I’m going back to be with my husband.” “You don’t look like a married woman.”He sounded surprised. She could see the twinkle in his eyes. Th...y started some small talk. By that time the next station arrived. Two more passengers came in. They looked like some executives of a ltd. Firm. One was a middle aged 50+ guy, while the other was a 30+ fellow. They were dressed formally with a Tie & coat. They did not carry much luggage. The college lad, Ankur sat on my wife’s side and the two execs sat on. "I hope you won't feel betrayed because I never told you before now,"Sharon said at last. "But I wouldn't blame you if you did."Julie raised her eyes and met her gaze. They were glistening with tears.Sharon began to curse herself inwardly, until Julie reached across thetable and took her hand."You didn't owe me an explanation," she said, "and you don't owe anyoneelse one, either. It does explain one thing, though. That first year wewere friends, I thought you seemed to be changing, somehow, but. This pleasure, the way he knows exactly how to get the best reaction from my body feels like a dream anyway. A leisurely breakfast in bed, we each pick out our favourite section of the Saturday paper, commenting occasionally to each other on something of interest, but perfectly comfortable in the silence and the slight haze of post-coital bliss. "Let's go dancing tonight" I suggest. His eyes crinkle in that irresistible way of his, the corners of his mouth breaking into that slight smile that. Now it was my turn.. He got down on the floor and slowly slid down my panties, while kissing the inside of my thighs. My gleaming wet pussy shown wide open, first he moved in with his mouth licking my cunt, sucking my juices. Then he slid a finger down my slit into my tight virgin hole, first one then two fingers pumping in and out. Moan after moan I could feel myself slowly getting closer to an orgasm. I was so wet and ready for cock. He was getting ready to shove it in and asked "Are you.