[FM] Wife fucks on the floor after party

The party had gone well and everyone was in high spirits. I had enjoyed some innocent flirtations but was particularly charmed by a tall, handsome guy I’d seen around before. He was attentive during the evening, ensuring I had a drink in my hand and a smile on my face. The revellers who lingered behind were invited back to the house, and it was decided we would all then stay there until morning.

After a few more drinks and some suggestive dancing, people began to retire to the living room, spreading out on couches and crashing on cushions. Bodies were sprawled all over the room when I decided to call it a night. I stepped carefully through the dark and wriggled into a small gap near the window. I pulled the blanket over me to cover my bare shoulders – the thin cotton strapless dress I wore to the party would have to work as makeshift PJ’s tonight. As I turned on my side and rested my head on a cushion, my eyes, which had now adjusted to the dark, caught the gaze of the person lying next to me. It was my charming friend who had entertained me all night – and it seemed the night wasn’t over. …

[FM] Wife’s story of display on train for stranger

i woke up early for my first lecture of the day…the ususal trip…i’d jump on the bus and then catch the train. i pulled on a light cotton shirt and my leggings, threw my hair up in a loose bun and headed out the door. looking out the bus window my mind begins to wander to one of my favourite fantasies… fucking a complete stranger in a public place where we might be seen. the chance of getting caught always makes it so much more exciting. at the next stop a guy, probably a few years older than me, boards the bus and sits on the seat across the aisle. he looks over and i follow his gaze as he checks me out…my strappy sandals…my crossed legs. he pauses on my hardened nipples visible through my shirt. i imagine what he is thinking and will him to look at me in the eye. he gives me a knowing smile. before i know it the bus pulls in at the interchange and i reluctantly stand up to get off the bus. the mysterious stranger across from me follows me to the train platform and takes a seat the next seat up from me. acutely aware of his presence and attention my heart beats faster and i can feel the heat between my thighs…. the train eventually pulls into the platform and i stand up and walk to the edge of the platform. the guy from the bus stands near me – clearly we were going to be sitting in the same carriage and i was glad – i was enjoying this flirtation. i board the train and make my way downstairs half keeping an eye behind me to make sure i still have company. i sit in an empty 3 seater and slide over to the window. by the time the train departs the station there are only a few people sitting in front of me in my carriage. My hot admirer had sat down in a seat diagonally opposite me which faced the back of the carriage – he could look at me without even turning around!