This story happened to me more than 5 years ago, but sometimes ... I remember it with trepidation and the desire to repeat ... My name is Nina, my husband Oleg, we have been married for 7 years. At the time of this story, I was 22 years old, Oleg was a little older than me, but not significantly, just a couple of years. I am a red-haired little girl, quite petite, my height is only 165 cm, at the same time, I have a very harmonious constitution. Since childhood, engaged in rhythm, then dancing, now, in my spare time doing fitness. In those years, I often spun around the mirror in my underwear, and sometimes naked, I really liked my figure, my bosom with elastic, with the papillae sticking out, of a second size and delicious butt, slender legs) Wow ... many men for me stared at me, how many there were boyfriends in his youth. But I have always been picky about connections and have not contacted anyone.

I met my future husband at the age of 19, compared with me, he was quite large, he was about 190 cm tall and not to say that Hercules is bigger than the average. He fascinated me, both externally and with his inner world, in those years — he was very passionate about studying, which now clearly came in handy, occupies a good position in a large company. But most of my friends were against him, we had one age, they had to hang out, and they say my “nerd” would wither away in school and he would not let me go anywhere. Sometimes we did go to the clubs, but for the most part, Oleg did it for me, I didn’t like to drink, but I really did like to dance. But since the husband didn’t really dance, and the guys were constantly spinning around me, seeing me without a male accompaniment on the dance floor, we stopped going to such places. Oleg did not roll up scandals or showdowns, but was jealous, it was evident from him.

Soon we began to live together, then got married. The apartment, our parents gave us together, for repairs and furniture - we took out a loan, and worked hard for two years to pay for it. The brain in the family, was - the husband, he graduated from the tower, perfectly proved himself at the first job. It was not all that smooth with my studies, I switched to correspondence courses and got a job as a manager at a company. Basically, the team was male and it took some time until I got out of all the courtship and put everyone in place, making it clear that I have a beloved husband. But ... to be honest - the attention from the men, I was pleased ... nice, but at the same time scary, it's not right, I am a married woman and I love my spouse.

So two years flew by, we paid off with loans and even thought about vacation, go somewhere, relax. To be not so costly, we decided to go to Sochi, by train, at the end of the "season". And now - the long-awaited tickets purchased, are in full swing fees, we go almost two days, so we took the coupe. Of course, we understood that we would not be there together, but still it is better than a reserved seat.

My story begins with this ... We settled in a compartment, laid out things, it was quite hot outside, the train was still hot!

- Oleg, close the door, I'll change! - I said and threw on the bottom shelf shorts and sleeveless T-shirt, middle-trimmed.

After my husband stood at the door, snapped the latch ... I unbuttoned the button on my light breeches and pulled them down, slightly shaking my booty to the sides to remove my pants. Pulling them up to my knees, I remained in black thongs, then my booty sat on the edge of the shelf, lifted my legs up and pulled the breeches to the end. Oleg stood ... devouring my eyes, although I didn’t tempt him specifically, it just happened) Wearing shorts, but without fastening them, I took off my T-shirt over my head, and then undid the bra. His chest was sweating, I think the girls would understand me. But at that moment, I went into courage and began to tease my own husband.As soon as my breasts were loose, swaying in the air, my husband took a sharp step toward me and literally bit into my lips. Grabbing me with one hand on the ass, the other for the bare chest and quite noticeably squeezed it.

- Ahhhh! - burst out of my mouth.

- Itself asked for it! - the husband and the hand with the priests answered with a smile, quickly slipped on the outside of the thigh, to my pubic hair.

In an instant, he penetrated under the panties, from his touch to my lower lips, I was struck with a current and not only me ... my pussy quickly began to moisten. I grabbed my husband's neck, standing with his mouth parted, moaning slightly. Meanwhile, his fingers penetrated into me, then slowing down, then increasing the pace of movement. I began to move to the meeting, one hand down from his chest lower and lower, to noticeably bulging shorts.

- And if someone comes? - despite the excitement I was still trying to turn on the mind and think. Previously, this was not with us, from more public sex, was only with friends in the country, but there, we were alone on the floor, and friends, in fact ... did the same.

- The door is closed! - Oleg answered. My husband sat me on the shelf, pulling off my shorts and panties at once.

As soon as I was naked from the bottom, I sat down and pulled my husband's shorts down, an excited member appeared in front of my face. Immediately catching his mouth and eagerly sucked, I did blowjob, as if starved, as if I was not allowed to do his year.

“Yeah ...” her husband moaned.

- Turn on the music! - I said, looking up from the member for a second and pointed to the mobile phone lying on the table.

I returned to the husband's chel, greedily swallowing him, and Oleg, one hand put me on the back of the head, setting the rhythm of the blowjob, the second reached for the mobile and turned on the first song that came across. After that, I threw the phone off onto the next couch and began to knead my chest with my vacant hand, playing with my sensitive nipples.

- That's enough ... - the husband groaned, taking his hand pulled me up, as soon as I got up, he turned me to the shelf.

I got cancer on the lower shelf, as much as possible dropping the body and lifting the ass to her husband. The head of his penis touched my lips, in a businesslike manner, pushed them apart and penetrated inside.

- Aaaah ... - slipped out of my mouth.

A few more moments and a member completely entered me, uh ... how good!

- Mmmm ... bitch! - Oleg barely heard, accelerating more and more.

If the music drowned out our fuss before this, our blowjob, then sex hardly could have heard the slaps from the touch of our bodies.

- Stronger! - through her teeth, I demanded.

I bit my lip so as not to moan, and my husband “worked” with his piston without stopping. Given the excitement of the situation itself, I did not have enough for a long time, I began to cum, experiencing a stormy orgasm. As a rule, I need more time, but here I played with an extreme, the fact that we were heard, that we could be knocked, knocked on the door.

Slightly recovering myself, I tried to squeeze my husband's dick as much as possible, giving him even more pleasure. A few more jolts and his turn came ...

- konchayuyuyu! - croaked husband, abruptly came out of me, grabbing my panties off the shelf and began to pour into them.

I flopped with my whole body on the couch, my husband was sprawled nearby. For a while we came to our senses, restoring our breath and sensible thoughts ... and they said that we were all sweaty, there was an obvious smell of sex in the compartment, and most likely we could hear! Given that at any time, a neighbor can come to us, or even two neighbors ...

- Cool! - smiling husband said.

- Yeah! Pisces we! - I laughed.

- You are the one to blame! - lightly slapping me on the pope, said the husband.

- I?! That you pounced! - I slightly shoved my husband with the heel in the chest.

- Let's put things in order - already more seriously, the husband said.

I pulled my shorts over my naked body, pulled out a towel and liquid soap from my bag, grabbed my panties that were done by my husband, and went to the toilet. Oleg opened the window to the maximum, and sat down at a table.

On the way to the toilet ... the floor of the car seemed to me to know, then ... what we were doing, I’m still going dry and slightly sweaty from recent sex, besides without panties.Waiting until the queue to the toilet, I washed my face, did the necessary hygiene procedures, ...