This story happened to me relatively recently. I have been married for more than 18 years. Wife, no matter how trite it sounds, I have a beauty! When we just got married, I was just crazy about her and having sex with her. But time passes, household routine and other family troubles are not very conducive to love, passion and good sex. Like many couples, our relationship is cold. No, I was still very attached and loved my wife, worried, helped, actively participated in the creation of the hearth, the same was with her. But then this wild passion disappeared between us, they began to engage in love once a week, and even then not always, I increasingly began to visit porno resources, in search of satisfying my lust. My wife also went into herself, hiding from me, with various problems and everyday worries.
It got to the point that it became more interesting for me to fapat on the monitor than to shove my wife in the bedroom. No, I continued to perform my marital duty, but it became for me, as a household chore, than a pleasure. I understood that my wife was beautiful and over the years became more feminine and even more beautiful. Imagine a brunette age of 28 years, tall, with the correct proportions in the body. Second-size chest, narrow waist and trump card, long beautiful legs. When I first met her, the very first thing my eyes fell on was her luxurious legs. About these legs they say "The legs grow from the ears" and my favorite. Her ass did not have a large width, but was quite beautiful, elastic and pumped up. We visit the gym together and try to keep track of our bodies. Cute little face with big eyes completes the image of my little wife. The name of my beloved Victoria, she looks very similar to one actress, I will not give her name, I just attach her photo.
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How did it all start? Probably, when I first read a good story on this site, about the betrayal of his wife. I was very excited, then I was impressed for several days, and even Vika noticed changes in bed in me. At first I thought that I liked the very topic of treason, and I see myself in the role of a lover who instructs the husband of the horn. To be honest, a couple of times I achieved this goal, with married ladies. I will not lie, I got from this unforgettable pleasure! And for a long time it seemed to me that these rare intrigues completely satisfy my fantasies. But later I began to notice that I like to observe, to observe how someone else is having sex. The apotheosis of my internal sanctions was that when I read another story in which the husband secretly initiates the betrayal of his wife, and then secretly watches it! I was beside myself for more than a few weeks, during which time I had sex with my wife almost every day! At first I threw back this thought for a long time and forced myself to think sensibly, but in the end I realized that I wanted to see how my wife was cheating on me. But I just didn’t want to invite someone from my acquaintances, firstly I didn’t need rumors about me and my wife. And secondly, I didn’t want my wife to know about my unhealthy desires, I wanted everything to be a matter of chance, when Vika would think that I wouldn’t know anything, that she herself would make this decision. For a long time I was turning different plans in my head so and that, until somehow I matured by myself alone.
Several times a year my wife and I break out of the city for a week to rest. It can be both the sea, and mountains. The road is a day by train, regardless of the route, I will not specify the exact geographical data. We always took the usual coupe, there are four passenger seats. But this time I decided to overpay and take two two-seater SV-coupe in order to repair the romantic trip for two. But the teller of the tickets broke me off, there was no free two local airbags, there were only two free beds nearby over the wall. After thinking a bit, I took them without a second thought, so that I could exchange places with someone later. But the closer the trip approached, the rather insidious plan appeared in my head. Usually, before leaving for the sea, Victoria begins to go to the solarium, so that for the first time, she can calmly feel under the scorching summer sun, and other trips to the beauty salon are twice as likely, the end result was a smart, well-groomed and expensive-looking woman. Naturally, on the road, that at sea, my wife creates a sensation on the surrounding men, and on me as well. I think this way she specifically teases me, knowing that later in the room I throw myself on her with wild passion! Regarding the loyalty of his wife, I have never had any doubts; by nature she was a homebody and not a very sociable person. He meets new people, it was her weak side, but this attracted me when I married her. Now I needed to somehow unleash and nudge my beloved on a curved path, while at the same time sort of stay with it. Looking ahead to say that when I carried out my plan, I did not count on any serious result, I thought that the maximum wife would flirt and that’s all. But as it turned out, it is also not iron ...
I didn’t tell Victoria that the places were in different compartments, moreover, I consciously avoided intimacy with her for almost a month, which made her very irritable. But this is not all, I specifically planned to quarrel with her so that she did not want to exchange places with our fellow travelers. The weak point in my plan was the fellow traveler himself, it could have been a female or just some kind of kidding that would not pester my wife. On the day of departure, I offered her to wear a short, thigh-high denim skirt and a translucent white blouse; under the bottom was a white bra with white thongs. I lied to her that together we would be in the compartment and hinted at a cheerful road. My wife didn’t get sick of this thought because she added a set of white summer heels at the exit, from one of her looks I already wanted to fuck her. Loaded as a working mule with our luggage, or rather I had one bag, all the other healthy suitcases were wives, we moved to the station. On the way, we were mostly silent, taxi-station-search for our apron, then the car. Already at the station, a couple of omissions and petty disputes occurred between us, about her baggage, my quickness and so forth. The quarrel reached apogee near the train carriage, with ostentatious anger I threw her suitcases into the carriage and left them in the vestibule and moved deep into the train in search of my place.
While the wife, cursing me, was busy with the suitcases, I quickly looked in both compartments. In one sat a grandfather, looking out of the window with a bored look, in the second one there was no one else. Having thrown my bag in the compartment to my grandfather, I waited for the wife to appear. Victoria seemed pretty soon, rolling one of her bags, then she was helped to carry the bags, a rather fat unfamiliar man. Appearing in the doorway, she looked puzzled at me sitting in the compartment with her grandfather, then at her ticket and after a short pause, without saying anything, proceeded to the next door. A man with bags dragged behind him, his eyes were completely focused on the fifth point of my wife. A little later, from subsequent replicas of my wife and fat man, I realized that by chance the man turned out to be the very same companion! There was genuine delight in his voice, still, not every day a neighbor in the train is such a young and seductive person in a rather interesting outfit. The doors of my compartment and the doors of my neighbors remained open, I could hear well what was happening behind the wall. Yes, and a couple of times, going out into the corridor, I could freely observe what was happening there. I didn’t see or hear anything particularly interesting during the first hours of the trip. Having changed the white heels that were appropriate for the train, she decided not to touch her simple ballet flats, her blouse and skirt, Victoria began to lay out her things. Sergey — that was the name of her companion — was sitting on his bed, telling some sort of nonsense, sometimes asking inappropriate questions. From her short remarks, it was clear to me that her mood was extremely bad. But the fat man was not at all embarrassed by the rather rude answers, the silence of his neighbor, he continued, as if nothing had happened, to rattle merrily. He eagerly devoured the figure of my wife, especially when she had to bend down, taking something out of the bags, her skirt slightly bullying, exposing a white strip of thongs on an appetizing ass. She kept pulling down her skirt all the time, but after a while she was again bullying, which she obviously liked about her neighbor.
From his stories, I realized that he himself was a businessman, engaged in fermented milk products, well, just "Merry Milkman." I didn’t go deep into his further narratives, since I also had a neighbor who fell in my ear. After a couple of hours, going to the toilet, glanced briefly at the neighbor’s compartment, taking two more steps, I stopped. It seemed to me that Sergey, sitting nearby on the bottom shelf near his wife, held his hand on her knee! I wanted to come back and look again, but then, on reflection, I decided that they would not get anywhere, on my way back, slowly, looking again, I didn’t want to arouse unnecessary suspicions. Coming out of the closet, I ran into my wife, probably, I specifically caught it, to pay tribute, she made concessions and wanted to make peace with me. It was not too late to give back, make peace with Victoria, relocate my grandfather to the fat one, but I decided to act firmly according to the plan.
Surprised by my stubborn unwillingness to put up, she called me a “stupid donkey” and, turning, swaying slowly with her hips, walked back to her compartment, giving the opportunity to once again fully appreciate my eyes that I lost today. She apparently hoped that I would rush to catch up with her, already standing near the door, my wife turned her head in my direction, but seeing that I was left standing still, I sighed and went into my compartment, closing the doors behind me. A little regaining consciousness, I returned to my compartment. I will not tell Dedkov about my neighbor, I will just say that he turned out to be a rather interesting conversationalist, but towards evening, he took out a bottle of brandy and cut it with me. Cognac came in very handy, in the evening my confidence and desire vanished somewhere, leaving an uncomprehensible place for anxiety, jealousy, and anger at myself. I did not know what was happening now behind closed doors in the neighbor’s compartment. Maybe he is already full, pawing my Vikulyu? After another glass, I left my neighbor and decided to go out into the corridor to take a breath, we drank, though not much, but the cognac was quite strong.
Episode 2: “The end of the cultural evening”
In the evening, the doors of all the compartments were already closed, I regretfully looked at the neighbors' doors, trying to understand what was going on by the sounds. There was even a thought to break in and inflict scandal, but imagining how much foolish it would all look and I didn’t want to make a noise, many were already asleep in the car and I threw this thought away. Judging by the sounds, my wife also spent a rather interesting time with her fat companion, they drank something. His wife’s tongue was already slightly strayed, Sergey’s voice, on the contrary, was almost sober. Yes, and it was clear, 55 kg of the weight of the wife and 110 + kg of its mass. The audibility was so bent, the sound of the wheels of the train interfered, I understood through what they were talking about. A squall of emotions, anger, fear, jealousy raged in me, I calmed myself as I could, I told myself that they were just talking and nothing serious would happen, Sergey was far from the female ideal, I was sure that he would start harassing, Vika I would quickly find a govt. The fat man joked, crumbled with compliments in the direction of my beloved, spoke toasts on the theme of love at first sight. All his talk seemed extremely stupid to me, but Victoria liked the campaign, she giggled stupidly at his jokes, and gradually she began to tell vulgar jokes. I stood in the corridor for about an hour, listening attentively to this drunken chatter. The wine that they drank was already over, and they just sat there, still talking. I, having calmed down a bit, decided to return to my compartment, especially as my legs got tired and I wanted to sit down. My neighbor was already asleep, and I had no choice but to lie on my bed without turning on the light. Behind the wall, my wife was saying something quietly, monotonously, wheels were knocking, dark silhouettes of trees were rushing outside the window. All of this, in aggregate, had an effect on me as a sleeping pill, although it was possible that my internal stresses had an effect, with which I nagged myself from the inside all evening. So the body gave the command to sleep, I did not notice how I fell asleep, it seemed to me that I continue to look out the window, considering the dark silhouettes of trees sometimes flickering in the window.
From sweet oblivion, I returned somehow unexpectedly and abruptly. I immediately realized that I was asleep, but did not know how much time had passed, I did not have hours on my hand, I did not want to turn on the light and look for them. The neighbor still slept soundly, snoring softly. I could not understand what woke me up and why I had a bad feeling in my chest. Behind the wall in the next compartment, where the wife slept, everything was quiet, apparently sleeping. I had already begun to calm down, when suddenly I heard a distinct knock, then something knocked again. At first I did not understand where it came from and what kind of sounds it was, but then, transfixed, with my ear set against the wall, I heard sounds of fuss, I would even say some kind of struggle! The train slowed down, the knocking of the wheels became less frequent and I was able to discern the conversation! I heard my wife’s quiet but rather angry voice:
- “You ohrenel something? We did not agree to this? ”
- "Yes, relax, I will not hurt."
- "I said no!"
- "Baby, I will pay you generously for everything!" Please close your eyes and lift the handles up. ”
- “This is not for me ... ohhhh ... no ... oh ..." - the voice of the wife somehow strangely broke off!
- "Hush ... hush ... baby ... husband is far ... all is well ... hush" - Fat soothed
A couple of minutes later my wife's voice was heard again, only that hardness was no longer in him:
- "Do not! Sergei! Don't! ... don't ... let go ... it's not right ... oooh ... "
She spoke not loudly, probably, for some reason she was afraid to wake me and others.
- “A dream comes true idiot!” - I thought, and tried to quietly stand up.
- "But do not break you ... you will not lose anything, no longer a little ..." - whispered Sergei
- "Now the fat one, he prisunet her plump pod!" - exploded in my head! Doubt that there may be something more than a pod, I was not at that moment.
Events continued to evolve! The wife stopped arguing, only sobbed softly and moaned. Somehow she quickly gave up, did the promised cash reward play a key role? The fat man, apparently stripping her, was heard some kind of scuffling and the sounds of clothing being removed. The train finally stopped completely, and there was a deathly silence around, every single sound was now easily distinguishable. There were sounds of smacking, deep sighs that seemed so loud in the night silence. And here is her voice:
- “Enter me carefully and slowly, I don’t want to wake up the neighbors” - under the neighbors she had the appearance of me.
For a couple of minutes nothing happened, some sniffing and fussing was heard. Then he heard his wife's faint moan, which was painfully familiar to me with these sounds. Only now she was doing this with another little-known man.
- “What a tight you are!” - said Sergey, and as if in confirmation of his words his wife whined:
“God, what are you doing to me?” Ahhhh ... Oh God, is it not all? !!
Behind the wall, quiet, rhythmic, heavy sighs began to spread, alternating with subtle muffled feminine moans and the faint creaking of the lower shelf. Now behind the wall, in the next compartment, Sergey fucks, my favorite, and I sit I can not even move! I found a stupor, I still could not believe the reality of what was happening, the brain refused to believe the ears! There was a sense of resentment, jealousy, anger. I was angry at myself, at Vika that she hadn’t dismissed him and now she fucks with this fat man. Listening to what is happening, I was thrown into a fever, then in the cold,
besides, my body shook like a fever. The train resumed its movement, began to grow noise from knocking wheels, but copulation behind the wall, it became increasingly louder! Already, Sergei's movements have become more sweeping and stronger, clapping fast sounds are clearly added! As a buta seeing through the wall, I clearly presented the picture of this picture. The wife is naked or half-naked on the bottom shelf with her legs tucked up to the sides, and the healthy fat man, leaning over, cradles his cock with jerks, stretching my wife's tight little pussy.
- “Clap - Hloop-Hlop-Hloooop ...” - and in addition to these sounds my husband’s rather anxious moans sounded in unison. Sergei gradually began to build momentum and it turns out all this time, he did not introduce his penis to the end, until it stops. I physically felt right how my wife screamed in a silent scream, how her breath stopped, how she all huddled under the body of an overweight man. And as if hiccupping in time with the jolts penetrating her, she asked in a hoarse voice:
- "No, I can not, please stop ... please, I can not, that's enough ... enough ... enough ... easier ... oooh ...".
But these words sounded somehow stupid and false. The best refutation of these words was her own vagina, wet with excitement, squishing sounds could be heard even through the wall by the sound of wheels. And with what speed and ease a huge fat member entered into it, all this testified to one thing: - She receives from what is happening not a frail pleasure. By my years I had quite a lot of sexual experience, but I had never experienced anything like this before. Such feelings, this feeling is difficult to compare with something, this is a kind of psychological drug! It's one thing to watch or hear someone being fucked, with different perversions or not, in any case for you it is a stranger. It is quite another thing - when they have your wife, your dear person, your soul mate. It's one thing to dream about it, another thing - when it happens in real life, right under your nose, and you hear it all! A storm of feelings and emotions overwhelmed me. His breathing stopped altogether, incredible excitement, jealousy and a lot of hell knows what, the pulse is pounding in his head, some kind of incredible sweetness and languor spread all over his body. I heard that, but I wanted to see terribly, not having a special plan, I began to get out into the corridor as quietly as possible. But in the corridor I was disappointed, my neighbors' doors were tightly closed, leaving no chance even for the slightest crack. Meanwhile, the speed and tonality of the sounds in the coupe changed. Judging by the frequency of the claps and the stifled groans of the fat man, he was already on the way. I do not know if Victoria got an orgasm or not, but under the blows of a peasant, she no longer even moaned, but somehow howled wildly and whined. For about two minutes, he fucked her at such a pace, his wife had ceased to control herself and quite loudly on the entire compartment:
- “Don't stop, just a little more ... more ... more deeply ... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ... aaaaaaaa ... fuck Oh, yeah Oh! Yes! More fucking! Aaaaaa ... "
With a breath out, the man began to cum to his wife.
- “I hope they do it in a condom?” - flashed through my head.
The claps stopped, Vika stopped screaming, she moaned languidly, apparently enjoying her orgasm. Imagination painted me a woman tossing about with pleasure, pinned down by a huge male carcass.
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For some time, everything was quiet, apparently both needed time to recover. Not much coming out of the stupor, I quietly returned to my coupe, sensibly judging that having grown to other people's doors, an adult man in the middle of the night, looks rather suspiciously. Especially since the audibility from the corridor was worse. Judging by the sounds, Sergey got down from the supple body of my little wife, poured himself a glass of water, drank it in a gulp and pointedly said:
- “Good! I tried many different women, but for the first time such a candy ”- having waited not much and continued without waiting for an answer.
- “I didn’t understand from the past of our conversation, where is your husband now?” - at that moment I was still holding my ear to the wall.
The wife set in motion, and rising from the shelf in a very quiet voice said:
- “Hush!” Neighbors can hear. "- about my dream, my beloved worry -" Do you care about what you have with my husband? These are mine ... “- At this moment, the wheels of the train started knocking very loudly, and I heard nothing, and when the noise had subsided a bit, the fat man spoke again.
- "Well it's good! Well, does your husband love you? ”
- "Yes!"
- “And you love him?” - in a disbelieving voice.
- “Yes!” - with a confident and firm voice.
- “But to fuck and you love money even more!” - without asking how Sergei would sum up.
I directly felt how his wife, after his words, all boiled up and became indignant. She began to tell something about the temporary difficulties of all couples, that this was the case, she never changed and did not think to change. I stumbled as it were for the first time in my life. The fat man attentively listened to her, not interrupting, and when Vika finished speaking, in a mocking manner he left:
“Well, then that's another matter.” It changes everything!"
Having caught sarcasm in his tone, the wife wanted to start something to prove again, but having interrupted her in mid-sentence, Sergey continued in a conciliatory tone:
“Okay ... okay, calm down.” I propose to go to the dining car and there to drink something and eat. "
“I will not go anywhere, I want to sleep,” his wife murmured in an offended and capricious voice.
- “Vikus go, drink, eat, tell me what happened in your life?”
- “I am not hungry and do not want to drink, go yourself, fill your belly”
I know my wife well when she, as a child, begins to act up, say “no” to everything. She wants to get more attention in this way, so that they can talk, apologize. Then she kindly reluctantly agrees, although in fact she was originally only "FOR"
And so it happened this time, after five minutes she was dressing, making a marafet, slamming her cosmetic bag, rustling bags with clothes, the fat man went out for a smoke this time. Ten minutes later, apparently not waiting for Victoria, Sergey returned to the compartment:
“Well, you will be there soon, I have already ...” - his words broke off on the floor of the word, and then continued in a pleased tone.
- "Wow! Are you trying for me? ”
“Pfff, you think a lot about yourself,” but the wife’s voice was kind of playful.
- “YES YOU ARE PERFECTION! Now at night, I can’t sleep for a long time thinking about you!
- “Oh, what we are impressionable” - but the voice could be heard that she was pleased.
Episode 3: "Night debauchery"
They gathered and left, slamming the compartment, the footsteps began to move away. I was very much intrigued by the peasant's words, trying as quietly as possible, I pushed the doors aside, since the rail was moving rather quietly. Looking cautiously into the corridor, I saw them, they were almost at the end of the car. They moved one after another, the first was a fat man who seemed to be about to get stuck in a narrow corridor, and followed him ... when I looked closely, my breath stopped. I did not recognize my wife at first! She put on the shortest and most transparent dress that she had, she never wore it on people! I didn't even know that she took it with me. I always forbade her to wear this damn dress, the only exception was our house when Vika put it on for me. The dress was black, transparent with patterns, just barely covered her ass along the length, and if you bend over ... But she didn’t need to bend over, you can easily see through thin fabric, black panties with the letter “V” and a dark bra. On her feet she dressed elegant weekend shoes with high thin heels, and finished the image of a VIP whore, thighs covered with light stockings. How did I know that these are stockings, not tights? From there that fucking dress did not hide the edge of the gum, or even the straps of stockings, going up her thighs.
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To say that I was dumbfounded, confused, it is to say nothing. I thought that after so many years of marriage, I recognized my wife well. But I turned out to be very wrong if her fuck in the compartment could still be attributed, gritting my teeth, to the current situation, arranged by me, and the material reward promised by the fat man. Then her further initiative with disguise, in general, in any gate! I was sitting in a compartment, I even started to bite my nails from my nerves, and checked every five minutes to my watch, all wondering how long a trip to a restaurant car might take. But I was not so much worried when they would return, but more worried about what they would do when they returned ?!
I cherished the hope that more than once a night a physically fat man cannot, people with his build are not very famous for being experienced hardy lovers.
My throat was dry with excitement, and I myself did not notice how I drank two liters of mineral water in a short time. Ten minutes later I wanted to go to the toilet, I don’t know why, but I was afraid to meet my legal wife by chance! What would I have to do and say when I saw her in such an outfit and with an unfamiliar man? No, it is clear that to mark a lover, and insert Victoria's moral cunt, then a divorce and the whole end of the story. But I didn’t want to lose my wife, I still love her, and now, when she’s with another, I have felt it as never before, especially since it was all my fault. It is better to wait for the morning, to pretend that I did not hear anything that night, and to reconcile with my wife. With about such thoughts, I cautiously moved towards the toilet.
After leaving the toilet, for some reason I was in no hurry to return to my compartment, I stood and looked thoughtfully out the window, then ... I myself do not remember why. But I decided to move in the direction of the restaurant car, to see what they were doing there, for some reason there was no doubt that I could miss each other. Opening the door of the vestibule, I went to the junction between the two cars, everything roared and gnawed. The small area was shaking and winding from side to side. In addition, the wind was blowing everywhere, the train was going pretty fast. Who traveled in domestic trains, must remember that at the junction of cars, all the doors come with small windows in the middle. I took the handle and wanted to open the doors to the next car, as the picture I saw in the window made me stand still. Victoria, standing on her knees, right on the metal floor, licked Sergey's head. Fat man with his pants down, leaned his back on the wall, for my part, thereby revealing a good view from my window.
- “Well, here's a dream come true idiot! Wanted to see ?! Well, now look! ”- pounded in my head. I did not want to intervene, because I was afraid to lose my wife in the end.
I clearly saw everything that was happening with this, without fear of being noticed, there was a terrible crash and I was in complete darkness between the cars. Light bulbs burned in the vestibule, giving a dim light, but this light was quite enough. Everything that happened was from me at arm's length, if it weren't for the door, I could easily slap the fat man on the shoulder and pat his Vic. His dick was very long, much longer than mine, I was even pricked with a feeling of envy. He began to make attempts to go deeper, Victoria began to cough and choke, not knowing how to swallow such a huge member! After several unsuccessful attempts, the fat man put his plump hand on the female back of the head, preventing her from releasing the penis from his mouth, and set the right pace for the movements of her head. She had no choice but to push the painted lips wide apart and let him in. Member began to get deeper into the throat. From the approaching choking wife tried to lie back, but it was not there, by that time having crumpled her hair at the back of her head into a fist, he rather rudely started to fuck her in the mouth.
I could not believe in the reality of events, a meter from the door, a fat man rudely fucks my wife in my mouth, and I look and do nothing. There is no trace of former chic, I did not recognize my Victoria. All lipstick was smeared on the lips, mascara flowed around the eyes, one lust was read in the expression of the eyes. After some time, she no longer gasped for breath and rather confidently swallowed the penis almost to the very base, the thick round head of the penis entered deeply and reached the very throat. No wonder they say that in every woman somewhere in the depths of my soul there lives a whore, now looking at my wife I didn’t doubt this in the slightest. It is evident that she enjoyed it, that now in the vestibule, a peasant who is not familiar is giving blowjob. Sergey used her mouth for quite a long time, then letting go of the female nape, he stuck out the protruding member, not forgetting to slam them on the cheek a couple of times. Apparently he said something to her, his wife rose from her knees, then I noticed that her knees were almost completely erased! The stockings were holed in the knees, and the skin around it was scratched and red. Probably, when she stood on the floor, she knelt on the iron with her knees. Without much ado, the fat man turned his back to him, and pushing him to the door with handrails, like an obedient doll tilted his wife in the letter “G” pose. Rolling the top of an already short dress on the back, with a quick movement pushed the narrow strip of panties to the side, he began to cast his penis into the woman. Surprisingly, the long term began to enter easily, into his wife's heated and wet pussy, and this was already the second time. Only when a member is almost completely entered, his wife's face was distorted in a short painful grimace, and her mouth opened in a silent scream. But after a few pushes, biting her lower lip, the wife herself began to throw her hips to the meeting. He could do whatever he wanted with her, although he did everything he wanted with her.
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Around me there was a terrible noise, and to hear at least some sounds were not possible. Sergei began to make at first small fictions with his pelvis, each time increasing the frequency and depth of penetration. Literally a minute later, he rather abruptly and with force already hammered his dick into Victoria. Under the increasing blows, she almost fell forward, grabbing the rail on the doors in time. Then, having spread her legs wider and holding her handhold more tightly on the handrail, she somehow adapted herself to the powerful pushes from a man who was exactly two times bigger and heavier than her. To my shame, I masturbated and was preparing to finish the second time. From the side, the picture was terribly exciting, a beautiful miniature woman in stockings on high heels with legs spread to the sides, standing with cancer with a tattered dress, and behind her pulls a fat, healthy man. Yes, so tight, that my poor wife, after another such push, her legs began to lift off the ground, and she herself for a moment hung in the air strung on the penis like a butterfly on a pin. And he did it slowly and even with
some taste, occasionally splashing with one hand on Victoria's elastic ass, and
then, with the same hand, she masterly felt her breasts through the dress.
Sergey gradually began to accelerate his movements with his pelvis back and forth, not forgetting the female breast, for this he pushed off the calyx of a black lace bra and greedily crushed my wife's naked boobs. Fat guy this night snatched a whole jackpot, he fucked a beautiful woman with a gorgeous figure, a round ass, elastic thighs, to everything it was not just a beautiful woman, but also someone's wife, my wife. From his contented and red face, one can safely say that from all this he caught a good buzz! Again, the male ass moved back, a little faster went forward, back again, then again quickly forward. Wife on not solid legs continued to stand in the pose of the letter "G", carefully pushing away from the handrail on the doors, thereby increasing the depth of penetration of the male organ into itself. Her beautiful breasts, from the inverted cups of the bra, were funny dangling back and forth to the beat of Sergey. When the speed of fucking my beloved, became similar with the speed of a jackhammer!
Victoria, shaken by the blows of a penis against her crotch, was barely balanced on her heels, besides, the carriage swayed strongly when the train was moving! He had to balance his beloved, every now and then, wagging with his beautiful ass left-right, sometimes almost nipping off from the member scurrying around in it. But the fat man firmly held his wife by the buttocks and all these wiggling hips, only amused him. The man, though he had problems with excess weight, but he moved quite easily and quickly, for about twenty minutes he was treating a woman standing with cancer, not only without pausing, but also continuing to build up momentum. Ramming her faster and harder, enjoying her gorgeous body, squeezing her delicious ass with her paws and looking like from each of his push, a microwave is running along her buttocks! I also stopped looking at the ass of his wife, admiring how the elastic hemispheres flinch and shudder from shocks. To my shame, I like a pimply teen masturbating, secretly spying on adults.
The fat man turned out to be quite an experienced trakhar, I even had a suspicion crept in that my beloved was not the first woman who had led to him, seeing in him something else besides being overweight. He brought Victoria to the next orgasm, I had no doubt that there were several of them, she was shaking a few times already, her whole body was compressed, she bit her lips and squeezed the handrail on the doors to the white knuckles. Then, limp, almost exhausted, almost fell on the metal floor. But Sergey, as a real predator, firmly held my wife for the female bulges, not letting her fall. Without stopping for a minute, not giving at least some respite to the woman, he continued to fuck her with some bestial passion.
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My head Vikuly, weakly wound from side to side, rarely, she turned her face to Sergei and tried to say something to him. The noise of the wind and the sound of the wheels did not give me anything to hear, but even so it was clear that she asked for a break, but in her eyes there was so much lust! It was a shame that with me my wife never received so many orgasms in a row, no matter how hard I tried, but I was far from the level of this hidden sex giant. Tired, with dripping mascara from tears of happiness, with a wet back and a wet face from sweat, she continued to stand on her feet by a miracle, surrendering herself to a more experienced and insatiable male. Continuing to let in a member of another man, the emotions on his wife's face changed every minute. The expression on his face had just been tired, suffering a moment later, his face was becoming enthusiastically happy. Fat was still a living man, and not a machine, apparently, that would stretch his orgasm, he began to almost completely remove a member from Victoria, and sweeping it back with sweeping movements. At that moment it seemed to me that my wife was about to fly out of the car with the doors. Her body was not just shaking, there was some chaos in the movements, it was like some kind of “harlem shake” from the fuck. The man, with his mouth open, was breathing heavily, pulling his wife by the hips, began to finely trot his fat ass. Then, strongly twitching, quickly pulled his penis out of my beloved's lap and began to throw out, shoot at the female ass and back abundant portions of viscous fluid! At this time, my lustful little wife, bent her head and neck, as if her muscles cramped, and with her round, tanned ass, clutching her hairy thighs with her hands, on the contrary, tried to implant on his cock! Her mouth opened wide in the lingering:
- “Ahhhh ... ahhhhh ..."
And only lately, I realized what was wrong. There was no condom on his cock! He fucked my wife without a gum! His chest felt uncomfortably cold, his heart pounded wildly in his chest, there was chaos in his head - from fright to terrible agitation. It is difficult to put into words my state at that moment. Sergey jerked for the last time and immediately went limp, stood for a minute without moving, then breathing heavily, moved a few steps away from Victoria, took out cigarettes from his jacket and lit a cigarette. Immediately after the fat man let go of my wife, she is not even trying to straighten up, standing in all her glory with open genitals. Her vagina was broken in the truest sense of the word, her labia were sore and red, and her entire perineum was wet with juice and sweat. Then she straightened her panties as she did, not forgetting to lower her dress back onto her buttocks. Without paying the slightest attention to the sperm in which her buttocks, back and dress were.
The man was smoking at that time, feeling with satisfaction his eyes on the conquered body of an alien wife. His shirt and almost all his clothes were wet, he gladly scratched his sweaty eggs, his cock had already begun to fall off slowly. Victoria, having closed her legs, right on the metal floor, leaned over, tiredly back on the door, near which she was fucked hard five minutes ago. Only now in her eyes began to appear some understanding of what had happened. Pulling up the nervously gown, she tried not to stare at the man with her eyes, she was tormented by a belated sense of shame.
Hiding his sausage back in his pants, smoking a cigarette and throwing it right on the floor, Sergei walked over to the sitting woman on the floor, who closed his eyes and breathed heavily, recovering himself. At that moment I wanted to go in and regret my wife, but my mind was enough not to do it, and it seemed more like what she really liked. The train continued to rush at speed, the crash was terrible, I did not hear what he said to my wife. But after a couple of minutes, the man leaned slightly, lifted my spouse from the floor like a feather and put his strength on his feet. Already when she stood, not surely swaying on her heels, held by a fat man, I was able to assess the consequences after this animal copulation. Torn stockings, wrinkled and crooked dress, disheveled hair, all in heavy dark streaks and face smeared in lipstick. Yes, and the traces of the male seed in many parts of the body and clothes were visible even to me through the glass.
I was returning to my compartment on wadded legs, my whole body was exhausted, it seemed to me that I, too, was a participant in this fuck, I was so much overwhelmed with fatigue. Immediately in the compartment, I fell like a dead weight on my bed and plunged into sweet oblivion. I remembered all the subsequent events in pieces. Through slumber, I heard my wife and her neighbor return to the compartment. Once again, sweet slumber, a couple of times someone would come out and go into a compartment, again not clear sounds, then silence. Already through a dream, I seemed to hear the voice of my wife, who called me to her, although I most likely had a dream about it.
Episode 4: "Morning Morning"
I opened my eyes from the fact that my neighbor Dedok shook my shoulder. When I didn’t understand what he wanted from me, I automatically glanced at the clock, noting that it was only 6:30 by the time the train arrived at the final point at 12:00. Already after a while, slightly after I came to sleep, I realized that my neighbor was leaving in an hour, at the next station, and he needed his bag, which he had stuffed in a luggage compartment on my side. It is extremely difficult and inconvenient to sleep when you are noisy with bags all the time, run around here, opening the doors. I got out of bed and began to look out the window, now at the fussing neighbor, scrolling through my head last night. To admit at memories in a groin pleasantly ached. Behind the wall at this time, too, some movement began, first the sliding door slammed a couple of times, then it was heard that someone was collecting their things. It was not difficult to guess that this is my wife's companion, he collects his earrings. When I realized that in an hour, the fat man would get off at the station, neither I nor my wife, we would never see him again, I immediately felt somehow easy in my heart. My neighbor tried to keep up the conversation a couple of times, but my sleepy and irritated face, which was clearly written, my reluctance to communicate, worked better than any words, and he left me alone, starting to silently leaf through his book. Soon after the wall, voices were heard, I did not hear the words, but by intonation, it was clear that there was some kind of argument between my wife and her traveling companion. Then, somehow strangely and quickly everything was quiet. I just languished from the desire to lean my ear against the wall, but a neighbor was sitting next to me.
Five more minutes passed, at first I thought that I could hear echoes of yesterday’s noises, but the more I listened, I was convinced that these were not echoes in my head. Still cherishing a faint hope that it seems to me, I decided to lie back on my sleeping shelf and casually lean my ear against the wall. With a caricature yawn, I lay down on my back with my head against the window, leaning my left ear against the septum, my audibility immediately improved, and I began to discern what was happening.
- "Ltd! Ay! Ltd! Ah! ”My wife quietly moaned.
- “Ufff ... yhhh ... ehhh - fat man puffed in unison.
As at night, the creaking of a bed could be heard. Judging by the frequency of sighs and the creak of the shelf, they were just starting, trying to make as little noise as possible.
“Tisheee ... ohhh ... hear ... quieter not so much ayyy ...” my wife whispered passionately to a stranger who was now slowly taking her leave behind the wall.
Inside I was going to hell knows what, wild excitement, anger, jealousy, resentment. One question was spinning in my head: “Yes, how much is possible?” - but there was no one to ask him. I wanted a fat man to fuck my little wife for a road, please, he had no particular problems with this. There was a feeling that now my beloved is ready, at first demand to spread her legs in front of this Sergey. Okhi and ahah behind the wall continued, changing that louder, then quieter tonality, sometimes I could discern the sounds of slapping male eggs, about the fucking pussy of my wife. I was wildly excited, unable to lie and listen anymore, with a red face I jumped out of bed and went out into the corridor, trying not to meet my gaze with my neighbor. Standing in the corridor, I looked out the window and tried to take a breath, after a while, having calmed down a bit, I looked around. While there was no one in the corridor, those not many passengers who would soon leave, now sat in their compartments, and most of them were still asleep. At that moment I heard, albeit muffled, but rather loud female moans, turning into a cry of orgasm. It was so strange to know that your wife was screaming, but didn’t even think about it, somehow interrupt them. I froze, and listened carefully, but without hearing anything, walked right up to the sliding doors, and put my ear on it. I immediately heard better, I was so wound up that I already didn’t care if someone in the hallway saw me or not. Though his wife’s orgasm ended, the sounds of continuing sex were clearly heard. After some time, the female moans began to grow again, she clearly approached the second orgasm. Then there was a small pause where the fat man commanded:
“Come on, let's become cancer!” - the sounds of fuss were heard, my darling, without any particular objection, became in the correct position. But after a couple of minutes, something apparently went wrong as she expected:
- “Sergey is not ... No! ... No ...!" - his wife repeated in a frightened voice.
I could not understand what is happening inside the door? And Victoria continued:
- "Sergei! Do not. Seregey, I ask, "- she didn’t ask, she begged, -" Seryozhenka, I don’t have to, Serezhaaaaaaaaa ... let go ... iiiiii "
As if not hearing the women's screams, which were now quite loud, there was no longer any doubt that the neighbors could hear everything. The fat man continued to repeat the same thing dumbly:
- “Now, Vikulya ... now ... everything will be fine ... well ... be patient a little more ... now ..."
- “Fuck me! Oh, fuck! Oh, shit !!! RELEASE HURT !!! Aaaa ... mmmmm ... "- my wife screamed already with a foul language.
At that moment I was very scared for my wife, in my memory she never cursed like that. Not understanding what I was doing, I began to open the doors more at the level of reflexes. I didn’t even have time to understand and be surprised when the doors withdrew easily to the side a couple of centimeters, revealing to me a small overview in the compartment. Sergey himself forgot the doors or did not consider it necessary to close them, but he set the latch. I wanted to continue to continue to break to the aid of my beloved, but the picture I saw led me to a complete stupor.
In the compartment was twilight, the windows were tightly curtained curtains, but not much light penetrated through them. At first I saw the general outlines of copulating bodies, it took me a while to get my eyes used to the darkness. Then I saw Sergey's lying clothes on the floor, his wife’s blue panties, which were not cheap, I recently decided to give her a gift. He did not even bother to remove them, but simply tore it and threw it aside. The owner of the linen was on the bed and was FULLY Naked! She stood on her knees, exposing her ass, and behind her pulled a fat man. For my part, they were half-sided to me, their faces closer in the direction of the doors, the angle of observation was not quite bad. I clearly saw Sergey moving his hips with accurate movements, penetrating into Vika. Her breasts swayed in time with his movements, her eyes were closed, her mouth was covered with a man's palm, but even through this shaggy hand, there were muffled and hysterical cries of pain.
I did not immediately understand why the moans of my wife were so strange and not even pleasant! They were very different from the night! At first glance, everything was the same as yesterday, probably, even more gently it was now! Standing on his feet, Sergey handled his wife's ass, which was rather conveniently located on a sleeping bed. With his left hand, he held Vika by the shock of his hair, forcing him to back her back. He launched his second hand through her under his arm, as if he were hugging her by the body and covering the female mouth with his palm. He made quite, smooth and cautious movements, but even with such a careful entry of the member inside the woman, she arched her back, twitching, trying to break free from the tenacious embrace of the man. At night, when he tarabanil her, with it, in a fairly quick and tough form, she herself still waved to meet him, and now Vika was more like a girl, who had everything for the first time crouched in fear. She whined whined from every thrust, occasionally breaking out on a scream. The sounds were muffled by a man’s palm, but they still came out pretty loud! Looking at the face of my beloved, I began to guess what was going on here. There was a grimace of pain on her face, tears were rolling down her cheeks, there was complete despair in her eyes! Belatedly, I noticed a pillow, planted under her belly, and these sounds. It even seemed to me that she was trying to scream my name and call me for help. Last doubts he threw back the tube with some kind of cream, lying on the next bed. Fat man had my spouse in the ass!
I just ohrenel from such arrogance! As so, I am the lawful husband so much she begged, misguided and often received a refusal. And then the first comer freely uses her whole body. How did he manage to deceive or persuade her? Knowing his wife, she would not have agreed for herself, although probably he did not ask for permission. The mood is completely spoiled. It was hard to believe, but it was so. My wife for the last ten hours, like the last whore in all holes, fucked another man. Sergey, slowly, even somehow already routinely fucked Vika, gradually increasing the speed and depth of penetration. I, with humility, stood by and looked at my naked spouse, wriggling in the close embrace of an unfamiliar and completely naked man. A couple of times people came out of their compartments, I don’t know if they heard or not the moans of my beloved, but they looked in my direction with curiosity. I did not care, I looked, not looking up, only catching some movement in the corridor out of the corner of my eye.
Vicky's throat could be heard breaking and bubbling sounds! It was not clear, she finally began to enjoy sex, or she had a painful shock? After making sure that his partner was not shouting to the whole carriage yet, he removed his hands, allowing the woman to fall forward limply along with his body. Grabbing with both hands, her ass upturned to the top, he quickly began to fuck my wife in the ass, helping himself to push her hips to meet her with both hands.
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Gradually, besides her plaintive whining, from her mouth, notes of lust and growing passion began to be heard. Moreover, she found the strength to rise and rest on her elbows. With her mouth wide open, apparently she lacked air, she did not stare at one point with a blinking gaze, raking up the sheets with her hands. Sergey increased the pace and pressure, he fought, my wife is already with all possible force driving his penis to the full depth. It was well heard slapping eggs about her buttocks. From his blows, she leaned slightly forward, her chest frantically dangling back and forth, her mouth was wide open, a languid, drawn-out moan escaped from him with a slight howling. But her gaze remained somehow hazy and even lifeless, she kept on looking at one point with a blinking eye, I had never seen Victoria in such a state! I seriously began to fear not only for the physical but also the psychological health of my wife! Her breasts swayed beautifully for the last time and stood still, their naked bodies in a compartment frozen. I did not even immediately realize that this was almost all. Everything happened quickly, quietly and without any emotions. There was silence, only the fat man’s sniff was heard. He pressed against my wife's bottom and jerked finely. Vika, too, froze, with a curved back, publishing a barely audible "oh" and "ah." He finished right in her ass! The time for me at that moment stopped. Finally, he finished and pulled away from Vicky, holding his dick in his hand. He fucked her in the ass, too, without a condom!
Looking ahead, I will say that it was he who really got excited. His cock was a rather unpleasant, and even nasty sight! Therefore, it is better for people with a gentle psyche to skip the next paragraph, since the situation described further does not only excite, but on the contrary, will cause disgust in most people.
Almost all his dick was smeared with brown liquid feces, mixed with sperm! On the head of the penis, all this stuff was the most, but the most disgusting happened later, when the fat man began to nervously clean his napkins. Dry wipes, they were not cleaned as much as they stuck to the dirty skin of the organ and then it was hard to tear them off. But when he pulled off the skin, exposing the head of the penis, I almost vomited right in the corridor from what I saw! From under the peel of the penis began to appear quite large clumps of shit! Add to this the terrible smell of their compartment, then I think the next time he thinks ten times before engaging in anal sex, without permission and proper preparation of this place. What was going on with my wife is difficult for me to say, she was lying on her bed without any movement. And there was no desire to watch such a frank and nasty picture, I hurried to return to my bed, especially since the intermediate station was already close.
The neighbor was still sitting in his place, but when he saw me, he happily informed me that “I HAVE MISSED THERE! There behind the wall engaged in sex! What people have become possessed with and all the sacred have lost! ”And his very face is blushing, his eyes are burning! I didn’t have a desire to communicate with him now, I just muttered briefly that I also heard something in the corridor. Flickering his tongue, a neighbor threw his burden and left me, saying goodbye, leaving at his station. What happened to my wife behind the wall, I did not listen, and did not want to. The train, again began to gradually pick up speed, pounded the wheels, thereby lulling me. Already falling asleep, I glanced at my watch, estimating that I could sleep for two more hours.
Episode 5: "Talking Hard"
Waking up from knocking the conductor at the door, I quickly collected my things and moved to visit my wife. The mood was surprisingly, if not raised, then somehow exciting. Having knocked several times in the compartment, no one opened up for me, I knocked again, and then no sound! I already in panic pulled the door, afraid not to see my wife, but she was there! Her appearance was of course rumpled, dressed in a tracksuit, without any makeup on her face, with red eyes and black circles near her eyes, she was sitting by the window, with a detached face looking at the flickering landscapes outside the window. Morning Anal Marathon apparently strongly knocked her out of a rut. Pretending that I did not notice anything strange in her appearance, having made the tone as indifferent as possible, I began to speak, they say, let's get ready, stop sulking. I said something else and said, and she sat silently looking out of the window in thought. When I finally fell silent, she paused, in a dry voice answered me:
- "I know that you saw everything, I saw you peeping near the door!"
- "I do not ... do not what !?" - still hoping to pull over the fool.
“He made me forcefully, I tried to scream!” And you stood and watched your wife being raped !? What are you after this man? - with a challenge, looking straight into my eyes.
Then there was a rather difficult conversation between us. I was seriously enraged when my manhood began to be poured over with mud. No, I would not argue that I am a sick pervert who likes to watch his wife fuck. But claim that I could not protect her? From whom? From the man she recently sucked and copulated with him like an animal? Unable to withstand her attacks in his address, I launched a retaliatory offensive, telling what I had seen and heard before was completely different. Where everything happened by mutual consent and even for a cash reward! To which Vika, surprised by riveting his already surprised eyes, did not know what to say to me! It was possible to stop at this, but I could not restrain myself, splashing out everything that had accumulated over the whole night. I told the same way that I saw what a fucking thing she was doing on the vestibule with this fat man!
- “And after all this, you dare to reproach me and make a victim of myself !?” I asked her in an angry voice.
- “I don’t know what you are talking about?” - now the wife was pretending to be a fool.
- “What you do not know, I saw and heard everything! Especially you did not interfere, it was interesting how much, you can fall low! - continuing my angry tirade, I just drove all the anger on her.
Although to be honest, it was not fair on my part, to completely blame her in everything. But at that moment I was angry with the whole world. The frightened wife was sitting in the corner, and shyly hiding her eyes, she remained silent. And I didn’t stop at all ...
- "Whore, how much did you earn overnight?" How long have you become a prostitute? ”- I already was in vain. After these words, my wife burst into tears and covered her face with her own hands, began crying hysterically, repeating everything - “I didn’t want ... I didn’t want ... I didn’t” - only after that I began to recover.
Looking at her weeping wife, at the fragile feminine shoulders shaking from sobs, her body is curled up in a prickly lump, in such a way as if fencing itself off from the whole evil world. () My anger instantly vanished, giving way to pity and unprecedented tenderness for this person, loved and loved by me. I sat down beside her, as much as I could, began to reassure me, saying that she was my dearest thing in this life, and I just loved her madly. Having calmed down and somehow reconciled, we decided so far not to touch the incident that night, postponing the conversation for a more appropriate and relaxed atmosphere. Arriving at the destination and leaving this ill-fated train, we breathed a sigh of relief, getting rid of the views of our neighbors, in which contempt and reproach were read. Already in a taxi, I was mentally glad that the worst was now left behind. I was glad that Vika did not leave me alone when she noticed that I was spying on her, moreover, I even managed to make myself a victim, injured by an unfaithful wife. It was tempting to tell her the whole truth that all the events happened with my filing, that a lot of things were specially arranged by me. But I decided not to risk it, not knowing how my darling would react to it. The end of the story.