My Wife's Bus Story

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My wife works at a bank—I won't say which one—and she was recently promoted to manager. I still remember the celebration we held for her. My wife is a cool beauty. Why do I say that? Because she usually prefers cool colors; she rarely wears bright red or purple. Due to the nature of her work, she often wears business suits. When she's off work, she prefers white, gray, black, brown, or beige casual wear. But my wife has a great sense of style; her clothes always fit perfectly. They're a bit understated, but they all look very elegant on her. She wears light makeup, with dark eyeshadow, and her shoulder-length hair is almost always up in a bun.

I really admire how well she styles her hair. Every morning, my wife quickly and neatly styles her long hair, but there's always a wisp of bangs framing her face. With her hair up, she looks particularly capable. Now she's a junior manager, overseeing more than ten people. She speaks clearly and acts flawlessly, earning the appreciation of her superiors.

My wife has an oval face, large, long eyes with the corners set back a bit, somewhat resembling Vivian Hsu. She has very long eyelashes, and her own eyelashes often squint her eyes when it's windy. She has a high, straight nose. I think her lips are the sexiest part of her face; they're thin, and when she wears light lipstick, they always remind me of the female lead in the lipstick commercial that's been playing in my elevator lately. I think she's just as good-looking as her, haha. She has a very alluring face.

My wife is 1.67 meters tall, about 1.7 meters with heels. Her breasts are about the size of a normal man's hand, and they don't sag at all. Her waist is 2 feet 2 inches. The sexiest part of her body is her buttocks—white, full, and beautifully shaped, with a wonderful feel. Especially when she wears a bank suit, her curves are truly S-shaped. The thin skirt hugs her full buttocks tightly, and her buttocks jiggle as she walks, unlike some women whose buttocks are large but hard. Even when she wears jeans or a casual sweater suit, her buttocks are always taut, and I often can't resist secretly touching them.

At the end of last year, we bought a car with our savings—I don't even know what kind of car it is—but yesterday's events were all about this car that sparked our lewd behavior.

Here in July, around 1:30 PM, I drove to my wife's workplace to pick her up after get off work. After parking, I opened the sunroof, lit a cigarette, and waited for her to come out. Then, I looked through the large glass doors of the bank and saw my wife lecturing a few people. She looked very serious, and her hand kept pointing at certain employees, saying something. I remembered my wife mentioning that the number of credit card signings had recently declined, but I didn't know why. Anyway, it wasn't my business. I continued smoking, remembering online posts about marrying someone who works at a bank—saying things like, "Marrying someone who works at a bank..." "My wife won't argue with me. Working in a bank is a tough environment; even a hedgehog will have its quills worn down after a while, so she'll be a gentle wife." "A wife who works in a bank is also more shrewd with money, knowing what's appropriate and inappropriate to spend. She's definitely not just a pretty face." Puffing on my cigarette, I thought about it and realized it was true. Although my wife seemed like a cold beauty, she was incredibly obedient to me, often acting coquettishly and sweetly. In bed, she was always there for me. We'd been married for a long time, but we were becoming more and more focused on romance.

I like to have her wear fishnet stockings and thrust my big ass up from behind, and I'm used to sticking my thumb into her anus. At first, she didn't agree and tried to avoid it, but now she does. Especially after she got promoted, I feel even more conquered when I'm behind this ice beauty. Occasionally, I'll have her wear her bank uniform and thrust into me, mostly from behind. I usually choose to thrust from behind when I'm about to ejaculate because I love my wife's big ass so much. My wife's sex drive has been very high lately. I don't know if it's because of work pressure or because she's 30 and still like a wolf. She often pounces on me and kisses me after showering at night, which makes me feel a bit powerless.

There's a bus platform across from the parking lot at my wife's workplace. There are many bus routes here, so it's really crowded between 5:30 and 6:00 pm. I often see all kinds of men and women start moving when a bus is coming from afar, scrambling to get on the bus or to get on first, creating quite a scene. This street has many shopping malls, banks, and office buildings, so the flow of people is very high.

Because of this, there are a lot of professional women here, and standing here for a while is really pleasing to the eye. I thought to myself that I could finally say goodbye to the crowded bus.

But I didn't expect that yesterday's story would still happen on the bus, and the female protagonist was my wife, while I was not exactly the male protagonist. At this moment, the bank door opened, and my wife walked out quickly. Women wearing high heels just can't walk normally, and the faster they walk, the more they sway.

My wife was wearing a white shirt, the hem of which had a row of fringes at the waist, a row of buttons in the front, and a round lapel collar that was very delicate and feminine. However, the shirt was not very tight, probably because it was hot. She was wearing a black short skirt that reached a little above the knee. I don't know if it's called a pencil skirt. The skirt had zippers on both sides, and it fit my wife well. Sometimes my wife wears stockings, but she probably didn't these days because it was too hot. Her exposed calves were straight and white, and she was wearing a pair of black high heels. I especially love listening to the sound of her high heels when she walks, I don't know why. She was carrying a white leather handbag on her left hand.

Just then, I saw a man around 40 years old waiting for the bus behind me. He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth and his eyes were fixed on my wife's backside. Even though I was in the car, I knew the view from behind was great. Her full buttocks, encased in a short skirt, were jiggling with the rapid clatter of her high heels, and there was a clear cleft between her buttocks—very alluring. I had chosen this outfit for her; it was thin and breathable, and she usually wore it home from work lately. Oh well, let him look. If it were me, I'd be staring too.

I closed the sunroof, turned on the air conditioning, and opened the car door. My wife quickly got in. Suddenly, I placed my hand on the passenger seat, and she firmly sat on it. I then closed the door behind me. Oh, it feels so soft! I squeezed it hard. "Ah!" my wife giggled. "You're so naughty!" I said, "I think about it all day if I don't touch it. What underwear are you wearing today, my dear wife?" My wife came over, hugged me, and kissed me. "Didn't you feel it?" I pulled my hand away and hooked my middle finger upwards. Through the baby's skirt and underwear, I could feel my wife's vulva. "I guess she's not wearing anything!" I laughed out loud. I was so glad that we, an old married couple, could still joke like this.

My wife said, "The black transparent one you bought me, it's so breathable. Let's hurry up, there's going to be a traffic jam on XX Street soon. They've widened both sides of the road and pulled out all the big trees. If we don't leave now, the traffic will be terrible." I thought so too. There's been road construction here recently. It's a straight road from my wife's workplace to home, supposedly a 20-minute drive, but there are traffic lights all the way, so it's a stop-and-go journey. And with the road construction, the traffic is terrible.

"Damn it!" I cursed. The car wouldn't start. I checked the air conditioning wasn't on either. I was exasperated. My wife and I fiddled with it for 15 minutes without figuring it out. We just bought the car; we had no idea how to fix it. My wife was sweating profusely, fanning herself with a small fan.

"Let's go, take the bus. We can leave the car in our company parking lot. I'll let the night watchman know later." I thought about it and realized I had no other options. It was always impossible to get a taxi here at this time; even a short trip was difficult. I had tomorrow off, and I'd arranged for Lao Liu to take a look.

My wife and I got off the bus. She takes two showers a day, one at noon and one on her way home. I guessed she was in a hurry to get home and shower, so she walked ahead. I looked up at the bus stop—good heavens! There was a whole company of people waiting for the bus. I thought, "Here comes another ordeal."

I lit a cigarette and walked behind. I usually don't smoke in front of my wife. Her back view was so sexy. She stood out in the station, dressed in a business suit, and was quite tall. Her hair was styled in a fashionable updo, with a light brown tinge at the nape of her neck—the color of her previous hair treatments. My gaze then fell on her buttocks.

At that moment, one leg was straining, the other half bent. From behind, her full buttocks naturally revealed a crease between them. Her short skirt clung tightly to her buttocks, as if unwilling to stray even half a centimeter. I thought to myself that I often saw my wife with her bare buttocks sticking out at home, but rarely had the chance to appreciate them properly in public.

Then I noticed a man around 40 years old behind my wife. Wasn't that the same guy from before? Heh. I watched him casually walk up to my wife and stop about a meter behind her, his eyes fixed on her buttocks. Suddenly, my wife bent down and took a tissue to wipe the stains on her high heels.

Her full buttocks were sticking out, facing the man. Her thin short skirt revealed the outline of her beautiful buttocks, and because of the position, the skirt was stretched taut, revealing the outline of her underwear. I think I could see my wife's anus through the thin skirt. Heh. I saw the man lick his lips and swallow. You're lucky.

Just then, the bus arrived. I quickly threw away my cigarette and hurried to get on. If I was late, I might miss it, and I didn't know when the next one would come. I cursed the damn bus. My wife glanced back and saw me coming, so she quickly stepped forward to get a good spot.

There were too many people. The crowd surged forward, and all I could see was my wife's hair piled up. I noticed the man was squeezed behind her, so I pushed forward too. After five minutes, I finally managed to squeeze on, and the doors closed.

I struggled to get behind my wife; there were people all around. In front of her were two middle-aged women, and through them I could see out the window that many more people hadn't boarded yet.

My wife was gripping the handrail with her right hand and carrying her bag in both hands, unable to move. To my left was an older woman, around 40 years old. Ugh, it was so crowded! At that moment, I cursed the bus company a million times, but it still didn't feel good.

The bus finally started moving. I sighed; it would probably take 40 minutes to get home. How boring! Thinking this, I put my hand on my wife's buttocks. My position was slightly to the left behind her, allowing my right hand to freely touch her large buttocks. The thin skirt didn't affect the sensation at all. My wife turned around alertly, saw me, gave me a strange laugh, ignored me, and looked back out the window.

My right hand slowly moved down my wife's waist, feeling her full buttocks and deep cleft. As I passed the peak of her buttocks, I gave it a firm squeeze. My wife turned around, frowning as if she wanted to say something, but I ignored her and continued to enjoy the warmth of her buttocks.

Suddenly, my hand touched another hand. I looked up sharply and saw the man from before smiling and nodding at me. I figured he must think I was groping her and had mistaken me for someone else. After a two-second internal struggle, I smiled back at him. I'd occasionally read erotic novels that exposed wives, and two seconds later, I was mostly excited. I saw his left hand slowly slide down, his middle finger pressing down, moving down along my wife's buttocks until his entire palm was on her buttocks. At that moment,

I suddenly pulled my hand away, my heart pounding. I didn't say a word, but felt a strange excitement. Afraid my wife would notice both hands, he smiled at me again. I smiled wryly back at him. He was around 40 years old, very strong, with a buzz cut, and his head was about 1.77 meters tall, just like mine.

I looked down and saw his middle finger was pressed deep, definitely embedded in my wife's butt crack. My heart was pounding; I was afraid my wife would find out, but I was also incredibly excited. My wife, thinking it was me, was still looking out the window. My hands were itching. Although I touch this big butt every day, the feeling at this moment was truly different. It's hard to describe my feelings. I figured my wife wouldn't notice if I had both hands on her, so I placed my right hand on her butt as well. At this moment, without my wife's knowledge, I and a strange man were each touching half of my wife's plump buttocks.

Seeing that my wife didn't react, the stranger became even more audacious, grabbing her buttocks hard. My wife turned around, frowned at me, and pouted her sexy little mouth as if to say, "Be gentle." I smiled and nodded at her. My wife turned back to look out the window. At this moment, I carefully looked at my wife's profile. In the twilight, my wife's profile was so beautiful, and the earring hanging from her earlobe swayed with the movement of the car.

My hands kept wandering, occasionally brushing against the stranger's hand. Then, the stranger's hand moved to my wife's waist, slipping inside her shirt. My wife's smooth back is what I love to caress most during our intimate moments, but now it's being touched by a strange man.

Just then, I noticed this man had moved closer to me and spotted the zipper of her skirt. My heart skipped a beat, and I wondered what he was doing, but I didn't stop him. He grabbed the zipper and pulled it down. My wife naturally felt it and slapped his hand away, thinking he was hitting my hand. She glanced back at me, and I instinctively raised my left hand and quickly made a gesture of "don't come out." My wife frowned slightly, and I could tell from her lips she was saying "I hate you." I quickly snapped back to reality and looked down. The zipper was already halfway down, and he had pulled down the other side as well.

My heart was pounding. He was pulling down my wife's skirt, slowly, slowly revealing the edge of her panties. Because the panties were low-waisted, I could vaguely see the cleft of her buttocks. This scene left me bewildered. The skirt was now pushed up to her buttocks and stuck there. I thought that if my wife didn't have such big buttocks, the skirt would have slipped down completely. Most of her buttocks were exposed. Although it was dusk, I could still see the cleft of my wife's buttocks through her transparent underwear. The car was stuck at the station, and construction ahead meant we wouldn't be able to move.

I watched the stranger's movements with a mixture of tension and excitement. His hands slipped under her short skirt, deeper and deeper. His entire hand was inside the skirt. As his hand continued to move downwards, my wife suddenly trembled. I saw the stranger's hand stop at my wife's crotch. Damn! He must have touched my wife's vulva. I could only see his hand moving back and forth inside the skirt. My wife's left leg shifted slightly to the left, and I heard the crisp sound of high heels.

Seeing my wife's cooperation, the stranger had completely relaxed. He smiled at me, raised his eyebrows at my wife's buttocks, and gave me a thumbs up. I was both amused and exasperated. I glanced at my wife from the side and saw that she was frowning slightly, looking out the window.

When my wife and I are intimate in bed, I often hold her from behind and stroke her full buttocks through her underwear, sometimes even touching her vulva through it. Her underwear must be wet by now. The stranger could definitely feel the outline of her vulva. I felt my penis harden.

The stranger became increasingly brazen, pulling his hand out and slowly slipping his middle finger along the edge of her sheer black underwear, down her buttocks. I didn't know what to do anymore. I could only feel my pounding heart and my erect penis.

The stranger's hand slowly slid down, and her skirt was already pulled up to her thighs. I quickly grabbed the hem of the skirt to prevent it from slipping down, but I didn't pull it up. I knew I was just assisting him, making things easier for him.

Through the dim light, I could see my wife's entire buttocks exposed. The stranger's hand, through her sheer black underwear, caressed and fondled her white buttocks, occasionally grabbing and kneading the flesh. At that moment, I swallowed hard. Suddenly, the stranger's middle finger pressed down along my wife's buttocks, and I felt her body tremble again. His hand was now completely under her buttocks; all I could see was a white, full bottom and a deep crease between her buttocks. His wrist moved up and down, and my wife arched her chest and buttocks back as if to accommodate his thrusts.

My wife's vagina was still pink and very wet; this kind of stimulation would probably cause it to overflow. I saw my wife's body sway slightly from side to side and occasionally shift her plump buttocks back and forth. I looked at my wife from the side again; she was frowning, biting her lower lip, and still looking out the window.

Then he withdrew his left hand and slowly slid it across my wife's buttocks, rubbing the back of his hand against her buttocks, as if wiping away the vaginal fluid from his fingers. Sure enough, there were several wet streaks on my wife's buttocks. Suddenly, he grabbed my wife's buttocks with both hands and spread them apart. At this moment, I saw my wife's anus unwillingly exposed to him. My wife then arched her buttocks. I could see the red opening of her vagina still glistening with vaginal fluid. My left hand gripped her skirt, and I felt my penis throbbing violently.

The stranger suddenly used his left hand to insert his fingers into my wife's anus. My wife cried out and jerked her head back, then turned back to me, frowning. I quickly hid my hands behind her back. I whispered in her ear, "Honey, don't move, it's so exciting." My wife

's lips seemed to say it hurt. She turned her face away, her brow furrowed, biting her lip, and looked out the window. At this point, his movements became even more lewd. I could feel him breathing heavily. His hand was thrusting in and out of my wife's anus.

I usually like to insert my thumb when I'm having sex with my wife from behind. Her anus never smells. Maybe it's because she showers frequently and she's very clean, but it's only a light touch because she says it hurts. We've never had anal sex. Now, a strange man is having sex with my wife's anus on the bus while I'm still holding up her skirt.

I'm breathing heavily. Suddenly, he pulls out his finger and smells it. "Fuck you, you even smell it?" he says, then suddenly puts his finger in front of my nose. I smell a faint scent of soap. My wife just showered at noon.

He gives me a thumbs-up and signals me to do something too. I swallow hard and remain silent; to be precise, I'm completely at a loss. Then he pulls up my wife's underwear, and I quickly pull up her skirt as well. But he stops me, signaling me to wait. "What the hell are you going to do?" I say.

Then I see him pull down his zipper and pull out his penis. My head is buzzing. How can this be?

How could I let my wife, who works at a bank, be sexually assaulted by a pervert in her business attire without my permission? Before I could even react, he grabbed my wife's right hand and moved it down to his penis. I was stunned. Would my wife notice? I shifted slightly to the right, worried she might sense something was wrong, but the stranger had already squeezed right behind her, his penis aimed at her large buttocks.

I shifted back a little and looked down. My wife's right hand was gripping his penis, pushing it back and forth. Was my wife masturbating him? I couldn't believe my eyes. I felt a pang of regret, but I knew there was nothing I could do but watch.

My wife must have thought she was helping me release. She was working hard, her movements light but rhythmic. She even touched his glans with her slender index finger. Because my wife's right hand was gripping the handrail, she lost her balance and leaned back against the stranger. He must think my wife is incredibly slutty, a once-in-a-millennium slut, to masturbate a stranger like this. So the stranger became even bolder, reaching his hands to hug my wife's waist, his hands moving upwards from under her shirt.

Holy crap, he was going to touch my wife's breasts! My wife's breasts weren't large, but they were firm and not sagging at all, and her nipples were very sensitive. I felt his hands had already pulled her bra up a bit, kneading her breasts. I saw my wife tilt her head back, her hair in a bun resting against his face.

The stranger lewdly pursed his lips and sniffed. I could smell the fragrance of her hair; it must be shampoo. From the side, I saw my wife squinting, her head slightly tilted back. At that moment, my wife licked her upper lip.

I couldn't take it anymore, I was incredibly hard. I looked down at the stranger's penis, which was engorged. The head of his penis was pressed tightly against my wife's buttocks. I saw him thrusting his hips back and forth, his penis repeatedly touching my wife's buttocks, pressing against them through her underwear, making her buttocks tremble.

Suddenly, he removed his wife's hand with his right hand and quickly pulled down her panties with his left. He licked his hands and smeared the liquid on her anus. "What the hell are you doing?"

he yelled. His wife, meanwhile, raised her right hand to grab the handrail, her eyes half-closed. Her long eyelashes fluttered, her gaze unfocused and submissive. He thrust his hips forward, inserting his glans into her anus. He pulled her buttocks outward with both hands, and I could see his glans struggling to enter. His wife, in pain, closed her eyes tightly, biting her lower lip to stifle a sound, her head snapping back. The stranger thrust again. His wife let out a soft moan; I saw teeth marks on her lower lip, but her eyes

remained closed. The stranger continued to thrust gently. His wife opened her eyes, squinting at the window, her mouth still open. Her head remained tilted back, but she remained silent. After about two minutes, the stranger stopped moving. I could see beads of sweat on his forehead, his breathing labored, and a sudden surge of his penis. I saw his penis tremble.

I looked up at my wife. My wife had her eyes closed, as if she were enjoying something. Was that really it? At that moment, the stranger slowly pulled out his penis and quickly pulled up her underwear. After putting his penis away, he said, "That felt good." He looked at me and gestured for me to have sex with my wife.

I smiled wryly, moved behind my wife, pulled up her skirt, zipped it up, and straightened the hem of her shirt.

Seeing that I didn't move, he didn't say anything and just left. For the next 30 minutes, the bus was moving slowly and congested, passing 6 stops without stopping because it was too crowded to get on. My wife rested her head on my shoulder, her eyes closed, looking very tired. About 15 minutes later, we squeezed off the bus. After getting out of the car, my wife said, "You're so annoying! It hurts so much! There are so many people around, won't someone take pictures of us?" I said, "No, it's so dark, and there are two middle-aged women on either side, they won't." She said, "Hurry up and go, you shot all over my ass, I can feel it leaking out now, hurry up and go!" I didn't say anything, and saw my wife walking quickly ahead. My wife's back view was still beautiful, her long hair was styled and neat, her suit was high-end and elegant, and her full buttocks were still so alluring. Her high heels clattered. Suddenly, I saw a white liquid flowing down her left leg. As soon as we entered the house, I finally couldn't hold back anymore. I grabbed my wife and threw her onto the bed, yelling, "Quick, stick your ass out!" My wife, confused, asked, "You want more?" I said, "Yes! I can't hold back anymore!"

Lately, I've been busy with work, and my wife has worked overtime twice, so she hasn't been very satisfied with me. She obediently turned around, leaned over the edge of the bed, and stuck her ass out. I roughly pushed her skirt up to her waist, and through her black transparent panties, I could see her buttocks. They were wet with white semen, but I couldn't see her anus. Women with fleshy buttocks don't show their anus unless they spread their legs wide or stick their buttocks out forcefully. Her panties were completely wet.

I was breathing heavily. A man's semen. I slowly pulled down my wife's panties and saw they were full of white semen. Strands of white semen were scattered on my wife's sticking-out buttocks. I parted my wife's buttocks. I saw that her anus, which had just been penetrated, had returned to normal. My wife had been walking home with semen still inside her. So her anus was covered in white semen from other men.

I couldn't take it anymore; my penis was throbbing. With a forceful thrust, I shoved my entire penis into my wife's anus. I pumped wildly, into her anus, which was filled with other men's semen. Occasionally, I made a sizzling sound from the excessive force. I suddenly remembered the scene of my wife reprimanding her subordinates earlier. I reached out and pulled off my wife's hair clip. With each thrust, my wife groaned, sometimes in pain, sometimes in pleasure. Her long hair fell down, and I grabbed it and pulled it back. My wife could only tilt her head back, just like when she was being fucked by the stranger earlier. I continued to pump wildly, and I couldn't hear her screams of pain anymore. After about 5 minutes, I ejaculated, shooting into my wife's anus. I pulled out my penis and saw a stream of semen flowing out of my wife's anus. I wondered if that man's semen was in this stream.

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