MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY
PART – 142
Train Ride with Husband
My readers may recall the part 125 of MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY, "NAUGHTY GAMES ON A TRAIN" in which I have mentioned about my experience in a train, in which I was travelling with my friend Julia, to visit her grandparents. I and Julia enjoyed so much in that train journey that I wanted to experience similar kind of train journey with my husband.
Soon, we got a opportunity to travel by the morning train, when my husband and I were decided to go for an afternoon picnic.
My husband and I ran along the platform. The train was due to go any moment. My husband was in front and I was chasing behind by carrying a small picnic basket. He went to board the first carriage he reached and started to climb aboard. I was quickly behind him panting hard and laughing, and by bumping in to my soft, well shaped bum. He squealed as I fell forward into the carriage. There were other passengers on board; they looked up at the sudden noise made by us at the start of the journey.
The doors closed and the train rocked, moved its start of the journey. My husband scanned ahead and told me to start walking down the carriage to the next one. Two carriages later, a set of seats were available, that enabled us to sit together. The picnic basket occupied the window seat of the double seats facing us. On the other side of the aisle, an older man was sitting. He briefly looked up at both of us by raising his eyes just above the rim of his glasses to see who had distracted his attention from his paper. Once his inspection was finished his broadsheet paper was erected up in front of him again.
I was next to the window and he turned in my seat and grinned at me in my black eyes alight with mischief. He leaned close and softly whispered into my ear.
"Ooh a proper place." He said and looked towards the older man, who was busy reading the news paper.
He could smell my fragrance, I knew. The run had made me hot and my aroma and perfume could be clearly smelled. I knew that he loved the smell of my skin. It always tastes just as good to him when he slowly licks my naked body.
"He is going to try his best to completely ignore us." I said.
I sat up straight by surveying the rest of the carriage.
"That run has made me far too warm." I commented and I removed the denim jacket which I was wearing over my summer dress.
My husband took the jacket and placed it on his lap. He then lent forward and kissed my bare shoulder. There it was the smell and taste of my skin.
I turned again to my husband.
"Starting already?" I smiled mischievously. "Has something else already started?"
My hand went under my jacket, which was on my husband's lap and I expertly went to where I knew his cock would be lying. I could immediately notice that he was getting aroused and that he was not wearing any underwear under his combats.
"Naughty." I said.
He flushed slightly. His eyes left my eyes and he looked in the direction of the newspaper man. He was still hiding behind his paper.
"Don't you worry about him?" I said, but I deftly unzipped my husband's combats.
I slipped my cool hand in and curled my fingers around his warm and stiffening cock. He gasped and his face showed just how much he enjoyed my touch.
"Control yourself my dear. You can't let it show so openly on your face. You know the rules of secret sex." I whispered in my husband's ear.
I loved the soft, smooth feeling of my husband's cock. He always keeps his balls and shaft smoothly clean shaved like I keep my pussy always. His ball sac always felt so soft to me. I knew that my husband enjoys the sensation, that being smooth and clean shave on his cock and balls gives him. I held one of his balls gently between two of my fingers. I was, once again, feeling its shape and its weight. I knew that his ball, which I was holding, right now, was busy in making cum for me.
I lifted my hand out and without warning or asking, I undid the top button of his combats. Now he was prone sitting there and his cock was free. I then lifted my denim jacket from his lap and I looked down at the wonderful cock of my husband that was now twitching and was fully erected. Despite its state, I saw that his cock lay flat upwards and was reaching up to his belly button. I lifted it slightly and then I pulled back the foreskin, letting the big purple head of his dick get exposed to the air. I could smell his cock. My index finger stroked that bit, where the foreskin looked like it was tied to the glans. I then pushed my finger in a bit deeper, pushing apart that split in the glans. I noticed that it was moist but no pre cum yet. I then took a firm grip of his cock. As always, it felt so strong, so big and so hard in my hand and I slowly began to stroke it. I was watching the foreskin peel back, before it covered the cock head again on the upward stroke. The glanses were a little dry and I thought it would be better to get them lubricated. I put my fingers in to my mouth to wet them and I applied the moisture on his cock.
When on an impulse, I said:
"Keep a look out."
My head went down and I took most of my husband's dick length in to my mouth. My husband was really in disbelief. His face was no longer calm or nonchalant. Here he was sitting on a train with me and I was now sucking and licking his cock and just a few feet away was a man reading a newspaper. Should he move that paper, he would see me going down on my husband's dick. The audacity and risk aroused my husband further. I could feel his cock getting harder in my mouth and yes, at that time, my tongue tasted the first salty taste of his pre-cum.
I raised my head. My hand was still holding his cock and I leaned closer to kiss him.
I covered over my husband's cock with my denim jacket again. No sooner had I done this, than the train stewards came by wanting to see the tickets. It was not a problem, but the fact was that our ticket were in the inside pocket of my denim jacket, which was currently covering my husband's erection. I very carefully rooted about under my jacket and was trying to find the pocket. Of course, the first thing my hand touched was my husband's still aroused cock, which was still wet with my spit. But luck was there and my hand re-emerged from under the jacket with the tickets.
The steward clipped the tickets and he continued his way down the carriage. I blurt out laughing.
The train then began to slow as it approached the next station. To our delight, Mr. Newspaper got up and left the train.
He kissed me deeply. His tongue entered in my mouth. I responded in kind. He slipped his hand along my smooth thigh. He reached up to my knickers and I was sure that he must have immediately felt the warm welcome sensation of my very damp knickers. I moaned softly at his touch and he quickly pulled the knickers to one side to expose my clean shaven moist pussy lips. His fingers slid in easily as my pussy was so wet. He pulled his hand away and I watched as he examined his now wet finger tips before he put them in his mouth. I could see the pleasure in my husband's eyes as he tasted my pussy juices. He always used to tell me that my pussy produces nectar that should be licked and slowly savored.
I stood up. I looked around in the carriage again. There was no one near our end and only some obvious business type’s people were sitting either engrossed in their laptops or black berry down the other end. The seat obscured their view of my lower half and I raised my dress and I pulled down my knickers. I was balancing myself carefully as the carriage was rocking slightly. I stepped out of my knickers. I could see clearly how damp I had made my knickers. Standing there, I was still able to view the other passengers, but they were not able to see all of me.
I raised my dress high enough to reveal my pussy to my husband. He leaned forward and slipped his tongue between, so he could lick my clit. It was hard to concentrate on my balance as both of my hands were holding up my dress. I dropped it, so my dress was rested on my husband's head. I placed both my hands on his shoulders to keep myself balanced. As I did this, my husband moved his left hand over my right ass cheek. He squeezed it and was feeling its softness in his hand. I could no longer control the look on my face. I had to sit back down.
I sat now opposite him and opened my legs giving him full view of my hot and wet beautiful smooth pussy. It was glistening from being licked and being aroused. I could see my husband's cock, exposed and was standing so very proud. He moved forward and said to me:
"I want you to stand up again but this time turns around and bends over."
I smiled and replied, "Yes darling."
I stood up again, have turned around, opened my legs slightly and bent forward with my palms open on the seat opposite. I then felt my husband lifting my dress up. So my ass and pussy were exposed. I then felt his hands on both my ass cheeks and then he pulled them apart, exposing my anus. This was then quickly followed by his warm wet tongue tip, probing in to my anus and around. The sensation of his tongue licking and probing around there always made me weak and made me gasp. I could feel him pulling apart my ass cheeks further as he pushed his tongue deeper in to my hole. I lowered my head on to the seat. I raised my ass and opened myself up more for my husband. The feeling was exquisite as I could feel the movement of the train, which was swaying me slightly, while my husband continued to lick in and around my anus.
I could feel that his spit was now running down from my anus and on to my already wet pussy. He then started licking between my anus and pussy, by slowly moving down. My pussy began to tingle in preparation for his tongue. Then suddenly, I felt that his thumb begin to enter in to my ass. Slowly, he was using his spit to work his thumb its way in my ass. I focused and relaxed my muscles, so that his thumb easily slipped in my ass hole.
"God!" I thought. "My pussy is being licked and my ass fingered. All whilst on a moving train where anyone could notice this".
As I thought this, I could feel an orgasm welling up inside me. There was no way I could hold this one back, nor did I want to. My husband moved himself lower. Now he could lap my clit and pussy with his tongue whilst his thumb was sliding in and out of my ass. The pressure was building inside, a wave of pure passion. I could not help myself and I was moaning and gasping.
"Thank god this train is noisy." I thought.
I felt my husband pulling his head away. He stood and then I felt the head of his hard cock pushing against my pussy lips. My pussy welcomed his dick in and his full length was soon pushing hard inside my pussy. This broke the final barrier and the dam of passion burst through and flooded my body. It blossomed out from my pussy, sweeping away everything in its path. For a moment for me, there was only myself and this orgasm.
"Fuck! Oh fuck yes." I finally moaned out.
He pulled his cock out of my pussy. He could see it glistening with my pussy juices. I sat round and held his cock. I pulled his foreskin back and began licking his glans. I was teasing its tip with my tongue. I began giving long and definite slow strokes by holding his dick in my fist. I knew that it was not easy to make my husband cum early. I was sucking his hard and the same time I was masturbating his dick by moving my hand up and down on his long and thick shaft.
It took a really long time, before I could feel it hardening more and more as an orgasm was building up. My husband was going to cum soon and I was going to let him shoot all of it straight into my mouth.
My husband put his hands on my head, he then held my hair. I stopped stroking his dick and let him have a moment of control. He pushed my head down so his cock went deeper in my mouth. Then holding my head steady, he began to fuck my mouth. My spit flowed and covered his cock so that when he removed it from my mouth, tendrils of my spit connected my mouth to his cock.
I began stroking his cock again, but this time I increased the rhythm. His cock was ready for coming soon. I cupped his smooth balls again thinking of cum they have, were about to shoot in my mouth. Then just as I was giving a long downward stroke that pulled his cock's foreskin back as far as it would go, my husband let out a moan and the end of his cock spurted its thick milky goodness into my mouth.
My readers are aware that I love the flavor of my husband's cum. Its saltiness washed over my tongue. I had to be quick as his balls had been busy in shooting love juices and there were lots to take in my mouth. He was panting as I stroked and squeezed his cock to get out the last drops of cum. One more squeeze, and there the last little drop of cum appeared on the tip of his glans. I flicked my tongue across it and then gave his cock head one last lick with my tongue.
"All clean and not a drop wasted." I said by looking up at him with my eyes giving a satisfied grin.
I had got my cream.
My husband zipped himself back up and looked down the carriage. No one had even raised their heads by the look of it. Actually, we both were almost disappointed that such an event had gone unnoticed. He sat down and put his arm around mine. He held me so close. I put my head on his chest and let the post orgasm content and the rocking of the carriage soothe me.
The peace was suddenly broken by the refreshment trolley being pushed down the aisle by the lady steward.
"Do you need anything to eat or drink sir?" Voice came from a lady steward. She stood there looking down at us.
"No thank you, we are fine." I said.
"So I saw." Reply came from the lady steward.
Both I and my husband quickly looked up at the lady steward as she pushed the trolley on, chuckling to herself.
I and my husband quietly giggled together.
Julee
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