It had been another long hard week at work and the gentle rocking of the train had sent James into an almost inevitable slumber. His mind drifted to where it normally did having been away from home all week, and images of his naked wife filled his dreams. The subconscious self soon started having a very visible effect upon the physical form, as James' erection rose impressively in his lap.
The buxom middle aged woman sitting beside him pretended not to notice but betrayed herself by not turning the pages of her romantic novel, which up until now she had done with a level of gusto and regularity that had started to become irritating for the other passengers. It had been a long time since she had felt a penis as firm and proud as the one she was now within touching distance of.
She found herself thinking back to her younger days when she had done her courting, remembering the sensation of her numerous boyfriends slowly penetrating her nubile pussy with their thick firm cocks. A sensation her overweight husband of 20 years had long deprived her of. Just as she contemplated putting her hand under the jacket that was hiding her own crotch, and rubbing her achingly wet pussy, she was startled by a mobile phone.
James woke with a start, as confused to be woken so suddenly by his phone, as he was by his erection. He immediately noticed the MILF sat next to him who appeared to be doing her best not to look at him. He pulled his phone from his pocket taking the opportunity to hide his now softening member. It was a text from his wife, Tammy.
"Looking forward to you getting home tonight, the kids are at a sleepover so it's just you, me, and my stockings... Love Tammy xx"
The text message had an immediate effect, with his softening dick springing back to attention. James knew he was in for a good night, Tammy was clearly as horny as him after their week apart.
It was a short taxi ride home from the train station. James saw the curtains were drawn even though it was only just starting to get dark. He rummaged in his bag for his house keys and let himself in.
"Hi Honey, I'm home!"
"In the lounge darling..."
James took his shoes off, dumped his bag and went into the lounge. There perched on the end of the sofa was his gorgeous wife. James stood transfixed as he took in the sexy outfit his wife was wearing. Her feet were in a pair of black stilettos, her legs clad in black stockings, the tops of which he could see peeking out below the short grey skirt wrapping her narrow waist. A white blouse and red tie loosely wrapping her neck framed her pretty face. Her hair had been arranged in bunches and some rouge had crudely been applied to her cheeks. A pair of big hoop earrings finished the schoolgirl look.
"You like?" she teased.
"Very much" James replied, suddenly short of breath.
His wife would dress up as a rare treat, so when she did he didn't want to rush things. He was sure he could pull her knickers down (if she was even wearing any) and be finished with her in less than a minute if he didn't control himself.
James went over to where his wife was sat and kissed her on the head, she in turn reached out and grabbed his crotch, feeling assured by the hard bulge she found there.
He pulled Tammy up and embraced her for a proper kiss. As their tongues met he reached down and under her short skirt to find a pair of frilly knickers. Pulling them aside he felt her freshly shaved mound inserting two fingers which glided in with no resistance. Tammy let out a sigh, betraying her state of arousal.
James worked his fingers while kissing his wife on her neck, knowing this would driver he wild.
