The MAO (inside the bus)

Despite the embarrassing situation, I decided to tell my story because it was unique in my life and I imagine that even in another existence I will never go through what I went through again. My name is Vânia, and I am 32 years old, married since 21, had only one child within the first year of marriage and afterwards, resumed my professional life to help with household expenses and also helped pay for the property we live until today. At that time I was a teacher, and already at 25 years of age, active I have always been very agile about my things. I consider myself a beautiful woman, and my husband also likes me very much. He is not a handsome man but he's wonderful for his kindness and affection with which he treats me to this day, and we are very happy. At that time he worked in the city and we lived a little far away from each other, I taught near home. One afternoon I had to go into town to do some business of mine and him, pay bills etc. As it would end up close to his work, he told me to go there and wait for him and come back together. The end of that afternoon was ugly, threatening rain which happened later and because it was a Friday the transit also became more complicated. When we ran out from the rain and went to the bus stop, it started getting cold, I had my skirt on because all day long there has been heat and suddenly turned around but everything is fine, the final point was near home. Bus arrived already half full I entered in front of him and were sinking after cataract. As you could not go backwards any longer, we stayed almost in the middle, and he behind me because he was jealous if someone leaned over me. I actually loved it, because his body behind me would get on my nerves and by the time we got home he'd be running to bed with us. He already knew that, so he used to tease me with his penis leaning against my little bundle of things deliberately and hugging and sometimes kissing my neck. He looked like half a gentleman, and he seemed to be very strong because his shoulder even came out of the seat slightly which forced me to lean my thigh on him, and ultimately so did mine. With my husband behind me until it was pleasant to rub my xana on his shoulders and feel my already hard-on cock poking at my swimsuits. The black man just looked up and smiled, and my husband didn't see but he settled himself better so that I could fit myself further in the middle of my legs over him. It turned out to be right, I was frightened because if my husband realized that he would get confused, for despite being a little skinny and getting into fights and likes to defend me. The creole wasn't really a human being, it looked like a closet, and the poor cat of mine was going to get ugly for sure, so I stayed quiet and let things roll. As my husband pushed me with his body squeezing me fatally started rubbing my pocket on the black man's shoulder, he must have imagined that I did it deliberately, and my situation began to become more worrisome. My skirt was up to my knees, it had a leather belt and socks 7/8, but still I felt aroused because of the pressure on my sex and my husband behind me. Suddenly I felt something touching my kneecaps and climbing into my thighs, I tried closing my legs and couldn't do any more, the black man's hand was underneath my skirts, already smoothing my thigh above my stockings directly onto my skin. A chill ran down my spine, and I froze imagining that if my husband saw this thing he would be colored like that hole. No one could catch anything, because his arm was half long and under my skirt it seemed that he had his hand downwards, and no-one nor my husband noticed anything. I looked from the sides to try to get out of there but it was impossible, the bus was full. A very heavy rain fell outside making even slower transit for my greatest agony. His hand went through my pocket and my thighs, and even my little bundle. I think he would almost grab my husband's stick behind me. I was gasping for air and already breathing with difficulty, but my husband still got more excited because I felt his dick getting harder wanting to pierce my skirt and pants. Speaking of panties, it wasn't in place anymore, the black man started pulling her down, so I had to give up and let him force me down, and finally he put my little bundle and pocket into his hand. My husband's dick was higher than my ass, he just rubbed it over the clothes and hardly knew that there less than half a meter from his eyes a man, stranger invaded me with his hand and touched already more intimately by groping my big vaginal lips and my butt had also been smoothed out by the huge hands and fingers he had. Naturally I released liquid of excitement and wet to my thighs, and all madness began when he stuck one finger light in my little buzzer, and slowly moved another finger of the same on my pussy. When my husband pushed me on top of him, his toe sank into my mouthpiece and another finger entered my asshole, I went crazy, even more feeling the warmth of my husband's mouth in my neck. The black man looked up from time to time, winking at me, I was terrified with his fingers inside me. In a few minutes I felt my orgasm soak his hand, and by my various spasms I could feel jets of myself draining through my legs and his hand. His thumb was getting deeper into my pocket, and I feared that some smell might arouse the curiosity of my husband or someone else inside the bus. My husband whispered in my ear for me to somehow lower my panties because he was going to put his dick in the middle of my little bundle to make fun. I glanced but he insisted, and now it could be that his stick would find the black man's hand within me. I managed to take off the finger from my small bag and didn't even have to pull down my underwear, already halfway between my legs. My, what a situation and if my husband found out about the black man's hand it would be confusing for sure. My skirt had a very long side zipper, so he could easily open up a little bit and slowly reach down to my asshole. I grabbed at him on purpose and made my husband put it inside of my butt. It was wonderful but he wondered that I got wet like this; I thought it was from sweat. He said it looked beautiful and then started moving his huge finger around in my pocket. I had already mocked once and it was not difficult to make fun of another one, two or three times. Already my body felt soft and I imagined that the nigger's finger must have been all wrinkled for so long inside my very wet vagina. Gradually my husband became excited and mumbling in my ear reached an orgasm which I myself never experienced from him. His hot sperm and huge quantity invaded my anus, making me mock at the black man's fingers again. My husband after mocking still stayed with his dick inside me until he completely mellowed down and could take out a time and store. It was a relief, but the hand still remained inside me now and master of the situation, my two little holes were hers again. I felt draining through my legs sperm from my husband and mine own, going to stop in socks and panties already almost on his knees. As my husband had been satisfied black still manipulated my sex, and of course he did not have fun yet and it would be impossible for him to enjoy that way even because the lady next to her although dozing was at ease in the chair and pushing him further off the bench and squeezing me more over his shoulder. Half clumsily he began to fuck my pussy with his finger again, and in a rhythmic synchronized pace as if it were his dick inside of me. I felt now two fingers inside, and moving evenly, I noticed that his left arm he placed on the leg of him and squeezed his cock, and started to move faster his arm, sinking his fingers deeper and deeper into me. My husband stuck onto me, almost sleeping flat-footed, not realizing that I was about to have fun right there with another man, and this excited me still more, associating fear and excitement at the same time. We stayed in that position for more than 15 minutes, when the bus started speeding up and it also accelerated its movements and made me laugh like crazy. And now I realized he was moving on his stick and making fun inside of my pants as well. My desire was to take this thing out and sit on him and give him the greatest pleasure in the world and climb with him right there. Finally he lifted up my panties, and the smell I was afraid of came through my nostrils due to the strong heat inside the bus but as his speed increased and the rain stopped they opened the windows so we could breathe in a relief and deliciously fresh air. Before getting off the black, I looked at him and he gave me a smile and winked as if thanking me also for the pleasure that I had given to you. I smiled yellowly with desire to kiss him, then turned around and hurried out of there. Almost fell because my legs were so soft they almost didn't obey my body. I was covered in molasses from underneath, and on arriving home ran to take a shower and put some perfume on myself when my husband came into the bathroom and fucked me in the chaos box with the shower open. I had fun again and he also enjoyed, the atmosphere of the bus was still all over my head and I kept very excited about it all and luckily everything ended well and no quarrel came out. I stayed with that man in my mind, and already felt restless every night when going to sleep, and even having sex with my husband, I would end up making a mockery of black. So I went on an incessant search until I found him and you'll know where this ends, third story. Read it and talk to me whether you like or not, and please vote. I've got some more stories from my friends to tell. You guys are gonna love it!
Kisses to all.
Sweet potato