I realised she was crying, tears trickled over her little nose and I knew that she had realised the same as me, her husband couldn’t care less. All ...e wanted was a quick fuck on a Saturday night with no regard for her wants and needs. It made me sad to think that she had had to wait for so long to experience the overwhelming crescendo of an all-consuming orgasm. But, at the same time, I was pleased that it had been me that had taken her there. Eventually, Helen calmed and we began to kiss. I put my tongue between her melons and licked out every bit of moisture I could find. I was on cloud nine. At the same time, she was rubbing her hands on my erect dick. After five minutes of doing this, I unhooked her blouse and stared toying with her boobs… she was moaning with joy and screaming “ah…beta…lick my nipples…!”… and so I did…I licked it as if I was tasting the most delicious ice cream in the world. Then, she said that I had done enough and was her turn. She unzipped my jeans and. She was holding onto the handle above with one hand and the seat handle next to her with the other hand.The bus was packed, the streets awful and bumpy and I was really looking forward to reaching home and getting out of this bus soon.As the bus made its way through the watery roads, I looked around me. Almost everyone looked tired and drenched with water. Then I looked at my wife. She too looked sleepy and her eyes seemed to be closing now and then. Poor her, what all she had to go through, I. But I was a Christian man.Christian men did not dress this way did they?I felt ashamed of myself. I shouldn't be enjoying this should I? Butit was so exciting.I know it was contradictory having just said that I shouldn't beenjoying this but it felt a shame that I had to put my hosiery encasedfeet into men's shoes and not a decent pair of 4 inch heels. I rolledup my trousers to my knees. Now it looked like I was wearingknickerbockers. I caressed my calves again and suddenly realised how.