Thirty-four years her senior, and I adored her... and she, me.As the summer drew to a close, we decided that we had gotten carried away, and with our ...ge difference and me being married, we could only allow ourselves to be friends. We mutually agreed that we had come too far and were too curious not to meet for coffee or something, but there would be no hanky-panky. That pact took all of about 15 minutes to fall by the wayside...In September her parents drove her to Boston, and on the second. “clear….Mistress” I replied to her statement and took off my coat and jacket and followed her to the lounge.We entered and the I saw eight sets of eyes on us as we stepped into the room. They looked middle aged and middle class, dressed in casual suits and the ladies in evening gowns. I had entered a dinner party I thought.One of the ladies, a middle aged plumpish redhead with a bra that accentuated her ample breasts, pushing them up nearly out of the top of her black frock came forward towards. You grab a bottle of wine from the fridge and both head over to Jane house. Jane opens the door invites you in. All the other couples have already arrived. Jane has put nibbles and drinks out. She offers you both a drink and starts introducing you to everyone. As you go from couple to couple you notice them eyeing you up. Both men and women are giving you the eye. Your pussy starts getting wet and you are praying your husband does not want to pull out. For the first hour or so everybody just. John looked down at them and said wow. I took one for myself and told John to dig in. So there we sat, the three of us on the couch looking at porn. I was not sure how far things were going to go at this point, but I was awfully excited. My cock was starting to get hard and being right next to John was trying not to let him see the bulge forming in my shorts. We weren't saying much to one another until Jeff asked John if he ever masturbated. He didn't respond immediately, but after a moment he.