It must receive been about 7 PM when I walked in the room access. My job had kept me a little longer than rule, and the Friday dark traffic was imposable. I must have startled her when I called out, `` Hi beloved, I 'm nursing home. ''

She jumped a bit with scare, but when she turned around and saw that it was me, a smile came over her aspect. She said, `` Oh, I did n't hear you get rest home. You surprised me. '' There she stood, doing the wash, wearing only a twain of step-in and her bra, a rare pot to be held for my normally cautious, and dressed wife.

Kathy, at 49 years old, is what most guys would foretell a MILF. She stands 5'5 '' tall, and has kept off the exercising weight over the eld. She was on the skinny side when we got matrimonial, but after the small fry came, she started to formulate, and modernise 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 type I 'm talking about. She now has a 36d wrack that still remains quite a firm, and a cracking set of branch. She attracts quite a bit of attention when we are out somewhere, and she is wearing bounder. The bozo ca n't withstand eyeing her up when she walks, and those well-rounded ma pelvic arch start to rock.

As I made my way over to my brunette beauty, 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 arms, and gave her a kiss.

As we kissed, I felt her natural language push its way between my backtalk, and deeply into my mouth. I could recount she was sword lily to see me. When we broke our kiss, I held her in my weapon, then wedged the bakshish of my digit and my deal, down underneath the elastic of her panty. Feeling her voiced, warm flesh, I could n't help oneself but glint over to the unresolved windowpane, hoping to see a peeping Tom looking in at her, but to my disappointment, there was no one there.

For the last various yr, I have been getting turned on with the approximation of Kathy having sex with early men. I do n't roll in the hay why I started thinking this way, but when I do, I just sunburn inside with the thinking of her being pleasured by another man. The persona I create in my mind of her with other men, bring out a intimate rousing in me that is beyond anything I ever felt before. It 's all I can think about. These picture flash through my psyche 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 drilling '' she said as we hugged. `` I was hoping you would take me out dancing or something tonight. '' Even though dancing is not my matter, I was always more than happy to ingest her out to a night club, so she could delight herself. Sometimes she would even dance with someone, which of course stirred up the fantasy that I have had for the last several years.

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

'' Great, I 'll go up and get quick. Why do n't you mix me a beverage for when I come back down ? '' As she ran up the whole tone, she stopped halfway up, and gave her all-round, mature mommy ass, a sexy fiddling waggle for me, and bounced on up to get dressed.

As I mixed her boozing, the excitation of her perhaps dancing with another man tonight brought me to arousal. But I knew that she would never go further than a dancing. The chance of her being with someone else was slim to none. She was much too conservative. However, recently I had gotten her to bulge dressing a slight sexier, by telling her how good-looking she had gotten since she matured, and giving her money to buy new outfits. various month ago, I had even mustered up the courage to narrate her, that if she ever met anyone who she would care to induce a fling with, it would be okay with me. But to that, she just replied that I should stop talking so stupid. So, without much hope of this ever happening, I spend a lot of time in wife sharing web site on the Internet, reading stories, and chatting with others.

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

I was immediately shocked out of my dream state by her words. Oh, my God I thought, what did she see on my calculator ? I thought I would quiz the weewee, so I called back up to her, `` Why do you say that dear ? ''

'' Well, there was some site on about husband, that want their married woman to have sex with early 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 throw that checked as soon as I can. '' I was hoping that reply would stop up 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 footfall. A jar went through my entire body that almost made me pass out. I have never seen her look this way before. She was absolutely flummox. I had no idea she could look this dear. She was wearing a short black skirt that hugged her hips, and a tight white top, that made her big mammy breasts look like they would spill right out, if she bent over. She looked absolutely gorgeous.

When she got to the bottom of the tone, she did a little twirl for me. Looking closer, I could see the dark slur of her nipples showing through the cut fabric of her blouse. Dressed like this, with her composition and jewelry on, and her silky yearn brunette hair laying on her shoulders, all I could do was stare at her, with my lip hanging open. `` Is this hunky-dory honey ? You do n't reckon it 's too often for a 49-year-old grandma, do you ? ''

'' Oh, no you look not bad, '' 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 mouth was still hanging open as her skirt rode up, and I saw the upside of her stockings. God, this was so not like her I thought to myself. She never was the disconsolate jeans and stool pigeon type, but she is dressed to the ennead tonight. It was an amazing sight to see.

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

As we walked down the driveway to the car, the click clicking of her hound drove me disturbed. I love the way her sura muscles flex when she walks in heels. Then I got another jolt. I noticed there were no pantie lines underneath her nasty dame. I already know she was n't wearing a bra, so this made me wonder. But, I did n't desire to mess up a unspoilt thing, so I kept my mouthpiece shut. I opened the door for her, and again watched her skirt devolve on up as she slid in the car. Taking my adorable wife out, dressed like this, was something I had day-dreamed about for old age. 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 make love, but I could tell something was different.

Kathy sat properly up against me in the car, as we drove to the club. I could smell her perfume, and sense the heat radiating off of her body. Every fourth dimension the car went over a blow in the road, I could feel her big labored mommy tit, shift against my arm. My mind was in a enchantment as she took my free script, placed it on her lap, and held it as we drove. At one of the stoplights, she looked into my centre, and said in a tone that I 've never heard before, `` I love you dear, I love you so much. ''

My creative thinker was in a fog, and my breadbasket was in a international nautical mile. Did you ever have that uneasy feeling like something big was about to hap, but you did n't screw what. That is the smell 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 ? ``

'' skilful idea '' I replied, yielding to her wishes, because at this point she seems to take in taken charge.

She got out of the car and walked past a grouping of boys outside the clubhouse. I noticed she was swinging her ass a trivial bit more than necessary ( even with the heels on ) as she walked past them. When she went in, one of the guys grabbed his dick, 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 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 terpsichore club, I saw my wife waving to me from a dark cubicle near the dance 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 electric resistance, I followed her direction. When I sat down, she leaned in close to me to whisper something. Her breasts rested on the tabletop, pushing her fleshy cleavage up, and out of her blouse. I could see the button straining to harbor back her goodly mounds.

proclivity closing curtain to me, with a concerned smell on her brass, 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 great. `` fountainhead, 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 upright looking new man at the end of the bar, having a drink, and talking to the barman. 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 enough where she was going with this, I simply ask her, `` Well, what 's wrong with that, '' knowing that guys ask her all the meter to dance.

'' Nothing, but he was staring at my breast the entirely clock time he was talking to me '' she said.

Glancing back down at my wife 's sizable 36D boob on show, I said to her, `` fountainhead honey, you can hardly find fault a guy for looking. You have some pretty amazing looking breasts, and bozo like to take care at squeamish things. '' She sort of shrugged her shoulder joint, and sat back in her hindquarters, 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 work, and that I ca n't dance now, but maybe later. Again, her parole hit me like a shockwave. Why would she say that ? Why would n't she distinguish him she was waiting for her married man ? My God, could this be happening ? Shaking the cloudiness from my head, 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 sensible enough resolution to me.

Just then a slow song started to play. She looked at me and said, `` beloved 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 tenacious personal line of credit.

Getting in pedigree I glanced back to our booth, and saw the Young man standing there, and my wife was looking at me, with a face of interrogation on her fount. I knew what she wanted. I simply smiled at her, and gave her a short nod of commendation.

She stretched out her hand to the young man. He took it, and pass her the shortsighted distance to the dance floor, where he put his weapon around her and pulled her close. The muckle of my married woman 's replete breast squashing against this young man 's chest made my substance skip a round, as they began to persuade to the music. His helping hand rested in the curvature of her backrest 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 phantasy back to liveliness, as I got our drinks. Fortunately, the club was fairly dark as I made my way back to our John Wilkes Booth, with two potable in my hands, and a full erection.

Once there I got a finisher spirit at the couple terpsichore, just as the song was ending. I felt a surge of excitement rush through my all consistence as I saw the young man slide his hand down to my wife 's ass cheek, look down at her, and give her a buss on the backtalk. It was n't a long passionate kiss, but it was no little pile either. other than attending new-year's- eve parties, I have never saw my wife being kissed on the back talk by another man. This was a lot unlike than a new twelvemonth 's party. To my shock, she made no effort to hold back him, or rip away.

When she slid back into our John Wilkes Booth, 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 eyes, yet she tried to progress to it appear like everything was all pattern. Finely I ask, `` What was that all about ? ''

She managed to look 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 affair, so I just puckered up and kissed him back. You are not upset with me, are you honey ? ``

'' Well, I guess I am not upset with you. I understand that it was just a reaction. Besides that, he is a very good looking immature 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 in force dancer, and if you do n't bear in mind, I would wish to trip the light fantastic with him again. Would you be ok with that dear ? ''

I could n't think that I was hearing this from my married woman. We were talking about her terpsichore with, and kissing another guy, a guy that had just had a hand-full of my wife 's ass. My pecker 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 have a go, she was costless to do so. But, this clock time she did n't seem so turned off by it. She just told me not to verbalize so mute, 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 things definitely seemed to be moving in the right centering.

Just then another slow song started to play. I saw her expression over to the bar, where her young adorer was standing. Then, I saw her look down at her almost fully drink, then up at me. `` honey why do n't you go and get us another drinking. '' I knew what she was thinking, so I immediately got up, and once again headed for the long billet at the bar.

Arriving at the bar, I looked back to our booth, and saw that kink was already standing there, with his hand out. This time my shapely married woman did n't even look my way. As soon as she stood up, wrick had her in an embrace and was kissing her. But now, it was a longer kiss, and with far to a greater extent warmth. I saw her admit his procession, and return the buss in sort. My gut was in international nautical mile as I watched them walk arm and arm to the saltation base.

As they began to trip the light fantastic toe, I witnessed something that almost made me have an climax, right there on the touch. She was pressed against him so tight, that the fleshy base of her breast, 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 time to meter I saw hayrick 's script run up her side, and brush against her unwrap flesh. But most of the time, he had his deal on her ass.

Just then I heard an sure-enough guy, who was ahead of me in line of merchandise, say to his buddy. `` Looks like Rickey is going to bed a matrimonial one tonight. '' When I looked back out on the saltation story, I saw the bright dancing lightness sparkling off of my wife 's wedding 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 happen. underworld, I 'm letting it happen.

Everything was all mixed up inside me, and I felt ignitor headed. Yet, I was experiencing the inviolable gumption of stimulation that I have ever had in my aliveness. I had to take on, they looked estimable together. Like a cougar who had cornered her cubby. This guy could only be in his mid-20 's at best, more likely in his early 20 's, but he was coming on to my 49-year-old married woman. There was a lot of very somewhat 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 kiosk at the Saami time the song was ending. After they kissed again, my wife motioned for me to forgather her outside the lady 's room. I was almost in a enchantment as I walked over to the hinder corner of the night club. When she finely came out, she walked over to me, and grabbed my bridge player. She placed a minor silky cloth in my laurel wreath, and closed my fingers around it. I could tell that it was soaking wet. `` What 's this ? '' I ask.

'' It 's a flip-flop, '' she told me. `` I wanted to try something new tonight, but it is n't fit to weary now. Can you hold it for me ? ''

'' sure. '' I said, giving it a sozzled squeeze, then putting it in my pocket, still in an almost trance like state.

Then she moved close to me, and started rubbing my arm. Her tone of interpreter changed into that little girl voice, that she always uses on me when she wants something. `` dearest, '' she said, `` I want to ask you something, and please do n't get upset with me. ''

Almost afraid to get laid 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 upset about it. He was wondering if I could go over to his post, and talk about it with him. He says I am a good hearer. He lives very close to this guild, and I should n't be gone very long. What do you conceive honey ? You know what a sucker I am for mortal going through a firmly time. ``

Still in my trancelike state, I nodded my promontory and said, `` sure sister, I know how you like to facilitate people out. I will wait here for you, while you help him through his difficult time. '' Kathy is one of those bubbly, favorable type people, that everyone ilk, and wants to be friend with. Being in the United States Department of State of mind I was in, I really did n't be intimate if she was telling me the Truth, or if this was just a pretext that made it easier for her, and me, to leave out what was maybe about to happen. She gave my arm a little wring, and I watched my sexy wife walk over to crick. They kissed, and he put his arm around her mature rosehip as they walked to the issue. I saw her pucker me a osculation over her shoulder, as they disappeared through the door.

I went back to our booth, where there now sat four full crapulence. I sat there, put my hand in my sack, and pulled out her thong. Inconspicuously I put it to my nozzle, and deeply breathed in her scent. The fragrance that another guy had caused. I could n't drink, or do anything but sit there with a big erection between my ramification, and a big knot in my stomach, starring off into the distance. From prison term to clip I would root for out her thong again, and move over 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 hour, they were probably just talking. If it was longer, they were most likely in bed together. I looked at my watch, and got a grisly intuitive feeling in my belly. An hour and a one-half had already passed. I pictured in my mind what it might look like for that Whitney Moore Young Jr. stud, 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 dame and blouse, since she did n't have on any panties ? Were they doing a 69 ? Was his cock bigger than mine ? In the front of my brain, I was hoping that they were just talking, and that when I saw her again she would still be mine. But, in the rear of my mind, I was hoping she was surrendering herself to him. I looked at my scout again. Over two hours had passed. It was now almost 2 am, time for the club to close.

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

'' Oh, of course of action honey, I am fine. Sorry I lost track of time, but hayrick is very squeamish to talk to. love since it is so late why do n't you go on menage. hayrick said he will force me dwelling house 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 induce a fling in no unsure terms, More than once, and now I had to experience with it, whether I liked it or not. `` Sure honey, that will be delicately, have fun, '' I said, and left the club.

Back at dwelling house, 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 preferent wife sharing web situation, and masturbate, but all I could do was just stare at the screen, and wonder what they were doing. This was the 1st time in 26 years, that my married woman was not at dwelling 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 outer space and thought process. I was convinced they were fucking now for sure, or she would have been home hours before. I was wondering if she would come mightily home after they fucked, or if she would sleep with him. My mind was so mixed up, that at different times, I found myself hoping for both.

I must have been laying there a recollective time in this State Department, 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 figurehead door joggle open, and then I heard the lovemaking of my liveliness coming up the stone's throw. I was so salve that she was finely home.

I looked over to the sleeping accommodation doorway as it opened. There she stood, in the dim light of sunrise, wearing only a man 's shirt, and it was hanging wide open. Her big momma boob were in full panorama, and I watched the bare flesh shimmy as she handled the doorway. Her normally well-kept long hair was now a passel, 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 biography. 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 boundary bed. When she got close to me, I could smell the hard drink and the sex. I saw that her big mommy tits were now covered with red German mark, that I assumed to be give suck marks. Her makeup was a mess, and one of her earrings was missing. I was so happy to receive her beside me again.

She reached out and started to rub my bare chest and belly, lightly scratching over my pap 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 taste on her backtalk. She tried to drive her tongue into my mouth, like we normally do, when we kiss with late notion. But, I wanted to lick all around the outside of her lips, and gustatory modality as very much as I could. The preference 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 position, the odour of the musk between her stage was even inviolable. It was hypnotic. I felt her grab custody of my peter, and lightly start to stroke me, as she snuggled her body finisher to mine. I felt her cradle my testicle sack with one bridge player, as she lightly scratched up and down my rotating shaft with her fingernails. This was amazing. I did n't think I could get hard, again after having an erecting for most of the nighttime, but I did.

My sexed-up married woman 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 position of my caput. I could sense her hair hanging on my second joint, and find her expectant melons dangling on my belly as she stroked my throbbing prick. This was awful, I could hardly conceive this was happening. Having my used wife laying on top of me, smelling like a whore, and stroking my hammer like a slut, was way more erotic than I ever imagined.

The first beams of sunlight streamed through the window, and right up between my wife 's fountainhead shaped legs. It gave me a good flavour at her impudently do it pussy, that was hovering just in above my case. I could almost see right up her gaping trap, if her pussycat lips would n't suffer been so draw up from the ponding they had just gotten. It looked amazing. What a muckle this kid had made of her get married pussy.

Just then a drop of juice dripped right on my upper lip. With a short jumpiness, I did what I have dreamed of doing C of times. I stuck out my tongue and licked it off. The taste was a faint mix of salt and rancor. I wanted more, so I wrapped my arm around her rose hip and ass, and pulled her Down. My trollop wife gave no resistance, as she allowed me to pull her wet sloppy cunt tight against my lip and face. I was in heaven.

It was not sugared like some of the history you read claim. It was salty and bitter, and it really was pretty slimed and disgusting. I loved it. I instantly became addicted. I wanted more and more. I could n't stop licking thick 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 lamp of more nectar flow into my mouth, where it was promptly swallowed. I was in ecstasy.

As I was cleaning up this Cy Young man 's mess, I thought what it must have looked like when they were going at it. I could almost depict my wife 's shapely mature body all entwined with his offspring hard 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 eager those young cocks are for mature wives, and he had just had mine. And, here I am, cleaning up his leftovers.

She started to toil against my face as her foreplay grew. I wondered how many times tonight has she been in this state. I eagerly sucked and slurped her heaving puss, as she rapidly stroked my throb peter. 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 twat hard against my athirst mouth. She bucked and twitched, as I once again I gobbled up another wonderful potpourri, of twat juice and cum, into my waiting backtalk. It was wonderful to sense her mature, curvy body stiffen on top of me. Her quivering human body was active with climax. It was all I could handle.

I wrapped my limb around her oesophagus thighs, and pulled her cunt into my face, as heavy as I could. It was the most vivid climax I ever had. It felt like I had a fire-hose between my legs as I blew my consignment. Gush after gush of pend up arousal, from so many years of fantasy, was now being released. It was beyond what I ever thought possible. We twitched, and pulsated together for several hour.

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 `` 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 call up that. '' Then she said `` I invited Rick over next weekend for supper, so you two can meet. I love you honey. I love you so much. '' Without moving a heftiness, she drifted off to sleep. She had a retentive night.

I should bear been shocked when she said this, but I was n't. This is because I knew that affair were about to convert, and I was more than will to swallow what was to come. I thought it was very fitting, that she was out getting her pussy fucked all dark, 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 hand job. Not nearly what near men would square off for, but this is the way I wanted it to be.

I could n't look for future weekend when Rick would come over, because I knew there was a honest probability that I would witness this Edward Young stud, seduce and fuck my wife, right in front of me. I could n't await to see this young hunk, giving my wonderful mature wife another thoroughly fucking rightfield in our marriage bed.

I still had my arms wrapped around her hips, and her well cleaned pussy was just inch from my side. I was once again alone with my thoughts. But, this time my mind was not riotous, it was calm. I had got my wish. My pin-up and conservativist wife, was surly going to turn into a loose woman, and I was now a cuckold. I puckered up one more clip, and gave my wife one endure kiss on her well used pussy, then I to drifted off to catch some Z's .