The hairs of her pussy, usually so soft and smooth, were dry and crinkly to my touch with juices that had dried. My knuckles felt dampness in her silk... knickers, and her slit, which usually requires attention before getting wet, was slick with love slime. I think I gasped, my heart beating like a hammer as I realised I was touching my lovely wife's pussy not long after it had been used by another man.Then she whispered 'I was a real slut for him'. It took my breath away and made my heart race,. When I craned to look behind me, he was a nicely dressed, pretty good looking white guy who didn’t seem like he’d have trouble getting dates. I figured he was probably even more embarrassed at our awkward situation than I was. So I ignored it – at first. As the train rumbles along, and my butt bounces against him, he starts sprouting this huge erection right in the crack of my ass. Using the motion of the train as an excuse, he keeps poking it in as deep he could. I thought, I am being dry. " Don't believe what mommy says, please! Sh--she's really not my--my--" She whimpered as her struggle to blurt failed."Lisa, look, you're having a tough time. I understand. Look--" hegrasped her tiny hand "--if you ever want to talk about anything just call me up, alright?"She nodded. "Don't leave me, Jack! Please!" It's alright, Lisa..." Jack finger wrote his phone on the flagstone walk. "Just copy that and call me if you feel down, but only after you first see mommy, alright?"Lisa sniffled. I breathed deeply. She drank it, for the first time, mine. She came up, and told me, in the darkness of night, that she would like to meet those guys ones again. I kept silent for few minutes, I never expected such a demand from her. But, on hearing, my soft penis tried to stand up again. I told her" let's plan". But in my mind I never wanted to meet them again. But, I decided to make some alternate arrangements for her.Next day morning, I woke up at around 7am. Nandu was not on bed, might have.