Our car was at the garage for repair and they didn’t have a spare ‘loaner’, so my wife, Brenda, (who is a beautiful, petite 20 year old) and I had to travel into town on the commuter train. We were grumbling about the train being quite full and having to stand. We didn’t know how well off we where, at the next station dozens more people got on and we where packed in like sardines.

In the crush, Brenda and I were separated, I could see the top of her head over the crowd. There were mostly business men on the train so it wasn’t surprising that Brenda was surrounded by men ... but the funny thing was that they were all facing Brenda, you would expect a group to be facing different directions. The train lurched and a gap appeared momentarily and I could see that Brenda’s mini skirt was around her waist and her panties were pulled down by her knees. One guy was fingering her cunt, another was fondling her bum. Her top was pulled up (she doesn’t need a bra) and 2 more were playing with her tits.

I was surprised at my reaction, I had a terrific hard-on, here was my sweet young wife being molested by a group of strangers ... and I was enjoying it. I reached down and started to rub my cock through my trousers. I didn’t get the chance to see any more of the show but as a guy was getting off, he whispered to me. “There’s a hot little bitch over there, go and get a feel before she gets off.”

The trip had taken about 30 minutes and as we approached our station, Brenda made her way over to me. She looked a little flushed as she said “It’s certainly packed in here.” I agreed that it was and we got off and went off to work. During the 10 minute walk to where we parted company, (we work in opposite buildings) she made no mention of what had happened, nothing about the men interfering with her. We met for lunch and again she said nothing about it, just made small talk and gossip from the office.

We met up at going home time and made our way to the station. “I wonder if the train will be as packed going home?” was the only comment that she made. The train was indeed just as packed. I allowed myself to be pushed away from Brenda by the crowd but I managed to swing around so that I was standing behind the men that were behind her. I recognised some of them from that morning, the same men who had groped my wife. There were some different men but I was sure that they would follow the lead of the others and join in with playing with this, more than willing, beautiful sextoy.

Sure enough, within minutes of leaving the station one of the guys was pulling up her skirt. I was surprised to see that she wasn’t wearing any panties, she had come prepared. She was having her cunt fingered again and her tits played with and sucked. I reached between the guys in front of me and sliding my hand across her bum and between her legs, I took a turn at fingering her cunt. It gave me a peculiar sensation to be clandestinely finger fucking my own wife as though she was a stranger. My arm was soon pulled out of the way as other guys wanted a turn at playing with her cunt.