I’ll cut to the chase and skip the “Oh, I really love my wife….” crap. The truth be told, I’m a horny guy who it turned out married someone as horny if not hornier (hard to believe). And so the story unfolds…
Something just wasn’t adding up. So I followed my busty blonde blue eyed wife one day from work. And what I saw not only rocked me, but almost made me cum in my pants.
It was rush hour in NYC. As I followed her down the stairs of the subway station, I realized she was heading in the opposite direction from home. Hmm?
She darted into a crowded subway car, I barely managed to get in myself. Even though I was just five people away from her, she couldn’t see me. Everything seemed normal enough at the time, with the exception of her detour. I watched her from afar and appreciated her beauty from a different prospective; almost as if she was a stranger.
She had on a black raincoat, black skirt (just above her knee), white silky blouse and black pumps with white stockings. I knew the outfit well. It was one of my favorites. Her nipples would poke through the material and the skirt hugged her ass and draped across her thighs. Her golden hair was down and cascaded over her shoulders. Yummy.
Then I saw her shift closer to the pole in the middle of the train. She stood there, still. I sensed something was either happening or going to happen. And it did!
I noticed that right by her was this black guy standing behind her. And it seemed as if she was pushing her ass out so that it rubbed against his crotch. At first he was caught by surprised (not as much as I was), but soon he appreciated the situation. It took no time for his pants to bulge out in front of him. He pushed this bulge into my wife’s ass. She didn’t move an inch away. Instead, it looked as if she pushed back harder, standing with her legs apart.
This went on for what felt like an eternity. The black guy put his hands on her hips a drew her closer to him. The balls! I couldn’t believe it! He was actually grinding his cock into her ass and she was loving it!
She shifted again. Her body perpendicular to his front. Her arm against his bulging crotch. I could see that she was very slightly applying pressure to his cock. He smiled at her. She turned slowly and faced him. I’m sure others saw what was going on, but no one was going to say anything.
Her hand was now grabbing at his crotch. His hand was inside her raincoat and looked like he had found her pussy. My wife then pulled his zipper down and stuck her hand in. Out came this giant fat cock. The head was enormous. She squeezed the head and circled it with her thumb.
She began to stroke the shaft. At first very slow, very tight. The black guy was in heaven. He must’ve been playing with her clit because she looked like she was ready to cum too. She stroked his thick cock faster and faster. Long hard strokes. Faster and faster. Then he couldn’t hold it any longer and a load of white cum spurted on to her hand and thighs. It was as if a milk container had fallen on her thighs.
And then just like that, she abruptly got off the next station and headed home, as if nothing had happened.
That evening I couldn’t hold back and confronted her. It was the night that changed our lives (sex lives) forever. She confided in me that the guy was a total stranger and that this is one of her many sexual escapades and fetishes. She loves arousing strangers in public and making them cum.
Since then we have combined her lust for cock with my hunger to watch her.