Her head slammed against the tree and she blacked out.Someone was tapping her on the face. "Please wake up..." Moria's eyes fluttered open and met wit...h a pair of warm brown eyes attached to a square-jawed with a little bit of a shadow, clean cut, brown haired boy. He was built like a football player but dressed like a prep. He flashed her a perfect smile when he figured out she was awake. "Oh good you're awake." He said as he helped her to sit up."What happened?" Moria asked blinking at him. It'll only take me a few minutes, and you can pour some of that wine for us."I poured the cheap wine into a couple of water tumblers and stood waiting a few minutes. She stuck her head out the door."I'm ready." Entering her room it was a revelation into a stereotype of every girl's dreams of debauchery.Her double bed was fitted with light pink satiny sheets, with rose petals (slghtly wilted but still fragrant) strewn around, and there must have been twenty odd candles lit, and I mean odd. Every. The safety switch was stuck. A blonde pregnant woman with long nails, and her dark haired friend with too much makeup were complaining about how dirty the train was, and the amount of graffiti on the walls. I never noticed the filth. The cool November wind blew over them. I could see the hardened tips of their nipples under their thin sweaters. I was getting hard, and noticed them whispering to one another. I couldn't hide it. I tried turning around, but I had to use the intercom and stood. I am her for you, for your pleasure. Come and take me."Ok girl. Here we go". Peter dragged his head across her clit to her entrance. He paused momentarily and then began to push into my wife's pussy. Her back arched. I watched her hands grip his triceps, leaving a visible indention. My wedding ring buring into his taut, tanned skin. She pushed her head back into the pillow but her neck was up, looking directly at him. As he pushed in, her pussy spreading slowly, her eyes fluttered. .