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By HanSolo
Laura purposely puts herself back in the same position, hoping for a repeat. Then she goes home and tells her husband.
Days after the encounter that had left her in a whirl of conflicting emotions, Laura found herself back at the bus stop, her heart pounding with a cocktail of anticipation and guilt. The memory of that night had haunted her, both in dreams and waking thoughts, stirring a deep, conflicting desire she couldn’t shake off. Her marriage, stable and predictable, felt like a cage when juxtaposed with the wild, forbidden thrill she’d experienced.
The bus arrived, packed to the brim, a perfect disguise for what she both feared and yearned for. She spotted him, the young black teenager with the knowing eyes, seated near where she had stood before. Her heart raced as she maneuvered through the crowd, her body language subtly guiding her to stand beside him. Today, she wore no underwear under her loose, flowing skirt, a deliberate choice fueled by her internal conflict.
As the bus swayed, she intentionally allowed her thigh to brush against his shoulder, feeling the electric charge of contact. His hand responded, moving up her thigh with a familiarity that sent shivers down her spine. But this time, her mind was a battlefield of morality and desire.
This is wrong, so very wrong, she thought, feeling his fingers inch higher. But why does it feel so right? Her body was already reacting, her breath hitching as his touch grew bolder. She glanced around, the passengers around her lost in their own worlds, oblivious to the secret dance unfolding.
His fingers found their mark, and she had to bite her lip to stifle a gasp. The sensation was overwhelming, his touch skilled and deliberate, circling her clit with just the right pressure. Laura tried to maintain her composure, her eyes flicking from one passenger to another, ensuring no one was watching. I can’t let anyone see this. I can’t let anyone know.
The tension was palpable, her body tensing as she fought to keep her reactions silent, her orgasm building like a storm. His fingers worked her expertly, moving in rhythm with the bus’s jolts, pushing her closer to the edge. Her thighs trembled, her hands gripping the pole for support as she felt the first wave of climax wash over her, her body clenching around his fingers in silent ecstasy.
She barely had time to recover when his touch resumed, more intense, his fingers delving deeper, his thumb now teasing her anus, adding a new layer of forbidden pleasure. Laura’s mind was a storm of shame and desire, her body betraying her with its readiness for another release. She leaned slightly into his touch, her resolve crumbling under the assault of sensation.
The second orgasm hit harder, a silent, shuddering peak that made her knees weak. Her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth clamped shut to prevent any sound escaping. No one must know. No one can see. Yet, the thrill of being potentially caught only heightened her arousal.
As her stop approached, his hand withdrew, leaving her with a mix of satisfaction, guilt, and a hunger for more. She stepped off the bus, her body still tingling from the aftershocks, her mind a chaotic blend of pleasure and self-loathing.
Back at home, she faced her husband, the contrast between her internal turmoil and his serene demeanor stark. She decided to test the waters, to see how he would react to her dark secret. “Something happened on the bus,” she began, her voice a mix of nervousness and curiosity. “I… I was molested.”
Her husband’s face shifted to immediate concern, his eyes wide with worry. “Are you okay? Did you report it?” His voice was genuinely caring, but there was an underlying curiosity that Laura didn’t miss.
“It was a teenager, just a young black boy,” she explained, her cheeks flushing with the memory, the words coming out in a rush. “His fingers, they were so long, I didn’t expect to get aroused, but they were so skilled, so confident. My body, it just… it reacted. I couldn’t help it, I orgasmed, twice.”
Her husband’s expression was a mix of shock, concern, and an unexpected interest. “You orgasmed?” he repeated, his voice a whisper, his eyes searching her face for any sign of discomfort or deceit.
“Yes, I know it sounds wrong, but it was like my body had a mind of its own. I felt so violated yet… there was this part of me that… that enjoyed it.” She watched him, seeing the conflict in his eyes, the way his breath seemed to quicken at her confession.
“Are you okay?” he asked again, this time with a different tone, one laced with a hint of arousal that he couldn’t quite hide.
“It wasn’t that bad, in the end,” Laura continued, her voice dropping to a whisper, testing her husband’s reactions further. “Maybe… maybe we could go to bed for a bit? Before tea?”
There was a moment of silence, a palpable tension in the air as her husband processed her words, his eyes now filled with a mixture of concern, curiosity, and something darker. Finally, he took her hand, his touch gentle yet firm, leading her towards their bedroom. “Let’s talk about this more,” he said, his voice husky with an emotion she hadn’t heard before from him.
As they entered the bedroom, the conversation continued, but now it was laced with a new, unspoken agreement. The boundaries of their marriage were being pushed, colored by Laura’s confession, her secret now slowly seeping into the fabric of their relationship, opening doors to desires neither had voiced before.
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