She reached for my cock to start stroking it but I brushed her hand away and said, “Let’s see what you look like…” and got down off the table....I got her to face the full-length mirror and I stood behind her… I told her to look at herself in the mirror and she met my glance in the mirror. I reached around with both hands and fondled her breasts through the satin robe and I could feel that her nipples were quite hard. I pulled her back against my chest and found my stiff cock resting between her. I looked down from behind her and could smell her hair as well. I put my arms around her from behind and kissed her on the top of the head. That hardly seemed romantic but at the same time her ass was resting against my groin and I started to get hard again. There was no doubt she could feel me growing through my jeans and she reached around to massage me gently through the denim. She turned around and we kissed deeply. I could taste cool beer in her mouth and delighted in the feel of her hot. I don't know if it was the wine talking but I agreed. Now I was intrigued. Her husband came over and sat next to me. He kissed my cheek then turned to kiss my mouth. I let him. Next I'm feeling his hand in my blouse. He moves his mouth down and cups my nipple with his mouth. He mumbles to me that they taste and feel like he imagined. I am starting to enjoy it and open my legs slightly, as if inviting him to explore. He takes the bait and I feel his fingers wandering around my pussy, rubbing my. I felt this sudden gush of heat in my cheeks and loins and my dick started to spasm. I freaked out because I didn’t know what was happening. She shushed me, held me tight and just kept saying “Oh! Cum for me, cum for me my love, cum for me”…I didn’t want to pee while still in her but it didn’t feel like I was peeing, yet I could feel a thick liquid shoot out of my penis.I clung on for dear life and vowed that I would never let go. And I didn’t for the next 2 years before we moved to another.