Aug 10, 2017

Karma: How I Watched My 45 Year Old Wife Sleep with Another Man

How could she do this to me? My wife was making love with another
man and I had to watch it! Ours had been a story book tale of love
and marriage. Even though I was a bit older than Kate, we had known
25 years of tried and true, faithful love to each other. We were
what seemed to be the All American couple, three lovely children who
were now out on their own, positive contributors to society, Kate
sang in the church choir on Sunday, was former president of the local
PTA, was known to be an excellent wife and mother. I had a nice
business going that supported us nicely but not extravagantly. We
were respected members of the community with no hint of scandal or
playing around.
Kate and I had not been high school sweethearts, even though we had
gone to the same school. I had graduated 3 years before she and went
immediately into the Navy. When I was home on leave a friend had his
girlfriend set me up with her on a blind date. When I first laid my
eyes on her I knew this tall nicely proportioned red headed girl was
THE ONE! At the end of our date I told her I was going to marry her.
She thought I was just playing a line, she had heard about sailors
and their girls in every port reputation. It had taken me four years
of dates when home on leave, countless letters and dozens of phone
calls, but three months after her 20th birthday I slipped my ring on
the third finger of her left hand and made her my wife. I loved her
and still do with an ardent passion that time has not diminished. As
a sailor, I had had a few S3@.x:’ual encounters, but they all ended when
I met Kate. She had told me on our wedding night she was a V!rg!n
and I never had reason to disbelieve her. Neither of us in all the
years, through good times and bad had ever strayed, and we both had
had ample opportunity. Our love for each other had kept us true,
faithful.
Kate was in the arms of her lover for the night, standing on the
balcony to our room, lanai as they call it here in Hawaii, kissing
him passionately while his hands roamed over my wife’s body, while I
sat in a chair near the bed. My mind retraced the events leading to
this scene. Since the kids were gone and on their own we had decided
to spend Christmas in Hawaii. Just before leaving for Oahu, on the
trip which was to be the real “honeymoon” we never had, Kate dropped
a bomb in my lap and shattered everything I had ever thought about my
wife. She had told me while we were in Hawaii, she wanted to..to
have S3@.x:’ with other men. She rushed on clearly embarassed at her
confession…she said I had my time to play the field while I was in
the Navy and she had kept herself pure for her future husband. Now
that the children were grown, she wanted to see what she had missed.
She told me it had been a long held fantasy of many years and it was
only fair. I had my time to sow “wild oats” now it was hers. I was
not pleased with this to say the least but after much
argument/discussion she wrangled a promise out of me to go along with
her desires, after all, her logic went, “whats good for the gander is
good for the goose!”
She had said we would go “shopping” for her together. Her confession
put a king sized damper on my enjoyment of our trip. Every man Kate
looked at or spoke to, in my mind became a possible lover for my
wife. I wondered was Kate “shopping” when she spoke to other men or
was it just casual conversation? My tormented mind and soul found
out the third night we were on Oahu. While we were getting dressed
for the evening, she kissed me and told me that she thought tonight
would be a good night for “shopping.” My heart leaped into my mouth.
I saw a look in her eyes that I had never seen before. Kate moved
away from me wearing only her panties, her fine figure a sight to
see. I could see through her thin panties the lush scarlet bush that
covered her Mound of Venus. I was instantly hard with lustful
thoughts. At 45, my wife was still a fine looking woman. Tall at 5′
8 inches and not overweight like many of her friends, holding her own
at 135. Her hair was cut short and was a fine natural red, not
flaming red but a beautiful auburn, her proud bre@.$ts were full, and
were dusted with a light covering of freckles. A feature of my wife
that I found S3@.x:’y as hell. My stomach tossed as I was thinking soon
she would be offering this body, this body that until tonight only I
had known its pleasures.
I had read of wives who had done what mine was preparing to do and
they had dressed like tarts. Not my Kate. She had always dressed
conservatively and tonight was really no different, but yet there was
a difference. She had bought a dress in the ladies shop in the
hotel…a beautiful just above the knee, filmy like thing that was
thin but not see through. It had white and red and blue squares in
vertical lines that brought just enough color to make accessorizing
it simple. A single strand of white pearls from Japan and white
sandal highheels completed the ensemble. Oh and one more thing. In
25 years she had never taken off her wedding ring. It was still on
her hand. She had chosen her outfit well, and she looked like a
vison of S3@.x:’ual delight. Then I realized what the difference was.
There was nothing under that dress but my Kate. Her legs were nice
and tan from laying in the sun and nylons were unnecessary, the
highheels shaping her legs and defining her calves. The dress was
close fitting and formed to her but was not tight, setting off her
attractive figure. Her bre@.$ts pressing against the thin fabric
were stimulated by the material. Her distended N!.pplss made
themselves clearly visible under the filmy bodice. An obvious and
unconcealable giveaway to her heightened S3@.x:’ual state. She looked
exactly like what she was….an attractive middle aged woman who was
out for fun! My heart was breaking because I had hoped she would not
be able to find anyone interested in her evenings plans. Looking
like she did dashed that hope. I concluded the problem would be
keeping men away!
We went to dinner in the hotel then checked out several different
night clubs until we found one she liked. It was full of men and
women mostly couples but many singles of both S3@.x:’es, but their median
age was at least 15-20 years younger than ours. She had confided she
wanted a “young stud.” I wilted when she said it. The implication
was clear. I no longer satisfied her S3@.x:’ual needs. We had drinks
and danced, and soon the men found she was an available dance
partner. Over the course of about two hours Kate danced with several
younger men, both fast and slow dances. Kate is an excellent dancer
while I am barely adequate. This thought also contributed to my
dismay. My wife was clearly enjoying the attention of the men and in
all the time I had only danced with her twice. It was obvious to all
who paid any attention to her that Kate was “shopping.” I looked
around the room and noticed a few other ladies of my wife’s age, but
none were as lovely or as popular. The men watched her as she
danced, her fine shapely legs moving witht he music…her hips
swaying rhythmically, her unfettered bre@.$ts moving under the black
filmy dress, the still hard N!.pplss trying to poke their way through
the material. Throughout the evening she had danced with many men
and as the evening wore on she had narrowed the field to two good
looking men and danced only with them.
She was dancing to the “Lonely Bull” with a young man I guessed to be
about 30 or a year or so less. Not a pretty boy but the kind of
cruel good looks women fall for. Tall, dark and handsome, a young
Sean Connery I thought. He held her close as they danced, her head
rested on his shoulder. I could see her lips moving as they danced,
was she singing quietly to him or whispering words of love? He had
danced with Kate many times before, more than any of the others.
After each dance the men had escorted her back to our table but none
had joined us. But this time I knew he would stay. His hands were
moving about my wife’s body caressing her as they danced, down her
back onto her fine round ass, then back up her sides to her
shoulders, down along the outside of her hips and thighs. Kate
tilted her head back and he kissed her. Her mouth opened and I saw
his tongue probe between her teeth. It was obvious to me and to
everyone else, Kate had made her choice!
She brought him to our table and he sat down, Kate making the
introductions. Zack. We made small talk and had another drink or
two as he and Kate danced a few more dances. My stomach was
churning, I was miserable. I found it intolerable to be forced to be
friendly with this fellow but I put on my best “negotiations face”
and smiled. In a way I couldn’t blame the guy. He was just out for
an evening of fun and he had found a willing lady. It didn’t matter
to him she was another man’s wife. My Wife. My prayers had gone
unanswered. This interloper I knew would soon be F**.Cking my wife.
They sat down he was on her left, I on her right but further away.
She smiled at him and kissed him playfully. I died. He placed a
hand on her thigh and she kissed him again, this time with more
passion. I saw him slide his hand down her thigh and back up again,
obviously going under the hem. He caressed her and she shifted
postion as they kissed, her hand went to his face and then slid
slowly to his lap. Even in the relative darkness, I and anyone who
was watching could see them petting.
My wife is not a prude. In our S3@.x:’ual repetoir we have tried many
things, but public exhibitionism wasn’t one of them. Kate had very
fixed ideas on what was proper public behavior and this certainly
wasn’t it! It must have been the alcohol, or the distance from home,
or the idea of fantasy fulfillment for her to act this brazen. His
hand came up to her bre@.$t and squeezed. She moaned…then gasped as
he pinched her N!.ppls. I cringed. I wanted to cry, seeing him grope
my wife. He looked at me, giving me an odd look, then said matter of
factly, “its time.” Kate looked at him and nodded. I asked her if
she was sure? She whispered…”Yes, lets go before… before the
lady looses her nerve!” I took heart at hearing this. My wife
wasn’t completely sure of herself! But by the way he held her and
she clung to him, I knew unless some miracle happened and soon, my
wife would be his for the taking. Kate and I and Zack left together,
she on his arm, me trailing like a sick dog behind.
Now here we are in our room in the Tower of the Royal Hawaiian high
above Waikiki, on what was our 25th Anniversary trip, our “second
honeymoon.” Kate and Zack were taking their time. This was not
going not be a quickie, slam bam thank you ma’am. They came to stand
by the bed, my wife’s countenance was flushed with the alcohol and
desire was on her face and in her eyes. Zack’s hands were roaming
freely over my wife’s body, feeling and fondling her bre@.$ts,
pinching her N!.pplss through the thin filmy black fabric, caressing
her face…she kissed his hand, he grabbed both of her ass cheeks and
drew her to him crushing her pubic mound against the huge bulge in
his trousers. He undid the belt that held her dress closed and her
dress opened and fell to the floor. Without hesitating he knelt
before her, hooked his fingers in her sheer panties and tugged them
down and off of her. Absent mindedly, he threw them aside and they
struck me in the chest as I sat in the chair. I held them in my
hands and noticed they were wet with Kate’s moisture and
heavy with her scent.
My heart beat rapidly, I had a hard time breathing. Here was my wife
of twenty-five years standing totally N@kkd before Zack, this total
stranger, without a hint of embarassment. Exposing herself to him,
letting him see what no other man had seen before, only I. He
exclaimed, “My God, Kate….you are stunning!” His hungry eyes
feasted upon the sight of my N@kkd wife…her fine proud freckled
bre@.$ts jutting before him, the smoothness of her milky white skin
from throat to hips, the soft swell of her tummy, and the auburn fur
over her Pu.$$y, the long tan legs and nice rounded ass. I had to
agree. Kate at 45, was stunning. He took her in his arms and again
they kissed with passion. Kate ground her lush scarlet bush into his
hard manhood…gasping huskily, “I want you Zack. Tonight I am
yours.” I sat there hoping to appear impassive, but inside I was
crying. But they didn’t notice me. I was irrelevant. Zack had his
piece for the night and Kate had her lover.
Kate tilted her head back and closed her eyes as her lover kissed her
ear and worked his way down her throat onto her shoulders and
eventually onto her bre@.$ts. He nibbled and kissed her N!.pplss as
his hands explored her body. His hand lingered on her red carpeted
pubic mound, massaging her bush while his lips and teeth worried her
N!.pplss. Kate stood for him allowing his fingers to enter her labia
and find her cl!t. He manuevered his fingers over her “pearl” giving
it special attention until her hips were writhing in a circular
motion and she was whimpering softly to his ministrations. Suddenly
she began a rapid to and fro bucking of her hips and she whined
louder and with obvious S3@.x:’ual passion …”MMmmm …. MMmm ….. good
…so good…. MMmm… MMmm…yes…yes…..” I was in a perfect
position to see his hands exciting her and knew my loving wife was
having her first org@.$m literally at the hands of another man. I saw
his fingers wet with her fluid. The air was heavy with her scent and
passion. I was dying inside. How could she do this to me?
Zack finally looked over at me and gave me look that said it all.
“What kind of fool are you to hand over your wife, a wife as fine as
Kate, to allow another man to take her in your presence?” Zack
lifted Kate on to the bed and laid her on her back and she
automatically opened her thighs presenting her womanhood to him. As
her legs spread I saw a startling sight. Kate keeps her pubic hair
neatly trimmed, but for this special occasion she had shaved her
Pu.$$y lips. They were bare as the day she was born and completely
exposed….an inviting sight to be sure and it was offered to Zack!
I closed my eyes and prayed, “No God, please no…” Placing himself
between her silky thighs he pressed his face to her sopping slit.
Just before his head blocked my view of my wife’s waiting Pu.$$y, I
saw it was wet and her upper thighs were moist from her juices.
Juices secreted in anticipation of a rapidly approaching illicit
fornication.
Expertly he tasted the delights of ...

Nov 27, 2016

Must Read: Beyond The Banging Bodies and The Mind Blowing S*x

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It's amazing to see the rate at which our females are just radiating beauty everywhere these days. Omo, even the oldies are so much intimidated that they have began competing with the younger ladies for younger men more than it has ever been in time past. You go some granny like this ehn, o boy you go fear package. But as much as beautiful ladies are for grabs in every corner you turn, most of them are disappointments.
Some girls do not have anything else to offer apart from looking sexy. Argue all you want, but this is the truth. Most ladies spend all their time and resources on their appearance, just to look sexy -forgetting that a man is not going to remain horny 24/7, there are times he requires intellectual intimacy on issues that affects him psychologically, spiritually and career wise. But there you are… blank – headed.
I often watch African movies, and when a man cheats, the woman confronts her man usually with these words; look at me, what does she have that I don't have? I do everything to please you but yet….bla bla. That's about it.. but these women keep missing the point. It's not about the mind blowing sex or the banging body
There are times when he would only need a real woman to share his worries with and your miniskirts, long lashes, cream-induced hips, breasts and bum would not bring anything to that table. There would be days when he would need your managerial qualities, but you are only used to living lavish. And loving the hype you get on social media – Instagram Slay mama! Nothing frustrates a man more than a woman who contributes nothing to 'him'.
Look, men don't just get into marriage because of sex alone, if it were for sex alone, most men will not even get married. Why would they? When they have varieties of women who are professionals in the sex business, who would even 'serve' him better than you would. But then, it's more than just sex and a banging body. If you're lucky to get wedded based on your looks and body, when the beauty starts to fade and he's seeing younger prettier ladies out there , what will you fall back on?. Don't spend all your days making-up, doing nails and turning up anywhere a DJ takes his speakers to. Of course men like and 'date' the 'happening' girls but settle down and marry the ones that can contribute to them 'intellectually'. So, Build yourself. Learn and practice things that can add values to your life. Being beautiful or sexy doesn't prevent you from still being 'dumb and useless' at the end of the day. Some men would die for the curvy hips, breasts and big round asses, but the question on a man's mind remains ; do you have sense?
Men not only love, and not only respect but revere and adore women whose mental faculty is a breeding ground for super ideas, solutions and are driven by realistic goals – that's beauty, brains and drive.
Quote me, no matter how faded your beauty becomes, men treat valuable women like they just met them blossoming in beauty, and will always run back to them if he knows she's a major solution provider to his intellectual logjam.
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