First time cuckold by Haywood72..,
First Time Cuckold , It must have 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 have 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 face. She said, “Oh, I didn’t hear you get home. You surprised me.” There she stood, doing the wash, wearing only a pair of panties and her bra, a rare sight to be held for my normally conservative, and dressed wife.
Kathy, at 49 years old, is what most guys would call a MILF. She stands 5’5” tall, and has kept off the weight over the years. She was on the skinny side when we got married, but after the kids came, she started to develop, and develop 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 rack that still remains quite firm, and a great set of legs. She attracts quite a bit of attention when we are out somewhere, and she is wearing heels. The guys can’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 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 tongue 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 arms, then wedged the tips of my fingers and my hands, down underneath the elastic of her panties. Feeling her soft, warm flesh, I couldn’t help but glanced over to the open window, hoping to see a peeping Tom looking in at her, but to my disappointment, there was no one there.
For the last several years, I have been getting turned on with the idea of Kathy having sex with other men. I don’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 mind of her with other men, bring out a sexual arousal in me that is beyond anything I ever felt before. It’s all I can think about. These 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 take me out dancing or something tonight.” Even though dancing 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 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 night out.” I saw the sparkle in her eyes as I was speaking.
“Great, I’ll go up and get ready. Why don’t you mix me a drink for when I come back down?” As she ran up the steps, she stopped halfway up, and gave her well-rounded, mature mommy ass, a sexy little 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 conservative. However, recently I had gotten her to start dressing a little 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 courage to tell 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 stop talking so stupid. So, without much hope of this ever happening, I spend a lot of time in wife sharing sites on the Internet, reading stories, and chatting with others.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my wife’s voice 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 want to have it checked. You might have 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 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 site on about husbands, that want their wives to have sex with other men,” she said. “Disgusting! Isn’t it!”
My God I thought, what do I do now? Scrambling for a reply 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 steps, I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her big heavy mature breasts were shimmying with every step. A jolt went through my entire body 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 good. She was wearing a short black skirt that hugged her hips, and a tight white top, that made her big mommy 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 long brunette hair laying on her shoulders, all I could do was stare at her, with my mouth hanging open. “Is this okay honey? You don’t think it’s too much for a 49-year-old grandma, do you?”
“Oh, no you look great,” 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 tops of her stockings. God, this was so not like her I thought to myself. She never was the blue jeans and sneakers type, but she is dressed to the nines tonight. It was an amazing sight to see.
She stood up and smoothed her clothing back down, took another sip of her drink, and asked me if I was ready. “Yes honey,” 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 heels drove me crazy. I love the way her calf muscles flex when she walks in heels. Then I got another shock. I noticed there were no panty lines underneath her tight skirt. I already know she wasn’t wearing a bra, so this made me wonder. But, I didn’t want to mess up a good thing, so I kept my mouth shut. I opened the door for her, and again watched her skirt ride 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 change in her. I can’t put my finger on it, but she seemed to be more confident or something, I don’t know, but I could tell something was different.