Introduction from the husband Recently, while talking about memorable and unusual sexual experiences, my wife reminded me of another adventure in a train compartment. Wow, I'd completely forgotten about it. She started recalling details, and I remembered some of them too, so I decided to commit the experience to paper. As I was writing, I realized it would be easier for me to persuade my wife to write the part of the story about the events that took place without my presence. I would then write the introduction and then describe the events in which I had already participated. So, it all started like this: my wife and I had already bought train tickets to St. Petersburg—we were planning to go to another meeting at a higher-level organization. Yes, it was May! Then I got a call, first from the head of the repair department at the head office, and then from the deputy director of the representative organization in the Moscow region. The problem was this: the Muscovites needed to have a batch of equipment repaired in the next few days, and their special device—a test bench for identifying faults in printed circuit boards—had broken. The factory was temporarily out of stock, and the closest city to the capital with one was ours. We needed to get this test bench to the Muscovites immediately, otherwise they'd disrupt some city program, and they'd be in trouble. They vowed to cover all expenses and were willing to book and immediately pay for a single room at a hotel almost nearby. There was no way I could ignore this request. My wife and I decided to cancel my ticket, and she would go to St. Petersburg alone. I would take the next available train to Moscow. And, of course, we would also take a return ticket from the capital. And then we got lucky – I managed to get a return ticket on the same train my wife would be taking back from St. Petersburg. True, it was a reserved seat, but what's the big deal when my wife is traveling in a compartment. As a result of these “machinations,” I left for the capital a couple of days earlier than my wife left for St. Petersburg, and 5 days after her departure for St. Petersburg, we were supposed to reunite on the return train. The Muscovites kept all their promises faithfully. I spent just one day there, hoping to "spy" on some trick they use when repairing circuit boards. And I did, I remembered, I took note. And the rest of the days I simply strolled around the capital. The next time I showed up was before I left. The train from St. Petersburg to Moscow takes 7-9 hours. The Muscovites took me to the station, and soon I was hugging my wife on the platform. But! Before that, about a couple of hours after leaving St. Petersburg, my wife called and briefly outlined the situation. She was sharing a compartment with three fairly young guys, apparently between 28 and 32 years old, and they were paying their traveling companion (my wife) extra attention, clearly hoping for sex. My wife wasn't opposed to having sex with them either, so she was asking my permission. I wondered if my wife's ass was ready for sex; it was unlikely these guys would ignore that sweet spot. My wife replied that while she was waiting for the train in St. Petersburg, she had stumbled upon a small sex shop in the station building and even bought a couple of toys. One of them turned out to be a butt plug, slightly larger in diameter than the one we already had. And there was some kind of colored stone at the end. So by the time we talked, my wife had already emptied her ass and had already inserted this plug. Yes, my wife is prudent. What could I do in this situation? The right thing to do—just give my approval for another sexual adventure. And now I am handing over the “pen” to my wife, reserving the right of literary editing. What the wife told I was talking to my husband from the restroom, right after I'd gotten my ass ready and inserted a butt plug. I had no doubt that he'd let me take advantage of the opportunity. Plus, sex on a train was unusual, exciting, and very arousing for me. I'd rarely had the chance to ride a train, and sex on one was a rare occurrence. My husband asked me on the phone if I had enough condoms in my purse for this adventure. Unfortunately, I only had two. After some thought, I decided that all four of us were adults, and we all understood that sex was perfectly possible. So, when I returned to the compartment, I told the guys that my husband had given me permission to have sex with them. You should have seen the look on their faces! They were delighted by the news, but they were far more surprised by my announcement. I briefly explained to them how things worked in our family. Once the surprise wore off, I asked, "How are you doing with condoms?" Unfortunately, they just shrugged their shoulders—they didn't have any condoms at all. I was already desperate for sex, but I was even more reluctant to pick up anything from them. And I didn't have any Miramistin with me. Of course, I could have called my husband again and asked him to buy the required number of condoms, but I didn't want to wait a few more hours before meeting him. Plus, there was a risk that my husband would buy tires instead of asking me to buy tires (just kidding). I was already quite aroused by the mere presence of three guys in a closed compartment and our conversations with them, alluding to sex. And the guys even took every excuse to touch me with their hands. It seemed innocent, but they'd touch my butt, grab my hand near my chest, and manage to hold me in such a way that their hand would inevitably touch my breast. One time, I "carelessly" bent over, and my T-shirt came off my body, revealing my breasts to one of the guys. He reached out, grabbed my T-shirt, and pulled it down even further, completely exposing my breasts. He then turned to his friends, "Look, she's not wearing a bra!" Of course, when I bent over, I knew he'd see my breasts, but I never expected him to completely expose my breasts. I stood there, confused, with my breasts exposed, for a few seconds. But I got my revenge! I opened my drawer, bent low, and started fiddling with my suitcase. I knew that in this position, my short skirt was showing them part of my butt and both my holes. And it was a total nightmare: I hadn't had sex for a week! So my arousal was already very high. But I had to solve the problem somehow: my arousal was battling with my fear of infection. The guys were all married—I'd already found that out. So I decided to scare them, so they wouldn't think sex with me was too easy. I told them that each of them had to show me their passport, and I would write down that information and your phone numbers. And if I discovered within three or four days of returning home that I'd contracted an infection from them, I'd tell them, and they'd pay for my treatment and emotional suffering. And if they didn't, I'd tell their wives about this adventure on the train. After that, I gave them five minutes to think about it and proudly walked out of the compartment. And when I returned, the passports were lying in a stack on the table. They only asked: "How much would I charge them?" We discussed the amount - I don't remember how much, because I didn't get anything from them, but I kept the paper with their information for some time - I really enjoyed sex with them, and I hoped that someday we would come to St. Petersburg and call them to meet and have sex. Once all the formalities were settled, they literally pounced on me. They snatched me from the shelf, stood me up, and literally 15-20 seconds later I was completely naked. And no wonder: they ripped off my T-shirt, pulled down my skirt—and that was it, I was completely naked. I wasn't wearing underwear. Six of the guys began actively groping me in every possible attractive place. While they were exploring my body, they complimented various parts of it—my breasts, my butt, and so on. But they were especially delighted by my smooth bikini area. Before leaving St. Petersburg, I carefully shaved my pubic area, pussy, and butt—just in case. And chance came and rewarded me with unforgettable sex. As the saying goes: whoever wants it, will always find it! And when one of the guys stuck his fingers in my pussy, he exclaimed with admiration, showing my fingers to the others: "Look!" She's dripping like a slut! And I had no argument; I was dripping like a slut. And I felt like a total slut. The guys asked me to take some photos. I was so turned on that I abandoned my principles and agreed! Looking ahead, I'll say that sex with the guys was pretty rough. No one asked my opinion, no one asked my desires, and no one cared about my satisfaction. The guys were thinking about themselves and their own pleasure. I was twisted in various positions, pinched, my nipples twisted, my breasts squeezed painfully, my hair pulled, my arms twisted and twisted, I was slapped, I was spanked hard on my ass, pussy, and breasts, I had cocks shoved into my mouth, down my throat, dicks slapped against my lips, against my cheeks... And the way they called me obscene names! I love swearing during sex. It adds a powerful additional arousal. And I obediently submitted to all of it. Firstly, I understood long ago that in sex, a woman is always submissive, that she is a toy in the hands of her partners, created for men to always satisfy all their desires and fantasies with her. And secondly, I have rough sex like that sometimes. So I have experience, and it's very positive; I like that kind of sex too, so I didn't experience anything particularly new or completely unpleasant this time either. I was submissive, but at the same time I was experiencing wild arousal. The pain they were causing me wasn't extreme, it was just the right level when pain becomes sweet. And my submissiveness also gave me additional arousal. It—the arousal—was building at a furious rate, and I came periodically. My orgasms were sweet, long, and deep. And what screams and moans emanated from me! How passionately I begged the guys not to stop, to continue... First, as usual, they took turns fucking me in the mouth (they didn't even entertain the thought for a second that I wasn't into oral sex), with one of them always fingering my clitoris or fingering me. Again, without asking me, they held my head and forcefully shoved their cocks deep into my throat. Then it was time for my slut: they used her in various positions and in various places—on a shelf, on a table, and on the floor, where they'd spread a mattress. They kept the butt plug inside me, and when there were two cocks in my slut, I felt like I was about to be torn apart, down to my navel. But it was such an indescribable pleasure that it erupted into wild, loud sounds. However, they quickly gagged me, and I could barely scream anymore, only moaning. The guys finished in the usual way: they put me on my knees on the floor and let me take turns stroking their cocks, which I had to keep in my mouth. When they started to cum, they pulled them out of my mouth and the guys came, trying to get their loads in my open mouth with my tongue hanging out. Some of the sperm got in, but a lot of it shot past my mouth onto my face and hair. I realized later that my face was the main target of their shots. I think the sex lasted about 45 minutes, maybe even a little longer, but how much energy we all expended in that time! And how many wonderful orgasms I had! When the last guy ejaculated all over my face and the show was over, all four of us collapsed and lay motionless for about 15-20 minutes, resting. I was in such a wonderful euphoria, my body ached, my spanked buttocks burned, and inside... inside me there was a fire, everything was burning and pulsing. It's hard to describe, but I was completely content, completely satisfied, and for a while I didn't even want to think about sex. But then my strength started to return, everyone started moving and wanted coffee. They shoved two cups into my hands and sent me to the boiler for boiling water. I had already opened the compartment door, and only then did I remember (or realize) that I was completely naked, and with cum on my face and in my hair. I looked out into the hallway – no one was there, and, waving my hand, I went to get the boiling water. Then there was the second trip with two more mugs, and on the way back to my compartment, a man came out of another compartment to meet me. Seeing me, he said, "Oh, we've got Hella walking around here! And where's her Master?" I quickly came to my senses (my husband had recently made me read Bulgakov's The Master and Margarita) and replied, "If I bite you, you'll turn into a vampire!" And my Masters are in the compartment. The man laughed and made way for me. While we were drinking coffee, the guys, as usual, started asking me what I thought about the sex we'd just had. And I don't really enjoy that kind of conversation... What did you like? What didn't you like? Did you like the way I bit your boob? If you tell him you liked it, he'll be biting you all the time. So I quickly ended the conversation, saying I was thrilled, I liked everything, it was all great, and I hoped there would be more. And then I asked a counter-question: Why did you ignore the butt plug? The guys reassuringly said that would be in the second episode. Moscow was only five hours away, or a little less. And I realized I wouldn't be getting any sleep that night. We decided to play a little card game, like the Fool. First, just for fun, then for wishes. But everyone was naked anyway, and no one was in the mood for sex yet, so the wishes were pretty much the same: suck the winner's dick (that's if I lost), give me oral sex (that's if I won), walk down the hallway to the restroom and back naked/naked, stand in the hallway for 5 minutes naked/naked. I took a chance and made a wish for the next guy who lost to suck another guy's dick. That was the end of the game. But walking naked down the hallway, and especially standing there a couple of times under the gaze of other passengers, I got very aroused again. I finally decided to get some sleep because my boyfriends weren't ready for another one yet. I asked them to be quiet, turned off the lights in the compartment, and was just beginning to nod off when my husband called. I didn't feel like getting up, getting dressed, or going to the bathroom, so I talked to him while lying on the bunk. He, naturally, was interested in how things were going, and I told him everything in more or less detail. And then I suddenly realized I was starting to leak again. And the more I told him, the more aroused I became. I even started to gently masturbate myself with my fingers. As soon as the conversation ended, all the guys instantly appeared on my bunk, and it all began! They heard everything and saw me caressing my clitoris. So their arousal returned, too. This time they started gently: they kissed my lips, my neck, my ears, my breasts, they tugged at my clit, they turned me around on a shelf and, with my legs raised, they performed cunnilingus while letting me suck someone's dick. It all felt very good, and I came several times. When the guys had played enough, they put me on all fours on the floor again, finally took out my butt plug, I took out my tube of lube, and they started taking turns fucking me in the ass, only in it, regularly replacing each other. They fucked me with a furious speed and great pressure. They started twisting my arms behind my back again, holding my hair, they threw my head back, they spanked my ass with all their might, and then they started fucking me in the mouth too. Then they inserted the butt plug into my slut and arranged it so that there was a dick in my ass, a dick in my mouth, and both the plug and the dick in my pussy. And again they called me obscene words, and I responded with the same. At some point, all my dicks came out, they made me kneel between the shelves and told me that if I wanted to continue, I had to persuade the guys to fuck me. They had fun like this for about 10-15 minutes, forcing me to call myself all sorts of obscene words. And they demanded that I persuade them to fuck me further, harder and harsher, and show them my already fucked holes. Sometimes they goaded me with slaps, sometimes they slapped my pussy or tits with their palms, they made me lie on my back, spread my legs wide, put them on the shelves and masturbate my clit, while telling them my sexual fantasies. And they themselves masturbated their dicks, not letting them fall. I must admit, all this turned me on very much, and I happily joined in the game. To play along with them, I sometimes deliberately answered their questions incorrectly, and earned myself a spanking on the ass or pussy, or received a slap in the face. Then they opened the compartment door wide, positioned me facing the door, and fucked me three times, in my ass and my slit (using a butt plug), while the third member was in my mouth. I don't know if the man who had already met me in the hallway while I was carrying the boiling water heard my screams and moans, or if he was having insomnia, but he suddenly appeared in the doorway of our compartment. He watched me being fucked for a while, listened to my screams, and politely asked me to stay in our compartment and watch the spectacle to the end. There was no room on the berth near the entrance, so the guest crawled along the berth to the window, where he wouldn't bother anyone, and calmly watched the sexual spectacle unfolding before him. A train compartment is certainly a bit cramped for group sex. Meanwhile, my guys shoved a butt plug into my ass. They shoved two cocks into my hot, wet, and fucked-out slut, and a third quickly entered my mouth. It didn't so much penetrate as burst into my mouth, which I had already opened wide, and then down my throat. The cocks periodically switched places, and the guys turned me either facing them or with my back to them. They didn't forget to spank me on the ass or on my poor, fucked-out slut. As it turned out later, spanking was their specialty; they really loved it. And with another change of position, the guys invited their guest to stick his cock in my mouth too. He, of course, immediately agreed, and now I had four cocks in my three holes—hot and hard! A rare situation for me, which, unfortunately, didn't last very long: the train began to slow—a station was approaching. My guys were already a bit tired, got out of me, and called a break. They sent me out into the corridor to check the schedule to see how long the stop would be. It turned out to be 10 minutes. And Moscow would soon be there. I returned to my compartment and reported. The guys decided I wasn't as tired as they were, so they ordered me to climb onto the table, facing the window, and stay there until the train left the station. I'd done this with my husband before (it's his favorite pastime on the train), and I knew that rarely did anyone on the platform raise their head to look out the carriage window. But this time the train didn't arrive on the first track; our carriage stopped opposite another train, window to window. The platform was on the other side of our car. So the passengers in the car opposite us gazed long and contentedly at our window from a distance of 2-3 meters, inviting other passengers to admire the naked girl. A large crowd had gathered at that window. But then the oncoming train pulled away, and soon our train did too. I was removed from the table and sent back to fetch boiling water. By this time, I had become so accustomed to being naked both in the compartment and in the corridor that I no longer bothered to check if anyone was in the corridor. Our guest refused coffee, saying he wouldn't be able to sleep anyway, and if he drank coffee, then... So the guys offered to fuck me while they drank. Only on the condition that I not cum. I had to get on all fours on the berth, facing the table, and drink my coffee in that position while the guest leisurely fucked me from behind, moving from my ass to my slit and back again. My boyfriends had gotten a bit soft after the coffee—their cocks were limp, their eyes were tired, and they were devoid of zest. They were tired. So they decided to get some sleep and finish fucking me after my husband showed up, together with him. So they allowed the Guest to really fuck me quickly and cum. He suddenly increased the pace, started spanking my ass, and continued to move from one hole to the next. His cock was perfectly hard, like iron, and, surprisingly, I came again. A couple of minutes later, he pulled out of me and yelled, "Give me your mouth!" Which I did very quickly—I have to do this transition from doggy style to taking cum in my mouth very often. He came bukvoeb.run very heavily, most of it ending up on my face again, but a good amount also ended up in my mouth. I swallowed it with pleasure, finished sucking his cock, and that was it. The guest got dressed and went to his compartment. And I grabbed a towel and went to the restroom to wash myself—after all, I had not only the guest's fresh sperm on my face, but also three guys' dried sperm from their first time having sex. After me, the guys went there too, and we went to bed. Oh, no. I also went to the train conductor and asked her to be sure to wake me up when we approached Moscow. Now I'm amazed at how understanding the conductor was: she didn't come running at us with warnings not to yell, she looked understandingly at me walking around the train car naked, at us having sex with the door open. And she knew my husband would be joining us in Moscow—I told her so when we boarded in St. Petersburg. And the passengers we came across were just as understanding; they didn’t spit when they saw me naked, going either to get boiling water or to the toilet. After my visit with the conductor, I fell asleep. And I wish I hadn't! When the conductor woke me up, I spent a long time searching for my skirt and T-shirt in the near-darkness. I finally found something on the top bunk under one of the guys, and the other piece under the bottom bunk, on the floor. I barely managed to pull it all on and run to the car door when the train stopped, and the conductor opened the door. And there my husband and I were, hugging and kissing, and he reached under my skirt, feeling my long-suffering slut, then my ass, and said, "I envy the guys! They've really developed your ass!" We go into the compartment, everyone is asleep, my husband immediately undresses me, turns me to the light, first facing me, then my back, then my side, and declares: “Your ass was beaten badly, there are already bruises. I think their number will increase later.” Then he asks: “Did you know about the hickeys?” I was surprised – it seemed like no one had given me any. I looked at myself in the mirror – indeed, I had them. And on my neck, and on my chest, and on my boobs. About 10-12, probably. Wow, I was in such deep pleasure that I didn’t even feel them being given to me. My husband asks: “Do you have the strength for me to fuck you?” No, alas, I didn’t have the strength to fuck even my beloved husband. They decided that I would give him a quick blow-job. Which I did within a few minutes. True, I wasn't so much sucking as my husband, holding my head, fucking my mouth, thrusting his cock down my throat. Knowing my love for the taste of cum, he emptied himself completely into my mouth. I happily swallowed the cum, finished sucking his cock, and we lay down together on the same bunk. And I fell asleep almost immediately. This is where my story ends; my husband will tell me about the subsequent events again.