Wife on the bus

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My wife is very beautiful. Her firm breasts are like two trembling milk jellies, her slender yet strong waist sways gracefully, her flat stomach has not an ounce of fat, and her hips are full and rounded. All the most attractive features of a woman are perfectly combined in my wife! This is all thanks to her long-term exercise, and of course, not just in bed! My wife has strong muscles and taut skin, and long legs that are unusual for East Asians, making her pubic area appear high, perfectly meeting the requirements of a fine art model. Her fair skin is almost flawless, and her long, black hair shines with a glossy sheen when wet. This striking contrast of black and white, this voluptuous female body, is my wife, my bedmate every day. Every time my wife goes out, she attracts a lot of attention, not only because of her beauty, but also because her low-cut halter dress reveals her fair and fleshy breasts. We got on the bus at our doorstep, but because it was in the middle of the line, it was crowded, and by the time we boarded, we had already had "intimate contact" with someone else. We had no choice but to stand by the door. At the next stop, several more people got on, and my wife and I had to squeeze in, climbing up the steps near the door. Two of the people who got on after us were standing at the bottom of the steps. At first, I didn't think anything was wrong, but then I noticed a boy of about seventeen or eighteen standing at the bottom of the steps staring intently. I followed his gaze and discovered he was looking at my wife's thighs! Because of the crowd, my wife's short skirt was lifted up again, almost exposing her buttocks. Moreover, the boy was standing very low, his head level with my wife's chest, so he could see even more clearly. My wife, with her back to the door, had no idea that a pair of lustful eyes were staring at her smooth, white thighs. I felt my penis slowly starting to swell. At the next stop, several people got off, and several more got on. I saw the boy also step onto the steps near the door, casually leaning against my wife from behind. I knew his intentions, but I didn't react; I even hoped something might happen. Sure enough, the boy stopped behind my wife. I was facing him sideways, able to see his face clearly, but not his hands hanging down. He casually pressed his body close to my wife's back, and soon I saw my wife become uneasy, her body shifting slightly. I knew the boy had begun his move. My wife seemed to want no one to know she was being harassed, only frowning, her face gradually turning red. I casually shifted my body back, and in that instant, I saw the boy's hands caressing my wife's buttocks. My wife's buttocks were very perky, and the flesh was very elastic; the boy must have been enjoying it immensely. After a while, I noticed my wife's face growing increasingly red, and her eyes becoming somewhat hazy. I glanced down again, using the same method as before, and the boy's right hand was inside my wife's skirt, rubbing against her inner thigh. My wife squeezed her legs tightly together, seemingly trying to stop the boy from touching her, yet also as if holding onto his hand. Looking at my wife's face, she already seemed somewhat intoxicated. I found it thrilling. I never imagined that seeing my wife being touched by a boy right in front of me would excite me. I had a vague feeling that I should do something, but this thrill rendered me incapable of doing anything; I just watched silently from the side. Gradually, my wife sensed something was wrong. It seemed the boy's hand had slipped inside her underwear. She let out a soft gasp and looked at me. As if possessed, I put my right index finger to my lips and shushed her. My wife's mouth dropped open. She had seen my left hand gripping the handrail, while my right hand wasn't underneath. She had thought I was touching her, but now she realized it wasn't, and I had even gestured for her to be quiet… My wife is smart; she immediately understood what was happening. Her face turned even redder, and she froze, staring blankly out the window. The boy, completely oblivious to our brief exchange, continued to enjoy himself. Perhaps realizing my wife wasn't resisting, he grew even bolder. I inadvertently saw him unzip his fly and quickly pull out his penis. In an instant, I noticed it was quite thick, veins bulging, very impressive. I wasn't worried, because in this environment, it was impossible for him to penetrate my wife. He leaned forward again, and I guessed his penis was between my wife's legs. At that moment, my wife's eyes were tightly closed, looking like she was enjoying it. I think he understood my feelings; we seemed to be truly in sync. Her face was flushed, and she was breathing softly. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand tightly from below, while the boy began to tremble, letting out a few muffled groans before collapsing. I knew he and my wife had reached orgasm at the same time. We arrived at our destination. My wife and I got out of the car. From behind, I saw white, sticky fluid flowing down between her legs. She quickly stopped and whispered to me, "Cover me up, don't let anyone see." I stood behind her and looked back into the car. I saw the boy looking at us. The car drove off again, carrying that young, surprised face away.

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