After dinner we had a couple of more drinks at the table. Then I suggested that we go down to my bar and play some darts. Jack and Carly were definite...y up for this but they lived just a block from Joe's and had walked. Casablanca was over a mile down the island. They asked if they could ride down with me.I told them, "Not only can you ride down with me, but I will even take you home later, that is, if you can forget how many Scotch and Sodas I've had."At Casablanca we had a couple more drinks. Despite her best efforts to hold it together, as soon as she sat down on the couch she started shaking and sobbing. The very last thing in the world she needed right now was to be carrying Paul’s bastard child. It had been a while since she started to suspect that she had made a colossal error in judgment by leaving Oliver. Part of it was the emptiness she felt without him, the other part was how wrong she’d been about Paul. She could see now that what she had felt for Paul wasn’t love, it. But last night was different. It seemed as if everything that had happened was not only right, but beneficial. It was beneficial to her marriage and to her life.When she saw those three women fucking and sucking her husband, she realized how important he was to her. She knew that she loved him and could not bear to lose him.She knew that, before last night, their marriage was suffering from boredom-boredom with each other and with their daily lives. However, Sarah's group had changed all. Libby stroked her fingers down softly touching her folds, slick from pussy juice. She parted her folds and moved up and down looking for her own button. She moved higher and then an electric current of heat speared through her body, Mmmm, Wow! Liddy said, that was amazing, did I cum? Tiffany smiled at Libby, no silly that was just you clit. My clit? Yes, that's what grown ups call that little button. Sherry told me. Well I had a very nice feeling, so I came, right? No, you still have to fill.