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As soon as my fingers started rubbing on my clit he was there leaning over my desk. Now it was my turn to drive him wild. I lifted my skirt so he could see exactly what I was doing. I was glad I just trimmed my bush. It looked awesome. I rubbed myself in slow circular motions and my eyes never left his sight. Then I threw my head back and came, a little too loud perhaps, but I didn’t care. He stood there flabbergasted, the wanting dripping from his lustrous eyes. I then brought my hand to his lips and he sucked them. The phone rang, which startled us both. I picked it up and dismissed him with my eyes. It was my boss so I had to act professional. He walked away, hard on and all. That’ll teach him. Now I’m heading to the subway station. The brisk air feels nice against my sultry skin. When the train comes I thankfully get a seat. Within a stop or two the car becomes overcrowded and stuffy. The headphones I have on successfully block the cacophony of foreign tongue as I try to focus my attention to the badly written erotic novel I bought for five bucks at the local used book store. What a waste. I look up and through my dark sunglasses and notice the crowd dwindling down. The train comes to a stop and some more people get off. Just when the doors are about to close two people manage to squeeze through. It’s them. Again. As if hit by a wave, a rush of lust covers my body like a cloak of mystery. She sits down in the seat to my right. Her bleached blonde hair and thick prescription glasses make her appear unattractive at first sight. But if you look close enough you can see the beauty emanating from those eyes. Eyes like sharp emeralds that can cut right through to your soul if you let them. I felt another rush of heat flush my face and my cheeks burn. I feel the lips of my pussy begin to swell. I shift in my seat which only causes more attention to that very sensitive area. I blush, only this time the surge of heat isn’t on my face but between my legs. He holds onto an overhead rail. I can’t help but notice his perfectly shaped ass. I have to stop this sudden urge to grab it, pull down his pants and cover it with kisses. I close my eyes and imagine kneeling before him, digging my nails into his butt cheeks and taking him full in my mouth. I’m falling fast into this sexually charged fantasy and I try with all my might to gain some control back. I want to come. I want them both sandwiched between me. I wonder why these two strangers are affecting me this way. At the same time the total loss of control is exhilarating. Freeing. The train stops and a few more people get off. The seat to my left becomes available and he sits down. I should get up. I should let the two of them sit together but I don’t. I like being between them. It gives me such a thrill. Gosh, I want to do dirty things to them. I want to leave them both completely spent and in awe of me. I saw them once before. I remember thinking what an odd couple they made. He looked like the typical businessman, clean-cut, wearing a suit and tie. She had on jeans and a t-shirt. They both wore wedding bands, but I still wasn’t convinced they were married to each other. They spent the entire ride downtown in silence. Not a word spoken. He read the newspaper and she a book. The only thing that finally proved they were in fact together was when he got off the train and kissed her goodbye. It was a nice kiss. Not one of those half-fast kisses I’ve seen so many husbands give their wives. No. This one lingered and I could have sworn he looked at me and flirtatiously smiled. I think that was what got my attention. But once I left the train, as the saying goes, out of sight, out of mind. Until this morning that is. Again, the first thing I notice is her hair, although overly bleached; it looks remarkably soft and healthy. I have this sudden urge to gently run my hands through it and then pull it, covering her screams with my lips. The scent of her perfume, something floral perhaps, arouses me even more (if that’s possible.) I breathe in deep without a care. The scent fills my nostrils and I swear I got a contact high. I almost never wear any type of perfume. I prefer my natural scent to anything you could buy at a store, but whatever she had on, well let’s just say I wanted it all over me. I almost ask her the name of it. The words almost come out of my mouth. Almost. Today she wears a brown blazer with a very short skirt, revealing a nice portion of her milky white thighs. She isn’t wearing any pantyhose. She doesn’t need to. I think about what color underwear she might be wearing, even thought about ripping them off with my teeth. Now one might think it pretty strange that I should direct my attention so acutely to a couple of nobody’s, but when you travel the trains twice a day, like I do, you find yourself studying the faces of strangers. Falling in and out of fantasies, letting your naughty thoughts go to places you wouldn’t even tell your best friend about. Hey, it’s human nature. These two are really getting me all hot and bothered. I can’t seem to help myself. I want both of them. Together. I want to fuck one and suck the other. I want to come between then. I want to taste and devour them. I want to--. A jolt of the train causes the man to push into me. The contact almost makes me come. I look into his eyes and smile. The wanting is just pouring out of me. He smiles back. I’m practically creaming in my pants. So here they are – husband and wife, and here I was, sitting in between them. For over a half hour not a word is spoken. By this time, the smell of her is all over me. I just had to figure out how to get all over her. She takes off her thick prescription glasses and I get to see her eyes. They are piercingly green. Stunning and penetrating. Does she mean to stare at me that way? Does she even see me? I blush again. I feel feverish. What are these two doing to me? At the next stop the train empties out except for the three of us. Neither of them make any attempt to get up and sit with the other. I’m staring at her lips. The top lip not full enough for my taste but I have this sudden desire to kiss her. Before I could stop myself I move in closer and place my unsteady hand on her knee and run it up along her creamy white thigh. I lean forward and it’s like I’m under a spell of some kind. I kiss her and she responds. Her tongue enters in my mouth and brings life and passion to the kiss. The man pulls my hair away and starts kissing the back of my neck. His hands are on my shoulders. All the while I’m still locking lips with his wife. I’m so wet. I reach out to touch her breast. Through her blouse her nipple comes to life and I tease it with my fingers. From behind he takes his hand off my shoulders and brings both of them to my breasts. That’s when everything becomes a blur. He pinches and squeezes my nipples, which by now are burning. I do the exact same thing to his wife. I’m lost in a whirlwind of sensations. I can’t control myself and I don’t want to. I come into her mouth as she sucks on my tongue and my lips. She doesn’t let me go and holds me in this kiss for what seems like an eternity. When I’m done coming she releases me. In almost a whisper she says, “Come with us.” The train stops and she takes my hand, leads me out of the train and up the stairs into the darkness of the night. I have no idea where we are going and I don’t care. He puts an arm around me and we walk all together. He turns to me and says, “I’m Zane and this is my wife Zelda.” He then stops for a moment and kisses me. My knees feel like jelly and my already wet pussy is awakened once again. The kiss lingers and then it ends. Wanting more I pull on Zane’s overcoat forcing him back on my lips. I then turn to Zelda and kiss her. Then they kiss each other and accept me into their embrace. For a moment we all have our arms around each other and it is one of the most erotic experiences I’ve ever had. As we walk into the night Zane asks, “What’s your name?” “Mercy.” “What a unique and beautiful name,” Zelda says. Smiling Zane adds, “And I bet she lives up to that name, don’t you Mercy.” I just smile and keep on walking.
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