His Wife on the Train

My husband gave my a*s a light smack, then immediately flopped onto the bed. "I'm heading out on a business trip tomorrow. Pack up and get some sleep."

I felt like I had been pushed off a cloud.

How could he?

I had already grown used to our intense, passionate lovemaking every single day. The sudden stop left me with an unbearable emptiness.

Biting my lip, I restlessly hooked my leg around him. "We've only been married a short while. You really have the heart to leave me?"

His eyes flashed as he grabbed my thigh.

A soft moan escaped my lips instantly. I looked at him with seductive, misty eyes.

"Can't be helped," he said, shaking his head with clear regret.

After he left, I managed to endure the loneliness at first.

However, as time dragged on, desire grew wildly inside me, itching all the way into my bones. A raging fire seemed to race through my body, making it impossible to ignore.

I could no longer hold back. This aching, unsatisfied state had already lasted three whole months.

"Darling… if you don't come back soon, I really won't be able to endure it anymore!"

But what he said next only made me more determined to follow him no matter how far.

"The project has been delayed. I'll probably have to stay another three months."

Another three months! I could not bear it.

"The area here is quite remote. There's no high-speed rail, only the old green-skin trains, and the journey takes forever."

Before he could say anything more, I hung up, hurriedly packed my things, and rushed to the station.

No matter what, I had to see him and do it at least once.

The green-skin train was small and cramped, and the carriage was packed with people–mostly migrant workers.

They had dark skin and strong, sturdy builds.

I had a cold, gorgeous face and was dressed in professional office attire, but my proud figure and mature aura added an unmistakably erotic charm. My full breasts strained against my clothes, and my long legs looked especially alluring beneath the sheer black stockings.

The moment I stepped into the carriage, countless burning gazes locked onto me.

They were direct and shameless.

The men stared openly and boldly, following my every move. They scanned me from head to toe and even deliberately made noises as I walked past.

"Tsk, tsk."

A thick, masculine scent surrounded me. I could even hear their crude discussions.

"Look at that face and that a*s. Whose wife is this bold, daring to travel alone?"

"She looks like such a sl*t."

When our eyes accidentally met, they did not look away. Instead, they smiled even more obscenely and greedily.

I was furious and embarrassed, my face burning red. I quickly avoided their gazes.

They were so brazen.

Their sticky, lecherous stares were impossible to ignore. I felt like prey that had been firmly locked onto, with nowhere to escape.

There were so many people on the train. They… probably would not dare do anything, right?

I comforted myself slightly and continued walking forward with my chest held high.

At that moment, a large hand suddenly reached out and boldly groped my a*s.

"Ah!"

I jumped in shock and quickly slapped the hand away.

These disgusting perverts actually dared to touch me!

My pretty face flushed with anger. I whipped my head around furiously, only to meet a handsome, youthful face.

He had sharp, good-looking features, a tall and strong build, and a bright, sunny smile on his face.

The scolding words I had prepared got stuck in my throat.

My heart suddenly raced, and my face turned even redder. I stammered, "What are you doing!"

This man was truly handsome, and his body looked excellent too.

The spot he had touched on my a*s felt both itchy and burning hot. My mouth went dry and my breathing became unsteady.

His voice was low and magnetic as he looked at me innocently. "Hey, you were blocking my way. Could you please move?"

I froze.

Could it be that he had accidentally touched me there?

He looked clean and decent, nothing like a pervert trying to cop a feel.

I must have misunderstood.

Suppressing the restlessness in my heart, I stepped aside to let him pass.

However, as he walked by, he leaned down close to my ear and gently blew a warm breath.

"Lady, your a*s is so soft."

A tingling sensation shot from my earlobe straight through my entire body. It felt like an electric current had run through me from head to toe, leaving me numb and weak all over.

The desire I had barely suppressed surged up again with even greater force.

I bit my lip hard, too ashamed and angry to speak. I could only stare at his retreating back until he disappeared into the crowd.

This man… he really was so shameless!

The gazes on me grew even hotter. The men's lewd laughter became louder, and their words turned even filthier.

"Looks like she's really starving for a man."

"Just one touch and she's already trembling like that. What a horny sl*t."

Those stares felt almost physical, as if they were stripping me naked piece by piece, leaving me completely exposed in the middle of the carriage for everyone to ogle and toy with.

My face burned with humiliation. I wished I could dig a hole and hide inside it.

Just now… I had actually flirted with a stranger right in front of so many people…

I'm a married woman.

Could it be true, like my husband once said, that I'm really just a sl*t who can't live without men?