His erection was pointing down a trouser leg and he shifts it more comfortably upward. I watch him position it to 12 o'clock. It seems enormous. He si...ts, I begin.The bus is idling so there's some noise to cover mine. I can hear the squishes. There are two old ladies near the back of the bus and the driver who's in his own little compartment.I'm on a bus masturbating being watched by a stranger. Immediately an orgasm devours me exquisitely. I have my eyes and mouth closed. Rigid with contained. Finally, he shouted, “Hey, Ed. Who’s the whore?”After a collective gasp, the entire restaurant turned quiet as a cemetery. A very angry Ed turned to look over at Harry. Skin flushing at the less than nice characterization of her, Kelly glanced at Ed seeing his eyes narrowed with anger and muscles along his jaw tight with tension. All eyes turned to Ed, waiting to see his reaction.Harry wobbled, finding it difficult to stand. His skin was a pasty white and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.. No need to wear a panty, only makes for more laundry. As I walk into the living room I see my husband, Tom, sitting on the couch with a throbbing hard on in his hand making it obvious to me that he has been having the same thoughts as I. Finally...a knock at the door. We look at each other and smile with excitement as Tom slides his cock back into his trousers. I open the door and there you are standing with a cautious smile and the most sensuous lips I have ever seen. I raise my mouth to yours. My wife said, “Well?” And put her phone down and looked at me.“Now what?” I said.My wife closed her knees and sat up, looked at Robert then at me, “Sorry … I fucked up.” She stretched languidly - reaching her arms high and bringing them back behind her head, she arched her back hard, pushing her breasts forward and her butt back, eyes tight shut. She sighed and relaxed, looking at me again. Casually, without looking away from me, she reached right and took hold of Robert’s limp prick. “I don’t.