My wife and I love the train.

It is convenient — and erotic if you do it right.

We were taking the train from the city back to our suburban abode last Friday night. We like the 8 PM train — after the commuters but before the late-night revelers turn it into a loud drunken party.

We ran to get to the car farthest from the terminal, which we know from past experience offers more privacy. We jumped in just before the door shut and the bell sounded the train’s departure.

We were all alone in the car as we took the stairs to the upper level. I was following my wife and caught a glimpse of her red panties as her skirt hiked while she ascended the steps. I knew it was on purpose; she’d had a few glasses of wine with dinner and loved to show off her body when she was... Leer Más