03L1122-A Chubby Wife Who Is Right Next To Her Husband On The Train

The Train Stalker: A Tale of Lust and Desperation

Sarah, a chubby housewife in her early forties, shifted uncomfortably in her seat on the commuter train. Her ample bosom heaved with each labored breath, straining against the buttons of her blouse. Beads of sweat trickled down her flushed face, matting strands of auburn hair to her forehead. She could feel the hungry gazes of the men around her, their eyes roving over her lush curves with barely disguised hunger.

Beside her, her husband, Richard, obliviously perused the financial section of the newspaper, blissfully unaware of the growing tension around them. Sarah’s heart fluttered with irritation and desperation. It had been months since they’d shared an intimate moment, her body aching for his touch. But Richard seemed content to bury himself in spreadsheets and reports, leaving her aching and unsatisfied.

As the train rattled along the tracks, Sarah felt a hand on her thigh, fingers kneading the soft flesh through her skirt. She stiffened, glancing around in alarm. No one met her gaze, but the hand continued its slow ascent, pushing her skirt up inch by excruciating inch. Sarah bit her lip to stifle a moan, squeezed her thighs together – but the stroking hand only migrated higher, stroking her inner thigh with increasing confidence.

Panicked, Sarah reached down and seized the hand, jerking it away from her leaking cunny. She glared up at her husband, expecting him to leap to her defense, but he seemed to have disappeared into his Crossword Puzzle. The shyest and most lustful gaze from the other passengers told Sarah immediately that Richard had secretly arranged to exchange seats with another man during his ‘restroom break’, since he’d missed the recent train station, and that man was possibly groping her. The other man’s hand mover to Sarah’s inner thigh, stroking firmly as her whole body trembled and quivered with anticipation and mounting lust. He softly kneaded the lush meat of her thighs, strong fingers digging into her marshmallow-soft flesh. Her clitoris throbbed with need, straining against her cotton panties.

Sarah bit back a whimper and squirmed in her seat, trying to ease the ache between her legs. If only she could free herself, touch herself, quench this burning desire before she burst into flames. The groping man’s fingers crept higher, pushing her panties aside to expose her dripping folds to the cool air. Sarah gasped as a finger thrust into her tight channel, curling to stroke her G-spot. Her hips bucked involuntarily, riding the intruding digit as another finger joined the first, pumping in and out of her clenching hole.

Sarah could no longer hold back her moans as the stranger finger-fucked her mercilessly. Her thighs trembled, juices gushing down her fingers as she ground herself against his hand. Sweat plastered her blouse to her heaving tits, the taut peaks of her nipples clear through the soaked fabric. Panting harshly, Sarah felt a hand snake around her throat from behind, clamping down with just enough pressure to make her dizzy. A hot, wet mouth fastened on her earlobe, sucking hard. Sharp teeth worried the sensitive bud, sending jolts of electricity down Sarah’s spine. “That’s it, you naughty girl,” a masculine voice whispered in her ear. “Fuck yourself on my fingers like a good little slut.”

Those filthy words, combined with the relentless pumping of her pussy, sent Sarah careening over the edge. She bit down hard on her fist to muffle her screams as her orgasm ripped through her, thighs shaking and toes curling in her stocking-clad feet. Her sheath clenched rhythmically around the fingers still buried in her spasming cunny, milking them for all they were worth.

As Sarah slumped bonelessly in her seat, trembling with the aftershocks of her climax, the gentleman withdrew his dripping fingers from her core. He brought them to his lips, lewdly sucking her juices from his digits as he held her gaze. “Delicious,” he purred. “I knew you’d be sweet.”

Sarah could only nod mutely, her mind still fuzzy with pleasure. Her husband suddenly reappeared, exchanging another loaded look with the ‘predator’ that had just finger fucked his wife. Richard grinned down at Sarah, eyes gleaming with lewd intent. He leaned in close and whispered, “I know he’s not the only one who wants a taste of my sweet wife. Doesn’t it feel amazing to be wanted?”

Sarah’s eyes widened as realization dawned. Richard had set her up, left her a defenseless offering to the base cravings of every man on this train. He had been giving her to them all, from the driver who had more than likely gotten to stick his dick in her before it was all over. But rather than anger, Sarah felt a thrill of dark anticipation shoot down her spine at the thought of Richard pimping her out to random men on trains for their viewing and caressing pleasure. The power of being seduced, making strangers out of your husband and wife, it was strange and thrilling in a way she hadn’t before considered. Before anything else could be said, the conductor calls out:

“This train is for my hungry wifes only!”

Sarah and Richard behold the train corrode into firearms of all shape and sizes. From small bats to massive cocks, back into the crowd of massive men waiting to fondle and fuck Sarah. She gets to her feet, blushing beet red as they avail of her soft, shapely body all at once.