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I was very happy when we got married. My wife, Lisa, was a real good looker and the sex was good. She was not shy to experiment and we had a really good time. After about a year, we got into a routine. Our work, social life and sex all worked as per schedule. Life was still very good. After about three years we came across an ad for 'broadminded couple'. Though we discussed at length about swapping and about what we had heard in our friends circle, both of us were very clear that we did not want to be part of any such adventure. I did tell her that even though I cannot even think of another man touching her I wouldn't mind if it was a woman.
It was partly a joke and partly a fantasy. I never thought much about it afterwards. One night when we were cuddling after sex she told me that she had a rough time while commuting. Lisa prefers to take the public transport to driving. She says that driving back after a tough day in office is something that she finds difficult.
The crowd was more that day since she got off earlier than she usually does. In the crowd someone had felt her up. The very mention had me boiling and I started arguing that she should have taken the car. She replied that she is always able to get into the ladies' section and that she is safe there.
'Then why did you not got into the ladies section today?', I asked.
'I was in the ladies section', she replied.
'How did the man enter the ladies' section?'
'None of the men entered the ladies' section.'
'Then how did he manage to touch you?'
'It was not a man.'
'You mean one of the women touched you?'
She nodded her head. I was not angry anymore. It felt funny. I actually did not know how to react. There was a silence. Neither spoke. I could feel the blood slowly flowing back into my penis.
'What exactly did she do?'
'Since the rush was too much I was pushed against a woman who was sitting. She pushed back and I thought that she was angry with me. But there was no place to move. Her left shoulder was pressed into my pussy area. This happens many times, so I did not bother. Then she massaged her shoulder with her right hand. Every time she massaged her shoulder, the back of her palm was rubbing against my pussy. Even though the skirt, I could feel her knuckles. The first time she did it I ignored her. But she started rubbing her shoulder every other minute. Then she looked up at me and smiled.'
I had a full blown erection by now. This had not happened to me in a long time. After sex, I do not feel like it for at least a few hours. Lisa must have realised it too, but she did not say anything.
'What happened then?', I could hardly control my excitement.
'When she smiled at me, I also smiled back, more out of embarrassment than anything else. But she took it as a go ahead. She then put her hand inside my skirt and lightly rubbed my thighs. I did not know what to do. There was no place to move. And there was no way I could stop he without making a huge scene. There were few women who worked in the same building. It would be a good story for them to tell if I made a scene.'
When Lisa paused I took her in my arms and kissed her.
'My poor baby, it must have been very tough for you.' I did not see much trauma on her face. 'What happened then?'
She took my hand and put in on her thigh.
'She kept rubbing my thigh and slowly moved her hand up. Soon she reached my panties.' As she spoke she moved my hand against her pussy. I could feel the heat and wetness of her.
'She rubbed my pussy over the panty for some time and then tried to push a finger through. But the train was slowing down and I moved away and pushed my way to the door.'
I pushed Lisa against the bed and quickly mounted her. She was hot and wet and I went in smoothly till the hilt. She clung on to me as I pounded her. May be since we had just had sex, I did not cum fast. Before I came, Lisa had her orgasm, digging her nails into my back and trying to bite my face. By the time I came, both of us were exhausted.
'What was that?' she asked me referring possibly to the rough manner in which I went about without much of foreplay or even kissing. I did not reply. I was still not able to get the image of that woman stroking my wife's thigh out of my mind.
We did not discuss it the next day. But every night I waited for her to say that she met the woman again. After about a week, I asked her whether she had any problem while commuting.
'You mean, did I meet that woman again?'
'Yes, her or anybody else.'
'Not really. Today there was a woman who was standing very close to me. I am not sure if it was intentional or because of the crowd. She did not do anything but she was standing so close that I could feel her body from head to toe.'
The story was way below my expectation, but still I could feel the rush of blood into my penis. I moved close to her and soon we were lying in spoon fashion with my erect cock pushed into the crack of her ass.
'Was she so close?' I asked her.
'Yes, she was. And her breasts were pushing into my back.'
Within a minute we were naked and I again went back to spoon position. Keeping my penis at the entrance of her pussy, I asked her to tell me about all the times such things had happened. I fucked her as she told about small small incidents. Again she came first and then talked dirty to me till I came.
From then on, every night I would ask if something happened. The answer was always no. One night she asked me whether I actually enjoyed that some women were touching her. I said I did. Then she asked me a question I never expected from her.
'Would you mind if I went all the way with another woman?'
I thought long and hard about that. Finally I told her.
'As long as I know, it is ok. But if I find it difficult to take, you should stop. What do you say?'
'It is fine with me. I am not saying that I am going to look for a woman. I just wanted to know what you thought just in case something happened.'
Since the discussion had made me to give a commitment, I never brought up the issue again.
Several days later she told me that she had again met the woman and that she knew which train the woman took everyday. I wanted to see this woman. Lisa was reluctant at first but my pleading finally made her say yes.
I faked a headache and got off work early. I met Lisa at her office and we walked together to the metro station. We got on the train and moved through the train looking for the woman. Moving through the crowded train was very difficult and I could see many men intentionally push against my wife. I was beginning to get angry. Then she stopped and indicated to me that the woman was just ahead of her. She told me to wait and moved closer to a woman in a bright red dress.
Since she was looking away from us, I could not see her properly. She looked young and tall and appeared to have a decent figure. Lisa moved even closer to her probably touching her ass. The woman turned and looked at her. Then she recognised Lisa and smiled. She moved a little coming closer to Lisa and I moved forward to get a better look.
She was not as good looking as my wife, but she had great tits. The firmness and shape were visible through her dress. I had a throbbing erection seeing them standing so close together. Their breasts rubbed against each others with the movement of the train. The look on the woman's face was unmistakable. She wanted my wife. But nothing much happened. I saw that my wife was comfortable enough to talk to her.
On the way home, we discussed her. I liked the woman. I wouldn't mind having her in my bed. But I tried to look as less excited as possible. I wanted to know what Lisa was thinking.
Lisa was also non committal. I spend a lot of time thinking about the possibilities. Whether I had the courage to take it to the next level. More importantly, whether I wanted to take it to the next level.