"Well, it certainly is later," I said in lieu of a greeting."Don't start," she said. "There's enough shit going on that I don't need it from you, too.... I wasn't starting," I said. "In fact, I was just finishing."There was silence on the other end of the line but she didn't rise to the bait."I want you to come down here," she said finally."What good would that do?" I just want you near me. I can't handle this alone. They put her in a psych ward for four days." Well, duh." What the fuck does that. You still do everything in your power to make her happy. I know that you don’t really like being around me but you tolerate it because it allows your daughter to be happy. How can I not admire and respect a woman like that?’She didn’t reply but I saw just a hint of a smile, more in her eyes, which I now saw were blue. I stayed only a short time as I didn’t want to push Donna into accepting my presence.The rest of that Sunday was hectic and for all the wrong reasons. It started before I’d even. "Been abandoned?" he asks, waving his glass in the direction of our table. My husband is still engrossed. "That's the problem with works dos," I say. "Everyone talks shop." "I don't want to talk shop." He puts his glass down and moves closer. His hand rests on my hip and he looks at me closely, he’s judging my reaction. I smile, curious to see what his next move will be, and he knows. His hand glides quickly down to the hem of my dress and up the inside of my thigh. I move in closer to hide the. We looked at each other and my wife said do you think they mean for us to get undressed? So we slowly stripped off and sat down on the sofa. My wife's hand had started to rub her pussy. Our hosts returned and they had indeed intended us to get undressed, both of them were naked. She looked pretty amazing stripped off gorgeous curvy figure full breasts and a thick bush. He was hung like a horse. It was at least 9inches, rock hard and pointing straight at me. He took her by the hand and led her.