Try as hard as you like, you won't be able to make a peep. Now, come awake in three, two, one." Her eyes opened. She tried to speak, but no sound came...out. He began moving her up and down. Where once she would have moaned, now she only panted. He changed position, pistoning her from behind. It was hard to tell how many times she came. Her shudders were almost constant.He took some wipes out of his pants pocket to clean up with after he finished. "You can speak now." he whispered."Oh, God, that. Closing time came sooner than expected and you'd been bold enough to order glass after glass of wine. You were tipsy, drunk, wild with wanting. You couldn't help smiling at him, talking too loudly about having trouble with your keys and thinking you were too drunk to drive. It was a calculated effort aided by a little wine for bravery."Do you need a ride home?" he asked, strolling from his car over to yours.An innocent shrug. "I don't usually drink wine."He smiled. "I know."You smiled back.. "If you choose to participate tonight, you would be establishing that you want to be closely involved with your husbands, in everything that they do. It would send a signal that you understand what you have caused and that you want to do everything possible to erase the scars."On the negative side, if you start exchanging partners on a regular basis, it could create bad feelings that could prevent any return to the closeness your three families once enjoyed."Even if you join in, it will not. A few seconds passed and finally she opened the door. This is when I got all of the evidence I need to figure out that she was a MILF. She opened the door in a halter top and a nice shirt that blew with the slight breeze, glasses propped up on her head. She was a fairly short brunette with long dark hair and a fabulous tan, I think she may have been of Greek or Italian decent. However, the first thing I noticed was her perfectly circular tits. They HAD to be at least a 34C and were propped up.