So we’re lying in bed watching TV, when out of the blue, my wife Ellen says. “Honey. I’ve been a naughty girl…”

Our car had been smashed up in an accident, so we had been relying on my company car to get around whilst it was in the repair shop. With me being away on the road a fair bit, this mean’t Ellen had to to ride public transport to get around. Her story about being a naughty girl was from one of her trips home from work a few days earlier.

Ellen said she was waiting for the train in the subway station when she got the urge to go to the bathroom. I’d been away most of the week and she was feeling a bit frisky, so for the hell of it, she decided to remove her panties for the ride home. Entering the packed carriage, she said she received many admiring glances from both men and women, many of whom checked out her long, shapely legs down below her short, thigh length dress. If only they knew she was knicker-less below that dress…

Despite many chivalrous offers of a seat, Ellen elected to stand. The movement of the train made it difficult to maintain her balance as the cars bumped and rolled along the tracks. When the train braked to stop at the next station, Ellen lost her balance and fell against the man standing in front of her. She had to put her hand on one of his shoulders to steady herself and he put one of his hands on her waist to do likewise. Ellen said she apologised, but the man said it was definitely his pleasure.

At the next stop, the same thing happened again, except this time the man actually held Ellen close for a few seconds before letting her go. She said she laughed about being clumsy and he laughed too, commenting that it was his lucky day. This stirred something within her and she decided to play some more. Ellen let her purse fall to the floor and being a gentleman, the man bent down to pick it up for her. As he did, she said she parted her legs slightly and raised the hem of her dress a few inches. When he started to straighten up, she saw his eyes widen as he noticed she had no panties on. He stayed crouched for a moment, staring at her cunt, before finally standing back up. As he did so, he ran his free hand up the inside of her bare thigh, under the hem of her dress and onto her pussy. She thanked him for picking up her purse and he thanked her for the view. He still had his hand on her pussy and as the train started to slow down approaching the next station, he slid a finger into her slit. Ellen gasped with pleasure, but then started to panic someone would see what was happening. When the train stopped, she darted through the crowd to the doors and left the train. Ellen’s head was spinning and she could barely walk as she stumbled across the platform and slumped onto a bench. The train doors closed and she watched as it moved away, the man looking a little dejected as he disappeared into the distance.

My cock was harder than a diamond by this time and pleased with this reaction, Ellen wrapped her hand around it and started to slowly stroke me.

Continuing her story, she said after a few minutes she had calmed down and she hopped onto the next train to continue her journey. This time she found herself standing near the back of the carriage, facing a very handsome middle aged businessman who was seated, reading a newspaper. On a bumpy curve, Ellen was jolted towards him and crashed against his knees. He looked up and smiled at her, lowering his paper for a moment. As he raised it again, the edge caught the hem of her skirt and lifted it up. The man didn’t notice, but the guy sitting next to him did! He made a kind of coughing noise, nudged his elbow against the first man and nodded towards my wife. Wondering what was up, he moved his paper to the side a little and now they were both face to face with her little, bald, pussy.

The handsome one smiled up at her again and put his hand on her leg, running it up and down her thigh. Ellen jumped at his touch, but but didn’t stop it from happening. Next he slipped his hand up to her pussy and began to stroke her clit with his thumb. Soon he was running his fingers along her moistening slit and Ellen said it felt so good she was powerless to stop him and just hung onto the overhead straps.

At the next stop, the man stood up and guided Ellen over to the corner of the carriage. He stood with his back to the corner and positioned Ellen in front of him with her back to the crowd. He then took her hand and placed it on his crotch. The car was still packed and a wall of people surrounded them. Ellen stared into his eyes as she slowly released his cock from his pants. As she pulled it out, she felt another pair of hands begin to fondle her from behind. She didn’t bother looking around, she just assumed it was the second man from before. As he stroked her thighs and arse, she reached up to grab the overhead straps again. This caused the hem of her dress to ride up and expose her arse and pussy. She said this time, the thought of other people in the carriage seeing what was going on made her so horny and excited that she didn’t care anymore.

The man in front worked his hard cock between her partly open legs as he reached around her hips with one arm to pull her to him. He used the fingers of his other hand to open her pussy lips and rubbed the head of his cock along the length of her slit. Moments later, he got the tip inside her, but Ellen said she decided to stand on her tip toes to keep him from fully entering her.

I asked her why she did this and she replied that because she was no longer taking the pill, she didn’t think she wanted a strange man’s cum inside her. I gave her a quizzical look that said “really?” and a few moments later she admitted part of her did, part of her did a lot!

By now, the combination of his cock rubbing back and forth on her pussy and the hands on her arse were driving her close to the edge. Closing her eyes, Ellen gave in to one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had.

The guy behind her had been squeezing her arse cheeks quite forcefully. Soon though, she felt a finger tip probing at her anus, penetrating it to the first knuckle. Ellen’s knees grew weak and with a groan of surrender, she slumped forward and sank down fully onto the cock of the man in front of her. He pulled her closer and fucked her hard with five or six powerful strokes before groaning and shooting his load of cum inside her.

That did it for me. Once again, here i was, exploding all over my wife’s hand as she related a story of a stranger cumming inside her unprotected little box!!! It’s incredible how hot this makes me despite knowing all the risks involved…

Continuing the story, Ellen said that the man held her tight for a moment, before finally releasing his grip on her hips. When he did, the guy behind her quickly pulled her back onto his waiting cock. He slid easily into her cum filled cunt and within 20 to 30 seconds, he too was pumping his hot, sticky load into her.

A few moments later the train arrived at Ellen’s station. She pulled her dress back down, gathered her purse and quickly jumped off without looking back. Walking home with the cum of two strangers oozing out of her, she giggled wondering how i would react when she told me she’d been a naughty girl…