"I knew your offer was too good to be true. What's the BIG catch?" Me." That was Sue Ellen, who up to that point had been silent."Oh, yeah, I didn't s...op to think."Sue Ellen's reposte was quick and sharp for a change. "That's because any thinking you were doing was with your little head and not your big head." Sue Ellen!" That was me."No, She's right, Jen. I was totally shoving her out of the picture by simply ignoring her presence." Well, she has been unusually quiet, even moody for the last. Lifting up, she allowed me to line my dick up with her hole, and then sunk down on it comfortably.After a couple gyrations, she settled her weight fully on me. “Uhhgggh,” she sighed. “Whoa... that's deep!” She humped against me a few times, holding me close, and then leaned back a bit, giving us both quite a view of our sex, her titties bouncing and her pubic hair meeting mine intermittently between glimpses of my shaft penetrating her. My eyes fixated on the explicit view as she spread her. And so in need of her fingers deep inside me.Wait, what am I doing? I am 100 metres below London, on a packed solid commuter train, having my nipples aroused, tweaked and my breasts massaged from the front. And behind me is a woman’s hand with fingers desperate to fill my ‘paradise’. Oh my God, her fingers are in me and my hungry wet pussy won’t let them go. I hear other moans, groans and other muffled sounds from around the carriage, also ragged breathing and people sweating profusely. My legs. I was in awe as I watched Nigel blowing into my wife's face, by the time his cock stopped spewing cum I saw the sight of my wife's face covered in spunk like never before, at least from another man. It was thick white like globs of paste and as Monica later put it later, "it was stuck on". The cum covered all around her mouth and substantial amounts on both her cheeks, as I and Nigel took a few snaps of my wife's splattered face. Monica also appeared to be in awe and surprised from what Nigel.