As I grabbed the tea glass and ran back inside like a little bashful high school girl.My husband I left his moms and went back home as I began to cook...trying to think what a man like that would like to eat and just decided a spaghetti supper and garlic bread seemed the best to start with.And blushing like a new bride as my mind twirled the thoughts of what this new man would be like, and talk about, and act like when he showed up at our house for his invited supper and meeting us.My husband. I must be out of practice she said.She did things with her hands, mouth, and tongue that I never ever felt before. My toes seemed to be in a constant curl. She sucked me every way imaginable and I was in heaven. She edged me for over an hour. My dick was harder than ever and became swollen begging to shoot a warm load in her mouth. I got to the point where I couldn't cum and she noticed that I was having a hard time cumming. I started stroking my dick right in front of her. I never even did. Her pussy was hairy. Her body was perfect. I had a full hard-on by this time. Then swami stood up and dropped his cloth. To my surprise he had a thick long cock. He was tall around 6 feet and strong and my mom was 5’4 and lean. Then my mom caught his penis and jerked it for a while and then started sucking it. She was sucking it with such eagerness and the way she was looking into the eyes of swamiji was so slutty and horny. I was enjoying the show expect she being my mom. After that he made my. You know how I am sometimes."Knowing he is NOT that way at all around me I just nodded, pretending he was always that way.It seemed like the darkness outside lasted forever. It was only 10:30 as I wrestled with the many raging thoughts that made me frustrated about my choices and also gave me a raging blood-engorged penis.I was downstairs in the living room. I wish he would give me another chance, I thought. He had to. Why didn't I just find out what he wanted to do? What if he just wanted to.