I didn't make love, I fucked.Yet, I couldn't do any of those without giving away completely the shocking truth of what we were doing.Suddenly my phone... which I had put on vibrate, buzzed in my hand.I looked at it.Fuck, I love you, Mommy.Reading those five words... reading the most sweet, endearing term for being a mother... and I was a mess.I couldn't deny that I felt something so powerful as his cock slowly filled me, as I stared at those words.I loved him too.And this... this... whatever this. But the waiters noticed. I saw a couple of them turn their heads from inside the glass doors 60 feet away and whisper among themselves.“I need fucking.” Urvashi said breathing heavily and stroking the bulge in my pants that had developed as a result of watching my newly 30 year old MILF wife cum in a public place under the moonlight.“Me too!” I replied and made a check sign in the air looking at the waiter.A couple of minutes later, Urvashi had downed her eighth drink and I had downed my. "Now look at you," he chimed back as he gently led me into his placewith both my hands and lots of eye contact. "Looking like quite thesnack."I looked around his place as he prepared me a cocktail. It was gorgeousand spacious. It was beautifully and simply furnished. He had abeautiful view overlooking the city where I live from his privatebalcony.We sat on his sofa and flirted for a bit."I can't believe you're here!" he told me.I giggled like a cute girl would. "Me too," I said nervously as. Over and over again he does this as he hears her grunts become more high-pitched, until finally she lets out a loud squeal and then lets loose.“Ahhhhhh! Mm-mm-mmm-mmm-mm,” biting her lip, she helps him bounce her up and down on top of him. “Haahhhhhhhhhhh!” Faster and faster he goes, the harder he pushes up, the harder her g-spot is assaulted. “Ohhh please don’t stop, oh…” letting out a deep breath, she climaxes for the second time in minutes. Arching her back, he slows and rocks her hips.