Emily's Tube Adventure
by ChrisRider

Hotwife Emily takes her friend Sara on an kinky adventure.

Chapter 1: Camden Town Station

The late-night coffee shop near Camden tube station is nearly empty as Emily stirs her cappuccino, her green eyes sparkling with mischief over the rim of the cup. Across the small table, Sara adjusts her thick-rimmed glasses, obviously trying not to stare at how Emily's low-cut top reveals an abundance of cleavage with each movement.

"I still can't believe what we did at your flat last week," Sara whispers, her cheeks flushing at the memory. "I'd never... I mean, I never thought I could take someone's whole hand like that."

Emily's red-painted lips curve into a knowing smile. "And now you can't stop thinking about it, can you?" She deliberately lets her foot brush against Sara's ankle under the table. "Your first time with a woman, and we ended up fisting each other. James nearly came just watching the video."

"God, Emily." Sara glances around nervously, but the few late-night travellers seem absorbed in their phones. "You've changed so much since... you know, the Ethan thing. It's like you've become this completely different person."

"Not different," Emily corrects her, leaning forward to give Sara an even better view of her DD breasts. "Just... unleashed. He thought he was breaking me with his 'challenges', making me do all those dirty things for him. But all he did was wake something up inside me." She runs a finger around the rim of her cup. "Now I do it because I want to. Because it makes me wet knowing people are watching."

Sara shifts in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs. Her professional pencil skirt suddenly feels too tight. "Like how you're giving that businessman at the counter quite a show right now?"

Emily's grin widens as she deliberately drops her napkin, bending to retrieve it in a way that makes her already short skirt ride up. "Mmm, he's been watching since we sat down. Probably wondering if we're going to kiss."

"Are we?" Sara's voice catches slightly.

"Maybe. Speaking of kisses..." Emily takes a sip of coffee. "Tell me about this new girlfriend of yours. Sophia, isn't it? The redhead from yoga?"

Sara's blush deepens. "She's... God, Em, she's amazing. Those green eyes, that long red hair... and she's so flexible." She pauses, gathering courage. "Actually, she asked about you."

"Oh?" Emily raises an eyebrow, her wedding ring catching the light as she reaches across to brush a crumb from Sara's lips. "What about me?"

"I might have mentioned our... evening together. She wondered if maybe... someday..."

"A threesome?" Emily's voice drops to a husky whisper. "James would love that. Two gorgeous young women playing with his hotwife." She glances at her phone. "Speaking of playing... it's nearly time. Are you ready to help me with tonight's adventure?"

Sara fumbles in her bag for her phone, checking the settings. "You really want to do this? Film ourselves on the tube?"

"God yes." Emily stands, making sure the businessman gets one final view as she smooths her micro-skirt. "But first, let's give him something to remember us by."

Before Sara can respond, Emily pulls her up and into a deep kiss. Her tongue teases Sara's lips apart as her hands slide down to squeeze Sara's arse. The businessman's coffee cup clatters against his saucer.

When they break apart, Sara's lipstick is smeared, and her glasses are slightly fogged. "Jesus, Em..."

"That's just the warm-up, sweetie." Emily takes Sara's hand, leading her towards the café exit. "Wait until you see what I have planned for tonight. James isn't the only one who'll be getting off watching the videos later."

They leave the coffee shop, Sara still tasting Emily on her lips, the businessman staring after them. Neither woman looks back, but both know he'll be wanking over that kiss later tonight.

Just like the tube station security guards will be doing after what Emily has planned next.

The autumn night wraps around them as Emily and Sara make their way from the quiet nook they met towards Camden Town, their heels clicking on the pavement. Emily's barely-there skirt draws appreciative glances from passing strangers, each one making her pussy throb with anticipation.

"So tell me more about this porn shoot that Vince set up," Sara says, her phone already out and recording snippets of Emily's provocative walk. "The one everyone watched at your exclusive club last week?"

Emily pauses under a streetlight, deliberately posing. "Mmm, it was intense. Two massive black cocks, both way bigger than James has ever seen. They made me take them both at once while the crew filmed everything close-up." She turns to Sara, eyes gleaming. "Want to see?"

Sara nods eagerly as Emily pulls out her phone, showing her the still shots. "Fuck, Em... is that really both of them in your...?"

"My arse and pussy at once? God yes. Stretched me so wide I could barely walk the next day." Emily moves closer, letting Sara feel her warmth. "James wanked himself raw watching the footage. Especially when they both came inside me and I pushed it all out for the camera."

"Jesus." Sara's hand trembles slightly as she films Emily's next pose. "And tonight, you want to..."

"Have even more fun." Emily grins wickedly. "No knickers, completely exposed on the tube. Maybe find some late-night city boys to play with. Would you film that for James too?"

Sara's breath catches. "Everything. I'll film everything you do."

"Good girl." Emily pulls Sara into a doorway, pressing against her. "Because I plan to do a lot. Remember how wet you got when I fisted you? Tonight, I want everyone to see what a slut James's wife has become."

They're approaching Camden Town station now, and Emily outlines her plan. "First, we'll put on a show for the CCTV cameras. Then we'll take the tube towards High Barnet. It's usually empty this late. We can move between carriages, flash anyone I decide..."

"What if we get caught?" Sara's voice betrays her excitement rather than concern.

"That's half the fun." Emily's hand slides under Sara's skirt, finding wet knickers. "Mmm, someone's excited about filming me being a complete whore. Maybe you'll join in?"

Sara moans softly as Emily's fingers tease her through the fabric. "I... I might. If you want me to."

"Oh, I want." Emily withdraws her hand, sucking her fingers clean. "I want to taste that sweet pussy again while some stranger fucks me from behind. All caught on camera for James... and maybe for Sophia too?"

They pause outside the station entrance. Through the windows, they can see a few late-night workers, a cleaner mopping the floor, and a bored-looking security guard.

"Ready?" Emily asks, adjusting her top to show even more cleavage. "Once we go in, the show begins properly. No backing out."

Sara checks her phone one final time, making sure she has enough storage for everything they're about to do. "Ready. God, I can't believe we're going to do this."

Emily's laugh is pure sex. "Believe it, sweetie. By the time we're done, every security guard in London Transport will have seen what a filthy hotwife does after dark." She pulls Sara close, whispering in her ear. "And how her pretty little IT friend helps her be a complete slut."

* * *

The station beckons, its bright lights promising exposure, risk, and release. Emily's pussy is already dripping at the thought of what's to come. James will love every second of the footage, almost as much as she'll love making it.

The fluorescent lights of Camden Town station cast harsh shadows as Emily and Sara pass through the entrance. The night cleaner's mop stops mid-stroke, his eyes widening at Emily's deliberate catwalk strut. Her micro-skirt swishes with each step, offering teasing glimpses that make him grip his mop handle tighter.

"First audience member spotted," Emily murmurs to Sara, whose phone is already recording. "Watch this."

Emily makes a show of dropping her Oyster card, bending slowly at the waist to retrieve it. The cleaner's sharp intake of breath is audible as her skirt rides up, revealing everything. The security guard in his booth leans forward, adjusting camera angles on his monitors.

"Got all that?" Emily asks, straightening up.

Sara nods, her breathing shallow. "Perfect shot of your bare arse under the station lights. James will love how your wedding ring sparkles when you're being such a tease."

They approach the ticket barriers, Emily's heels clicking on the tiled floor. The security guard -- young, fit, probably mid-twenties -- can't take his eyes off them. Emily makes sure to stop directly in front of his booth.

"Evening," she purrs, leaning on his window ledge. Her full breasts threaten to spill out of her top. "Quiet night?"

"Um, yes... very quiet, madam." His eyes keep darting between her cleavage and the CCTV monitors showing multiple angles of her nearly-exposed arse.

"Perfect." Emily licks her lips. "Means you can keep a good eye on us, doesn't it? Make sure we're... safe on the platforms."

Sara's phone captures his flustered nod, along with Emily's knowing smirk. As they pass through the barriers, Emily deliberately brushes against him, leaving him with a clear view down her top.

"Did you see his trousers?" Sara whispers as they descend the escalator. "Definitely got a hard-on already."

"Mmm, and we haven't even started yet." Emily spreads her legs slightly, knowing the escalator's CCTV will be getting quite a view. "God, this is making me so wet. Having all these cameras on me, knowing they're watching..."

They reach the platform level, finding it deserted except for a British Transport Police officer doing his rounds at the far end. Emily's eyes light up at the sight of his uniform.

"Now that's interesting," she purrs, pulling Sara close. "Want to help me give him something to investigate?"

Sara's hand trembles slightly as she aims her phone. "What are you planning?"

Emily's answer is to push Sara against the platform wall, kissing her deeply. Her hands roam freely over Sara's body, making sure both the officer and every CCTV camera get a good show. When they break apart, Sara's lipstick is smeared and her blouse has somehow lost another button.

"Five minutes until the next train," Emily says, checking the electronic board. "Just enough time to get everyone's attention." She turns to Sara, eyes dark with lust. "Ready to start our adventure?"

Sara can only nod, her phone steady despite her racing heart. Above them, the security guard is probably adjusting his camera angles again. Behind them, the police officer's footsteps have stopped. Back home in Kentish Town, James is waiting for the videos that will show just how much his wife has embraced her new life.

The rumble of an approaching train echoes through the tunnel. Emily's smile turns wicked as she pulls Sara towards the platform edge.

"Show time."


Chapter 2: Building Tension

The Northern Line train pulls into Camden Town station, nearly empty at this late hour. Emily leads Sara to the middle carriage, her pussy already dripping at the thought of what's to come. The only other passenger is a professional woman in her mid-thirties, sitting at the far end, pretending to read something on her tablet.

"Perfect," Emily purrs, choosing seats with a clear view of the CCTV camera mounted in the corner. "God, I'm so fucking horny already. Ever since that porn shoot for Vince, I can't go a day without cock. Without tasting cum."

Sara's phone captures Emily's knowing smile as she spreads her legs, her tiny skirt riding up. "You've become such a cumslut," she whispers, zooming in on Emily's exposed pussy. "James must love it."

"Mmm, he does. Especially when I come home marked with it, tell him how many loads I've swallowed." Emily notices the CCTV camera slowly turning to focus on her. "Look, we've got an audience already."

The train pulls away, the motion making Emily's breasts sway in her low-cut top. She deliberately lets a hand trail across her cleavage, her wedding ring catching the fluorescent light. The professional woman glances up, then quickly back to her tablet -- but not before Emily catches her subtle shift in posture.

"The camera's following you," Sara murmurs as they pass through the tunnel towards Kentish Town. "And our friend down there isn't reading anymore."

Emily's response is to stretch languorously, her skirt rising higher. "Good. I want them watching. Want them to see what a dirty married slut I've become." She licks her lips. "God, I need cock tonight. Need to taste it, feel it..."

The train emerges into Kentish Town station. As other passengers on the platform decide against entering their carriage, Emily slides a hand between her legs. "Remember how much cum those black guys gave me in Vince's video? Fucking drenched me. I made James lick it all out of me before I let him fuck me."

Sara's breath catches as she films Emily's fingers teasing her wet pussy. The professional woman has given up any pretence of reading, her thighs pressing together rhythmically.

"Tufnell Park next," Emily says, withdrawing her glistening fingers and sucking them clean. "Think we'll find someone to feed my addiction tonight?"

The CCTV camera remains fixed on them as the train moves on. In the window's reflection, Emily can see the professional woman's tablet forgotten in her lap, her eyes fixed on Emily's every move. The night is still young, and Emily's hunger is only growing.

She needs cock. Needs cum. Needs to show everyone just what James's proper wife has become.

At the next station, the carriage doors slide open and Emily's breath catches. A distinguished businessman in his forties steps in, his tailored suit suggesting late nights at some City banking firm. His eyes lock onto Emily immediately, widening slightly at her exposed state.

"Perfect," she whispers to Sara, spreading her legs wider as he chooses a seat opposite them. "Film how wet I am. James will love knowing how much I need this stranger's cock."

Sara's phone captures everything: Emily's fingers trailing up her inner thigh, her wedding ring glinting as she teases her dripping pussy, and the businessman's growing bulge as he watches. At the far end, the professional woman has abandoned all pretence, her tablet discarded as she watches the scene unfold.

"You can smell how aroused I am, can't you?" Emily purrs, addressing the businessman directly. "My husband loves it when I come home reeking of other men's cum. Loves tasting their loads in my pussy, on my tits..." She lets her tongue play with her wedding ring. "Sometimes I'm so full of cum I can barely walk."

The businessman shifts in his seat, his expensive trousers tenting obviously now. The train enters the tunnel to Upper Holloway, and Emily uses the darkness to move her top aside, exposing one heavy breast.

"Oh god," Sara moans behind her phone. "The CCTV's got a perfect view of your tits, Em."

Emily pinches her nipple hard, arching her back. "Good. I want everyone watching. Want them to see what a cumslut James's wife is." She eyes the businessman hungrily. "Your stop was two stations ago, wasn't it? Staying to feed a married slut what she needs?"

His hand moves to adjust himself, and Emily licks her lips at the obvious size of his bulge. The professional woman has moved closer, now just a few seats away, her skirt hiked up and hand moving rhythmically under it.

"Show him how much you need it," Sara whispers, zooming in on Emily's face. "Show him what those porn shoots turned you into."

Emily slides forward in her seat, her skirt now bunched around her waist. Her fingers spread her pussy lips wide, showing everyone how wet and ready she is. "I can't help it anymore," she moans. "Ever since I started doing porn, I just need cock. Need cum. Need to taste it, wear it, show everyone what I've become."

The businessman's breathing is heavy now, his expensive suit straining. As they pass through Highgate station, he loosens his tie. The professional woman's quiet moans join the rhythm of the train.

"Next stop High Barnet," the announcement crackles. "End of the line."

Emily's smile is pure sin as she meets the businessman's eyes. "Perfect timing. Ready to paint this married slut's face with your cum? Give everyone a proper show?"

The businessman's slight nod is all she needs. Emily's pussy clenches in anticipation -- soon she'll have what she craves. Soon she'll be marked, claimed, used just how she needs to be.

And Sara's camera will capture every delicious moment for James to enjoy later.

* * *

The train slows as it approaches High Barnet. Emily rises gracefully, her skirt still bunched around her waist and moves to sit beside the businessman. "My husband loves watching videos of me being a complete slut," she purrs, her fingers finding his zip. "Especially when I'm hungry for cum. And god, I'm always hungry now."

The professional woman moves to the seat directly opposite, her own skirt hiked up, fingers working beneath her expensive silk knickers. Sara adjusts position, making sure to capture both Emily's actions and their aroused audience.

"Kiss me while I get your cock out," Emily demands, her lips already brushing his. She tastes expensive whiskey as their tongues meet, her skilled fingers freeing his impressive length. "Mmm, Sara, make sure you get this. Show James how desperate his wife is for strange cock."

The train jerks to a halt at High Barnet. "End of line," comes the driver's announcement, his voice notably strained. "Five-minute wait before return journey to central London."

Emily breaks the kiss to look directly at the CCTV camera. "Perfect timing. Plenty of time to show everyone what I've become." Her hand strokes the businessman's thick shaft as she speaks. "A married cumslut who can't go a day without tasting cock."

The professional woman moans softly, her hips moving rhythmically. Emily winks at her before turning back to the businessman, her lips brushing his ear.

"Ready to feed me what I need? Paint this proper wife's face with your cum while everyone watches?"

The businessman's answer is to grip her hair, pulling her towards his straining cock. Emily's moan of anticipation echoes through the carriage as she prepares to take him in her mouth. Emily drops to her knees between his spread legs, her arse displayed perfectly for the CCTV. His cock throbs inches from her painted lips, precum already beading at the tip. The train lurches as it begins its return journey, making her big tits sway in her barely-there top.

"God, I need this," she moans, letting her tongue trace the length of him. "Sara, get close. Show James how his wife worships cock now."

Her wedding ring glints as she wraps her hand around his shaft, guiding him into her hungry mouth. The businessman groans, both hands tangling in her hair as she takes him deep. The professional woman opposite has pushed her knickers aside now, fingers working frantically as she watches.

"Mmm, you taste so good," Emily pulls off to purr, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. "Better than my husband. Bigger too." She engulfs him again, taking him to the back of her throat, her recent experiences letting her suppress her gag reflex.

The train's announcements become background noise as Emily loses herself in her oral worship. Sara's camera captures every detail - the wet sounds of Emily's throat, the businessman's grip tightening in her hair, the way Emily's pussy drips onto her stockings.

"Such a good cocksucker," the businessman groans, making Emily moan around him.

Emily pulls back, pumping him with both hands. "Can't help it. Need cock all the time. Need cum." She looks directly into Sara's camera. "See what your wife's become, James? Just a hungry slut who can't go a day without tasting cock."

The driver's voice comes over the tannoy, noticeably husky: "Approaching... approaching East Finchley. Mind the... gap."

Emily grins wickedly, knowing he must be watching the CCTV feed. She makes sure to deep-throat the businessman's entire length, holding it there while looking directly at the camera. Their audience's breathing fills the carriage - the businessman's grunts, the professional woman's quiet whimpers, even Sara's excited gasps as she films.

"Going to cum for me?" Emily asks between sucks, her hand never stopping its movement. "Going to mark this married slut's face? Show everyone what I am?"

The businessman's cock swells in her mouth, his grip of her hair tightening. Emily moans in anticipation, knowing she's about to get exactly what she craves.

"Now," Emily purrs, feeling him swell. "Mark me. Show everyone what James's wife really is."

She pulls back just as he erupts, the first hot splash hitting her tongue before she aims him at her face. Sara captures everything - thick ropes painting Emily's features, matting her hair, dripping onto her exposed breasts. Emily makes sure her wedding ring is visible as she milks every drop from him.

The professional woman climaxes at the filthy sight, her stifled cry echoing through the carriage. Emily turns to give her a cum-glazed smile, letting everyone see how thoroughly she's been marked.

"Thank you," the businessman pants, tucking himself away. He pulls out a business card, and pressing it into Emily's sticky hand. "For... future meetings."

The train slows at Finchley Central. He stands, adjusting his suit. "You're incredible," he manages, before stepping onto the platform.

Emily doesn't wipe her face, letting his cum dry on her skin. The professional woman stares hungrily at her for another stop before gathering her things.

"That was..." she pauses at the door at Mill Hill East. "That was amazing." Her business card joins the first in Emily's hand before she too departs.

"Got everything?" Emily asks Sara, her face and chest still glazed with evidence of her hunger.

"Every second," Sara confirms, zooming in on Emily's marked features. "James is going to explode when he sees this."

Emily's smile is pure sin as she licks a stray drop from her lip. "Good. Because we're not done yet. Not even close."

Chapter 3: More...

Emily slumps back against the hard plastic seat, her micro-skirt barely covering anything. Her chest rises and falls with each breath, dried cum glistening on her massive breasts in the harsh fluorescent lighting. More is matted in her hair, and streaks of it still mark her flushed face.

"God, I can't believe how I just sucked off a stranger with that woman and the driver watching," Emily purrs, running her fingers through her messy hair. "James is going to love this when he sees the footage back."

Sara adjusts her position, camera still ready but lowered for now.

"The close-ups I got of that guy fucking your mouth... incredible," Sara says, licking her lips. "You've become such a complete slut, Em. It's fucking gorgeous to watch."

Emily spreads her legs wider, knowing the driver can see them through his mirror at the next station. Her pussy glistens, wet and swollen from excitement.

"I need more," Emily moans, sliding a hand between her thighs. "I'm so fucking horny still. Each time I do this, I need it to be bigger, dirtier..."

Sara zooms in on Emily's fingers as they circle her clit. "Tell me what you want next, Em. Tell me how dirty you've become."

"I want to be properly used," Emily pants, her fingers moving faster. "I want strange men to pass me around like a cheap whore. God, I used to be such a good girl... now look at me, covered in random man's cum on the tube..."

"Put the phone down for a bit," she purrs. "Come here and kiss me. Let's give the driver a proper show while we wait for our next friend to join us."

Sara's hands tremble slightly as she secures her phone. "You're insatiable now," she whispers, moving closer.

"Mmhmm," Emily agrees, pulling Sara towards her. "And you love it just as much as James does. Now come here and help me taste all this cum..."

Their lips meet as the train pulls away from the station, and Emily can imagine the driver's eyes locked on his screen watching them. The kiss deepens as Emily pulls Sara closer, their tongues dancing together. Sara moans softly as she tastes the cum in Emily's mouth, her hands sliding up to cup Emily's cum-streaked breasts.

"Mmm," Emily purrs between kisses. "Can you taste him on me? God, I swallowed some, but look how much he left all over me..."

Sara's fingers trace through the drying cum on Emily's chest, bringing them to her mouth to suck clean. "You're such a dirty girl now," she whispers. "Look at you, covered in a stranger's cum, already wanting more."

Emily arches her back, making sure the CCTV catches every moment. Her skirt rides up completely now, exposing her soaked pussy to the camera. "I bet that driver's cock is so hard watching us," she moans. "Knowing he can't touch, just watch..."

The train slows for the next station, and through the grimy windows, they see a lone figure on the platform. As the doors slide open, a distinguished-looking businessman in his fifties steps aboard. His eyes widen at the sight before him - two dishevelled women, one marked with evidence of her previous encounter.

Emily breaks her kiss with Sara but doesn't move away. Instead, she lets her hand slide up Sara's thigh, pushing her skirt higher, giving him more of a show. "Well hello," she purrs at their new audience. "Care to join us? I'm not nearly finished for the night."

Sara reaches for her phone again, ready to capture what comes next. The businessman hesitates for just a moment before moving closer, his expensive suit already tenting at the crotch.

"That's it," Emily encourages, spreading her legs wider. "Come see what a filthy mess I am. I bet you'd love to add your load to this, wouldn't you?"

The train lurches forward into the tunnel as Emily pulls Sara in for another deep, cum-flavoured kiss, making sure their new friend has the perfect view of everything on offer.

The businessman moves closer, and Emily drinks in the details - early fifties, salt-and-pepper hair expertly styled, Savile Row suit that probably cost more than her monthly salary. His cologne hints at old money and boardrooms. Despite his obvious wealth, there's hunger in his pale blue eyes as they roam over her cum-marked body.

"Come here," Emily commands, her voice thick with lust. She reaches for his expensive silk tie, pulling him down to her level. "I bet you've never had a slut like me in your fancy office, have you?"

Sara adjusts her position, the phone camera capturing Emily's transformation from cum-covered mess to sexual predator. The businessman's breathing quickens as Emily's other hand finds his cock through his tailored trousers.

"My god," he gasps, his cut-glass accent cracking slightly. "You're magnificent..."

"I know," Emily purrs, squeezing his impressive bulge. "And you're going to help me put on a beautiful show for my husband. Sara, make sure you get his face when he realizes what a dirty girl I am."

Emily stands, pressing herself against him, smearing the drying cum from her breasts onto his crisp white shirt. Her hand works his belt open as she kisses him deeply, letting him taste the previous man's cum on her tongue.

"That's it," she moans against his mouth. "Taste how dirty I am. And I'm going to get so much dirtier before this night is done."

His expensive trousers pool around his ankles as Emily drops to her knees, her skirt riding up to show her soaking pussy to the CCTV above. "Sara, get close," she instructs. "James will want to see every detail of what his slutty wife does."

Emily looks up at the businessman from her knees, maintaining eye contact as her hands slide up his thighs. His cock strains against silk boxers that probably cost more than her entire outfit.

"You posh boys," she purrs, "always pretending to be so proper. But look how hard you are for a cum-covered slut on the tube..."

Sara circles them with her phone, capturing every angle as Emily peels down the silk boxers. The businessman gasps as she reveals him - thick and already leaking. His manicured hands tangle in her messy hair.

"I want you to watch yourself in the window's reflection," Emily commands. "See what you're doing with a dirty girl like me. Tomorrow in your meetings, this is all you'll be able to think about..."

The train rattles through another tunnel as Emily shows him exactly what she's learned from her recent adventures. His expensive suit jacket falls open, his tie loosened, his proper facade crumbling with each expert move from Emily as she licks and strokes his cock.

"Sara," Emily pants between actions, "make sure you get how much he's leaking for me, how I lick it up. James loves seeing how wet I make them..."

The businessman moans, his cut-glass accent completely gone now, replaced with raw need. His hips buck forward trying to fuck her mouth as Emily works her magic, her hands gripping his thighs for leverage.

"That's it," she purrs. "Let everyone see what a dirty boy you are under that expensive suit."

Emily rises slowly, pushing the businessman back onto one of the hard plastic seats. His suit jacket cushions him as she straddles his lap, her micro-skirt bunched around her waist.

"I want you to feel how wet I am," she purrs, grinding against him. "This is what being a complete slut does to me. God, I need you inside me..."

Sara captures everything - the contrast between Emily's wanton display and his dishevelled formal wear, how his hands grip Emily's hips as she positions herself.

Emily cries out as she sinks down, slowly taking his length into her, head thrown back in pleasure. The train's motion adds to their rhythm as she rides him, her hands gripping the back of the seat.

"Tell the camera," she moans. "Tell my husband what his wife feels like..."

"So tight, so fucking tight..." The businessman can barely form words, his carefully maintained image completely forgotten as Emily controls their pace. His tie hangs loose, shirt is marked with evidence of their activities.

"Sara, get closer," Emily pants. "Show James how his dirty wife takes strange cock on the tube. God, I'm already close..."

Emily lifts herself up, swinging herself around to face Sara's camera. She settles back onto him in reverse cowgirl style, spreading her legs wide to give the perfect view of the cock inside her soaking pussy. Her fingers find her clit as she starts to move again.

"Look James," she pants directly to the camera. "Look how much I need this. But it's not quite enough anymore..."

Sara moves closer, capturing every detail as Emily guides Sara's fingers to join her own. The businessman groans as Sara's slim fingers slide alongside his shaft, stretching Emily further.

"That's better," Emily moans, her head falling back. "Show him how greedy I've become. How much more cock I need now."

The train rocks through another tunnel as Emily's movements become more urgent. Her dirty talk grows more explicit, telling James exactly what she's feeling, what she needs, and how she can't get enough.

"I'm going to cum," she gasps to the camera. "Watch your wife cum on a stranger's cock, James. Then watch what we do with his load..."

Sara keeps filming, her breathing heavy as she captures Emily's building orgasm.

Emily's entire body tenses as her orgasm hits, her dirty talk dissolving into raw moans of pleasure. Her thighs tremble as she grinds down hard, her release soaking everything beneath her. Sara keeps filming, capturing every detail of Emily's ecstasy.

"Oh god, James," Emily pants to camera once she can form words again. "Look what your wife's become... but we're not done yet."

She slides off the businessman's lap, pulling Sara down with her. Both women kneel before him, Emily's makeup completely ruined, her hair wild.

"Help me show James how greedy I am now," Emily purrs to Sara. "How I need to taste everything."

Sara hands the phone to their distinguished friend to capture the finale, as Emily shows Sara exactly how to please a man. Their tongues work in harmony as Emily guides them both.

"Ready for another load?" Emily asks the camera breathlessly. "Watch how much your wife needs it now."

Emily and Sara work in perfect synchronization, their show becoming more intense as they feel him getting close. Emily's expert techniques guide them both, her constant commentary to camera growing more explicit and needy.

When he finally erupts, Emily makes sure they both get their share, their faces close together. They put on the perfect show of sharing everything between them, making sure the camera catches every moment of their enthusiasm.

"See what your wife needs now James?" Emily pants, pulling Sara in for a deep kiss. "God, I can't get enough."

The businessman slumps back in his seat, spent and dishevelled, as the girls continue their intimate moment. Their kisses grow slower but no less intense as they savour their rewards.

"We should get cleaned up," Sara finally whispers, reaching for her phone. "But first, one last close-up for James..."

Emily poses proudly for the camera, making sure James can see exactly what his wife has become before they finally start to sort themselves out.

Chapter 4: Resolution

Emily and Sara move to the far end of the carriage, leaving the businessman to recover and sort himself out. Emily sprawls across two seats, completely spent but glowing with satisfaction. Her appearance tells the story of her night's adventures - cum drying in her hair and on her chest, her stockings laddered beyond repair, thighs glistening with various fluids.

"Let me see the footage," she purrs to Sara, who's already reviewing the videos on her phone. "James is going to absolutely explode when he sees all this."

Sara sits beside her, their bodies still humming with post-orgasmic energy. "Look at this bit," she says, tilting the screen. "The way you took control of him... God, Em, you've become such a perfect slut."

Emily grins, watching herself on screen. "I can't believe how much I've changed," she muses, absently running fingers through her cum-matted hair. "From shy wife to taking random cock on the tube... and loving every second of it."

"Your outfit's completely ruined," Sara observes, taking in Emily's dishevelled state. The micro-skirt is crumpled beyond decency, her top marked with evidence of their activities.

"Perfect," Emily says, stretching luxuriously. "That's exactly how I want to look. Let everyone see what I've been doing..." She pauses, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Next time though..."

"Jesus, Em," Sara laughs, still working on the footage. "You're already planning the next adventure? You're insatiable now."

"Mmhmm," Emily agrees, her hand sliding between her thighs again. "I was thinking maybe we should try for the driver's cabin next time. Imagine the view he'd get then…"