Then she took me into her mouth, and began touse her tongue. It felt wonderful but I was unable to enjoy it for longbefore it became overwhelming. I...quickly asked her to stop, and she did,a puzzled expression on her face. I then pulled her up, and rolled heronto her back, and followed the same journey she did. I began at herforehead, kissing it repeatedly, before I slid to her lips. Then Iprogressed ever so slowly to her neck, where I stayed for a while,kissing and nibbling (causing her. They both were carrying on with the end of the night flirty vibe. My wife knew I was getting turned on listening to them talk about all the men they flirted with to get free drinks, etc. Then, my wife turned sideways in the seat to face me and opened her button up shirt enough to expose her lacy bra and I could see her rock hard nipples poking through. She glanced to the back to see that her friend was talking and not paying attention and pulled a nipple out and started playing with it. I stepped back just a bit so I could watch. My wife did not realize that it was not my hand until she turned to ask me something and saw I was not the one touching her butt. At first, she had a look of panic on her face, but then I smiled and winked at her. She stayed where she was so he could continue fingering her. She stayed still and let him play with her ass for awhile. She leaned forward and gave me a kiss and whispered, "He has his finger in my pussy." I asked her, "Does it feel good?". She knew exactly what I was talking about. “That first time over the couch hurt quite a bit ... at first.” Then she started crying again.I thought she was crying at the memory of the pain. “Does it still hurt?”“No, no. you don’t understand. I’m not crying because he hurt me. I’m crying because I got wet and orgasmed as he was FUCKING ME!” she screamed and began sobbing again. “I fucking came as he was raping me! And not just once either, I must have had eight orgasms before he left ... I’m so.