She was asleep, but in that not-quite-awake state when the feeling hit. She was prone to orgasm while she slept, and it spread through her body from her clitoris. She relaxed into it, enjoying it. Then she heard a weird sound that told her she was still on the bus and she jolted awake, looking around.

Almost everyone around her had their attention diverted elsewhere, except for one man, who she locked eyes with. The look on his face, and the bulge in his pants told her that he had clearly seen everything, and knew what had happened. She panicked a little, but there was still a bit of fire in her which wondered what he could do with his dick.

The next stop was hers, and she got off the bus, starting towards home. She heard footsteps running up behind her, and she looked back, seeing the man from the bus trying to catch up with her. Not wanting to cause any commotion, she stopped, hoping to make him go away if she talked to him a little.

He looked a little nervous, and she felt a bit sorry for him.

"Hey..." he said, "I couldn't help but notice you on the bus..."

"Ummm, yeah" she replied, "That happens sometimes when I'm not expecting it"

"Oh, I don't mean to say it was obvious. I just wanted you to know I thought it was incredibly hot."

"Thanks, but just gotta say that I'm married..."

Encouraged by the fact she didn't automatically reject him, he gets a little bolder. "You know, I won't tell if you won't". Her fire flared as she thought about the possibility of fucking this upstart, and she asked what his name was. Richard, he said.

"Well Richard, perhaps you'd better cum with me...". The word play was completely intentional.

They walked to her house and went inside. She offered him a beer first, but he refused. He wanted to be stone cold sober for this, and enjoy everything about this short period of time they would have together.

She beckoned for him to come to the bedroom. He went, with his cock getting harder with every step he took.

Once inside, he saw that she was already topless. Her breasts were milky white and he longed to touch them. She came close to him and put a hand on his chest. His nipples were hard as she lifted his shirt off. He brought his hands up and felt their shape. As he did so, her nipples were standing to attention too.

Richard kissed her neck, wanting to make this part last as long as he could. He was rewarded with a little sigh, that told him he was doing well. He kissed her fully then, getting swept up in the moment, and he said "Teach me how to touch you...".

It was then that she heard a noise, and she moaned to distract Richard from it. She had seen when they arrived at the house that her husband's car was there, and knew that he would have heard her come in the front door.

Her husband had been about to come and greet her when he thought it was weird to hear two lots of footsteps in the house. When he walked past the bedroom, he heard the unmistakable sound of his wife starting to get horny. He would have joined her, but heard a male voice that wasn't his.

He felt a familiar tingle as he thought about listening to what was happening, and his penis began to rise. They had spoken about him being allowed to do this before, and he wondered whether this was his wife giving him that chance.

He pulled a chair over, which knocked the wall a little on the way. Sitting outside the bedroom, waiting and rubbing his cock through his pants, he loved to hear the sound his wife made when she was horny, and this detached sensuality only seemed to serve to make it hotter, like a form of perverse, self imposed torture in the best possible way.

In the bedroom, she guided Richard's hands to her nipples, and showed him how to tug them in just the right way. He had hunger in his eyes by now, and wanted more. Continuing to tug on her right nipple, he brought his mouth to her left, and slid that hand into her pants as he sucked. The jolt of pleasure she got from it was intense, and she made sure both men knew it.

"Not bad for a warm up", she breathed, "Now let's make things hot...".

She guided him to the bathroom and turned the shower on. They undressed each other the rest of the way and got in.

Richard had been distracted enough that he didn't notice that she'd left the bathroom door slightly ajar...

Her husband heard the hiss of the shower running, and took a look inside the bedroom. He didn't see anyone, so he ventured inside. Moving towards the bathroom, he listened at the door. Daring to peek around the bathroom door, the steam wasn't quite thick enough to stop him seeing two people, one clearly his wife, and another that he didn't know. His heart rate quickened, as a million questions ran through his head, "What if they see me?"... While that thought scared him, it also made his cock rock hard. He gave into desire and started masturbating, knowing how much his wife liked a hot shower...

She grabbed Richard's cock, and started stroking it, telling him he must be clean before anything further happened. He leaned back and enjoyed her rubbing her hands over it, groaning in pleasure. She gave it a little lick on the end, making him to twitch before deciding he was ready.

"Touch me... Slap me... Grab me" she whispered. He shuddered in anticipation-he'd never known a woman to know exactly what she wants like this before, and it was nearly more than he could stand.

She turned so her back was to him, the shower water running down her front. She was so wet.... He put his hand onto her hip and drew his hand around to the front, feeling the soft mound of trimmed public hair, then reached further in, gently stroking her labia. With his other hand, he hesitantly fondled the soft entrance to her ass. He needn't have worried. She pushed against him, and let out a moan of pleasure, nearly causing both men to cum right there.

Encouraged, he ventured further, sliding his fingers onto her inner labia, and stroking, more firmly now. The moans were rising the further he got. Beyond the point of no return now, he entered her pussy which released a gush of cum he used to lubricate his other hand, and entered her ass with a finger, matching the rhythm of his hands together.

"More!", she cried, and he could no longer keep away. He lubed his dick with more of her cum, before the shower could wash it away, and penetrated her ass. The sound she made was like music, with she the instrument.

He took the detachable shower head then, and used the spray end to play with her clit. To his surprise, she turned the temperature up. It was not quite hot enough to scald, but not far off. She put her hand over the shower head and jammed it into her clitoris as hard as she could.

The heat was making his head feel light and his balls drop in a slightly uncomfortable, but erotic way. He pushed himself in and out, in and out and let her take control of the shower head. He gave her ass cheek a tentative slap.

"Harder.", she instructed. He was scared to hurt her, but did it anyway - SLAP! She grabbed the area and held it hard, showing him what to do.

Seeing that this was turning her on even more, he followed her lead, pumping her ass, then SLAP!, and grabbing the area tight, like a handle for his motions, while she took care of the front.

Her husband had been in this position before, and knew exactly what this felt like. He was torn between the sweet agony of what he was witnessing and wanting to go in there and finish her off himself… still, he decided to wait.

She could feel the ultimate wave coming, and she wanted it so badly. She used her free hand to reach under and firmly slapped his balls… Fire raged through him as he fucked her as hard as he could, the heat from the shower making him dizzy, the hot cum shooting out into her ass. She took so much pleasure from making people horny, it overtook her and she climaxed as well, knowing her husband would be doing the same.

Richard nearly collapsed when he was done. She turned the shower off and kissed him.

"Thank you. You've given much more pleasure than you can possibly know" she said, and helped him up. He kissed her back and cleaned himself up.

"Will you let me come again sometime?" he asked, and was shocked when she replied that only if her husband, who had heard everything had been pleased with his performance.

Her husband came in with a flushed face and his pants not quite done all the way up, and said to him "That was quite the show… get out. If I catch you fucking my wife again, I expect to be notified first…"