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 My Wife's Adventure on the Train

   About 16 years ago I was working in Edinburgh.  I had a flat in the city
centre and usually stayed there in the week and came home at weekends.  One
week my wife, who was in her early 30's at that point, decided she'd like
to come up to Edinburgh for the weekend for a change.  So we arranged that
she'd get the Friday mid-afternoon train from Birmingham and I'd meet her
when it arrived at Waverley station about 9:30 in the evening.

   I saw the train pull in, and as I walked down the platform to meet her I
saw she had a huge grin on her face.  I knew the look meant she had
something tell me, so I asked what she'd been up to.  I told her she looked
like a cat that had got all the cream.  She laughed and said that was very
close to the truth, and pulled me into an alcove at the back of the
platform.

   "Feel me!" she whispered.  As there weren't many people about, and we
were in shadow, I slipped my hand up her skirt.  The first thing I noticed
was that she wasn't wearing underwear.  The next was that she was soaking
wet!

   We started to walk to my flat, which was only 10 or 15 minutes away, and
she told me about her journey.  She'd settled into her seat and noticed an
attractive older man sitting across the aisle.  He smiled and they got to
chatting.  They got on so well that he moved over and sat beside her.

   They chatted for an hour or two, and she noticed he was touching her
more as they talked, a brief squeeze of her hand at first, then a pat on
her knee, until he left his hand on her thigh, stroking it with a finger.
She said she was really getting turned-on, so she leaned over and kissed
him on the mouth.  When she did that she placed her hand over his on her
thigh, moving it nearer her crotch.  They kissed for a while.  Then he
asked if she'd come with him somewhere more private, and she agreed.

   She followed him to the toilet and he sat her on the toilet cover and
undid his zip.  My wife reached in, pulled out his cock, and started to
lick and suck it.  Before long he got her to stand, turned her round and
lifted her skirt to her waist.  He removed her knickers, bent her over the
washbasin and slid into her from behind.

   Apparently he didn't last long, but had reached round to play with her
clit as he fucked her, so she said she got off nicely, if not as hard as
she would have liked.  They went back to their seats and continued
chatting, and he kept slipping his hand under her skirt to play with her.
He also tried to get her to flash any men who passed through the carriage.
Though she tried to stay decently covered, she thinks several men saw her
bum or pussy on the journey.

   When the train got to Carstairs, there was a delay as it joined up with
the coaches from the West Coast line.  My wife's new friend suggested they
go back to the toilet, and she again readily agreed.  Their talk and his
almost constant stimulation had her feeling very horny.  That time he sat
her on the washbasin with her legs round his waist, and fucked her hard. 
She said he lasted much better that second time around, and it got
uncomfortable, so she got him to sit on the toilet.  She straddled him,
lowering herself onto his cock and riding him.  He undid her shirt, and as
she rarely wore a bra in those days, he fondled her breasts and sucked and
chewed gently on her stiff nipples.

   She reported that he reached round with one hand and teased her anus,
slipping a finger in and out, then two.  She said it was lucky that the
train started moving just as she came, or half the passengers would have
heard her!

   Again they returned to their seats, and my wife dozed off.  When she
woke the train was slowing for Waverley, and he had gone, leaving his
business card on which he'd written, "Thank you for a wonderful journey,
and for the knickers!" She gave his card to me, and I still have it in my
collection of souvenirs.

   Needless to say as soon as we were in the flat I bent her over an
armchair and fucked her hard for at least...  a minute.  I made up for it
later though, once she'd showered and we'd had dinner.