His Wife on the Train

After we finished making love, I lay against the edge of the bed, catching my breath as the lingering warmth slowly faded.

In the past, my husband would always smile and ask me the same question:

"Satisfied now?"

But tonight was different.

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,