By Gustav Jorgenson

I don’t know what to tell you. My wife Carla has always been a little wild. Even now in her forties, she still likes it when guys pay attention to her and she always wears really skimpy outfits when we go out drinking. She’s got a fine shape still, so men are still interested to see what’s she got going on. This one Friday night, we went out drinking and took the train so we wouldn’t worry about driving drunk. She had on this tiny halter top with no bra of course, so her boobs kept bouncing around and nearly spilling out. She kept having to hitch up the straps of her top and she gave me a devilish smile each time, raising her eyebrows at the way all the guys around her were staring at her jiggling chest, hoping to catch a glimpse of exposed breast. Also she was wearing a micro-mini skirt with black thigh high stockings. The skirt barely covered her crotch while standing and when she sat down the guys were all waiting to get a peek at her panties whenever she crossed her legs. She loved it and made a show of re-crossing her legs a lot, nudging me in the ribs when a certain fellow would stare with his mouth open.

It sort of turned me on, actually. I liked how slutty she acted when we went out, and I felt proud that so many men were attracted to my wife, but that I was the one taking her home to fuck her at the end of the night. So when we went out drinking on nights like this, I let her flirt with other men a little bit. It didn’t bother me, far from it, it gave me a raging hardon. At one point toward the end of the evening, Carla bent down deliberately so a group of guys she was chatting with could see down the front of her shirt, but one of the young bucks got a bit too carried away and he reached down her shirt and grabbed one of her nipples. Carla shrieked and slapped his face, but otherwise thought it was pretty funny. Still, we recognized that everyone was probably a bit too drunk and it was time to head home.

I couldn’t wait to get my slutty little cougar wife home to give her a proper shagging, but first we had to drunkenly navigate the BART system. It was something of a blur how we got the tickets. But I remember a bunch of young hooligan types following Carla around on the platform, giving her catcalls. She just shook her ass as she strutted away and we laughed it off. I was getting so horny, I half considered bending her over in some dark corner of the platform and dogging her from behind right there. But it was too crowded, and even Carla wasn’t wild enough to try that. Or so I thought.

Our train arrived and it was somewhat crowded, but we were still able to find a seat in one of those sections where two seat benches faced each other. Carla and I sat together facing an older Mexican woman and a businessman in his late fifties, still wearing his suit from work. Carla elbowed me when the respectable fellow’s eyes widened at the sight of her sexy outfit.

“I can’t believe how rude men can be, ogling my body as though I were just a piece of meat,” my wife commented. She made her voice loud enough for the man to hear and he blushed slighted. Carla fidgeted in her seat in delight, crossing and recrossing her legs provocatively. Even the older Mexican lady noticed and started giggling. She wagged a finger at my wife playfully.

“Maybe you should just let them look,” I said good naturedly. I sort of felt bad for the older fellow. He didn’t seem to understand that Carla was just playing around.

“Oh, yeah?” asked my wife. “Some husband you are. What do you want me to do? Spread my legs for every Tom, Dick and Harry that comes along?” And she spread her legs quite dramatically, giving the businessman a nice view of her lacy black paties. A couple of black guys sitting across the aisle noticed and started poking one another and muttering.

“Ahem,” said the man. He pulled out his smartphone and was trying not to look at my wife’s offered crotch. But his eyes kept darting up from his phone and my wife just smiled knowingly at him when she caught him looking. Sweat started beading up on the poor fellow’s brow.

“Omigod, look,” gasped my wife, pointing brazenly at the bulge she noticed growing in the businessman’s crotch. “He’s popping a stiffy! The very nerve!” My wife broke out laughing.

The mortified businessman stood up hastily, his erection forming a noticeable bulge in his fine wool slacks. Even the Mexican lady craned forward to examine his boner with interest.

“Careful, don’t poke anyone with that thing,” chortled my wife, flicking the tip of the businessman’s trouser snake with her finger as he exited the seat.

He just grunted and tried to cover his crotch with his hand as he scurried away to find a less troubling place to sit.

Carla and the Mexican lady broke out laughing. The old lady didn’t seem to speak english well, but she made face a held her palms apart, clearly impressed by the size of the man’s erection.

“Ah, ok, touching another guy’s dong might be going a bit far,” I murmured to Carla. I liked it when she played around, but that dick flick move of hers made my stomach churn a little with jealousy.

“Why he practically stuck his boner right in my face,” gasped my wife in mock indignation. “What was I supposed to do?”

Before I could answer, one of the black guys from across the aisle jumped up and came over to take the seat recently evacuated by the embarrassed businessman. He was a much younger guy, maybe in his mid twenties and he was wearing a tank top and basketball shorts. He was sort of rough looking character, and when he grinned at my wife, he revealed a prominent gold tooth.

“Wazzup, pretty lady?” he asked her with his flashy grin.

“Um, nothing, I’m sure,” she said. She put her nose in the air snootily and quickly recrossed her legs, trying to assume an air of modesty. But I could tell she was flustered by this brash and virile younger man. “I’m just sitting here with my husband, minding my own business.”

“You business looking GOOD, baby,” he told her, brazenly eying her shapely legs and licking her lips.

“Um, that’s no concern of yours, young man,” she said primly. But her eyes widened in shock as the hooligan started gripping a growing bulge in his own shorts.

“El Toro!” laughed the Mexican woman, watching the young man handle his stiffening meat.

I shifted in my seat uncomfortably and considered trying to get Carla to move to a new train car. This guy seemed like trouble, and I could feel my armpits growing damp with apprehension.

For her part, Carla’s cheeks were growing flushed as she watched the young man’s erection grow in his shorts while he ogled her body. She fanned her face with her hand.

“That’s really rude to touch yourself in public like that, young man!” she scolded. But my wife’s eyes were bright with excitement as the lump in the black guy’s shorts grew bigger and longer.

“Bitch, you can’t go ‘round dressed like a ho’ and expect a niggah not to notice,” he laughed. “Spread yo’ legs again, lemme see.” The black guy’s pal was leaning forward in his seat across the aisle watching intently and he broke out laughing at his friend’s boldness.

“I certainly will NOT, young man, and it’s quite RUDE of you to suggest such a thing to a MARRIED woman,” gasped my wife. Her cheeks were bright red now with indignation, but she uncrossed her legs and spread them, showing her panties to the young thug, just as he had requested.

“Um, honey,” I stammered in shock. Things were getting a little out of hand here, and my pulse was pounding rapidly.

“Aren’t you going to say anything to HIM?” she demanded, rubbing her inner thighs excitedly as she continued to spread her legs for the black man.

“Wazzup, playa?” the ruffian asked me, rubbing his dong lewdly as he ogled my wife. “That yo’ baby mama?”

“Uh, we don’t actually have kids,” I admitted drunkenly.

“Wow you are really handling this situation,” laughed my wife, giving me a strange look.

“You’re the one egging him on,” I replied in frustration.

“I most certainly am NOT! I don’t know what you are talking about,” she insisted with a wicked gleam in her eye.

“Come ON, bitch, pull those drawers off, let a nigga get a glimpse,” urged the horny young man, working his crotch with feverish intensity while the Mexican lady and my wife both watched in fascination.

“A lady absolutely does not drop her knickers in public, you crass man,” scolded my wife. “It’s shocking that you would even suggest such a thing.” But she licked her lips as she stared directly as the huge lump in the thug’s shorts.

“Oh, yeah, how bout I show you mine and then you show me yours?” asked the black man. He unbuttoned the flap in the front of his shorts and his stiff black penis burst forth in all its filthy glory. The thick uncut black chuck of meat jutted aggressively skyward.

“Ay caramba! Se está haciendo tan grande!” exclaimed the woman, delighted at the sight of the man’s eager penis.

“You are… That is… My GOD,” stammered Carla. Her mouth was hanging open at the sight of the black exposed cock. She was so drunk that she forgot herself and started rubbing her clitoris through her panties.

“Carla, are you TOUCHING yourself?” I asked stupidly, utterly aghast at this turn of events. My stomach was roiling with anxiety. I took my wife’s arm and considered pulling her away to another seat.

“No, of course not, don’t be silly,” my wife lied. But she never took her eyes off the black man’s cock the whole time as she continued fingering herself and he started stroked his huge veiny shaft. The bulbous glans emerging and receding as he drew the foreskin back with each jerk of his dick.

“Hey, lady, hey lady,” said the guys’ pal reaching across the aisle to tap my wife’s stockinged knee. “He showed you his, you oughta show him yours. It’s only fair, it’s only fair.” The young man was jabbering excitedly and gesturing for my wife to pull her panties off.

“Fair has nothing to do with it,” said my wife as she reached up and started tugging her panties off. “It would be utterly improper for me to do anything of the sort.” But she went right ahead and slipped her underwear off, dropping them to her ankles and then kicking them away, under the seat where the black man was sitting across from her.

“Ai, puta!” laughed the Mexican lady, pointing at my wife’s exposed bush as she spread it wide for the black men to see. My horny wife resumed flicking her nub frantically and I gasped in shock.

“Now that’s what I”M talkin bout,” crowed the black man with his cock out and he dropped hastily to his knees before my wife wife, his straining cock pointed right at her spread open cunt.

“Holy shit!” yelled his pal, clapping his hands on his head.

“Now hold on, here!” I shouted, trying to push the man away from my wife.

“Nah, nah, back off, playa,” he grunted in annoyance, swatting my hands away.

“Just what do you think you are DOING, young man?” asked my wife, looking the black aggressor in the eye with a lusty expression as he knelt there with his yearning cock between her knees. I was mortified to see that she was spreading her labia apart eagerly for him and her vaginal lips were glistening wetly in anticipation.

“Just the tip,” he told her and thrust his hips forward, penetrating my wife suddenly and making her gasp with passion.

“Cabron!” gasped the Mexican woman, fanning herself as she watched the black man’s ass piston back and forth as he violated my wife on the train in front of a growing group of drunken onlookers.

“Dude, you can’t do that!” I objected, trying to physically intervene again, but the young man was much stronger and he straight-armed me back into my seat with ease as he continued to pump his cock in and out of my wife who was now whimpering with passion.

“How DARE you, you impudent, rude, naughty, naughty, boy,” she panted. She put one hand on his shoulder and had the other between his legs so that she could work her clit.

“Yeah, I like that, keep talking like that,” he grinned as his thrusts became more and more insistent.

I gazed in scandalized shame as the group of men and women of all ages gathered around watching my wife getting owned and I felt like curling up in a ball and disappearing.

“You are a bad, bad, terrible, uncouth, oh god,” moaned my wife, but her tirade was interrupted by her climax which made her cry out loudly and shudder in ecstasy.

“Oh man, she came, she came, bro!” crowed the black man’s friend and the crowd broke out laughing and there was even a smattering of applause.

The black man fucking my wife suddenly became aware of all the people watching him and he puffed his chest out in pride. “Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen,” he said self-importantly. “Allow me to present to you this great event, Ima bust my nut up in this ho’s face right now.” And he yanked his stiff cock out of my wife and jumped up so that it pointed right at her face. It was shiny and slick with her juices and she eagerly received his head into her mouth as he manically jerked his shaft. The crowd gasped at the sight of his huge dong and his face beamed with pride.

It didn’t take long before my wife made a choking sound and the black man pulled his huge meat from her mouth and started spraying hot spurts of jizz all over her face. The crowd gave a mixed reaction, the men made faces of disgust, but the women seemed fascinated as the interloper emptied an impressive volume of semen into my wife’s mouth, up her forehead, into her hair, across her cheeks and even down onto her neck and chest. My gut dropped in humiliation as everyone watched him debase her like that, but oddly, it made my dick hard to see it. I must be a pervert.

“Now that was TOTALLY uncalled for,” scolded my wife as he tucked his cock away and took a bow to a smattering of applause as the crowd broke up.

“Are you still talking?” he asked her nonchalantly over his shoulder as he and his buddy high-fived each other.

“Honey, do you have a kleenex?” asked my wife sweetly. “That impolite brute was extremely messy.”

I patted my pockets in confusion for a moment before the Mexican lady produced a handful of napkins with the McDonald’s logo on them and handed them to my wife.

“Gracias, gracias,” said my wife thankfully, wiping some of the stranger’s spooge from her eyes. But she was hopelessly covered in sperm and would need a change of clothes and a shower before she was presentable again. “Honey, can you find my panties? Our stop is coming up,” begged my wife.

“Oh god,” I groaned, dropping down onto all fours to fish my wife’s drawers from under the seat across from us. “This is so humiliating.”

“How do you think I felt,” she asked me.

“Well you obviously had at least one orgasm,” I retorted, climbing to my feet awkwardly, my poor old joints creaking from the effort. “And you didn’t hesitate to take his dick into your mouth.”

“He caught me off guard,” she complained. Carla swiped her panties from my hand and clumsily donned them just as the doors opened to our station.

We hurried off, people staring at my wife’s cum-covered face and chest in surprise. Some people recognized what it was and tittered behind their hands, but Carla just marched resolutely ahead, sashaying in her slutty outfit and ignoring their mockery.

We sat in the uber from the station to our home in stunned silence, neither of us knowing quite what to say about this incident. But once we got home, we didn’t even make it to the bedroom, but started having wild sex right there in the hallway. I didn’t even give her a chance to get cleaned up first, I was so horny for my slutty wife. So even though we never really worked things out verbally, we knew from how good the sex was that night that we would be doing this sort of thing again. And soon.

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