The temptation of a little boy on the bus (I am a hot wife) (Wife and mature adult novel)

My husband has been on a business trip for more than a month. Because of his work, he often has to visit branches or factories in other counties and cities. This time, because another branch was established in the south, the company naturally sent him to take charge. I have been married to my husband for more than four years. During these four years, I have grown from a naive little girl to a mature woman. In the multinational company where I work, I have also grown from a small administrative assistant to a training manager in charge of consumer training in Taiwan.

My busy work requires my husband and I to travel all over the place, so after we get married, we only spend about half of our time together.

But sometimes I think that maybe it is this kind of separation that has stimulated the relationship between us even more!

During the time we were together, our days were always full of passion, both emotionally and physically. My husband always came up with many ideas and let us try various sex games. At first, I was not used to such stimulating and bold sex games, but as I gradually got in touch with them, I began to fall in love with them. Therefore, trying various sexual games has become an indispensable part of our lives whether we are together or apart.

Even when we are apart, we still play games over the phone or the Internet to enjoy and release our desires.

As I sat in this luxury tour bus heading south, I secretly rejoiced that I could catch the last train heading south today.

When I got off work today, the company suddenly decided to send me on a business trip to the south to help train employees of our newly acquired company in the south. It was too late to book a flight ticket for that day. In order to see my husband the night before, I went straight to the long-distance bus station after leaving the company. Finally, I caught the bus at the last minute, breathlessly.

This was a luxury tour bus. The seats were spacious and comfortable. The overhead TV in front was constantly playing pirated movies, making the several-hour journey much more relaxing.

Besides me, there were only two other passengers on the bus. In the third row from the back, near the rear, sat a rather handsome young man with short, slightly curly hair, fair and clean skin, and bright eyes. He looked to be about twenty-two or twenty-three years old. On the seat next to him was a black computer bag. I guess he was also on a business trip like me!

I walked past another passenger sitting in front of me and stood in the empty aisle in the middle. After hesitating for a moment, I walked to the third row from the back and sat on the other side of the aisle. The young man next to the aisle looked at me, smiled and greeted me. Ever since I became addicted to Meteor Garden, I suddenly found that a 28-year-old woman like me would actually be interested in little boys who are much younger than me. This is a break away from my previous taste when I was in my early twenties, when I was only interested in mature men.

"Hello! Husband!" I called my husband. I had been rushing to catch a bus since I got off work and hadn't yet told him that I was going to look for him.

"Really? You're also going to come to my place on a business trip! Great, I'll pick you up when you arrive at your destination!" My husband seemed very excited when he knew I was going to find him.

"When you get here, we can have some fun!"

"What are you playing...?" I teased my husband on purpose.

"What else can I play? Of course, I'll play with my beloved wife!" His voice was full of teasing.

"Or I can also consider... letting you play with me...!!"

I felt the boy across the aisle glance at me. There has always been a problem with the speaker of my mobile phone, it is extremely loud. The feeling of being eavesdropped on by others made my heart pound.

Ever since my husband and I played a game in a hotel in mainland China a few years ago where we sexually harassed the guest next door with sound, I felt like I could really stimulate my own pleasure. The feeling of being the heroine in someone else's fantasy really gives people a special kind of pleasure. Maybe in my subconscious, I also exposed some of my own thoughts and impulses!

And what about my husband! He thinks that the basis of sexual intercourse between two people is to make the other party happy, so when he knows that I can feel stimulated and excited by this kind of exposure, he also feels more excited and stimulated!

"Well...how do you want to play?" I pretended not to know that the boy next to me could hear my conversation with my husband. I deliberately took the phone with the hand closer to the boy and moved the phone slightly away from my cheek so that the sound from the phone could be more easily transmitted.

"Haha! What's going on? Is there a young handsome guy next to you?" My husband is very smart. He knows what type of person I've been fantasizing about recently.

"Hehe!" My husband's words made my face feel a little hot. This sentence was a bit too explicit. I quickly put the phone close to my ear. I really hoped that what I just said was not heard by the boy next to me, otherwise it would be embarrassing.

"Haha! I knew it! I guessed it! I'm still busy at the company now. I'll call you when I get back and then I'll play games with you. Okay! I'm going to be busy now!"

"Okay! You have to be faster!" I hung up the phone, wondering what game my husband wanted to play with me next. Suddenly, I remembered a sex story I had seen on the Internet before, which took place on a long-distance bus. Thinking of this, I secretly glanced at the boy next to me again, my heart started beating fast again, and I felt like I was getting a little wet down there.

The weather in early spring was still chilly, but the bus was heated. I took off my coat, but I didn't have time to go home to change clothes, so I was still wearing a silver-gray suit from the office. I knew that my husband liked me to have sex with him in a professional suit, and when I thought of this, I couldn't suppress my desire in my heart.

In fact, I have always been a woman with strong sexual desire, but from the outside, I look like a beautiful and decent OL.

When I was a child, I didn’t know what "sex" was. I just felt very strange when I saw a handsome man sometimes. I started masturbating when I was about fourteen or fifteen years old. At first, I just hid in the quilt and clamped a pillow between my legs. I squeezed it hard and it felt very comfortable.

Later, when I understood a little more, when I couldn't sleep at night, I would imagine that the male classmate I liked was touching me. At first, I just touched my developing breasts with my hands, and then I couldn't help but touch down along my lower abdomen. But when my fingers touched the garden where young hair had just grown, I didn't dare to touch any further.

Finally, one time I really couldn't bear it anymore, so I tore a small piece of cotton out of the quilt, pinched it between my fingers and used the cotton to rub my clitoris. I think that was the first time I experienced an orgasm. When the pleasure came like a tide, it really scared me. Since then I have become addicted to masturbation. Sometimes I masturbate once or twice almost every day, and sometimes I can hardly fall asleep at night without masturbating.

Since then, I have developed the habit of masturbating with soft objects, and until now I have not changed the habit of touching the clitoris with soft objects. So I always carry a glasses cloth in my bag. Some friends are surprised when they see it and ask, "Why do I always carry a glasses cloth even though I'm not wearing glasses?" 'Sometimes they would jokingly ask me if this was a token of love given to me by a boy! And only I know the special use of glasses cloth.

As I get older, my sexual needs seem to be getting stronger and stronger. I always carry a few sanitary pads in my bag when I go to work, because most of the time my private parts get wet for no apparent reason, so I have to change sanitary pads at least four or five times a day.

Sometimes when I'm working, my mind is always occupied by some pornographic thoughts. I can't help it and run to the toilet to use my glasses cloth. Later, I became busier with work, so naturally I didn't have so much energy and time to think too much. However, there were still many times when I would suddenly have the urge to masturbate. Usually at this time, I would subconsciously cross my legs under the desk and clamp them tightly, just like I did when I was a child. Sometimes when no one was paying attention, I would secretly put a small apple underneath, so that I would feel more "full" when I clamped them, and sometimes I could even reach orgasm!

One time when I felt really excited was when I was in the company's conference room. I was leaning against the conference table and calling a client, and the corner of the table was right between my legs. The person on the other end of the line was a man whom I had a very good impression of. While I was talking on the phone with him, I subconsciously used the corner of the table to squeeze my lower body, and suddenly! I found that using this angle and squeezing method could bring me pleasure so easily, while other colleagues outside the window were busy coming and going, and even if they looked in from the window, they would only see me shaking my body slightly and subconsciously while talking on the phone.

Just like that, I gradually began to feel my breathing getting heavier in the receiver, and the man on the other end of the line asked politely, "Do you have a cold?"

And just when I answered him, "It's okay!", my climax came suddenly. I paused in the middle of my sentence. I tried hard to control myself not to make any louder noise. That climax was really unusual!

From then on, whenever I had the chance I would call the man I liked but with whom I could never have a special relationship, at the table in the conference room. When I got home at night, I would fantasize about the man on the other end of the phone, masturbating in his own way while talking on the phone with me. This thought usually made me fall asleep after the pleasure of masturbation.

The bus drove for about half an hour. The sky was gradually getting dark. The setting sun shone on me from the window, making me feel lazy and slack. I moved to the window seat and took off the high heels that had restrained me all day. Because my body was leaning between the back of the seat and the window, I put my legs on the seat next to me. My skirt, which was not long to begin with, was slightly pulled up to my thighs, revealing my white skin above the opening of my stockings. The boy at the other end of the aisle couldn't help but turn his head and take a look at my long legs. When he noticed that I was paying attention to him, he asked me in a chatty way, "Is it tiring to take a long-distance bus?"

"Yes!" I responded to him with a smile, and subconsciously pulled down the hem of my skirt with one hand.

"My feet are so sore after standing all day at work," I added.

"You rushed to the south right after get off work. Are you on a business trip?" he asked me with a smile.

"Yes! What about you?" I answered him while thinking: "From his angle, I wonder if he can see my underwear. ． ? ? 』

Although I have a desire to expose myself deep in my heart, the exposure games I played before were all in public places or at a certain distance. Now that I am alone at such a close distance, being stared at by a strange man really makes me feel a little uncomfortable. As I thought about it, I couldn't help but move my legs off the chair again.

"I'm going on a business trip too!" I noticed that his eyes were moving along my legs.

"I'm going to the bathroom..." I felt a little uncomfortable with him looking at me, so I stood up and wanted to go to the bathroom to take off my stockings and completely free my toes.

The high-speed bus was still a little bumpy on the highway. The good shock absorption system made the car rise and fall regularly like a small boat on the sea. I walked to the middle of the bus holding the rows of seats and walked down a few steps connected to the safety door. The toilet was squeezed in a small corner. The handle of the toilet door was embedded in a round black groove. I pulled it hard, but the door didn't move at all.

"I don't know either! The door just won't open. I'll go ask the driver!" I answered embarrassedly.

"Let me take a look first! The handle needs to be turned." He walked down two steps and stretched out his hand. In a place where the aisle was so narrow that only one person could pass sideways, I quickly dodged and leaned back a little.

"It seems there is really a problem!" He turned the handle left and right with all his strength, but the door seemed to have only opened a tiny gap. He had to take another step down, and the space here was even smaller. I had to try to move up a step and walk to the top of the step to give him some space. At this time, he was bending over and trying hard to open the door. Just as I moved behind him, his buttocks pressed heavily on my lower abdomen.

"Ouch! Oh my God..." I couldn't help but scream and pushed his waist with both hands. In an instant, I felt his lower back, which was strong and elastic.

"Oops! I'm so sorry! I bumped into you..." Obviously he didn't expect to bump into me. Surprised, he turned around suddenly and hit my right chest heavily with his elbow again.

"Ouch!...Si???" I gasped in pain and covered my right breast with both hands. It really hurts!

The boy turned around quickly, with his hands raised high, as if he was afraid that I would accuse him of taking advantage of me, but this place was too small, and when he turned around, his crotch rubbed against my lower abdomen again.

I raised my feet and leaned back, and quickly moved my hands away from my chest, trying to push his hips away from my body. But the moment I pushed, he turned his body, and my right hand hit his lower abdomen. "Oh my God!" I couldn't help but scream again, because I found that his thing was standing upright in his crotch, and it felt hard, and my hand was pressing on it.

"Ah! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I kept saying sorry, but I was thinking in my heart: 'Men are such bad things. They hit me so hard and it hurts so much, but they still have a physiological reaction! 』

"It's okay! It's okay!" His hands were still raised high, and I saw that his face was slightly red. He was obviously embarrassed that I had discovered his secret. 'Huh! Of course you're okay! But he is still very shy! Fortunately, he shouldn't be that kind of man who is too lustful. 』

In this narrow space, I tried my best to move my body towards the upper stairs. The bus was still shaking. My lower abdomen rubbed against his lower abdomen, and I felt that his thing seemed to be harder than before. I helplessly put my hands on my chest and pushed his chest. I felt that he was a strong boy. He also exuded the scent of shower gel, which made me almost forget the pain in my chest.

Finally, I climbed up the stairs as if escaping, turned around and saw that he was still struggling with the toilet door, but my heart was pounding wildly. Looking at the beads of sweat on his forehead, I not only began to feel a certain favor for him, but also began to feel a certain favor for him. I bent down to see how he was dealing with the door. When I bent down, I felt my breasts swaying with the bumps of the car, as if they were about to jump out of the confinement of my bra.

"What's wrong? Still can't open it?" I asked him while bending over.

"Hmm! It still can't be opened!" He looked up at me, and in an instant, I felt his eyes fixed on the collar on my chest. But I also realized that I no longer cared much about his gaze.

I used to have a habit of buying a larger size when buying a bra, because I didn't like the feeling of being tightly bound. Later, when I became addicted to exposure games, loose bras, especially those without straps like mine, were particularly convenient.

I like to wear low-necked clothes to go shopping in the supermarket. Whenever I bend down to look for something in the freezer, I can feel the man next to me staring at my collar. Sometimes he can even see my nipples from the loose upper edge of my bra!

I really do like the feeling of being stared at by men. I am glad that I discovered this kind of exposure game early on, which can let me experience so much happiness. The feeling of having my nipples seen by men while I am wearing a bra is completely different from the pleasure of being seen inside through the collar when I am not wearing any underwear. The feeling is different between intentional exposure and accidental exposure. Maybe it is the same for men, but the pleasure I get is very different!

But for exposure games like this, I always have to be in a public place or somewhere with other people around, otherwise I will feel insecure. Only when I am in a public place or with other people around will I feel safe, and only when I feel safe can I have fun.

So when the boy in front of me stared at me like this, I still felt very uneasy. But when I saw him working so hard to help me open the toilet door, my heart began to forgive his slightly shy insolence. Or maybe I was born to be a lustful woman!

"What's wrong?..." We struggled like this for a long time and finally woke up the co-pilot who was sleeping in the front seat. He was a thin man with a bald head, probably in his forties.

"The bathroom door can't be opened." I said as I turned sideways, facing the car window and my back to the aisle to let him pass, because I didn't want to be attacked on the chest by a man like him. He smelled of oil smoke all over his body and rubbed against me, waiting for the boy to get in. The car continued to shake, and I felt the back of his hanging hand rubbing against my butt intentionally or unintentionally with the movement of the car. This lecherous old man was so hateful.

The boy finally gave up and stood by my side instead of the hateful old man. The old man staggered down, took one look at the door and said, "The lock is broken, it can't be opened!"

"What should we do then?" the boy asked him while wiping his sweat.

"Let's stop at the rest area later and talk about it!" he said maliciously.

There was no other choice but to return to our seats.

It was already dark and an old movie was playing on TV. I turned on the wall lamp, took out my computer from my bag, and casually checked some files on it. The right breast that was hurt by the boy just now is swollen and feels very strange. I also feel that the nipple there is hard and erect, and it seems to be more sensitive than when my husband touches it usually. It's really strange? Why does it feel like this after being hit?

I have talked to my husband about SM before. Neither of us accepts the sadomasochistic way of sex. I couldn't understand how dripping hot wax on the breasts could give me pleasure, but now I seem to understand it a little bit. As I was thinking about it, my hand subconsciously placed it on the right breast and rubbed it gently. Occasionally, I looked up and suddenly realized that the boy on the other side of the aisle was secretly looking at me again.

"Are you okay? Does it still hurt?" When he saw that I noticed his gaze, he asked me awkwardly, but his eyes were still on the movement of my hand.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt much anymore!" I smiled softly, my hand still on my chest pressing gently. I was no longer as uneasy as I was at the beginning. He was just a kind and shy little boy, and I didn't do anything.

We chatted intermittently like this, and I put my legs on the seat next to me and leaned towards the window, just like I did when I first got on the bus. The light from above my head shone on my body, and under the light I found that my legs were really sexy and charming.

"It's quite comfortable to ride in this car, but my legs are so sore." I complained, putting my hands on my legs.

"Yeah! Taking a long bus ride is really tiring!" He took the opportunity to look at my legs a few more times.

"By the way! It's really inconvenient not being able to go to the toilet. Are you okay with it?" he asked me.

"Oh! That's nothing. I originally wanted to go to the bathroom to take off my stockings so that I would feel more comfortable." I felt that I was already more relaxed in front of him. But he said nothing, well, what else could he say?

Looking at his honest appearance, a strange idea suddenly popped up in my mind. I wanted to take off my stockings next to this honest boy in this speeding bus, under such soft light. This thought kept occupying my mind, and I felt my heart beating faster, as if I was about to steal something, and my lower body started to feel wet again.

After making up my mind several times, I finally closed the laptop, put it aside, and moved my legs off the seat again. After a few seconds, I plucked up the courage, reached under the hem of my skirt, and lifted it up about twenty centimeters above my knees. The boy was obviously frightened by my action.

I gently lifted the socks with both hands and pulled them down, turning my head and smiling at him, "It's easier for me to take off my stockings!"

"Yeah! That's right!" He was a little incoherent, but his eyes were still on my legs. I gently took off the pair of stockings. As I took them off bit by bit, I felt myself getting wet down there. When I pulled the stockings to the bottom, I bent down and pulled them off my toes.

When I bent down, I knew he must have looked inside my collar again, which made me even more excited. The feeling at this time was very different from when he was looking at me next to the toilet just now.

After I took off my stockings, I still put my legs back on the seat. My legs were completely exposed under the light, and my white skin exuded a delicate luster. I have always cared about my own maintenance, so my skin has always been the envy of girls in the company.

I turned on my computer again, but I couldn't read anything. I was thinking, any random boy who I have a slight affection for can make me so excited, am I really a very flirty woman, or do I just want to be a flirty woman in my subconscious mind? The huge work pressure and the sanctimonious social style have not reduced my desire at all. On the contrary, this surging need is getting stronger and stronger.

I remember the first time my husband and I made love, I rode on him, held his face in my hands and told him that I wanted to show him how a lady who was loved by everyone could make crazy love. Maybe I just wanted to use this method to fight the pressure of work! But I didn’t expect that my husband would be a bolder and more obsessed sex maker than me.

In fact, I have always fantasized about having sex with two men at the same time. On my computer, my favorite downloaded porn movie is about two men fucking a woman, and the woman is fucked to death.

My favorite sexual fantasy to help me with sexual pleasure is to imagine myself as a comfort woman, being fucked in a military camp, starting with the officers. The low-ranking officers and soldiers waited outside the tent for their superiors to fuck me, and I was also being fucked to death inside, moaning loudly and lewdly. The men outside started to get hard when they heard my voice, and then lined up to fuck me. They couldn't wait and peeked through the crack in the door at me being fucked by my superiors, and then they touched their own dicks and ejaculated on the door. I reached orgasm again and again until my vagina became dry, and then someone forced me to fuck him again, and I reached another orgasm with my eyes wet.

I am almost obsessed with the feeling of making the men around me hard. I also fantasize that when I am being fucked by a man, there are many people around watching, and countless hands touching me all over.

I have also discussed this issue with my husband. He wanted me to try having online sex with other men in the chat room. He would watch me type words like "lick my cunt" or "fuck me hard" on the screen, and then he would lie between my legs in front of the computer and lick or fuck me to orgasm.

"Miss! This is the dinner prepared in the car!" The annoying old man interrupted my thoughts. He handed a thick sausage and bread into my arms with a lewd look. In a blink of an eye, the car had been driving for an hour and a half.

I held the ham sausage in my hand and remembered that on the night my husband left, he also used such a ham sausage. He peeled off the plastic packaging and put on a condom to penetrate me. After a while, he inserted himself into me. Inside my body, my husband's penis and the ham sausage with a condom had two completely different feelings. I closed my eyes and imagined that two different men were taking turns fucking me. That time I reached a very, very strong orgasm. Thinking about. ． Thinking about. ． I really wish I could insert this sausage into my vagina right now.

Just then the phone rang. It was my husband.

"Hi! Honey, where have you been? Did you miss me?"

"I miss you! I still have half the journey to go!"

"By the way! You called me a few days ago and told me that you learned a new way to 'play by yourself' from comics?" I secretly glanced at the boy over there, wondering if he heard my husband's voice on the microphone.

"Playing by myself" is the term my husband and I use to describe masturbation. Since we don't spend a lot of time together, we are always thinking of various ideas to satisfy ourselves.

"Yes! That method is quite interesting! I'll 'play' it for you when the time comes!" I guessed that the boy next to me might not understand what it meant to 'play by yourself', so I spoke more boldly.

"But... I just want to watch you play by yourself!"

"How can I see it? You can't see it!" I acted coquettishly to him.

"I can't see it, but others can! Why don't you tell me how others react when they see it!" This stinky husband is so lewd. He wouldn't really want me to masturbate in the car, right?

"No! That method is more troublesome. How can I play in the car?" I avoided the question.

"Are there many people in the car?" the husband asked.

"Not really, but there is a handsome boy across the aisle from me!" I whispered, secretly glancing at the boy next to me to see if he was eavesdropping.

"Haha...haha!" My husband laughed happily. He always likes to tease me like this.

"Isn't that just what you want?"

"No! There's nothing here, and you're not here, it will feel weird."

"I'll just stay with you on the phone!...Do you need anything?" he asked me curiously.

"Yes... yes... at least a pair of pantyhose!" My husband's words encouraged me, and I became bolder and bolder. I saw the boy next to me glance at me, and I thought he must be guessing what we were talking about.

"But I just took off my stockings!" I like teasing my husband and I on the phone like this, and I also like the feeling of making the boy next to us guess what we are talking about.

"Haha! You can't wait and have already started playing? Why don't you wait for me?" My husband was teasing me.

"Hehe! I can't wait any longer!" I started to act coquettishly on purpose.

"You just said you would call me soon, but you made me wait so long." I saw the boy next to me lean his head towards the aisle again, and I knew he was listening carefully to the conversation between me and my husband.

"Then...what do you want pantyhose for? Do you want to play SM?" my husband continued to ask me.

"No! You know I don't like playing SM..." At this point, I suddenly realized that I had let the cat out of the bag. The boy must have been shocked.

"So how do you want to use it? Tell me now!"

"How am I going to tell this!" I stammered. Isn't this asking me to tell a pornographic story in front of a strange man?

"It's up to you! Otherwise... tell me how to play in the comics first!" My husband is quite good at guiding me.

"That's...that's it..." I was thinking about how to say it better than making friends.

"There is a girl! She likes...that..."

"What's that? Explain it clearly!" My husband teased me on purpose.

"That's it! You know it!"

"I don't know! Hehe..."

"That's it...'play by yourself'!" I summoned up the courage to say it out loud. What a fool he is.

Think about how popular erotic phone calls and spicy jokes are now, so there's nothing wrong with me talking on the phone! I am not a hypocritical person, and I was playing with my husband on the phone.

"Then how does she 'play' by herself?"

"She! She loved playing on the horizontal bar when she was in school..."

"Horizontal bar?" The husband seemed surprised.

"Did she penetrate herself with the horizontal bar?" His voice on the phone was deafening. I glanced at the boy and saw that he couldn't help laughing.

"No! You idiot, she likes riding on the horizontal bar!" I also wanted to laugh.

"Oh! That's nothing!"

"Yes! But she really liked this feeling, and later, she kept looking for similar things to 'play' with."

"So what did she find to play with?"

"She always stands by the back door of the bus when she goes to school every day."

"Why is she standing there?"

"Because there is a curved handrail that is about 100 cm high! She always leans on that handrail... facing..."

"Oh!" The husband began to understand what I meant.

"Then what?.."

"And then? Then... you'll understand!"

"I don't understand! Please tell me!"

"And then... then... then..." Although I had already started to let go of myself, I still didn't know what to say when it came to the more explicit parts.

"Then...she would...she would stand with her legs slightly apart! The part of the railing that bends toward the door would be between her legs, and she could even put her hands on the part that bends toward the door, and no one would be able to tell that there was anything wrong with her."

"Ah! That's just like what you were 'playing' at the table in the conference room! That's quite to your liking."

"Not only that! She knows how to have fun, because there are so many people on the bus, especially those getting off the bus will squeeze past her from behind, so people will constantly push her back from behind and rub against the back of her butt. It's like being pressed against the railing again and again. Sometimes she can come several times on the bus in one morning!" I think the boy next to me can guess that the "come out" I mentioned means climax!

"It seems really exciting! But what does this have to do with pantyhose?" The husband obviously still didn't feel satisfied.

"Because she has other ways to play!"

"What else does she have to play?"

"Once she gets home, she will certainly enjoy it even more!"

"How does she play?"

"After returning home, she likes to take off all her clothes and walk around the room freely." I no longer feel shy about the boy next to me, and I feel even more excited to have him as a listener.

"She likes to be naked at home just like you!"

"The dining table in her house has round legs. She specially ordered it. It's just like the horizontal bar she played on when she was a child, but slightly thicker."

"But how does she play?"

"She would sit on the floor, legs apart, and press the round legs of the table against that spot..."

"Where is that?" My husband was teasing me again.

"That's right...that's right...the wet spot on me right now...is the spot you want to fuck me the most!"

"And then?" My husband saw that I had gotten to the point and stopped teasing me. Instead, he asked about the following story. It was obvious that he was also very interested in this story.

"Then she would put on a pair of prepared pantyhose, and the table leg standing between her legs would be pulled tightly over by the elastic stockings and pressed against her..." The two men, one on the phone and the other outside, were listening to my story in a trance.

"Then she would hold the table leg and twist her buttocks hard, rubbing her labia and clitoris hard on the dent that was tightly trapped in her panties. When her body moved a little away from the table leg, the elasticity of the pantyhose would pull her back, just like someone was really fucking her."

At this time, I heard my husband's heavy breathing on the phone, and I knew that he had entered the story and might even be rubbing his cock! When I thought of this, the boy next to me must have been as hard as he was at the toilet door just now. These imaginations made me excited as well. I felt myself getting wet down there, and I felt an itchy and empty feeling. My hands unconsciously moved to my lower abdomen, wanting to touch the wet and soft part of my lower body through my skirt to give it a little comfort.

"I use the clothesline in our house!" I could hear myself trembling slightly when I spoke, and my cheeks felt hot. Although my husband and I had made pornographic phone calls together, the hosts were all prostitutes, and I could only accompany my husband to harass them. I had never told anyone about my masturbation experience, let alone facing a strange man face to face, and my husband was breathing heavily as if he was right next to me.

"Well!...keep on talking!" The husband was no longer talking at this time, and the phone call was full of erotic content.

"..I just put one end of the clothesline against the ground and the other end against the wall, then I straddled it and put on my pantyhose. It felt really good!" I glanced over secretly, and sure enough, the boy's pants had been propped up high by his thing. This reminded me of the feeling of that hard thing sticking to my lower abdomen at the bathroom door just now. At this moment, my heart was full of desire, but I couldn't vent it, and it felt like a fire was burning in my lower body.

"Honey, I really love you. It's so exciting. Let's continue to have fun!" I knew my husband was back to his usual craziness.

"How else do you want to 'play'? Isn't it enough that you force me to talk about 'playing by myself' here? I'm already feeling so uncomfortable!" My voice was trembling and full of temptation.

"Not enough... Of course not enough, I know you're uncomfortable so I continue to 'play' with you!" My husband started his violent tone again. I really like him talking to me like this. I don't understand why he can't learn to swear.

"So how do you want to play?"

"Hmm! Let me think about it. So, first tell me what you wore today?"

"That beige coat! And the silver-gray suit you like."

"What's inside..."

"You're doing it again, underwear of course!"

"What kind of underwear?"

"It's the purple one without the straps."

"Then take off your underwear!"

"What..." I couldn't believe my ears.

"There's someone next to me!" I said in a low voice.

"I know! Don't you like me to play like this? I want you to come to me dripping wet. I want you to let me play with you until you cum on the way. When you can't hold on any longer, you can come to me."

"But.."

"Go find a way to take it off yourself! I'm going to hang up now. Call me back when you're done!"

My husband hung up the phone. The bus was driving in the dark, and the reading light above my head was still shining on me silently.

"Haha! You two are really open-minded..." The boy just came to his senses and spoke to me.

"Yeah! He always likes to act like this." I answered casually, but I was thinking in my heart: "How can I take off my bra under my clothes in front of him without making any sound? 』

"Does it still hurt?" he asked me.

When I was talking to my husband on the phone just now, my right hand was actually placed on my right breast that was hurt by the impact. In fact, it no longer hurt there. On the contrary, my nipple that had been squeezed and rubbed was still standing there hard. I was inexplicably excited by my husband's teasing, and I had an excuse to put my hand there openly and enjoy the feeling of touching it with my hand.

"It seems to hurt a little again!" I had just told him that it didn't hurt anymore, but now I told him that it hurt a little again. It felt a little funny to hear my own answer.

I answered while staring into his eyes, and while looking at him, my hands continued to gently caress my lucky breasts, oh my god! What happened to me today? I could actually touch my breasts so openly in front of a strange man. My heart began to beat violently again. Maybe I can use this as an excuse to take off my bra, and even if he finds out, it would still be acceptable.

Thinking of this, I stopped talking. I turned my head to look at the TV in front of me, let my right hand hang from my chest and placed it on my thigh, then changed to my left hand and placed it on my right chest and rubbed it gently. I could clearly feel my nipples rubbing gently in the loose bra, and they were swelling and engorged. This erotic feeling made me gradually accumulate courage.

Slowly, I tried to move my left hand, which was gently moving on my right breast, back a little. My fingers moved to the cleavage exposed at the opening of my clothes. When my hand touched my breast, I felt a new stimulation. This was different from the feeling of rubbing my breast through two layers of clothes just now. The stimulation was so clear and real.

My hand stayed there for a long time. I glanced at the young man out of the corner of my eye. When he saw that I stopped talking, he turned his head and looked at the TV in front of him, but! I could feel that the corner of his eyes were always watching my movements, in fact! This is exactly the feeling I want. Being able to show it to him clearly but unintentionally allowed me to indulge in my desires without any unnecessary embarrassment.

At this time, I was no longer in a hurry to take off my bra. I wanted to slowly seduce this young man and let him endure the torment of desire like me. I wanted to see if he could not help but put his hand into his pants.

My hand gradually slid from the center of the collar to the inside of the clothes, and then gently reached under the bra. My breasts were full and elastic. My husband's teasing on the phone just now, coupled with the unintentional touch with the boy at the beginning, made me eager to enjoy the real touch of my breasts.

When I put my hands on my breasts, I was always paying attention to the young man's reaction. Such active teasing of him made me even more excited, and my fingers began to rub my nipples. The young man also began to put his hand on his lower abdomen. I knew that the part under his hand was the hard and hot thing that I had accidentally touched before.

I was enjoying this wonderful erotic atmosphere so playfully that my right hand reached inside my clothes from behind. At this time, I no longer needed my husband's urging. I wanted to take off all my clothes immediately. I really wanted to be a naked, lustful woman.

It was very troublesome to unfasten the clasp on the back of the bra with one hand, so I had to put both hands into the clothes from behind. I leaned my body forward slightly and lifted the clothes from my skirt with both arms, revealing my smooth waist. The neckline in front was wide open because my shoulders were pulled forward, and a pair of breasts, still wearing a bra, were almost completely exposed.

Just as I unbuttoned the secret button on my back with a "click", the cell phone rang suddenly. I was really startled, and the young man was obviously also startled by the sudden sound of the cell phone. His hand moved away from his crotch at once, and he couldn't help but look towards me. Obviously, if it weren't for the call, a shy little boy like him would be embarrassed to look at me directly and watch me undress.

Just as he looked over, the bra I was wearing, which was the kind without shoulder straps, had its tight clasps at the back suddenly loosened, and the whole bra slipped off.

Although I was already burning with desire at this time, but! I still couldn't face the gaze of a strange man, which just fell directly on my exposed breasts. I hurriedly pulled my hands out from behind, trying to catch the bra that was slipping off. However, because the collar of my clothes was stretched too wide by me, part of the bottom edge of the bra had already slipped out of my collar. My panicked hands rushed there as if reflexively, but unexpectedly they just caught the bra that slipped out of the collar. My panicked hands made it impossible for me to stop my hands, and not only did I fail to catch the bra, but half of it was pulled out, and my plump breasts were also exposed outside the messy collar.

At this time, I no longer cared about the boy's reaction. I could only hurriedly pull the entire bra out from the neckline and stuff it into my bag in a panic.

The cell phone was still ringing, so I grabbed the phone and leaned back in the chair. I felt my heart pounding against my chest like a small hammer, making me so nervous that I could hardly breathe.

"Hello!" I pressed the button on my cell phone, and sure enough, my husband's voice came from the phone.

"Honey!...are you done taking off your clothes? Why didn't you call me?...I can't wait any longer!"

"..." The tense atmosphere made me speechless. My whole body felt paralyzed, weak and sore, as if I had just made love all night with my husband.

"Oh my God! You bad guy, you almost scared me to death!..." I pressed my chest, as if I was afraid that my heart would jump out.

Just as my hands were pressing on my breasts, I realized once again that I was no longer wearing any underwear under my clothes. Because I was raising my right hand to answer the phone, the right side of my collar was propped up by my hand, and my right breast, which had been "touched" by the boy, was now naked for him to stare at. My heart started beating violently again.

"Great! By the time you get to me, you'll have turned into an anxious and horny little slut!" My husband on the phone seemed to feel my nervous excitement.

"I can't stand it anymore and you're still saying that...! I don't want to 'play' with you anymore!" I really couldn't handle this kind of strong stimulation. I didn't expect that this kind of revealing game would be more exciting than any sexual intercourse I've ever had with my husband.

"No!...We still have to continue playing!" said the husband in an equally excited voice.

"Ah!... You want to 'play' more? What do you want to 'play' more?..." Did he want me to take off my underwear too? ? ． ． I was worried, but also looking forward to my husband's instructions. I'm such a slut! I think. ． .

"The next step is of course to 'play' the game of taking off your panties!" Sure enough, my husband gave the instruction that I had been waiting for deep in my heart.

"How do I take off my clothes here??" I shouted out my husband's instructions. On the one hand, I wanted to let the guy next to me who had just seen my embarrassing look know that what happened just now was what my husband on the phone told me to do, so as to ease my embarrassment. On the other hand, I also wanted him to know my husband's next instructions so that I could continue my game of exposure and teasing. I vaguely hoped to see him unable to resist and ejaculate in his pants because of my teasing. It would be too exciting!

"Haha!...Same old as always!...You better figure it out yourself! I'm hanging up. Call me back when you're done taking off your clothes!" The husband's voice disappeared on the other end of the phone.

In fact, for a woman wearing a skirt, it is much easier to take off her underwear than to take off her bra through her outer clothes. The key is whether she is willing to take it off.

I moved from the window seat to the side, to a seat closer to the aisle. The boy looked at me in surprise. He obviously didn't know what I was going to do. I smiled at him. At this time, I felt much calmer. It was like when I was playing various exposure games. I already felt safe enough with the little boy, so it wasn't a big deal if he exposed himself more.

I moved my legs up and placed them on the seat next to me like I did before, but this time I moved them to the window seat. I rested my left hand on the armrest of the seat near the aisle and turned my head to the window, pretending to admire the night view outside. My butt was resting between the two chair backs. I put my right hand on my hip and slid it down along the gap between the two chairs, stopping below my butt. Then I used this hand to gently pull the skirt up behind my butt little by little, stopping only when the hem was almost reaching my waist.

Because my upper body was leaning against the side blocking the view behind me, I think it was impossible for the guy next to me to see that my butt was naked and exposed at this time. But I also knew that because I was leaning against the armrest, the collar on the left side of my clothes was hanging down, and from his angle, one of my breasts was definitely exposed to him.

Although my breasts were clearly exposed to him at this time, I didn't care at all. On the contrary, I very much liked this situation. Anyway, I pretended not to notice, and he already knew that I had taken off my underwear, so I let him take a good look at my breasts! It’s a pity that I was too embarrassed to turn my head to look at his expression and movements, otherwise it would have been even more exciting.

I slowly pulled my calves back together, raised my body and completely took off my panties, throwing them on the chair. I was not in a hurry to get up, and it took a lot of effort to find a suitable position. My right hand gently stroked my smooth skin, and my hand slid down along the crotch. My fingers gently circled my anus, and then touched the flesh hole in front from the back to the front. Oh my God! It’s already so wet!

I know that the guy behind me is looking at my naked breasts from the side, but my head is still looking out the window and not turning back. I think this way he can stare at my breasts more unscrupulously, and he can also look at my breasts while rubbing his own cock more wantonly. What a stimulating position!

I was upset why I didn't think of using this position at the beginning of the day to let him appreciate this beautiful body and let me enjoy the pleasure of being exposed. Otherwise, he and I might have reached orgasm several times!

My middle finger slid between the two wet labia, and as the stimulation deepened, I couldn't help but move my movements more and more. I thought that from the boy's perspective, he would be able to see my right shoulder twitching. He must have been guessing my movements while playing with his dick, and perhaps he had already ejaculated. ． ? ?

I couldn't help but want to look back at him, but I didn't want to ruin my climax which was getting closer and closer. At this moment, I suddenly discovered something unexpected and surprising.

Because I found that the figure of the boy behind me was clearly reflected in the car window in front of me without the curtains drawn. I clearly saw that he had actually taken his penis out of the zipper of his pants and was constantly stroking it. But what surprised me was not that I saw the strange boy's cock, nor that he seemed to be staring at my breasts on the side. I was surprised that my naked lower body was clearly reflected in the window under the light, and my hand was sandwiched between my legs and constantly sliding up and down. In the mirror, the boy was obviously staring at this wonderful masturbation show.

Oh my god! How could I make this mistake? The windows at night often give people this illusion. When you stare at the glass consciously, the images inside are as clear as mirrors, and when you look out the window unconsciously, it is just a piece of transparent glass. I guess I was obsessed with the erotic frenzy just now and forgot about this glass, but the boy must have thought of a way to know what I was doing there, so he probably had discovered the magical use of this car window. I guess he could see clearly how I took off my underwear.

Although I am not a serious woman, this situation is too embarrassing. I have never masturbated in front of any man except in front of my husband. What's wrong with me today? Has my luck in love brought me so much excitement and surprise?

Although the excitement is stimulation, this sudden surprise also cooled me down suddenly, and I couldn't continue playing! Besides, I didn't want my husband's cell phone to startle me again, so I put my legs together, sat up straight and turned my face over.

The person who was scared this time became him. The boy didn't expect me to suddenly sit up, and his hand was still holding the high-rise cock. When he saw me turn around, he almost panic and covered it with his hands, but the erect cock looked about sixteen or seventeen centimeters. How could he cover it with his hands? I really didn't expect that this shy little boy guy was quite of quality!

In a hurry, he quickly stuffed his penis into his pants, but how could it be so easy to stuff a hard pants door that is usually only for urination and exit! ． ． ． finally! He hid his things in, but he still held high on his pants and couldn't pull up the zipper for a while. I kept staring at this embarrassing drama, and felt a little thrill of revenge. I originally wanted to say to him: "You are quite open too! 'But after plucking up the courage, I still didn't have the courage to say it.

Sure enough, before I could call my husband's cell phone, his phone came first.

"Hey! Why are you so long? I've been waiting for a long time..."

"Hehe! I'm also 'playing'! It's so interesting!" The boy's embarrassment just now made me feel much better. I seemed to have an advantage, so I spoke a little more naturally.

"Haha! Let's tell me how you "play", now! Let's continue to "play" first!"