I stood up and pulled Donna upright and said to Maggie "Feel her tits", as Maggie sort of in a fumbling way felt my wife's tits.As I undressed my wife...and stripped her down to just her knickers, her hand was still on the front of Maggie's panties. "Feel Donna's box" I said to Maggie, she looked shocked as I grabbed her hand and placed it on Donna's cunt, "Rub her" I ordered, and soon both girls were sat rubbing each other, what a fucking turn on I was as hard as I'd ever been.Donna soon moved. She looked at him and said …What… here on the floor. He laughed and said well I don’t see no four poster bed, she giggled saying that she hadn’t done anything like this since she was a teenager. Then she lay down on his jacket He laid down next to her on the hard concrete floor and unbuttoned her blouse again, and pulled her skirt up over her waist He started to suck her nipples it wasn't long before she was moaning once again and thrusting her hips in the air in rhythm to his probing. After she sat the bucket on the floor she stood and placed her hands on the small of her back and stretched backwards to work out whatever kink was in the small of her back. As she stood there, looking tired and determined, with her breasts straining that wife beater, and nipples so large and tight, looking as if to break thru the fabric, I just couldn’t stand not touching her. I sat there watching her tits beacon me, fighting my anger at her so that I could taste those nipples and roll them. She couldnt help but listen, the sound turned her on and she closed her eyes and imagined two lovers together. She was really missing her husband and knew what euphoria after climax felt like. Almost in a trance she heard the door at the end of the car open and quickly snapped to and went on her way. The next day as Sammi was walking down the hallway, she had her eyes set on that mysterious door, remembering last night. As she approached, the door opened, afraid the person exiting could see her.