This housewife plays for real when she gets out on the town

After the kids left the kitchen and I started to clean up the dinner table, my husband told me a story that a guy in his office had told him that afternoon. He said he could barely believe it. His coworker said he was on the subway in the corner of the car when a woman in a short dress with nothing underneath started giving a guy a handjob, then let him actually fuck her right there in the crowded car!
I just said something like “Yeah, who could believe that?” But the story stuck with me, as you’ll see.

Being a 33-year-old housewife, I don’t get much chance to dress sexy like I did when I was young and single, but I do when I can. When I go to the mall I like to wear heels and a tight sweater with a short skirt. As I walk around, the men stare at my legs. I love the attention! It really turns me on when I feel a guy’s eyes roaming over my body. I’ll even give a lucky guy or two a flash by bending over to pick something up that I “accidentally” dropped or by sitting on a bench and cross­ing and uncrossing my legs as they walk by.

This has even led to me being approached by admir­ing men who strike up conversations in the hope of having a little tryst at a local motel or even in their car. I admit that this sort of thing has indeed happened a couple of times, resulting in me being fucked—once in a cheap motel and once in the back of an SUV.

One day I decided to go into the city and ride on the subway to have some fun. I wore a revealing sundress that was short and had a plunging neckline, with a drawstring that laced down the back. The yellow cotton was thin with a floral design and fit per­fectly around my chest and waist but was ex­tremely short, which I liked, since I wanted to show my legs off. As I walked, the hem of the dress would sway back and forth, and sometimes swing all the way up so the bottoms of my ass cheeks were visible.

I drove into the city, parked and entered the nearest subway station. It was around four in the afternoon, so rush hour was beginning. Wher­ever I walked, I soon found men following close behind. I got on an escalator and drew a small crowd.

On the platform, I boarded a car packed with commuters. Several men offered me their seats, but I wanted to ride standing up. The men sitting near me tried to see up my dress as much as they could. I had great fun catching them as they tried to look away, knowing I’d caught them.

Some guys crowded in around me and touched my legs and ass lightly. One daring guy even reached up and brushed my breast as he took a pen out of his breast pocket.

Eventually I boarded an­oth­er car along with a bunch of men. It was very crowded. I got within the group and rode standing, holding the hand rail above me while I held my purse with the other hand. At the first stop, I “accidentally” lost my balance and fell into the man facing me. I put my hand on his shoulder to brace myself, and he put out a hand to steady me. I apologized, but he smiled and said it was his pleasure.

At the next stop I did it again, this time pressing my whole body into his. He put an arm around me and held me close for a few seconds. I told him I must be clumsy, but he said it was more like it was his lucky day, and I felt him press his pelvis into me, his cock seemingly hardening. This was exactly the effect that I wanted to have on him! I pushed away slightly, and he released my waist. I dropped my purse, and he immediately knelt to pick it up for me!

As he came back up, I subtly lifted the front of my dress, and he froze briefly when he realized I wasn’t wearing panties! As he got up, he ran his free hand up my leg and grazed my wet pussy. I thanked him for get­ting my purse, and he said softly, “Thank you for the view.” He looked around, then nonchalantly dropped his hand and slid it under my sundress. The train was starting to slow. He put his other hand under the back of my dress and caressed my ass and penetrated my pussy with his other hand.

I started to get nervous and got off when the train stopped. Others must have seen this, because as I made my way to the door, at least two or three more sets of hands grabbed me under my sundress. Once I got off, my head was spinning so badly, I had to take a seat.

I decided to take one more trip and this time be as bold as I could. I got on a train near the rear of a car and positioned myself in front of a nice-looking, well-dressed man reading a newspaper. At first he didn’t seem to notice me, but I leaned slightly and pressed up against his paper. He looked up and smiled when he saw me. I apologized, and he went back to reading his paper. As he was ­lifting it back up, I made it catch the bottom of my dress, and up came the front! He didn’t see what he’d done, but the guy next to him did—his eyes were as big as saucers.

The guy with the paper realized something was up and moved the paper to the side. He was now staring directly into my trimmed bush. I let him have a good look before running my hand slowly down the front of my dress. He looked up, and I smiled. He folded his paper and put his hand on my smooth inner thigh. I held my stance while he ran his hand up my leg to my bush—with the man beside him staring intently.

I leaned toward him and felt a finger penetrate my wet pussy. After probing me for a few seconds, the man looked around quickly, then stood up. I leaned into him, and he moved my hand to his crotch. I squeezed it a few times. Knowing I had an audience thrilled me even more. Together we got his cock out. In the crush of people I stroked him slowly, but he wanted more.

He got directly in front of me, and although it was awkward, managed to get his cockhead in me, followed by the first two or three inches. He moved his hips slowly and gripped my ass to pull me tight to him and get another inch of cock in me. Several other male passengers noticed, and I felt two more hands squeezing my ass and another fondling a breast.

I was totally carried away, and so was the guy with his cock inside me. He twitched, then started spewing come. I got a little panicky when I realized he didn’t have a rubber on, but he pulled out and shot the rest over my vagina and inner thighs. He pulled away just as the train was slowing down.

I let my dress fall into place and made my way to the door, with hands again grabbing me under my dress. As I was standing in the crowd by the door waiting to get off, I felt the tip of a hard cock rub my bare ass under my dress, trying (unsuccessfully) to get in either my ass or pussy.
I got really nervous as the doors had now opened, so I reached back and stroked the cock against my ass like a fury. Luckily the guy came quick, shooting on my ass. A split second later my dress fell into place as I stepped off the train at the station where I had boarded. I hurried through the crowd to my car, knowing I had jism leaking from my pussy, making a mess of my dress.

I had barely enough time to get home ahead of my husband and kids and get cleaned up and start dinner. It was a close call, but when we sat down to eat, nobody seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary!—Name and address withheld