.' Before I could explain why I was slacking at being a dutiful wife, his lips were firmly planted on mine and he lifted me onto the kitchen table. Hi... arms outstretched like a cage around me as his tongue filled my mouth, firm and seductive. Kissing wildly, I pulled my knees up to my chest in order to give him a full view of what was on offer. He stood up and took a good look, his finger trailing from my lips onto my clit which was now swollen and sopping wet. I pulled at my nipples and tilted. ’ Instead of pounding me, his hand leaves my hip and slaps my already reddened ass in time to his fucking. It what I need, and with trembling legs and frantic hand I am catapulted over the edge into an orgasm that only intensifies as his deeply buried cock swells further and, with a mingled curse and groan, unspools his load of cum deep into my bowel. It is the best feeling in the world. It feels like it goes on for a lifetime. I never want it to end. We stay poised and locked, both gasping,. The bus started its journey and started picking the travelers from within the city.Then, he entered the bus, just before getting over the highway.I think god had not heard my prayers and I cursed myself for that. He was like 50+years old and might be still working. He was in the formal attire in a white shirt and black pant and a suit with a tie. He didn’t have a reservation I guess. He took the ticket within the bus, came and sat right beside me.While he was walking towards the seat, I paid. I wanted to giggle, frankly, but I wasn't taking any chances. The manager, Pete, came out of his office and handed over the money without a word, since that was what they were obviously after.Although the money was all they wanted, they nevertheless guided both me and Alice over to a couple of pillars which supported the roof and handcuffed us with our arms behind our backs. As for Pete, they sat him down on a chair and used rope on him. "That should keep you away from the phone, until we're.