This story happened recently when I went to my relatives for my birthday. It was a cool April day, when the sun was already shining than in the winter, but the ground was still frozen from the recent frosts. I stood on the platform with my wife and shivered from the piercing bone of the icy wind. It was easier for his wife, in her fur coat all these disasters were uneasy, but I obviously missed the choice of a jacket.

To my luck, literally a couple of minutes later, a landing was announced and the conductors began reluctantly to leave the cars, shivering, like me, from the cold wind. My relatives lived in another city, to which the path was not long. And although there were a huge number of options to get to my destination, I stopped by train. The latter left at seven in the evening, and at nine in the morning was already at the destination. That is, it was possible to drink tea, read the news and go to bed, and in the morning, in a good mood, go to a solemn event.

On this little trip I was driving alone. True, my little wife decided to stay at home, and, as it seemed to me, the reason for this was not only the reluctance to see my relatives, but also a huge member of Viti. As the reader can remember, my faithful was delighted with the natural data that was shared by one of our mutual acquaintances with whom we exchanged wives for a week.

I guessed that my little wife sometimes meets the old memory with Vitya, because one time her pussy was so stretched and profusely smeared that my cock had absolutely nothing to do there. And the innocent look of the faithful only strengthened my guesses. But in no case was I going to blame her for it. Since the very stigma was in the gun, as I have repeatedly mentioned. “Without me, they can arrange a sexodrome for three days in our house,” I thought, but it even turned me on a little. We needed a little rest from each other, and this trip was an excellent option, even a drop, but to miss your half.

It's a strange thing, but in my absence my wife almost always (not counting the exchange case again) instantly changed and only a day later she called and begged to come as soon as possible. And I believed in her sincerity, because, despite the abundance of trips left and right, some kind of inner attachment attracted us to each other.

I looked around - there were few people. And it was not surprising, since there are not many fools who go so far in the middle of a week. Near the other cars, the landing was already underway, and my carriage was still closed. I shivered again and looked at my wife. She smiled at me sweetly and hung without words on my neck. I hugged her tightly and kissed her. A slight wave of excitement swept through my body. Affected by the lack of sex the last three days. Once this time my wife's menstruation was very awful - even for a hint of a blowjob, she almost bit me.

But to my happiness, now on the platform, apparently, the discomfort has receded, and she smiled at me for the first time in three days.

“Okay,” I said, “let's say goodbye and go to my place.” It's very cold here.

My wife's face changed in an instant, and she again threw herself on my neck:

“Come back soon,” she whispered to my ear, and, slightly moving away, looked into my eyes. We merged in a farewell kiss, and I sent her home. It was already dusk, and I was a little worried that my devout would get home safe and sound. When my wife was out of sight, I reached into my backpack and took out a ticket attached to my passport. The icy wind strove to tear out a piece of paper, which was my boarding pass, but in response, my hands only tightened the ticket, leaving no chance to the wind.

I looked up and saw that at last a conductor was standing near my car. Not wanting to freeze anymore, I went to her. A pretty girl of about thirty-five, although she was probably under forty and a light make-up threw off those extra five years, took my ticket and checked it with my passport. I smiled sweetly on her practically on the machine. Life has taught me to always smile to all officials, be it an airport or train station, or even some kind of state. institution A slight smile almost always attracted people, people exhausted by bureaucratic red tape or work, and they were more willing to help you.

The ticket data was correct, but still the conductor for a minute kept her eye on me, checking the passport photo with my face, and then slid her eyes down, as if by chance evaluating my right hand for the presence of a ring. The ring I usually shot before traveling for several reasons. Of course, the main one was that, not seeing the ring on your hand, women were more willing to make contact. And to spit on the fact that she now holds your passport and can calmly look at the marriage mark! The ring acted somehow oppressively and threateningly at them. Therefore, I once again tried not to wear a ring if there was even a drop of hope for a good evening or night.

“Your place is the seventh, this is the fourth compartment,” the guide finally said, handing me my documents. I myself could count the coupe number, because I knew that I was going to the SV-wagon. An inexperienced reader might think that I was in some way striving for luxury, since I chose CB-car. But the reason was even more trivial - I was stunned by the trip just three days before the scheduled event, and by that time the usual compartments had already been bought. Even the “toilet” places, which were usually not bought out to the victorious end, were also bought out (although I lied here a little, as there were people who took them only because of the proximity of the vestibule, where you can smoke, and of the toilet, had to do all their business).

Only CB-wagons remained, which were practically empty. Few people wanted to lay out the double and sometimes triple price per coupe, which differed from the usual only in the missing upper shelves. Therefore, I slightly gritted my teeth, laying out the necessary amount for a ticket, but if I promised that you would come, be nice, come.

Taking up my small travel backpack, I climbed the stairs and got into the carriage. After the first door, which separated the vestibule from the corridor of the carriage, it became already hot for me - that was the contrast in the temperatures. Therefore, I pulled off my hat, unbuttoned my jacket and continued my short journey, since the fourth compartment was almost there. As I expected, the coupe was almost identical to the usual, there were no upper shelves, and the lower ones were almost one-in-one as usual. He is such a railway business.

I took my backpack from my shoulders and sighed with relief - my shoulders were already beginning to ache from the straps, since the backpack was packed with things to the eyeballs. And not only things. I was pretty sure that I would not have neighbors, because according to my statistics, those who took places in the SV-carriage preferred to either go alone or in pairs. Spending a lot of money to go in a compartment with "do not understand who", it would be stupid. Although this happened, especially when the usual compartments were already bought, and in the SV-cars there were also no free compartments.

I pulled my sneakers out of my backpack and threw off my sneakers, and they went under my bunk. Behind them went the backpack itself. If you believe the ticket and my phone - twenty minutes before the departure. It was necessary to occupy myself with something, but I didn’t want to sit on the bed - there were fourteen hours of travel ahead, and I’ll definitely have time to sit.

Therefore, I went out into the corridor and leaned on a rail that stretched along the windows through the entire carriage. There were also sockets that could be used, but only when the train starts moving. In the corridor there was a very old carpet, which was suitable for me as my grandfathers.Yes, I completely forgot to note, but the reader will understand that the whole train was from the old stock, that it was a locomotive, that the cars were at the best in the 80s or even older.

It was therefore surprising that the sockets were located in the corridor, but most likely they were installed during the next modernization. So, leaning on the rail, I watched people who swam like bees on the platform ...