The Tour Guide's Secret

In the middle of our trip, Joanna White, the female tour guide with a bombastic figure, is actually pleasuring herself in the bus when I catch her red-handed in the act.

Upon realizing that it's me, Joanna admits her mistake instantly and begs me not to tell anyone about this incident. After I agree to keep it a secret, I initially think that we won't be affiliated with each other anymore. But Joanna has been trying to seduce me since then.

I initially think that this is just a casual fling. But what I don't expect is the fact that my wife, Gwen Baker, actually has the audacity to deliver Joanna into our room.

My wife, Gwen Baker, and I were in the car on our way to our destination. She was asleep against my shoulder.

However, my eyes were fixed on the woman sitting diagonally in front of me. I shifted in my seat, trying to ignore the heat building in my body.

She was our tour guide, Joanna White. She was stunning, with a figure that turned heads wherever she went. Her legs were long and elegant, and her waist was slim and well-defined. Everything about her made my heart race.

Under normal circumstances, I would have simply admired her from afar and left it there without any inappropriate thoughts. But at that moment, her short skirt had ridden up, and her black stockings were lowered to her knees.

And to make matters worse, we were on a bus.

How desperate could she be?

My heart pounded as I swallowed hard and glanced nervously around at the other passengers. Luckily, they were all asleep.

As far as I could tell, the only people awake were me, the tour guide, and the driver.

I tried to look away, but when I noticed the dazed expression on her face and the way her hand kept moving faster, a dirty thought popped into my head.

I half-closed my eyes and let out a fake cough.

As expected, she froze and quickly grabbed a nearby jacket to cover herself. Then she turned slightly, trying to figure out where the sound had come from.

When I saw her confused expression, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

When she turned back around again, I opened my eyes, curious about what she would do next.

To my surprise, I locked eyes with her the moment I looked over.

Her eyes were slightly red. A flicker of guilt hit me, and I wanted to look away, but I hesitated. That would only make me seem more suspicious, like I had been watching her all along.

I reassured myself that none of this was on me. She was the one behaving inappropriately on a bus.

What I didn't expect was that she suddenly leaned halfway over, placed her hand on mine, and whispered, "Please, don't tell anyone. I just… couldn't hold back. It's my first time too, I swear. Please."

Her voice broke as she spoke, and she began to cry softly.

For a moment, I didn't know how to respond.

"I won't say anything. Just be more careful next time. This is a public place."

I straightened up immediately and gestured for her to sit back down.

Gwen stirred slightly. If she woke up and saw this, I wouldn't be able to explain myself.

A few seconds later, the weight lifted from my shoulder. Gwen sat up and asked how much farther we had to go.

I answered, and then silence settled between us.

I sighed inwardly. Gwen and I had been married for five years. We used to be happy together, but we never had a child. We went to the hospital, and there was nothing wrong with either of us.

The first few years were fine, but over the past year, both our families had been pressuring us constantly to have a child. It led to several serious arguments, and now there was an invisible wall between us.

To salvage our marriage, I brought her on this trip, hoping she would remember how we used to be and that we could reconnect.

She didn't want to come at first, but then she suddenly changed her mind and even signed up for this tour herself.

I thought things were finally improving, but she was still just as distant. I glanced at Gwen, who was staring out the window, then closed my eyes helplessly.