Faithful Wife Rides the Free Use Train
The car door slams shut and Kristen smiled. Her parents, Carter, and Natalie are driving up to Seattle to see a musical that Mom and Natalie both wanted to see. It's a double date. Something wonderfully wholesome. Sadly, driving didn't really offer many
erotic
possibilities.
Sure, some backseat action with Carter and Natalie or Mom giving Dad a BJ as he drove, but those were so vanilla now for Kristen. She envisions something hotter. Something that can't happen. Instead of her parents driving to Seattle, what if they took a train? One of those trains that were in Japan or a subway out in New York. But Japan was her real inspiration.
They had special cars on the train that were for women only so that they didn't have to be worried about being molested on the train ride. Kristen grins at her idea. What if it is the opposite? A special train where women
went to be
molested.
Now, Kristen didn't want to turn her mother and best friend into whores. They were faithful women who only had lesbian sex when away from their men. But they were both fully supportive of their men having sex with sluts.
(Of course, for Kristen, this was all in the fictional universe she was writing about.)
So she sits down and begins to pen the next story. Reality was not about to get in the way of writing something hot. Not on Kristen's perverse watch.
* * *
"Son," Dad says as they board the train for Seattle, "you're probably wondering why we're taking the train. And it's not for any BS green reason or because it's faster. No, no, there's a special car on this train. The Free Use Car."
Carter grins, eager to visit.
* * *
Carter Miller
"Have fun," Natalie said before she kissed me on the lips. She was starting to show with her pregnancy, her belly growing nice and round. "Use those sluts."
"Mmm, fuck them so hard," Mom said to Dad, clearly just as excited for us to have fun as Natalie was. "We'll just be here. Maybe we'll finger each other's pussies. Natalie and I haven't gotten to know each other that way. Yet."
Natalie giggled. "So have fun, boys!"
"Yeah," I said, so eager. The Free Use Car. Any woman in there was fair game, so there was no way I was letting Natalie get in there. And Dad wasn't about to do that with Mom. He owned her cunt.
I was glad to be on another slut-fucking bonding trip with Dad. He was just such a great mentor. He knew all the wicked things you could do to whores and where all the special places were. He never failed to show me some new delights.
Gloryholes. Slut rooms. Now the Free-Use Car.
We headed down the train, passing through two more compartments before we reached the last one. A conductor was there in a blue uniform with the cap on. He grinned at us and nodded. There was a sign on the window leading into the car that read, "Warning: Free-Use Car. Women, do not enter unless you want to be used."
I grinned from ear to ear as Dad slid the door opened and we stepped inside.
All the women in here were standing. There were no seats. They were holding handles dangling from the poles running across the ceiling or gripping the support poles running from floor to ceiling. They all wore skirts.
All so ready to have them lifted. Other men were filtering in, eyeing the talent. I spotted a hot wife with her wedding ring on and a leather miniskirt hugging her ass. It was so short, the bottom cheeks of her ass were visible. Dad went for a Tatiana Academy alumni in her school uniform. She just looked so innocent here with her knee-high socks and tartan skirt, her hair in pigtails.
But that smile...
As I moved behind the hot wife, I noticed that there was a man with his wife and eighteen-year-old daughter. They all looked around nervously. They stood out even if both mother and daughter had on skirts. They were long and weren't... provocative.
Had they wandered into the wrong car?
I slid my hand boldly around the married woman. She had a tight top that cupped her large breasts. I squeezed her tit, feeling that she wasn't wearing a bra. She moaned in delight, the pair of us swaying as the train turned.
"Oh, sir, what are you doing?" she gasped in this breathy voice. "You can't do that!"
"Can't squeeze your tit?" I asked, loving this game. I dug my fingers into her breast.
"No, no," she moaned in throaty delight. "I'm married. My husband's waiting for me at the station. It's our anniversary."
"Is it," I asked, rubbing my hard cock into her rump. She wiggled her ass back into me, feeling my bulge. "And you were going to surprise him with something sexy."
"Yes," she whimpered. "Oh, no, don't pinch my nipple. Oh, I'm such a bad, bad girl when my nipple gets pinched, and I want to be a good wife."
"Good wife, huh?" I shoved my hand up beneath her blouse now and cupped her naked tit. I grinned at the woman who was on the train by mistake. She hugged her daughter closer to her, the husband holding them both. "Is that what you really want?"
"Yes," she moaned as I squeezed her nipple. "I'll scream."
I shoved my other hand down the front and between her thighs. I pressed up to the shaved folds of her pussy. I rubbed up and down her folds. She groaned as I did that, her juices soaking my digits. Her ass rubbed into my hardon.
"Then why are you so wet?" I asked, thrusting my fingers into her pussy.
"I... I..." She whimpered. "I'll scream. Oh, take your fingers out of my cunt! I'm married."
I wiggled my fingers about in her pussy. "Oh, you don't want my fingers in your cunt?"
"No. No, I don't. I'm a good wife."
"Right, right, you want something else in your cunt." I ripped my fingers out of her twat while squeezing her boob. I shoved my hand down in between us. I found my hard cock and unzipped my fly. She gasped as my dick rubbed into her rump. She wiggled back into me as I shoved my shaft between her legs. "You want my big dick ramming into your married cunt.
"No, no," she gasped as I rubbed my cock up and down her wet slit. Her cunt juices soaked my dick. "I don't want that at all."
"You sure?" I pushed into her slowly.
She gasped, her back arching. She rubbed into my chest as I sank deeper and deeper into her cunt. Her hot twat squeezed around me. She held me in that snug snatch. It was just so wonderful to feel her around me.
"You're so much bigger than my husband," she moaned. "I mean, take that dick out of my cunt! Right now. I'm married."