11 comments/ 120055 views/ 42 favorites Touched on the Train Ch. 01 By: tony090909 Last summer Paul and I went down to London for a long weekend. We travelled down on the Thursday evening and didn't arrive at the hotel until 10pm, so there wasn't time to do much more than unpack. On the Friday we had a leisurely breakfast, then slowly sorted ourselves out. We had tickets to see Billy Elliott - the Musical and then a table booked at a nearby restaurant. We don't get much time together like this so it felt like a special treat. The weather was quite hot and it was forecast to stay that way all weekend. I wore a very summery dress and some turquoise underwear which Paul bought me a few months back. They're a particularly vivid colour which we both like. As I finished dressing I looked in the mirror and I hope it doesn't sound conceited if I say I thought I looked alright. Even though I'm forty eight years old I work out at the gym three times a week so I'm in pretty good shape. I've got longish dark hair, a 36D bust and I was wearing medium heels which helped shape my legs. Paul certainly seemed to approve. As we prepared to leave the room he grabbed me from behind and told me how nice I looked. At the same time his left hand was squeezing my bum. I liked that; after all what middle-aged woman doesn't like to feel that she is still desirable. But I knew there would be plenty of time later, so I told him to be patient and he would get a treat. He was obviously pleased to hear that. Good sex had definitely been on the agenda for this weekend, but he was happy to have it confirmed. We headed out into the street and walked the short distance to the Underground station where we caught a tube train into the centre of London. The warm weather meant the Underground was stifling, so I was glad when we were back above ground. The theatre was close to Buckingham Palace and we had a bit of a wander in the area before having a light lunch. After that it was time to head to the show. I expected to enjoy it and I wasn't disappointed; the colours were really vibrant and the show had a lot of energy. Next stop was the restaurant. It was an Italian one which had been recommended to us and though I wouldn't rave about it, it was a nice meal. Whilst we were eating Paul remarked on how the guy next to me in the theatre had obviously fancied me. I asked him what he meant. "Well they went to the bar at the interval just like us and he kept looking at you." "Oh come on, he was about ten years younger than me and anyway he was with his wife." Paul shrugged his shoulders. "That's hardly going to stop him looking." I didn't say any more, but I knew Paul was right. I had seen that man eyeing me up and when we went back to our seats they were already there and I had to squeeze past him. He didn't exactly leave much room for me and inevitably there was some bodily contact. It wasn't done in a blatant way, but I didn't think it was accidental. I changed the subject to the weather and we agreed how nice it was to be out on a warm summers evening. "Mind you I bet the tube train will be stifling again. It's a good job this dress is light and I certainly won't need my jacket." "Well if you want to stay cool you could always remove something." "What do you mean?" Paul just smiled knowingly and raised an eyebrow. I realised he was suggesting that I removed my knickers. It was something I had done very occasionally. Paul seemed to find it quite a turn-on and it made me feel very different. Obviously no one could see anything, but it always made me feel semi-naked and somehow rather vulnerable. Anything could happen - a gust of wind could come along and my pussy would be exposed to a complete stranger. It was a weekend away, I'd had a few glasses of wine - it did seem the perfect opportunity for a bit of sexy fun. I'm rather conservative and I know Paul wishes I was less inhibited. I was a virgin when I met him and I've always been faithful to him (and I believe he has to me), but he has asked me whether I would ever consider a threesome or swapping. I said no, but I haven't admitted to him that just occasionally I wondered what I would do if the ideal situation arose. I looked back at Paul. "Maybe later," I said with a trace of a smile. The restaurant became very busy and we decided to move as soon as the desserts were finished. Paul caught the waiters eye and asked for the bill. While he sorted that out I said I was going to the toilet. "I know," said Paul. The waiter raised his eyebrows. "You can always tell the married couples. It's scary the way they get to predict what the other person's doing." I had to smile at that. The waiter didn't know what we knew and there was no way I was going to explain to him! When I came out of the toilets Paul was waiting for me and we headed out onto the street. The first thing we did was join hands and though it probably looked like we were holding hands what I actually did was pass my knickers to Paul. He smiled and stuffed them in his jacket pocket. It was a five minute walk to the tube station and as I expected Paul couldn't resist a quick feel of my bottom. He commented how different it felt; the dress sliding freely over my skin with no knickers in the way. It was just after ten o'clock when we got to the tube station and it was pretty busy. As we went down the stairway the hot air rose to meet us and we both groaned when we saw the announcements regarding reduced trains due to staff shortages. A train arrived after ten minutes and we got on but ended up standing a couple of feet apart. At the next station more people crowded on and Paul and I were now stood about six feet apart. It was distinctly crushed and it would take about fifteen minutes to get to our stop. The train jolted and I took an involuntary step backwards and my heel went down on the foot of the person behind me. I twisted my head and apologised to a man in his late twenties or early thirties who told me not to worry, it's one of the hazards when the underground was crowded. Another jolt pushed me back against him and his hand steadied my hip. I again apologised and he again said it wasn't a problem. At the next stop even more people boarded and I was crushed back against him and there was no way I could twist round to apologise. As soon as the train set off I felt his hand settle on my hip. I didn't need steadying so as a gesture it was unnecessary. I could see the reflection of his face in the window. It wasn't one hundred per cent clear, but his expression was completely neutral. He was quite tall, nearly six foot, reasonable looking and with dark, almost black hair. The train jolted again and my bottom rubbed against his crutch. It was only then that I remembered that I wasn't wearing any knickers. I didn't feel threatened, but it was disconcerting. I looked at Paul, but people were stood between us and I couldn't really see him. Even so I wouldn't have asked for help. I was crushed against a man on the tube - it wasn't exactly a big deal. To be honest part of me was getting a buzz out of the situation. It was a weekend away and I'd had a bit to drink, so, next time the train jolted, instead of trying to lean away from him I pushed back against him. I could sense his surprise in the way his hand suddenly gripped my hip, but the other thing I could sense was his erection. It was sticking firmly upright and pressing against me. Now both his hands were on my hips and the left one was moving down - safely out of sight of everyone in the carriage he touched my bottom. I didn't flinch, nor did I move away or do anything to discourage him. His left hand was basically cupping my left buttock, then he began a very gentle stroking motion. I could feel myself responding, there was a definite damp feeling between my legs, and of course I had no knickers on, which he must have realised by now. His next step was to slide his hand across to a more central position. Then he began to probe forward with his fingertips. My heart started to beat faster as his fingers closed in on my pussy. My legs were together, so he didn't really have access, but he was just an inch or two away from my most private place. My husband was stood just a few feet away. What would he think if he knew that a stranger was touching me in an intimate place? With a rush it came to me that he wouldn't be annoyed, he would be excited. My mind was made up. I parted my legs and his fingers explored eagerly. Now he was able to stroke my pussy with only the thin material of my dress protecting it. I parted my legs further and he reached down and slid his hand up inside my dress. At that moment the lights went out in the carriage. It does happen sometimes and doesn't last long, but in inky blackness the stranger's hand settled on my cunt. Once, twice he ran a fingertip along my cunt lips. Then he probed into me, his finger sliding easily into my pouting wetness, I sighed and pushed back against him. The lights came back on, but even so a second finger slid in alongside the first and I tried to part my legs wider. Despite my calm exterior I was almost frantic inside - a stranger was finger fucking me in public! If this carried on much longer I was going to come. Then I glanced up and realised that Paul was looking at me with a puzzled expression on his face. I froze not knowing how to respond, then I saw we were pulling in to a station and it was our stop. The doors opened and I squeezed my way out, not daring to glance back at the stranger whose fingers had just been exploring my cunt. I hurried along the platform and Paul strode alongside me. "Are you alright? What's wrong?" "Wait. I'll tell you later." All the way up the escalator he kept asking what had happened. We passed through the ticket barrier and Paul grabbed my arm and pulled me to one side. "What happened back there?" "That man, the one stood behind me. He put his hand up my dress." "And he...." "Yes, he played with my pussy." People were hurrying past paying no attention to us, but even so I was surprised when Paul stuck his hand up my dress and got the confirmation he sought of my highly aroused state. "Come on, let's get back to the hotel," he said, taking my arm. We headed up a short flight of stairs and out onto the street. The evening traffic kept us waiting on the kerb briefly, then we crossed the road, past the shops and community centre I'd noticed earlier and then down a side road and in through the hotel doors. A few people were at reception, but we went straight across to the lift and waited while one returned. We rode up in silence. It was just two floors, then out of the lift and along a silent corridor. Paul opened the door and we entered the room. I turned to kiss him, but he whirled me round and pushed me face first against the wall. His hand slid between my thighs. "Spread your legs," he ordered. I did as I was told and he slid a finger into me. "Is this what he did?" "Yes...I mean no. He had two fingers in me." I gasped as Paul thrust another finger into me. He was quite rough, but I was very wet and took them quite easily. To be honest I'm rather submissive and I like it when a man takes charge and Paul was certainly doing that. "Did you enjoy it?" "Yes it was nice, it turned me on." "What turned you on?" When you've been married a while you develop a form of shorthand and I knew that last question of Paul's was a request for me to talk dirty. It might make some more extrovert couples laugh, but it's only recently that we've discovered how arousing a bit of dirty talk can be and tonight I was particularly happy to oblige. "I liked being touched by him. I liked having his fingers in my cunt. It turned me on and if we hadn't reached the station I think I would have cum." "Would you have let him fuck you?" "Yes, yes. If he'd got his cock out he could have fucked me." Actually I don't think that was true, but I was too far gone to care. Anyway it encouraged Paul to get his prick out and rub it against my cunt lips. I stuck my backside out to make the angle better for him and was rewarded by the feel of his prick sliding into me. "Is that what you wanted?" "Yes I wanted him to push his big hard cock into me and fuck me until he fired his sperm inside me." "Would you like to have another man's cock inside you?" I knew this was a genuine question, not a fantasy one. He'd tested me with it a few times before and my answer had always been no. But tonight everything seemed to conspire in one direction. The man at the theatre, the wine, walking around knickerless, the stranger on the tube, the hotel room - everything. "Yes." Paul stopped fucking me and I could sense his surprise. "Do you mean that?" I thought hard. "Yes. Yes I do." Paul gave what I can only describe as a growl and slammed his prick deep into me with fierce urgency. There were a few seconds of frantic fucking then he roared and I cried out as his prick rammed into my depths and we both came with a passion I'd hadn't felt for years. He clung onto me until his prick retreated and slid out of me of it's own accord. I went to get a tissue, but Paul grabbed me and kissed me. He unzipped my dress, removed it and my bra and then quickly undressed himself. He pulled me into the bed and I knew what his first question would be. "Did you mean what you said back then." I nodded; it was easier than saying yes. "We're away for the weekend. We can make it happen if you want." Touched on the Train Ch. 02 This story can be read on its own, but it will make more sense if you have read Part 1 first. * * * * * I woke with a start. The bedside clock glowed red in the darkened hotel room. It was 8:23 am and I could hear Paul moving in the bathroom. Probably that was what had woken me. Straight away the events of last night rushed into my head. I wriggled slightly in the bed as vivid memories came back of that crowded tube train and the stranger's hand sliding up my dress and touching me in the most intimate of places. I remembered parting my legs to make it easier for him and the illicit thrill of being finger fucked in public. Then back in the hotel room my husband's unbridled lust as I described what had happened. It had turned us both on and incredibly I'd said that tonight I was going to sleep with another man. Was that really what I wanted to do? Sexually I was very inexperienced and Paul was the only person I'd ever slept with. I was in two minds about this. Part of me wanted to stay faithful to my husband, even though I had his permission to take a lover. But I couldn't deny there was a voice in my head saying "You're forty-eight and you've never done anything sexually adventurous. Have a fling now before it's too late, then at least you will know what it feels like to have a different prick inside you." Just then Paul came out of the bathroom and smiled at me. "Sleep well?" "Yes, fine." "Good. Well there's no rush. We can have a leisurely start and head down for breakfast when you're ready." * * * * * It was nearer ten o'clock before we sat down for breakfast and the dining area was rather quiet, so we were able to get a window table. I had expected Paul to raise the subject earlier, but we were largely finished with breakfast before he asked me how I felt about doing something tonight. "Why?" I asked warily. "I just wanted to say that I would like to do it, but it's totally your decision. I don't want you to feel under any pressure." "Do you really not mind if I take a lover?" "No, I don't. To be honest I do fantasize about seeing you with another man. Our sex life is fine, but just for once I'd like to be more daring and try something different. Life isn't a dress rehearsal and I don't want to be looking back in later years and thinking we should have been bolder." That struck a chord with me and I looked Paul in the eye. "Alright, but how are we going to do it? I'm not going to walk up to some guy and ask him if he would like to have sex with me." "Well we could go out for a meal as planned, but then come back here. I'd leave you in the bar and we'd see if anyone approaches you." "What if no-one does?" "That's always possible," admitted Paul with a shrug of his shoulders. "If they don't then it obviously wasn't meant to be, but you're a beautiful woman so I think that's unlikely." "OK I'll go into the bar alone tonight, but I'm not dressing like a slut and I want you to be watching discreetly from the opposite corner of the bar. I'm definitely not doing anything unless it's a man that I find attractive." "Of course," said Paul. "That's fine." We talked some more and agreed that if I found someone suitable then I'd fiddle with one of my earrings. After that I'd excuse myself and head to the loo and Paul would then come across and introduce himself. Discussing those details I could feel butterflies in my stomach and more importantly there was a definite moist feeling between my legs. I realised then that I did want to do this. It wouldn't be for Paul's sake. I did want to have an erotic adventure. The rest of the day passed relatively slowly. A bit of sightseeing and a light lunch meant we were back at the hotel not long after 4pm. We lazed about for a while, but by 8pm we were showered, changed and off to a nearby restaurant for a meal. I was wearing a red dress which went to just below the knee, a semi-transparent black bra and pants set and black lace top hold-ups. I had on a pair of red shoes with moderately high heels. Paul thoroughly approved of it all, assuring me that it looked completely classy - "not even remotely slutty" was how he put it. Still all through the meal I was on edge and very nervous. I was continually wrestling with conflicting desires. One minute I was on the verge of telling Paul that this really wasn't me and I wasn't going to go through with tonight. The next I was imagining some handsome guy pounding into me and the explosion as we climaxed together. I was a bag of nerves and partly to try and calm myself down I drank a bit more wine than usual. I thought it might relax me, though I didn't get carried away and I was nowhere near drunk. Towards the end of the meal Paul asked me if I was still up for tonight. "I think so, but I am nervous." "That's hardly surprising. We've never done anything like this. Mind you who knows, when we get back to the hotel the bar might be empty. What an anticlimax that would be, if you'll pardon the pun." By the time we returned to the hotel it was 10pm and some of my nerves had worn off. Perhaps it was the wine - I hardly ever get drunk, but I do find that a few drinks have a relaxing effect. "Do you want to go into the bar? I'll wander through in a couple of minutes. Don't forget it's up to you what we do. You can call it off at any time, though I'm hoping you won't!" I looked at Paul, said OK and we headed our separate ways. The bar was through an archway and I felt oddly conspicuous going in on my own. I ordered a drink and then sat at a table in the far corner. I felt less noticeable there and it enabled me to see the whole room. Like many hotel bars the lighting was very subdued - a few recessed ceiling lights but with a cool glow cast by the rather eye-catching blue lighting which highlighted the optics display. It wasn't particularly busy - maybe thirty people at the most. I scanned the tables and inevitably looked to see if there was anyone I found attractive. It soon became obvious that most of the tables were couples, presumably on a weekend away like us, and that wasn't what I was after. It dawned on me that if I really wanted to look for a lone man then midweek with businessmen around would have been a much better bet. At that moment Paul came in. He got a drink, there was the slightest of eye contact between us and then he sat at a table in the opposite corner. I wondered if like me he would look round the room and realise that this wasn't going to work. I felt a real mix of emotions - relief that nothing was going to happen, but also disappointment that nothing was going to happen. I glanced at my watch. It was 10:15. I'd wait a bit longer, until about 10:30. I couldn't see any point waiting beyond then, it would just be too boring and anyway I already felt a bit stupid sat alone in a corner sipping my drink. One of the men at a nearby table got up and glanced at me. I hurriedly avoided eye contact - he looked older than me and was distinctly overweight so he was a non-starter. I ran my fingers down the outside of my glass. A few more minutes and we'd head back to the room. No doubt we'd have sex, but I wondered how disappointed Paul would be - he'd seemed very keen on this. I drained the last of my wine and looked at my watch again. It was 10:33. I rose and headed towards Paul. "Sorry," I said. "There's no-one suitable and I'm not sitting here all night, I feel stupid." Paul was obviously disappointed. "I thought you'd manage longer than this. Couldn't you give it a bit longer?" he grumbled. "Well I've come over to you now. I can hardly go back to sitting on my own, it'll look odd." He shrugged. "OK, well at least we tried, even if it didn't work." He picked up his drink and took a swig. "Tell you what you go back first. I'll come up in a couple of minutes and pretend I'm room service and you can seduce me." I looked at him and wondered what to say. We did occasionally go in for a bit of role playing, but I wasn't in the mood for it just now. Still I didn't have the heart to disappoint him, so I said OK, told him to give me five minutes and headed out of the bar. I passed reception, smiled hello to the woman on duty and then went along the corridor to the lift. On the way I passed the door to the swimming pool and to my surprise it was open. I decided to have a quick look as we had spoken about having a dip after breakfast tomorrow. The main lights were turned off, so the room was only lit by the underwater lights in the pool. I was guessing that the door should really have been locked and was a bit underwhelmed by the small size of the pool, then with a start I realised someone was sat quietly in the shadows. I must have jumped because the young man apologised for startling me. "Sorry I didn't mean to alarm you. I should have said something as soon as you came through the door." "No, that's alright," I said. "I don't think I should actually be in here. Are you one of the staff." "No, I've been kicked out of my room," he said and laughed with a touch of bitterness. "What do you mean?" "I'm here with my boss. It's a new very small business and we're sharing a room. Only he's picked up a woman and I've to wait here until he's finished and gives me a ring." He gestured at the phone by his side. "Sorry, I shouldn't have told you that, you can't be interested." Actually I was interested - it was an intriguing situation. I may not be very experienced sexually, but I've got some idea of what young men are like and I could imagine his frustration sat here like this, knowing his boss was upstairs screwing the arse off some woman. "Not how you wanted to spend Saturday night," I commiserated. "And not very fair on your bosses part." "No, I'm not really annoyed with him. I'm more jealous. He's got a way with women. I wish I had. I'm useless, I get all tongue-tied and don't know what to say." "Well you seem to able to talk to me." "That's different, you're older. You're not some young woman that I'm trying to chat up." "Well thanks for that," I said. "That's put me in my place!" "Sorry," he said shooting me an embarrassed look. "But you know what I mean." I did know what he meant and in truth I wasn't offended. Because of the poor lighting it was difficult to be sure, but bearing in mind what he'd said I reckoned he was in his late teens or early twenties and I was more than old enough to be his mother. In fact I think the poor lighting was helping. It gave us a certain anonymity which made it easier to talk; I don't think either of us would have been as forthcoming in a brightly lit room. He looked up at me. "If you don't mind me asking how old are you?" "I think you ought to tell me first," I parried. "Nineteen." I thought for a second. "How old do you think I am?" "Early thirties - thirty five at the most." I sighed with relief and was grateful for all those sessions at the gym which had kept me fit and toned. "I'm thirty seven." Alright I know it was a lie, but I just couldn't bring myself to tell the truth. Besides an obvious thought was crossing my mind. I'd been looking for someone and here was a young man in desperate need of some female company. To my surprise and annoyance I found I was trembling slightly. I decided to seize the moment, so before I could change my mind I took a couple of steps and sat next to him. I put one hand on his thigh. "You don't have to be alone you know." The surprised look on his face was almost comical. "What...You mean..." "Yes," I said and leaned across and gave him the lightest of kisses. "You can make love to me, but you have to come to my room in five minutes and my husband will be present." "Your husband!" "Yes. He wants to watch me have sex with another man and if you want you can be the one." I took his left hand and placed it on my right breast. I'm a 36d and I was wearing a soft lacy bra of the sort men like so I knew he'd be able to feel the firm weight and the hard point formed by my (very) erect nipple. "Alright," he gulped nervously. "What's your room number." "Three five seven. And don't forget to turn your phone off - we don't want your boss interrupting us do we." There was no need to say anything further, so I stood up and left the room. I scooted down the corridor to the lifts and suppressed a giggle as I stood there. I'd just seduced a young man! I could hardly believe it. It was so out of character for me. The lift reached our floor and I hadn't got far along the corridor before I met Paul coming the other way. He looked quizzically at me. "Where've you been? I was knocking on the door for ages, but there was no reply, so I let myself in, but you weren't there, so I went back to the bar, but you weren't there either." "It's a long story, well no it isn't. Here open the door quickly and I'll explain." Paul slid his key card through the lock and we entered the room. "I've been talking to a man and he's coming here in a few minutes." Now it was Paul's turn to look surprised. "You mean you've found someone." I looked him straight in the eye. "Yes, but he's only nineteen and I think he'll be very nervous. He doesn't seem to have much experience with women, but I think I can cope with that." Paul looked at me. "Well I never thought of you as Mrs Robinson, but there you go." "Mrs Robinson?" I said blankly. "Mrs Robinson. The older woman in The Graduate who seduces Dustin Hoffman." I had to smile at that. "Well I never thought of myself as Mrs Robinson either, but it seems I am. Anyway I must get ready." I popped into the bathroom, ran a comb through my hair, put some fresh lipstick on and freshened up my perfume. I came back out and saw that Paul had flicked the switches so the only light was a lamp on the desk. He was sat in one of the two chairs by the window, but with it turned to face the double bed. Almost immediately there was a knock at the door. I exchanged a look with Paul and opened the door. My young man was stood waiting. Fortunately in decent light he looked better than in the gloom of the pool room. He was reasonable looking, dark hair, probably a shade over six foot tall and luckily he wasn't flabby and had a broad, firm chest. "Hi come in," I shut the door behind him. "I'm Kim and this is my husband Paul. Sorry, but when we were downstairs I never asked your name." "I'm Mike." "Hi," said Paul and got a cautious nod in return. Mike looked a bit tongue-tied, so I thought I had better set the ball rolling. I stepped up to him. "Would you like to kiss me?" Rather self-consciously he put his arms round me and we kissed. At first he was stiff and awkward, but once I slipped my tongue into his mouth he loosened up remarkably. Soon one of his hands started to explore my breasts and I moaned softly to encourage him. It obviously worked because his other hand roamed freely across my backside. The evening wasn't turning out as I'd expected, but I think that made it more, not less, exciting. I'd assumed that if I scored it would be with a man much nearer my own age and it wasn't really like me to initiate something and be the assertive one. Normally I saw myself as a rather submissive person, but with Mike I felt as though I was in charge of events (and in truth I guess I was). I know I was wet between the legs and if Mike cared to explore in that area he would find my knickers distinctly damp. I was keen to move on to some more intimate contact, so, in keeping with my newfound boldness, I slid my hand down and rubbed the front of his trousers. There was a very promising bulge and I ran my fingers along the outline of a lovely stiff prick. I was right by the edge of the bed so I sat down and tugged impatiently at his belt. Once that was done I unzipped him, then grabbed hold of the waistband of his trousers and boxer shorts and pulled them down. His erect prick sprang into view and dangled lewdly in front of me. I've always found the sight of an erect penis a big turn-on and tonight was no exception - a wave of love juice surged to my pussy. Mike's eager young cock was pointing stiffly upwards and size wise he had nothing to be embarrassed about. If anything he was bigger than my husband. I reached out with my left hand and gave his balls a gentle squeeze. I know Paul likes that and Mike was obviously the same judging by the appreciative groan he gave. I took my right hand and grasped his shaft - he felt so hard and so hot. It was a real turn-on to think that it would soon be inside me. I began a very gentle pumping action. Looking back perhaps I should have guessed what might happen. Mike made an agonized sound - part gasp, part groan - then sperm shot from his prick and splashed across the bed. His hands went to his cock, knocking mine out of the way, and I saw more sperm gushing into his hands and seeping between his fingers. For a couple of seconds I was frozen to the spot, then I had the common sense to grab a box of tissues from the side, pass a handful to Mike and use some more to wipe the bed. He was obviously mortified and wiped himself down as quickly as he could. "I'm sorry, I'm useless, that always happens, I just can't do it." I could see he was very upset, but what I'd really picked up on was the way he said "that always happens". If it was already a problem for him, then tonight was going to turn it into a huge issue unless I did something. I was guessing that he'd only ever been with teenage girls who couldn't handle a spot of premature ejaculation. There were several occasions when Paul had got over excited and had cum much quicker than either of us wanted. I knew it was no big deal; in a way it was a compliment because it meant I'd got him very excited. So I decided to assert my position as the senior one in this sexual partnership. I took hold of Mike's wrist and stopped him moving towards the door. "Stay there." I sat back down on the edge of the bed and again unfastened his belt. He tried to stop me, but I slapped his hand away. I did it lightly enough for him not to take offence, but hard enough for him to know that I meant business. I tugged his boxers down again and his prick hung down miserably, looking oh so different from the rampant monster I had stroked a few moments ago. I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. I make no claims to be especially good at oral sex (after all I've only performed it on one man), but I was confident I could get him hard. In fact it was very easy - within seconds there was a noticeable stiffening and I was soon struggling to cope with a cock that was a real mouthful! Possibly a sex therapist would have advised moving to the next stage a bit more cautiously, but this had got me very, very hyped up. I was enjoying the unexpected thrill of being the dominant person and was desperate to have Mike inside me. I pulled his trousers and shorts off, and then told him to lie on the bed. He pulled his shoes and socks off and lay back with his head on the pillow. While he did that I reached under my dress, hitched my thumbs into the waistband of my knickers and pulled them off. They were very sexy black ones, but now they were hardly given a glance and I carelessly tossed them to one side. I should have unzipped my dress and taken it off, but I looked at Mike laid there with his cock sticking arrogantly up in the air and got straight on the bed. I hitched my dress up round my waist and was rewarded with a lustful gaze as Mike stared between my legs (I'm rather furry down there and Paul often says what a lovely bush I have). I straddled Mike and lowered myself towards his waiting prick. I knew I was very wet, but nevertheless I took hold of his cock and gently rubbed it against my cunt lips. So this was it - after nearly thirty years of married life my previously faithful cunt was finally going to yield to another mans' prick. Touched on the Train Ch. 02 Slowly, gently I lowered myself onto him. The angry purple head of his cock slid between my cunt lips and I bore down with all my weight as his rod of iron stretched my willing cunt. Mike's eyes bulged, his mouth opened and he gave an agonized groan. Paul had once said to me that sex was sometimes so intense that he couldn't tell whether he was feeling pleasure or pain - well it seemed that Mike was experiencing something of that. I'd taken him all and I felt incredibly full. Mike was pushing up at me and I was rotating my hips in response. I reached behind my back and unzipped my dress, then I pulled it over my head and off. Mike still had his shirt on so I unbuttoned that and threw it open. He reached round and unfastened my bra. I shrugged it off and lowered my breasts towards him, he strained upwards latching onto one of my nipples and kissing and sucking as though his life depended on it. I lowered myself further so that I could kiss him. Our tongues fenced with each other, my nipples rubbed against his chest and all the time he thrust upwards, pushing his cock in and out of my soaking wet cunt. "Oh God," he said. "I'm going to come." "Well come then," I urged him. "Are you safe or do you want me to pull out?" "Don't worry I'm safe so you can do it properly. Go on, fuck me." I felt his cock stiffen and swell, so I offered some final encouragement. "Go on, do it properly. Cum inside me. Fill my cunt with your sperm." He gave one last desperate thrust, then his cock spasmed and I felt that lovely warm, wet feeling as a man releases his load inside you. He pulled me close and our mouths locked as more spurts of cum fired into me. I love being kissed deeply when a man comes inside me - I don't know why but it makes me feel very womanly, as though I'm being totally possessed and our two bodies are one. Finally he was done and the sensations subsided. I straightened up and looked across at Paul - the experience had been so intense that I'd almost forgotten he was in the room. I tried to read his expression; he didn't look angry or upset, but then he gave me the reassuring smile I wanted and I relaxed. I know he'd said that he wanted to have sex with me afterwards whilst I was still wet and with my lover's sperm dripping from my cunt, but I hadn't explained any ground rules to Mike, so I needed to usher him out of the room in my most diplomatic manner. I don't think Paul wanted him watching and I know I certainly didn't. "That was wonderful," I said. "You've got a lovely cock, but I'm sorry you'll have to go now." I raised myself off him and there was a slightly embarrassing liquid sound as his prick slid out of me. I moved to one side of the bed to give Mike some room. He sat up, then moved as if he was going to get off the bed, but paused and turned to me. "You're fantastic. You do realise that was my first time don't you." "Your first time?" I repeated dumbly. "Well I wasn't sure. I mean I know you said you'd cum too quickly before, but I didn't think you'd never managed to do it properly." "No," he said shaking his head. "I've been in that situation with three women, sorry girls, and each time I came before I got inside them. You're the first one who knew what to do." I reached out and squeezed his balls. "Well don't worry, you've got the right equipment and you know how to use it." My hand slid upwards and caressed his prick. Mike leaned over and kissed me, his hand slid along my thigh and cupped my pussy. Then he was pushing me onto my back and moving between my legs. "Mike, you've already had me. That's...no...oh...oh fuck." His cock speared into me and he was fucking me. Not gentle, romantic lovemaking, but rough, vigorous sex. I pushed hard against his shoulder as if I wanted him to stop, but at the same time my hips were thrusting to meet him. I don't know if I'm a typical woman, but although there are times when I like tender, thoughtful lovemaking, I generally prefer being taken very forcefully, and that was exactly what Mike was doing. I soon felt the waves of an orgasm sweeping through me and even as I shuddered and cried out I realised I could still teach Mike a trick or two. Confident that no one had ever done it to him before I slid my index finger into his backside. The response was immediate - it was as though I had pressed a button. He cried out and his prick exploded inside me, firing another load of sperm into my eager cunt. We lay there gasping, a light sheen of sweat covering our bodies. "You bastard," I said smiling up at Mike. "That was wonderful, but now you really will have to go!" "Alright," he said grinning back. "But you are a fantastic woman." He slid off the bed and I watched as he dressed. His cock glistened slightly from the mixture of our juices still sticking to it. I would have said that his balls hung down heavily, but they must have been a lot lighter now given that he had cum three times. He was soon dressed and gave me a final, light kiss on the lips. "Thanks," he said. "I won't forget you." He turned to Paul and thanked him as well, then headed for the door. There was a final quiet goodbye and then he was gone. Paul stood up and started to unbutton his shirt. "You were amazing. Where did you learn all that?" "I don't know," I replied. "It wasn't the scenario I was expecting, but perhaps that was a good thing. Sometimes a surprise is more exciting." "Well it was certainly exciting. I'm surprised I didn't cum in my pants. But I'm glad I didn't because I want to give you a good fucking and add my load to the store already in your cunt. Lie back and spread your legs." I was laid on my side, but now I moved to the middle of the bed, laid back and parted my legs. I expected Paul to mount me straight away, but instead he stared at me. "Do you like what you see?" I asked. "Yes. Your pussy hairs are all wet and matted, your cunt lips are gaping from the fucking you've just received and your lovers sperm is trickling out of you - so all in all you look very, very sexy." Finally he moved between my legs and his prick slid into my wetness. "That's so nice, you are so wet. Tell me what it's like to be an experienced woman. You looked like you really enjoyed it." "Yes I did. He had a lovely cock and it gave me a lot of pleasure. I liked it when he gave that last extra deep thrust and came inside me." "Did he feel different from me?" "Yes, it's difficult to explain in what way, but I knew it wasn't you fucking me. You remember how I'd always said no to taking a lover because I reckoned that one prick was probably much like another. Well I was wrong - they don't all feel the same." "Go on, tell me more," said Paul excitedly. "No, it's your turn. Did you enjoy it?" "Yes. You looked so sexy laid there gasping and groaning while his prick slid in and out of your cunt. Would you consider doing it again?" "Not regularly, no, but as an occasional, special treat then I think I would. Would you like that?" I asked, already knowing what the answer was. "God yes," said Paul, thrusting harder and soon I felt his prick jerk and jerk as he added his sperm to the load my young lover had left inside my married pussy.