, and I was more than willing to take over what was to come. I thought it was very accommodation, that she was out getting her kitty fucked all night, and I was waiting at dwelling house all night with a raging hard-on. Yet, at the end of the nighttime, all I got was a hand job. Not nearly what most men would settle for, but this is the way I wanted it to be.

I could n't waitress for next weekend when wrick would come over, because I knew there was a good hazard that I would see this young rivet, seduce and fuck my wife, right in front of me. I could n't wait to see this young hunk, giving my fantastic maturate wife another good fucking right in our marriage bed.

I still had my arms wrapped around her hip joint, and her well cleaned pussycat was just in from my look. I was once again alone with my thoughts. But, this time my creative thinker was not riotous, it was serene. I had got my wish. My lovely and Conservative wife, was surly going to turn into a slut, and I was now a cuckold. I puckered up one more than clip, and gave my wife one death buss on her well used pussy, then I to drifted off to sleep .