Oh, she was hot today, walking out of our bedroom like she was on a runway. White cotton top and skirt, with a bare midriff. "Columbia" in blue letters across her chest: we'd be playing with coed snatch, boys. The skirt was short enough to show off her long dancer legs. White, out of the box sneakers completed the overall look of some spoiled rich girl, alone in the big city, far away from the daddy that paid for it all. Delights underneath. She turned around and bent over slowly. Her skirt was short enough that just the tiniest, most innocent bend started to reveal her panties. You couldn't miss them. Electric blue panties jumped out from beneath the white skirt. Lace panties, and as she continued to bend she revealed a vine of small lace kisses all over her tight, firm ass.

My wife was hot, very hot. I felt like forgetting our outing, doing her right there on the hardwood floor. But I knew from long experience with her that things would be better if we had a little fun first. I got hard imagining doing her later, the way her voice teases me while I'm inside her pussy, the teasing little whispers about the people we toy with, and the trouble she causes.

I just had a bad feeling looking at the pigtails. I feel like we're on safer ground with the total slut look. This was too ambivalent; a guy concentrating on her face might see her as too young and innocent. Things get out of hand then. "I know what guys are like, honey, and it's dangerous to move off the slut look. Why don't you let your hair down, and trade in the sneakers for some high pumps..." Not to mention that this is the look that I like. "...And throw on some cheap jewelry, too."

"Think I don't know what guys are like, how to keep them under control?" Foolish of me, I had to admit she's on her home field here. Shelly is just 20, but she's probably seen the eyes of a hundred men as they climaxed inside her. She knows how we're put together deep inside, and can play to either our balls or our hearts. A look from her eyes and a movement of her lips can make me feel like a rabid dog; Just a downward glance, a tear, and a quiver in those same lips turns another switch inside me - now nothing matters but fixing whatever is causing her unhappiness. "C'mon, I want to try this look," batting her little doe eyes. "Besides, those big bad men will have all this to look at," running her hands sensuously up along her thighs, lifting her skirt slightly.

My heart jumped. Who the fuck would be looking at her hair?

The New York City subway is our playground. Occasional- ly we do other things, like flashing in the car or a blowjob behind a museum exhibit. Those are fun, but we've found that nothing gets us off like some subway action. We have a captive audience during the fourty minute ride from Queens to lower Manhattan. We have plenty of time to put on our own little drama, and protected by anonymity, men in the crowd let themselves get into it.

I walk her to the station, enjoying the way the men in the streets stare at her. When we descend into the sub- way we separate, but stay within sight of each other. While we're waiting on the platform I scope out the crowd. I get my first stirrings by watching men watch her. The white cotton outfit makes her stand out like an angel from the dirt and grime. I see the glances across the top of folded newspapers, and try to guess who'll get lucky today. You never know.

The next train comes. I get into the same car as she does. Its rush hour, so all of the seats are taken, but it's still early enough to get your choice of standing spots. Standing is what we want. I stay near the center of the car and watch her find her place near the forward end. There are two seats with their backs to the side wall between the foremost platform door and the door leading to the next car. An old woman in her sixties is sitting in the seat closest to the door and a boy of about 13 is sitting next to her. Shelly takes her position in front of the old woman. Perfect.

After a few stops the train gets more full. I move towards Shelly and take my position within a few feet of her, near the door next to the old lady. I wasn't alone. Funny, once Shelly took her place, the center of gravity started shifting in the car. For some reason men seemed drawn to our end of the car, I found it amusing to watch them enter, find a place, look around, spot Shelly, and find this urge to move. Per- vert that I am, I root some men forward with my mind, men with that real hungry look that makes for hot action.

Today would be good. A tall lean black guy in his mid twenties takes up position on Shelly's right, in front of the sitting boy. He was in his early 20's, well built, wearing a Chicago Bulls T-Shit. Even though Shelly wasn't looking, and appeared disinterested, I knew she liked Bulls. I know her type. And Bulls certainly liked her - I had watched him get on all the way at the other end of the car. Once he saw Shelly his eyes stayed on her, and he started this way.

Now it was fairly crowded. Two business types are be- hind Shelly. Old guys, I had the feeling that this was the closest they've been to top shelf pussy in weeks. One guy is in his forties, thin with glasses and a laptop computer. The other guy is a bit older and heavier, thick and stocky, with a Grey beard. With the enclosing crowd, we were all pushed closer together, one of the businessmen, the computer guy, reaches a hairy arm above Shelly's bare shoulder to grab the hanging strap above her. As the train rocked, she slowly moved towards him, so that her pigtails and neck brushed his arm every so slightly. The touch that maddens.

We're packed tightly now: myself, Shelly, Bulls, and the two businessmen behind her. I watch Shelly as she starts to slowly rub her shoulder into the arm thats hanging over her. I'm facing her, and I can see both her and his face behind her. He's not moving his arm; he's enjoying the slight contact with such a hot young coed. When she has his full attention, she works on the others. There's a subway map on the wall above the old lady's face. She leans forward and studies it, arching her back, hanging lower on the strap above. The loose cotton top hangs out slightly, exposing more of her dark, shapely belly. The old lady doesn't seem to care, but the 13-year-old boy next to her certainly does.

The old woman sitting next to him must be the boy's grandmother - she's on his case about school, something about how important grades are, and how disappointed she is in him. He's a typical boy, just tuning Grandma out. Junior slouches low in the chair, hands in the pockets of his shorts, and his eyes almost hidden be- neath long blond hair. That is, hidden until Shelly started hanging forwards, because from his low vantage- point on the seat, he's looking upward at Shelly's exposed chest. His eyes locked onto to her.

Things are ready now. The train is fully loaded. We're at the last local stop in Queens, about to begin the first of a few long express runs. Its time to get some action going.

The doors close behind me, and when the train moves in- to the express tunnel I make my move. While Shelly is leaning towards the map over grandma's head, I move slightly behind her, and so the total effect is to bring her closer to the door. I slide my arm down her back onto her ass and start caressing it, kneading it through the soft cotton. Now every man in the car, particularly Bulls and the two businessmen, have had their attention riveted to her body since they got on the train, so they see what's going on. Their eyes light up. Even Junior realizes what's happening.

For a moment, Shelly stays rigid as I fondle her ass. She stops moving, and hangs still in front of Grandma and Junior. She starts to act ... annoyed. This is where it takes off. She sighs, as if she's pissed off, sick and tired of this, she can't stand when some filthy pig paws and gropes her on the subways. Never mind she's dressed to attract just this sort of hassle.

The men see me, and they notice her reaction. Bulls isn't looking at her ass anymore, he's looking at her face. And at mine. On the edge, and I can see the calculation in his eyes: He's already figured he can kick my ass, stand up for the little lady, and maybe have a few months worth of grateful young pussy. I get a little shiver, since men get protective around some girls. But he's back looking at her, all of her, measures her cleavage and short skirt and realizes just how much flesh she's offering. The little miss is a little tease. I can see it in his eyes. Fuckin' bitch is a whore!

So Bulls reached his hand down and grabbed her ass too, his big black hand joining the fun. I let go, and he slowly moved his hand down her thigh, and drew the back of her thin skirt up, exposing her blue lace panties and butt flesh for all to see. I glanced at Shelly's face, and while she grew visibly more upset at such a clear outrage, I could see the hazy look of arousal in her eyes. This was everything she wanted. She loved being the center of bad attention, the bad girl teasing men to do bad things.

And everyone was looking! The two businessmen stared slack jawed, imagining their hands on her and the way those lovely cheeks must feel like. Comparing the shape and texture of those cheeks against what they had at home. Grandma stopped lecturing Junior; suddenly, she realized what was going on, and right in front of her. The nerve! All she saw was the big black man, and a young girl who was upset. She wasn't a man, so while she noticed the young coed still in pigtails, she missed the other signals Shelly was giving off. The "C'mon and fuck me!" signals. Grandma saw just a young girl only a few years older than Junior being as- saulted. She wasn't going to stand for this, not as a civilized woman on her train.

"Stop that! Leave that girl alone!" She started to get up as she said this, and confront Bulls directly.

Bulls didn't let her get all the way up. He leaned over and got right in the old lady's face: "Mind your fuckin' business, you old cunt," spitting the words at her through bared teeth. She recoiled as if she were shot, shocked.

The screws were tightening. As Bulls resumed his fondling, now free from any interference, Shelly started acting more annoyed. But I knew she was excited; we'd done things like this many times in the past, and I knew that this was the part she loved. "I love it when I bring their inner rapist out, when men start acting like wild dogs." She started to bring her hands down off the strap, and would "try" to fight him off.

That was my queue. I grabbed one of the hands that were now behind her. Just before it reached Bulls hand, I took it by the wrist and turned her arm up into her back. Gently, but that's not the way it looked - everyone else saw her turn rigid with pain, arching backwards as I pushed her chest hard against the subway door. She was pinned, trapped and help- less. I looked across her at Bulls and said, "I'll hold her." I listened closely to her breathing; short, quick breaths that sounded to everyone else like terror. But I knew she was hot inside.

The air in the car was charged now. I held Shelly against the door, held her tight while Bulls started fondling her again, reaching his fingertips beneath her panties, and feeling the delight of her soft cheeks. Oh, Shelly has a nice ass, and here it was. Exposed for all to see on a crowded subway. This was her dream, a secret wish she told me about many times, and here we made it happen. This was just inches across from Grandma's face; She was still staring lifeless at the event, seemingly unable to believe what was happen- ing, but she wasn't looking away. And Junior! Junior was bolt upright, leaning forward so he could leer at Shelly's ass without Grandma blocking the view. The 13-year-olds face was flushed red. Like Bulls, he had a growing mound in his shots too - the kid had a rocket in his pocket.

The train moved quickly on its express run, and even at the next stop, the doors on this side wouldn't open. We planned it that way, so there would be plenty of time. Bulls pulled the waistband of his shorts down, and exposed his huge black cock. I swear I could hear an audible gasp as we all realized what was going to happen.

I held her hand tightly against her lower back. Bulls took one hand off her ass and grabbed one of her pig- tails. He kept the other down there, as he moved against Shelly's back. He looked at me with fire in his eyes and said "Hold the bitch tight!" Shelly heard that and she just.... Melted. Christ, this was hot, the prospect of this big man reaming her ass right here and now had my dick stiff. Shelly, Bulls and I were pressed close; I could feel his hot breath as he re- acted to the feel of her buttery assflesh on the tip of his dick. I couldn't see what was going on down there, whether he was inside her or not, but I could see the reaction on the men near us. Like a heard sensing a storm in the air. Some were sizing us up like Bulls measured me, and I could see the same measurement of Shelly; was she worth a beating? Or, like scavengers, just hang back and enjoy the spoils. It wasn't even close - the sight of her exposed ass there for the taking overwhelmed all other feelings. They'd be in there after us; they were waiting like a pack of wolves. "Don't move, cunt!" I said, loud enough for everyone to hear. "You fuckin' cockteaser, here it comes!" Junior heard every word. His eyes had a dreamlike look as he watched the big black man enjoy a piece of ass. "Please stop, someone help me!" Shelly said, gulping air like she was drowning. Fat chance, no one would try to help. Men watched, half sick, half thrilled, their animal juices reacting to the primitive scene. And through the crowd of men I could even see a woman or two, sheepish almost hiding the crowd, too weak to protest, too fearful of the men in the car turning on her.

My face was too close to Shelly's face, and to Bull's face, to see what was happening down there. Later on, Shelly told me. That night, while I was rock hard in- side her she told me what it felt like. He didn't fuck her in the ass - he just slid her lace panties down, and pushed his dick into the crevices and creases be- tween her ass and thighs. She felt his head slide threw her pelvis along the underside of her hairy cunt! "Tell me more honey," as I started that night to rock slowly inside her pussy. She whispered and grew wetter as she told me.

"All I could feel was this big thing pushing itself between my legs. I knew your face was behind me, and I loved the sound of your voice as you called me a cunt. I looked down at the old lady and at the little boy sitting next to her. He just kept looking at my ass, at what was happening down here. Such an intense look, so sexual, the way he watched Bulls pushing into me. Right next to Junior's face I could see an old man rubbing secretly in his pants pocket. I knew the boy would never forget this, that the sight of me being forcibly taken before all these men was making a deep imprint on his soul. He'll think of me whenever a girl makes him hard."

"Oh, Shelly, you bitch, you cunt!" Like little love bites in her ear, I feel like my cock will explode.

"The boy watched me so intently, and every few seconds he'd look up from my ass and we'd lock eyes. We were staring at each other when Bulls came. You see, the boy knew in his gut that I liked it, he knew I really didn't want help. He watched me so closely. He saw the ripple of pleasure that spread across my face when Bulls emptied himself all over the inside front of my skirt."

All the while she was telling me this I was fucking her wet pussy. God, I'm so lucky having a hot little slut like this for a wife.

The End