Chapter 1

Unknown to Sue, I planned to share her with whoever sat with us. So, while watching her dress for our trip, I'd insisted she wear a tiny front-clasp 1/4 cup bra with lacy top that fit loosely and barely hid her firm, tall nips above the cups. Instead of the correct 33A bra, she wore a 32B and specially adjusted the straps. It shaped and pushed her tiny tits together and created deep cleavage where there really was none. She chooses to wear an oversize cup, sometimes even a C demicup, so her tiny A-cup tits could more easily spill out 'accidentally'.

Over that lacy bra, she wore a thin, nearly shear, white, 4-button sleeveless shirt-vest that showed all her cleavage, half her tits, and dipped below her frilly bra - IF it were fully buttoned. No matter how public or conservative the setting, the huge arm holes allowed an easy view of the entire cup and usually inside it for another clear peek at her perfect nipples.

Her deceptively 'conservative' blue, pleated skirt went to 3 short inches over her knees when standing. Stretching, running, or slight breezes would easily expose her panties, if she chose to wear any. Even casual sitting raised her hem many inches, exposing her shapely and slightly bowed thighs. As her hem rose, the widening gap captured all eyes and made men slobber at the prospect of visually possessing her approaching pussy. I asked her to wear her tiny blue panties that were string tied. All the better to suit my devious plan.

As usual, my clothes were far more casual. The snug T shirt clung yet allowed her easy access under it. Sue's exhibitionism was rubbing off on me and I began taking public risks too. I usually went commando under my tailored, wide legged, blue shorts. Even when I stood still and was NOT aroused they let my package blatantly advertise its position. They were light weight enough to show any twitching or throbbing. I often used that to break the ice.

Yet when aroused, my cock crept toward the hem and its purple head would peek at innocent bystanders. Better yet, when I sat, there was no way to keep it in my shorts even if I wanted to. The hem would slide up my swollen cock so far it would soon escape and stand up stiff and straight with very little covered. That usually also exposed my balls to everyone.

I used my specious attempts to hide my dick to actually draw attention to MY 'accidental' exposure. Sue often 'helped' me by ostensibly covering or stuffing my swelling cock under my shorts ... with an 'OOPS, how embarrassing' expression.

Sue kept asking what I had in mind, but I wasn't telling until we were on board. I asked what fantasy partner she was in the mood for - man or woman, very young or very old? Her only answer was a broad smile. THAT told me that 'anything goes' and of course, THAT just made my dick harder.

The train wasn't crowded so we had our choice of seats. I chose a 3-wide seat in the middle of the car so we'd at least have forewarning for half the people walking the car. The other half walking from behind us would be our unexpected surprise - the extra thrill of being caught in public. The tent in my shorts surged. I took the window seat so Sue would have the center one. The train smoothly accelerated and soon began a gentle rocking motion that raised our already steaming libidos. Only four scattered people shared the car with us until the 1st stop, an hour away. Thoughts of what I might get them to do to my sweet Sue made my cock begin to peek, unaided, from under my shorts.

On the brightly lit, warm train, when Sue sat, her sexy thighs were more than half exposed to all who had eyes. I told her to look at, but not touch her ascending hemline. She smirked. She loved it when she HAD to follow orders. That meant she wasn't responsible for her actions. We reclined the seats half way, watching her hem rise as we did. Unless one stood directly in front of us, her panties were tantalizingly not quite in view.

I stroked her creamy thighs, told her to pet my throbbing cock then snaked my tongue into her hungry mouth. When my fingers walked under the last inches of her skirt, they lightly skimmed over a swelling lip. She lurched and grunted loudly. Alerted, the rest of the car became absolutely quiet. We had their attention. We didn't notice their moving closer since our eyes and ears were closed. Avoiding her clit to slow her arousal, I popped two buttons which opened her vest to her navel.

Eyes still closed, my tit-reading braille fingers slid down her steeply sloped cleavage and circled her confined, puckering cones. When my fingers brushed her loose, lacy nipple covers against then away from her hardening nubs, teasing them to attention, my eyes opened and saw three men and one woman had clustered around my moaning wife.

Two were looking between her twitching legs. Her perfect, peeping nipples fascinated the others. The three men were furtively rubbing their rods as the obviously horny woman discretely palmed her pussy and pulled her nipples thru her long, full, button-down yellow dress. Sue was faced away from them, but her widening smile around my dancing tongue told me she saw them in the window reflection.

She pretended not to notice them, bent her right leg up and angled her knee toward them. We both knew they had an unobstructed view of her panty and swollen camel toe. Sue squeezed and waved my hardened dick for them as an invitation to join us. My moan refused to be discrete. I folded her bra's lace upper under a nipple and pressed it inside the cup for our fans to easily watch me pull and pinch Sue's well lit, perfect nipple.

"Should we stop?" she asked, hoping we would NOT. Her excitement at being caught was obvious in her trembling voice.

"No, love. Let's not. Keep pretending neither of us knows they are all watching us. All this is just foreplay for what I had planned. Feel free to escalate if it thrills you." Ah, word of love! A not so muffled grunt was all the warning I got! The four strangers watching us were also participants and not likely to snitch. Emboldened, Sue slid her cold hand along my rigid rod and continued her 'massage.' My sudden moan echoed among the others.

I unsnapped her too tight tiny bra, allowing her left tit to leap fully into clear view for all. She sighed in relief from titty prison. Except for her nipple, her right tit stayed under the 1/4 cup. I left it there, but opened the third blouse button which let her shear, snuggly tailored vest open to her belt. My hand cupped her exposed tiny tit and tugged on the delicate nipple.

Two men were now obviously and energetically rubbing their peckers in their pants. The other had pulled his out so they all also watched him wank. With everyone's inhibitions rapidly vanishing, the female had one hand inside her bra, obviously stressing her nipple. Her other hand had opened a skirt button and snuck inside her bright yellow skirt. It was plainly rubbing her pussy, but left it hidden from us.