On A Train - Sex Stories

On A Train

... eyes are on my swollen cock. She is like an open book. Her arousal is too great for her to stop now. I rise and step forward, holding my erection with one hand and placing a finger on the other hand on her lips. She glances at her husband. I can’t see how he reacts, but he has already acquiesced in e-mails to me, and he acquiesces now, as the woman leans forward and extends her tongue. I use both hands to squeeze her breasts where the tight jumper accentuates them. The woman uses both hands to stimulate herself. But her tongue, her tongue flicks against my shaft. I turn to look at the window. All is dark beyond the train, only the reflected carriage can be seen, the reflection of the woman’s tongue sliding over my hard rod, my hands squeezing and fondling her soft breasts. The woman breathes heavily. Soft moans are there at the back of her throat. Her hands are working faster; fingers rubbing against her clit, fingers pushing up into her damp hole. I have a surprise for her too, and she deserves it for her willingness. I give her breasts an extra hard squeeze before reaching into the inside pocket of my jacket. I have a slim dildo there. The woman’s eyes light up when she sees it. Ashamed and aroused, but more willing than anything. She leans back, her tongue coming away from my shaft. I don’t care. I hand her the dildo. It can be set to vibrate, but the woman doesn’t do this, perhaps afraid of making too much noise. But she doesn’t hesitate to use it, pushing it inside ...

... herself as she continues rubbing her clit. A juicy squish can be heard above the sound of the train. She stares at me with grateful eyes. I resume my seat, stroking my cock slowly as I watch the woman push the dildo back and forth. Her eyes close as she pulls a leg up. Her lips part, her bosom heaves. She moves the dildo swiftly. She looks as if it won’t take much more for her to climax. I could sit there all night watching her; watching her hand work its way to a blur against her clit, the way she works the dildo inside her. Next to me her husband watches too, and I sense his inner conflict. They’re always like that when they get what they want, suddenly not quite sure they want it at all. ‘Be careful what you wish for,’ I feel like saying. For now there’s now turning back. All those e-mails back and forth, and now here we are. The husband watching as his wife masturbates openly on a train, fucking herself with a dildo, rubbing her clit, perhaps more aroused than she’s ever been, and with a complete stranger watching, wanking, the taste of the stranger on the wife’s tongue. Then a marvellous thing happens. The wife’s eyes open, she stares at us both and smiles. No shame, no anxiety; just lust and shamelessness. She pulls the dildo out of herself, only to stand up and turn around, bending over, steadying herself with one hand on the seat. The hand with the dildo reaches back. Her knickers shift and she has to make an awkward movement to get them to one side again. Most of her bum ...