We stood there with my arms around her for quite a while, not saying anything until the mood was broken by the ringing of the phone. Our taxi was out... front. We went to a nice Italian restaurant that was just west of where we had dinner the night before. The place was packed but a $20 to the maitre d' got us seated fairly fast. We ordered a bottle of wine and two of the featured pasta specials and then I sat there patiently waiting for my wife to begin talking. "Are you mad? She asked. "Yes! . It was soft and silky. We were still standing. I got bold and started inserting my finger her cunt. Mom kissed me hard and almost bit my lips. She was getting more and more excited. She once again held my dick in her hand and moved it back and forth. Now i kissed her hard on her lips. I was madly fingering her. Mom also moved her palm over my dick very fast. In sheer excitement, i lost my control. I started coming there and then. My semen started gushing out all over her hand, thighs and legs.. Her hair was, as usual, neatly brushed, and other than light red lipstick, she wore no makeup. A pair of high heel mules covered her bare feet, as she sat with her legs crossed. The robe was parted to show her left leg all the way up to her thigh, and her nipples were visible under the thin nylon fabric of the robe. She poured a cup of coffee for me and said, "Okay mister, start talking."I decided to get right to the point, so I said, "Yes, Gloria, you were tampered with last night, and I did. The type of parting varies. Some would loudly accuse me of being frigid, or a lesbian, then there were the nicer ones, who would be more circumlocutory, waffling about how I was a ‘nice girl… not you but me… just need time to find myself…’ yada, yada, but it came to the same thing in the end: I was just a lousy lay. For some reason, while I crave the intimacy of close contact, when things get hot and dirty I just tense up inside, leading to disappointment all round, an ache in my crotch,.