I’m thinking about what would happen if you were on the train with me. You’d probably be sat next to me, rubbing my cock through my trousers, grinning at me and trying to catch other passengers eyes. One woman looks at you, then looks at your hand, then back to you. She doesn’t look away. She’s sat next to a man, her husband, judging by her wedding ring. While she’s looking at you her legs part slightly, and her head eases back against her seat as she watches you rub me.
Your hand leaves my crotch and you get up to go and speak to her. The carriage is pretty empty; only a few passengers absorbed in their phones. You lean over and whisper in her ear. I don’t know what you said, but I can guess. You come and sit down opposite me, smiling, and soon the woman comes and sits down next to me. Her hand replaces yours. Your hand has disappeared under your skirt.
The woman’s hands are older than yours, but I’m too distracted to guess at an age. I look at her in silence, the outline of my cock doing all the talking as she works it with her fingers.
Soon you’re writing something on a piece of paper. You slide it across the table and I catch a glimpse.
“…mouth…”
The next thing I feel is my belt buckle being undone, my zip being lowered. I move to help and soon she’s got my cock out. She takes a last look around the carriage, checking people are still absorbed in their phones. She looks at her sleeping husband before taking me in her hot mouth.
He tongue darts over my head, slowly at first. I hadn’t realised my eyes had been closed, and when I open them I’m looking right at her husband. He’s woken up and is staring at me.
I should have lost my erection, but her mouth feels so good, her hair soft in my hands. You’ve been looking at me the whole time, and when you look at where I’m looking your eyes widen, and then you smile.
He’s a good looking man, and I see your legs widen further, you hand movements become more exaggerated, the smile on your face says it all.
I feel the woman shift and come up. She looks as well, and locks eyes with her husband. They both look so hungry.
You gesture to him and he comes and sits beside you, pliant as you place his hand on your thigh. I know how he must be feeling, what he must be feeling, as you slide his hand higher. His eyes are locked on his wife, her hand gently working my cock. I can see his eyes widen as you guide his fingers to your cunt lips.
The woman sat beside me shifts her legs. She must be envious of you, so I slide my hand along her thigh to the top of her trousers and undo the buttons. She lets go and pulls them down enough to expose her knickers. She didn’t even check the carriage that time. I slide my hand under the waist band, it feels so hot, and when I reach her lips she’s so wet. Not as wet as you get, but wet enough for me to want to slide my cock inside her. Her eyes never leave her husband.
His hand is moving now without your guidance. Your hands have got his cock out, tracing circles around the tip and the precum that’s leaking out. You look at me and grin. I know you love the taste of pre-cum. Your head moves down and soon you’ve enveloped his dick with your throat. His mouth opens slightly, involuntarily and so does his wife’s. Clearly she can’t do that. The hand you’re not using goes straight to your clit.
The carriage is empty, so I whisper to the woman “my cock needs to be inside you”
She looks at me and nods. The noises coming from you gagging on her husbands cock have stopped and you’re looking at me. You know what I’ve asked. You want cock inside you too.
Wordlessly we make ourselves as respectable as possible and head to the bathroom compartment. It’s one of those large ones, plenty of room for four people to fuck…
The door locks with a click but still no one says anything. The husband pins you against the plastic of the wall, your ass is grinding against his crotch as he undoes his trousers. His wife is undoing mine, unable to keep her eyes off you and he as he pushes his cock inside you. A moan escapes, the loudest noise made by any us so far. I’m watching you too, aching to replace this stranger yet so turned on watching him fuck you.
Soon the woman wants some of you’re getting. I move her to the plastic integrated sink and lift her up slightly, spreading her legs. I run my tongue over her but she’s so wet I can’t wait any longer. Nor can she. Her hands pull me inside her, wrapping my cock in heat. She moans softly in my ear; her eyes locked on her husband as he slides inside you. Part of me wishes I had her view too.
Soon her hand is on her clit, tracing circles. From the soft moans you’re making I can tell you’re close to cumming. It’s at this point I realise that neither of us men have protection. That was followed by the realisation that he’d flood your cunt with cum, and I realise I’m close too. I look at the woman, feel her getting tighter, turned on by the noise of you cumming on her husbands cock, the image burned into her memory. I feel her tense as she climaxes on my cock, and soon I am too, depositing my cum deep in her pussy.
There is silence again as the quiet sounds of fucking die down and we all bask in the intensity of the shared experience.
And as suddenly as it begins, it ends. They return to their seats and cuddle, we return to ours.
Reclaiming you once we got home is intense, almost as intense as fucking a husband and wife on a train without even knowing their names…
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