I touched my wife until she was wet on the bus.

This true story happened last weekend.

I took the day off and went out with my wife to run errands. The bus ride home was quite long, about an hour and a half. Because it was a weekday, the seats were mostly empty, so I pulled my wife to sit in the last row by the window.

There was a bespectacled man sitting in the last row. When he saw my wife, he seemed to perk up suddenly. He moved from the middle of the back row to the other side, leaning against the window, seemingly wanting to rest, but his body was basically facing us.

Let me say something about my wife. She's not exactly beautiful; her figure hasn't fully recovered after giving birth, and she's still a bit chubby. But she has one striking feature: fair skin. As the saying goes, fair skin covers a multitude of flaws, and in the summer she never wears black stockings, always just shorts or skirts, which makes her quite eye-catching.

That day, she was wearing a white dress, about knee-high. Because it wasn't stretchy, it rode up a little when she sat down, just enough to show off her thighs. The bespectacled man was staring intently at my wife's thighs. I don't usually mind people looking at my wife; it's not like it'll hurt me. But this guy was just too much. His sparse mustache looked incredibly sleazy, and I couldn't stand such a sleazy person, so I stared back at him. He stared at my wife's white legs for a while before finally realizing I was looking, so he moved to the row in front and pretended to sleep.

I felt better then, turned to look at my wife, and suddenly a thought popped into my head: that little white dress and those white thighs were actually quite alluring. So, while chatting with my wife, I started to wander off and began touching her legs. At first, she didn't react, but then I slowly moved my hand closer to her inner thigh, and she slapped my hand away, calling me a lunatic. However, at this point, I got aroused and, unwilling to give up, put my hand back up. My wife said, "Don't do that, someone will see us." I laughed and said it was okay, it was just the two of us in the last row, and the security cameras in front wouldn't be able to see us. However, my wife was still resistant, and not wanting to make too much noise, she could only secretly pinch the back of my hand. After several rounds of this, my hand was covered in fingernail marks. But I didn't leave empty-handed. I had pulled my wife's skirt up to her thighs, and if someone were looking out the window, they would be able to see half of her white buttocks and pink underwear.

During this time, I also kept an eye on the situation inside the car. As expected, the lecherous bespectacled man, even though he was sitting in the seat in front of us on the right, was still peeking at us from the side. I knew he definitely saw me touching my wife's leg, but I had been using my backpack to cover myself the whole time, and the back of the seat in front of me also blocked the view, so he probably couldn't see anything clearly.

At this time, the car gradually became more crowded, and the other three seats in the back row were also full. Luckily, the girl next to me was sleeping with her head against her mother's lap, while a man and a woman in front of me were playing on their tablets with headphones on. Aside from the perverted man, no one noticed my little antics. I simply moved my backpack from my lap to my wife's lap, completely blocking any possible view from the right. Then, with my left hand hidden under the backpack, I brazenly began to fondle the edge of my wife's underwear. My wife looked up and glared at me, then suddenly turned around and pulled the sunshade curtain over the window. She then hugged my arm and leaned on my shoulder, pretending to sleep. I was overjoyed; she had given up resisting. So, I pulled the side of my wife's skirt that was near the window up to her waist. Because the skirt had no elasticity, the side that was near the inside of the car was impossible to pull up once she sat on it. But it didn't matter; the crucial area was now completely exposed to my hands. While touching her inner thighs, I rubbed my wife's genitals with my palm, occasionally rubbing her clitoris with my little finger. Soon, I could feel a dampness, and the area my fingers were touching became increasingly slippery. To be honest, this position was exhausting. With my wife holding me, I could only keep my thumb pointing forward. Aside from groping her thighs and buttocks for a bit, the only part of my hand that could reach her genitals was my little finger, and even then, I had to move only one finger at a time. You can imagine how sore it is if you try this position yourself. I tried turning my shoulder to use my middle finger to probe, but my wife wouldn't let go, and turning around would be too obvious to outsiders. So, I had to continue like this the whole way.

The bespectacled guy kept glancing this way, probably guessing what I was doing. I pretended not to notice. When he got off at his stop, he stood at the door, giving us a longing look, and finally gave me a lewd smile, probably thinking we were on the same wavelength. But sorry, with that lewd look, we were definitely not on the same side.

I was pretty miserable myself; I satisfied my wife while being hard the whole time, and I couldn't relieve it. I even felt a slight pain in my prostate area. When it was time to get off the bus, I rushed to the nearest KFC because I was really bloated and needed to use the restroom.

When I came out, my wife complained that her underwear was completely wet and uncomfortable. I told her to take it off, which earned me a pinch.

Later, we took another bus. This time, my wife was smarter and refused to sit in the back. She sat in the first double seat in the back. I tried to coax her to sit there, but to no avail. So, I had her lie on my lap and pretend to sleep while I used my backpack as cover to touch her breasts through her clothes. However, because of her dress, there wasn't much to do, and her bra had two padding pads, affecting the feel. After about ten minutes, it wasn't as exciting as before.

That's my first time doing something like this on a bus. Even though it was my wife, I had a strange thrill from teasing her. Of course, I wouldn't actually be a "bus pervert," but I might try this little game sometime in the future, since it's not as fun when it's cold, right?

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