And there was a difference when she came home - she was always horny and wanted to make love. I started coming home to find messages on the answering ...achine telling me she was running a little late.Then I remembered her question about affairs and the penny dropped. She had asked that question to gauge my response to it. She was trying to get a feel for how I might react and I concluded that Becky was either thinking of having an affair or was already having one. I know that some would call. Two fingers got in and touched my clit and pussy lips. One thick finger started to inch It's way into my pussy. I gasped and tried to not make any noise. I'm struggling to not make any sound.I looked up and moved my breasts forward my nipples are now pressed hard on my top.I felt that my breasts are also yearning to be touched Oooohhh, i let a small sound.The pleasure of the finger inside my pussy is becoming unbearable. I'm having a very hard time keeping quiet.I'm breathing very heavily as. We had dinner, she had prepared mudde and uppsaru. While having dinner she was sad. Then after dinner, we started watching TV for some time.She lay her head on my shoulder while watching TV. I made my self comfortable for her to rest on my shoulder. We didn’t have any dirty thoughts till then. She broke the silence and told, I will sleep. I told ok about that. She told you can watch TV till you want and then come to sleep.I said it’s ok. I’ll sleep here. She said I am feeling sad so you come to. Yes, the tube, underground, subway. Whatever you want to call it, is my hunting ground. To most people rush hour is a chore to be avoided if at all possible. To me, it is an essential ingredient in my favourite sexual fetish. The close contact with a complete stranger, the interaction, no matter how fleeting of sexually aroused bodies, is my drug of choice.It doesn't have to be the underground, any crowded places, places where the general public are unaware of the sexual encounter being carried.