Unlocking My Private Locker: Train Tease to Concert Anal Ecstasy
Here in this luxury hotel suite in London, I unlock my private locker. That mental vault where I stash the filthiest secrets. Tonight, the dam breaks. No more holding back. My husband Jacques knows. He eggs me on. But this one’s raw. The thrill hits hard.
Train from Paris. Crowded TGV. First class, alone. Jacques’ ticket in my bag. Guys ask for the seat. I lie. No. Then Martin. Thirtyish. Fanboy sweatshirt for our Irish band concert. Polite as fuck. ‘Mind if I sit, beautiful lady?’ I laugh. He sits. Chats like old pals. No ticket. Controller comes. I cover him with Jacques’ stub. He owes me big.
The Opening
I doze off. Wake up. Head on his thighs. Skirt hiked high. His jacket over my legs. Hiding my thighs. But not his hard-on. Right under my cheek. Pulsing. I press closer. Pretend sleep. Feel it throb. Heat builds between my legs. Gare du Nord. Kiss goodbye. He grabs my heavy suitcase. Jacques waits. Introductions. I spill it all in the car. His dick twitches too.
Hotel. Suite. Recreate the scene. Head on Jacques’ lap. Jacket over. I grind my cheek on his bulge. Hands wander. His fingers in my panties. I suck him deep. Imagine Martin’s cock. Cum hard. Swallow his load. Honor restored.
Morning. Horny again. Suck Jacques awake. Think of Martin. Admit it. ‘Call him,’ Jacques says. I do. He crashed in a bar. Invite for shower. He arrives. I show the suite. Door ajar. Watch him strip. Cock swings. Hardens under my gaze. Towel tease. I brush his bulge. Elevator grope. Lips crash.
The Intimacy
Back up. Door kicks shut. He lifts me. Skirt up. No panties off. Pins me to door. Fat cockhead probes my wet pussy. Fills me raw. ‘You bastard,’ I gasp. Pounds deep. Wide girth stretches perfect. Doggy on bed next. Ass up. Slams balls-deep. Fingers my clit. I beg. ‘Cum inside, fill my cunt.’ He unloads. Hot jets flood me.
Door opens. Jacques enters. Martin hides. No worry. I lounge. Head back on Martin’s lap. Suck him sloppy. Fingers his ass. Gags him with throat. Swallows thick, salty ropes.
Concert night. Meet Martin. Pit frenzy. Hands grope my ass. His under skirt. Fingers clit. Cock out. Presses cheeks. I guide to ass. Slips in. Public anal. Rhythm with drums. Jacques watches. I cum shaking. Free.
The Lock snaps shut. Sated. Light-headed. Secret shared. Adrenaline fades. Jacques’ eyes glow. Mine too. Vault sealed. Till next time.
